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Company Initiatives	By : KnaveOfDiamonds Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 3311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, or any of the characters from it, a fact that I am sure makes a great many people feel at ease. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(Author’s Note: The content in this chapter is substantially different to the last chapter, and encompasses a different sort of fetish. Most chapters in this story will be quite different to the last. Think of it as a series of vignettes, covering a whole plethora of weird kinks. Consider yourselves warned.)

Doctor Jennifer Wenham stepped down from the control room on the 68^th Floor, shaking her head at the mess of an experiment. Hojo had failed to anticipate the fear that the Cetra would have, or that that would drive the beast into a frenzy and make it attack. And, of course, Hojo would skip that little particular failure, report the suggestion to the board, and then try again. That wasn’t science- that was just madness. Ever since the Sephiroth project ended, that man had skated by on reputation, and no one dared tell him that his experiments wouldn’t work.
At this rate, the Cetra wouldn’t be alive, let alone tell them the location of the Promised Land. No, someone had to intervene. It would take a few hours for Hojo to get clearance to try the experiment again, and after her recent experiments, Wenham had authority to get in.
Much to her chagrin, however, she had to admit that Hojo had the point. The Cetra was exceptionally strong willed, and it would take years to break her, if they even could. At this rate, you would be better off starting from scratch. If the calculations were right, that beast was long lived indeed. Beasts were often obedient, much easier to manage than humans. And something that had the obedience of a beast and the sense the Cetra supposedly had for the Promised Land, now that would be something…
“Transfer the Cetra to chamber 19, and Subject 13 to chamber 20.” A smile appeared on Doctor Wenham’s face. As much as she hated to admit it, Hojo had been onto something, but approaching it from the wrong direction. The male was too immature to mate as he was, and the two species were incompatible. And even if you could bridge that gap, the male would still not mate, not to mention the wait would only yield one offspring, at best. But if you were to reverse their roles, and make a few minor changes, then…
Doctor Wenham walked to the elevator. “Why settle for one disobedient Cetra, when you could have a hundred willing pawns?” She wondered out loud, as she headed for the experimentation chambers.

The pods had been salvaged from the Mt. Nibel Reactor, and been repurposed for Wenham’s experiments. After disposing of the old experiments somewhere else, Hojo had abandoned them. Such arrogance, to think that there can’t be something to be found from failure. Still, his loss was Wenham’s gain. The pods themselves were linked, through a network of tubes and cables, several displays around them. Wenham herself stood at a control panel in the darkened room, watching as Subject XIII’s container was sealed. She watched as the Cetra was dragged in, heavily sedated, and stripped by a pair of assistants.
“Hmm. Not a bad body. She certainly could have made a decent breeder.” She commented to herself, before looking up at her assistant. “Make sure you get that materia. Any other substances could interfere with the procedure!” With that done, she activated the displays and a recording device.
“Notes on second Cetra reproduction experiment, lead scientist Doctor Jennifer Wenham. Recent experimentation with mako energy has shown that the body and mind become exceptionally malleable. This experiment will demonstrate the effect of unprocessed mako used to bridge the gap between two incompatible species. Flooding experiment chambers with mako energy now.”
Some modifications had been made to the chambers, the metal upper half being replaced with clear reinforced glass, making it possible to see what the effects would have. But all eyes were on the chamber containing the Cetra, Doctor Wenham’s included. She took a syringe, containing blood samples of both the Cetra and Subject XIII, and injected it into a pipe leading to both chambers, and followed it up with a syringe of off white goo.
“Modification agents introduced into both chambers.” She dictated to the machine, and waved an assistant to the control panel.
“Introducing first hormone mix into chamber nineteen. Introducing first hormone mix into chamber twenty.” The assistants statements were simple, and to the point. Wenham preferred assistants like that.
“Hormone mixtures have made contact with mutation agent.” Wenham stated, looking down at the Cetra woman, and the room fell silent. After ten minutes, Wenham spoke, supressing a small amount of glee. “First changes observed in chamber one.”
The changes to the Cetra were small, at first, but once they were noticed you couldn’t miss them. Her eyes pointed slightly, and her fingernails lengthened and darkened, becoming like claws, as did her toenails.
“Changes observed in chamber twenty.” Stated the one assistant forced to look away from the Cetra chamber. “It looks-“
“Silence,” Wenham cut the man off before he could speak further. “I want observations only, no speculation. Introduce second hormone mix.”
“Second hormone mix introduced to chamber nineteen. Second hormone mix introduced into chamber twenty.”
