The room smelled bad.
Aeris wasn't sure she could even really call it a room. There wasn't anything in it, save for the beautiful Cetra girl. Her green eyes swept the room a few times. She'd even spent a few moments walking the width and breadth. Not a whole lot in the way of room, really. Glass walls lined every side, but they were of an odd make: Aeris could just barely see out. Various scientists wandered the room outside, leaving her little doubt as to where she was. Tseng had found her. Had abducted her, or, well, she'd agreed to go along, to protect Cloud and the others. Even now Aeris's mind drifted toward the handsome blonde SOLDIER, remembering another SOLDIER and his touch. They were so similar, Zack and Cloud. Maybe that was why she'd been so eager to take the blonde as her bodyguard. Maybe that's why she'd gotten wrapped up in this. Not that Shinra had been shy about wanting her: Hojo had been after her for years.
And now he has me, she thought, gaze sweeping. There were observation platforms around her, some scientists, not a lot, examining various monitors. She could just barely see them: it was almost as if the stink of the room overpowered everything else. What was that odor? It made Aeris lightheaded, almost wanting to nap. Was that the idea? Get her tired for... whatever Hojo had planned?
She could remember what he'd said. Gloating over a Cetra. But ah, the last of her kind, just like the other he'd had on hand. They'd rushed through prep, their motions sloppy. Aeris barely knew science, but she'd been able to glean that much. She could tell when men were rushed, hurried. A lifetime in the slums of Midgar had left the young woman quite savvy to certain things. Savvy enough to realize that Hojo had something planned she would not like.
The girl rubbed her arm, frowning. She still wore what she'd had on when they'd found her. The red denim jacket had been reinforced. The light pink dress that sheathed most of her, however, was decidedly less so, though still of a durable fabric. The scant cotton pink undergarments below were a degree less of protection, not that she expected it. Her bracers and her rod were her usual defense, along with a high degree of aptitude for materia. But they'd made sure to strip her of that... though not of the bracers. Aeris had studied her wrist, knew there was nothing there to draw from, but she still had to wonder why.
The beautiful Cetra only just understood their plans. Lifestream and Ancients, and access to unrestrained Mako energy. Supposedly Hojo had promised a long term plan. Mix the Cetra blood with the other that is last. Their offspring will be long-lived, and tied to the Lifestream, precisely what we need to establish Shinra for years. Aeris didn't believe that bullshit for a moment: Hojo struck her as a pervert, and she was a pawn in whatever they had planned.
And she'd had enough: "If you're going to do something, do it!" she yelled, turning, trying to see how they were properly monitoring her. Through the glass? Through cameras? she almost gagged on the thick air. "Whatever you've put in here sure isn't affecting me like you'd hoped," she pointed out. "Unless you're trying to--" she paused. She thought she'd heard something move. Aeris had been unconscious when they'd put her here; she had no way of knowing how they got her here. Was there a hole in the wall... did they drop in from above?Somethingwas moving, and the flower girl was left wondering what.<|im_end|>
Finally.
Hojo was ecstatic. The Turks finally proved some worth and delivered him the prime test subject. His last of the remaining Cetra bloodline back under his scope, to poke and prod at his leisure. Or rather that'd be the case if the damned thing could live long enough. So the contingency plan. The subject Red XIII would be mated with Pink XIV so that the combined life of both mother and offspring would ensure all testing come to fruition. All that remained to be seen was whether or not the two species were actually compatible in their mating.
Hojo was no fool. Biologically, the chance of test subject RXIII and PXIV was slim. In the name of scientific curiosity however, it wouldn't stop the Professor from trying it anyway.
"The gas is a go, sir. We're flooding the chamber now." An assistant informed Hojo from his post, scribbling on his charts and monitoring vitals. From heart rate to blood pressure, Shinra's sensors were the best that gil could buy.
"Good! Keep me updated. How's XIII?" He snapped, almost with an impatience, then he raised a finger to the brim of his small glasses and adjusted them before putting the hand behind his back with the other, back slightly arched, staring out at the chamber with an intense focus.
"He's on edge, as you might expect. The gas should shift his focus to XIV but it's hard to predict how he'll take to the mating process. He will smell her as a potential mate but appearances will confuse his senses. Ideally we'll overwhelm him with enough pheromones that it won't matter. He'll--"
"Hojo! I know you laid out this plan," he said, holding up a hand to stop the assistant. "I don't need a step-by-step. If it goes smoothly, he'll see the Cetra as something to mount and push his sperm into. The trouble will be if the drugs in the gas are enough to keep XIV non-combative. He's feisty little thing." Hojo stopped and pressed a button that tapped into an intercom. "Send XIII in!"
In the chamber Aeris was held in place by the floor opening up in a small circular shape and a platform was raised. Red XIII was crouched defensively upon this platform. He was muzzled and a low, instinctual growl rumbled from his throat. The room was thick with the gas and it clouded his senses. Overwhelmed them. His vision shifted in and out of focus and clarity faded in and out. Sound dulled and sharpened. Meanwhile, his nostrils were assaulted by a strong odor that began to affect him almost immediately.
A sensation he had not felt... ever? In years? It was familiar yet different. A hunger of sorts. He couldn't see beyond the glass walls or whatever material they were made of, but he could hardly even acknowledge that there was a beyond. He didn't like this limitation. This mind alteration. Prior to this, it had been pain and torment, tests and injections, and now this. This, however, was also the most freedom of movement he had been granted since his capture.
After a few seconds, the wolf-beast found the origin of a sharp, enticing scent. It was almost intoxicating. It was... pink. This musty allure that begged him closer, begging him to...
His hips lifted and the sheath between his legs twitched as thick, reddish cock began to protrude. So much of this screamed danger and yet this strong, underlying and persistent whisper of fuck echoed beneath it. So he padded curiously forward, toward the object of desire.
A voice boomed overhead that only sounded muffled to him.
It was Hojo, speaking to Aeris.
"Don't play too hard to get now, we wouldn't want to do this the hard way. The painful way." His voiced practically slithered into laughter before the intercom cut-out.<|im_end|>