It was only five minutes this time, as the chamber flooded with chemicals. The changes were much more noticeable, as the Cetra’s frame changed. Her sleek feminine frame grew muscular, and lean. It was not so much as to ruin her femininity, but she had gained height and muscle tone, looking less like a waifish flower seller, and much more like an amazon. What perhaps was a surprise was the improvements to her feminine features, her breasts growing slightly, and her rear firming up. “Changes continue in chamber nineteen, proceeding as expected.” Wenham spoke.
“Testosterone levels in chamber nineteen increasing, but to acceptable levels. Estrogen levels in chamber twenty spiking, but within predicted range. Reducing hormone stream to chamber twenty.” The assistant at the control panel prepared to dial back the chemical flow.
“Doctor Wenham, I don’t think this-“ The assistant tried to speak, but Wenham shot him a glare that wilted his will. “Uh, changes observed in chamber twenty.” He finished, quietly.
After another five minutes, the changes had ceased, the Cetra looking like a slightly feral Amazonian beauty. An interesting effect from Subject XIII’s blood, she thought. Reminiscent of that Gi tribe I heard mention of.
Finally, she looked up to the assistant at the control panel. “Introduce the final hormone mix to both chambers. The subjects seem ready.”
A nod was the response. “Final mix initiated. It’s all in your hands now, Doctor.”
It all focused on this, if this failed, the whole experiment was a waste, and they were back where they started. Rather than simply releasing the hormones into the solution, this one had to be carefully injected while the patient was still in the chamber. Taking control of a manipulator inside the chamber with controls at the side, Doctor Wenham guided the syringe carefully to its target, the long needle injecting with some difficulty. And, with the careful patience of a surgeon, it was removed. Wenham stepped back.
“Final transformation agent introduced to subjects reproductive organs. Transformation should be taking place shortly.” She sighed. It was slightly easier for Subject XIII, she could leave it to the loud mouthed assistant, who seemed to be wincing as he did so.
“Now we wait.” She said quietly. This was it. There was, of course, no guarantee this would work. This bit was all conjecture. Could they really change such a fundamental part of a body so easily?
The answer to that came when the assistant by Subject XIII gasped. “Doctor Wenham! It’s working!” He yelled out.
There was no rebuttal from the doctor this time, as she watched the Cetra’s sexual features rearrange themselves in a truly unnatural way. She couldn’t take her eyes of the process, both horrifying and intriguing. The Cetra’s vagina seemed to seal and disappear, slowly reforming into a scrotum, two bulges forming and eventually dropping out, a pair of testes that could shame most males in Shin-Ra. What was most interesting was watching the clitoris of the Cetra grow erect, and then simply continue growing. By the end of the procedure, the formerly female subject had a penis standing what was, at a guess, eight inches fully erect. What was most interesting was how remarkably canine it was. There was a sizable not at the base, and it was most certainly not human. Wenham shook her head and stepped back from the chamber.
“So… this is what mako can do. And we’ve been wasting it on energy.” There was a twinge of madness in her voice, and she felt flushed. I should stay clinical, she thought, mentally reprimanding herself. This is too vital a moment to get distracted by baser urges.
“Preliminary results?” Wenham asked, turning her face away from the recording device.
“Both subjects show signs of full sexual maturity, all organs operating properly. Use of hormones has ensured that both subjects are prepared for mating.”
“Good, prepare both subjects for transfer to 68^th floor. I’ll be sure to credit Professor Hojo for his contributions.” Wenham turned, and walked across to the other pod, looking down. Now that was different to what she expected. “So this is what bridging the gap between man and beast gets you… How very interesting.”
And then Wenham looked up to the assistant at the control panel. “The procedure seems to have been an unqualified success. End recording.”

Nanaki felt dazed and bleary as he awoke. He had been placed in a chamber with that girl. Aerith, he thought they called her. Or ‘Cetra Subject’ as the scientists preferred. He had attempted to bluff his way out by threatening the girl and trying to get at that Professor Hojo, and then…
He shook his head, trying to remember, but all it did is get some of his mane in his face. He opened his eyes, and tried to blow it the mane out his eyes. It seemed… longer, somehow, like there was more of it. Had they knocked him out?
He found his thoughts interrupted, however, by a sniffing sound. He tried to spring to his feet, but stumbled, the drugs in his system throwing him off. His paws felt all wrong, and his legs were trying to go the wrong way. Everything felt wrong. But most importantly, someone else was in here with him. It was… the Aerith girl?
It looked like her but she seemed bigger somehow. Her hair, once immaculately braided, was wild and all over the place. She was also naked and crouched on all fours, looking Nanaki up and down. “You smell good.” She said, walking towards him, almost predatorily. “You look good, too. Not like when you were trying to scare me. But that’s not going to happen again.”
Nanaki tried to move back, and stumbled again falling onto his back. And then, on the polished metal ceiling he saw what she meant. His fur looked more like skin from here, a dark red, but that was the least important fact. His paws were no longer paws, but human hands with sharpened claws. His forelegs were more like arms, while his hind legs were unmistakably humanoid. His feet still looked like paws, at least, but more elongated. His face was… well, his muzzle was gone, and his eyes more human.
But most importantly, he was most noticeably female. That was the biggest jarring part. Two breasts seemed the most prominent, but there were two rows of smaller, less noticeable breasts under those, as if trying to appeal to humans as well as his kind. His manhood was gone, a vagina matching his new body.
He hadn’t even had time to take that in, as a scent assaulted his nose, and his vision became blurry again. It was hard to concentrate, his legs falling open to the Cetra girl. That was all the invitation the human woman needed as she stood up, smiling predatorily.
“Finally presenting? Good girl. Roll over.” Aerith growled, her cock coming into plain view as she stood up. Nanaki could tell it wasn’t hard yet, but he suddenly knew he wanted it. He didn’t even have time to accept her command before Aerith flipped him onto his front. His body moved without his brains orders, pushing his rear into the air, his pussy on full display.
This all seemed wrong to Nanaki, as he tried to gain control of his thoughts, as wrong as that pronoun suddenly sounded. He was the stronger one earlier, but Aerith overpowered her- him, easily. How could so much have changed-
Once again, the train of thought was interrupted as Aerith suddenly plunged into Nanaki’s new cunt, and any thoughts of masculinity were chased from her head as the simple reality of the parts she had kicked in. Pheromones flooded the chamber, and Nanaki was thrusting against her new mate with enthusiasm. Her brain shut down, her mouth hanging open and letting out an incoherent moan, her vocal cords having been unchanged by the experience. Heat flooded her body and all her priorities were replaced by a need to mate.
That seemed to work fine for Aerith, rutting away as she slowly swelled up. Foreplay was not on the plate, just raw, wild sex. Nanaki let out a yelp as Aerith bit into her shoulder dominantly. “You’re mine, now!” The wild woman yelled, releasing the bite.
In reality, it was not a long period of mating, but it felt like ages. After all, they were both fairly new to this. Nanaki felt Aerith’s knot swell in her cunt, and lock in place. That was all it took for Nanaki to let out a howl as she climaxed, and Aerith followed soon after. Nanaki slumped to the ground, exhausted, as Aerith lifted a leg over, leaving the two on all fours, ass to ass. Even as she zoned out in the bliss of it, Nanaki heard a voice in the distance.
“…experiment would be considered a total success. Pheromones will continue to be released for half an hour to ensure further mating and impregnation.” Footsteps moved closer, and Nanaki could hear the voice come closer, and kneel down outside the chamber. For a moment, her higher functions returned, and she remained silent, not letting her intelligence show let, playing the dumb beast.
“Now, ‘Aerith’, if you help Shin-Ra find the Promised Land, we’ll be happy to provide you all the mates you want. Are you ready to work with us now?”
Looking up at the ceiling, Nanaki could see her mate nod enthusiastically. The shy terrified girl that Nanaki had threatened in a gamble to escape was long gone. In her place was a bestial woman driven by hormones and what was hanging between her legs.
“If you let me fuck more, I’ll do it!” Aerith replied to the woman, crassly showing her obedience.
“Good girl. For now, I’ll let you two rut until your balls are dry, but when you’re done, we’re putting you to work.”
This all sounded bad to Nanaki. She didn’t know enough about the Cetra, but Grandpa would. And Shin-Ra had been nothing but bad news. Perhaps she could-
And once again, that scent assaulted her nose, and her mind was gone, as Aerith pulled free, walked around to face Nanaki, and licked her lips. “Remember, you’re mine now.”

Tifa snuck onto the 68^th floor mere steps behind Cloud and Barret, taking position behind some barrels. There was a glass chamber, dimmed so they couldn’t see inside it, but they could hear loud thumping noises coming from it. The trio saw Hojo walk past, and stop, a female scientist in his way.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to turn up. Prepared to admit your hypothesis was flawed?” She said, a smirk on her face. Hojo, to his credit, didn’t seem to rise to her bait.
“Hardly.” The one word response seemed enough to elicit anger from the woman, but she bit her tongue. “Where are the subjects?”
“Wanting to repeat today’s failure? A bit late for that.”
“Today’s failure?” Tifa whispered to the other AVALANCHE members with her, a hint of worry in her voice. “You don’t think he already tried that plan he was talking about in the board room?”
“From what I’ve heard about him,” Cloud’s voice came back just as hushed. “He’s a pretty sick piece of work.”
“That’s all kinds of messed up.” Barret’s deep voice replied. “Maybe we-“
“Wait, look. Something’s happening.” Cloud cut him off.
“Just deliver it and subject XIII here.” Hojo ordered, waving the woman off like a servant. It was clear that this irritated her.
“Oh, but they’re already here. Didn’t you notice as you came in?” The woman tried once again to take superiority, pressing a button on a remote. In response, the clear chamber lit up, and they could see what was happening clear as day.
Slammed up against a wall was a woman, as far as they could tell, with red skin, fiery red hair and… a tail? Behind her, thrusting into her with abandon was an amazon like woman, her long brown hair all over the place. But seeing her face, the three of them recognized her straight away. Cloud stood up and moved forward, the others following behind him.
“Aerith!?” He yelled, any chance of stealth gone. While the woman looked surprised, jumping back, Hojo seemed unfazed.
“Aerith? Is that its name? Well, it hardly matters.” Hojo turned his back on the intruders, looking at the other woman. “I am pleasantly surprised, Doctor Wenham. It seems you made my theory work after all.”
The woman, presumably Doctor Wenham, looked at Hojo briefly with hate in her eyes, backing away from the terrorists. “That’s, that’s AVALANCHE!” She yelled, fumbling for a security alert button.
Aerith’s thrusting stopped momentarily, as she saw Cloud and the others step in. Recognition was there but she had much more important interests, even as she looked almost… lustfully at Cloud. But before anything more could be said, a roar of machine gun fire took everyone’s attention. Bullets hit the chamber, and Aerith jumped back, pulling out of her companion, only semi erect. At the same time, the door opened and the girl Aerith had been pumping into leapt out the door, landing on all fours and growling at the scientists, stopping Wenham’s hand just short of the security alarm.
“Stop! You might hit Aerith!” Cloud shouted, grabbing Barret’s gun arm.
“What have they done to her?” Tifa gasped, as she moved forward, watching Aerith slink out of the chamber in a bestial fashion, licking her lips hungrily.
Then, the sound of an elevator and an alarm echoed through the room.
“Ahaha,” Hojo let out a worried sort of laugh. “It appears you’ve called up a very dangerous specimen. Have fun with it.” He backed away, making for the door.
“Damn you!” Wenham yelled at the fleeing Hojo. “Don’t you have any failsafes!?” Wenham hissed.
“…That’s a particularly vicious specimen.” A female voice came from near the ground, the red skinned, or at this distance, furred woman spoke. This looked to surprise both scientists.
“Aerith! Bring Subject XIII!” She yelled, running after Hojo. Aerith stopped her slow advance towards the AVALANCHE members, responding to the command.
“Maybe I’ll have fun with you later.” Aerith’s words echoed as she looked at Cloud, and then Tifa, the look in her eyes not quite human. And then she pounced at the red woman called XIII, grabbing her off the ground. The red furred woman tried to struggle, but when Aerith bit her shoulder, XIII simply grabbed on obediently. The door sealed behind them, leaving the AVALANCHE members locked in the room with the monstrous Sample: H0512 clambering out of the broken chamber.
“Oh god damn it!” Barret shouted, turning his gun on the monster. “Cloud, we’ll go after them later! We got bigger problems right now!”
Cloud grimaced, but he knew Barret was right. He drew the Buster Sword from his back, and looked to the monster. “You better not slow us down.”

Doctor Wenham sat in the security room, watching the monitors. How had the three of them defeated that monster? At this rate, the normal security were no use to them, and the SOLDIER floor had locked down. Not to mention Aerith would be no help, as she was far too busy keeping Subject XIII from running off.
“They’re almost to the elevators, do something!” She shouted into a radio, grabbed off of a somewhat lazy security guard. A voice came back, someone much higher level than she expected. She’d heard that voice before, but never had to speak to them before.
“The intruders are being dealt with, Doctor Wenham. Are you and Professor Hojo secure? And what about Aerith?” It was Tseng, leader of the Turks. If SOLDIER were locked down, they were the next best thing. Sometimes better. Still, it was odd how he asked for Aerith, as very few in the company referred to the Cetra by name.
“She’s under control.” She responded, feeling somehow calmed. “I don’t know where Hojo is.”
“We’ll locate him after the intruders are taken care of. Tseng out.”
As the radio fell silent, Wenham looked at the security cameras. The terrorists had gotten into the elevator, their leader swiping a security card. But before the blonde could put the floor in, she saw a bald man in a black suit step in behind their rear guard, handcuff her, and point up. Well, looks like I have to hand it to the Turks after all.
As the elevator moved up, Wenham leaned back in a seat. She pointed her finger at the monitor, waving between the three terrorists.
“Eeny, meeny, miney…” She closed her eyes, and placed her finger on a random point on the monitor, opening them. They fell on the handcuffed woman, wearing a short skirt and tank top. Wenham smiled.
“Moe.”
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