Run in Packs
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,169
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything from FFVII, and I make no money from this fiction.
Breeding Program
Title: Run in Packs~Breeding Program
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Angeal/Sephiroth/Genesis
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Hojo
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: It was so hard to find good SOLDIER candidates.
“It’s one of my newest experiments.”
A plethora of 1st and 2nd Class SOLDIERs were scattered around the training field. It was huge, a field made to accommodate ranks marching in formation, miles long obstacle courses, or battles between the greatest warriors on the planet. The field was now nothing more than churned mud and smoking craters.
Drs. Hojo and Hollander stood on the edge of the temporary battlefield with several executives and investors. Another explosion rocked the ground they stood on, and the group had a hard time staying on their feet. “As I was saying,” Hojo cleared his throat. “It is so difficult to find good candidates for SOLDIER. Only one out of twenty applicants has all the required factors for entering the program. Only forty percent of those survive the first mako injection set, and only twenty percent of those manage to make it to 2nd Class. As few as fifteen men a year make it to 1st Class. My newest experiment will try to bypass the guess factor with new recruits. By breeding the current SOLDIERs we can create a level of cadet that will be almost eighty percent positive to make 1st Class.”
“How can you be sure?” one of the investors questioned. “What about genetic factors from the mother? Even if you bred, Gods forbid, Sephiroth with some woman, how can you be sure that the woman’s genetics won’t ruin anything?”
“Who said I was bringing in random test subjects?” returned Hojo imperiously. “I said I was breeding SOLDIERs.”
The screech of metal being shredded and large boom heralded the rain of dirt and mud on the pristine suits of the group of onlookers.
One executive looked at his ruined silk tie with distain. “Why are we out here again?”
“We are observing your research dollars at work.”
Sephiroth and Angeal dispatched the remaining warriors around them, snarling at the other fighters as they backed away. None of their opponents had been killed, but it was quite obvious just who had won the battle. Genesis sat calmly, red ears twitching with interest, in the middle of everything, his sword still strapped to his back.
“They’re like…animals,” one suited man sniffed. It was hard to tell if he was referring to the snarling, growling mannerisms of the Firsts, or their new wolf-like appendages of tall, fluffy ears and long tails.
“That was part of the plan,” Hollander responded. “We couldn’t get them to breed otherwise. We altered their hormone patterns to mirror that of wolves, which are activated by specific injections. They are compelled to breed. They fight over the fertile females, and the strongest breed. It’s much easier this way. Everything else we tried failed. We can also do selective breeding by only giving activation injections to specific specimens.”
“And just what are they breeding with?”
At that moment, Sephiroth turned to Genesis and seemingly attacked him. Angeal pounced as well, helping the other man drag the smaller warrior to the ground.
Hojo grinned madly. “Each other.”
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Angeal/Sephiroth/Genesis
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Hojo
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: It was so hard to find good SOLDIER candidates.
“It’s one of my newest experiments.”
A plethora of 1st and 2nd Class SOLDIERs were scattered around the training field. It was huge, a field made to accommodate ranks marching in formation, miles long obstacle courses, or battles between the greatest warriors on the planet. The field was now nothing more than churned mud and smoking craters.
Drs. Hojo and Hollander stood on the edge of the temporary battlefield with several executives and investors. Another explosion rocked the ground they stood on, and the group had a hard time staying on their feet. “As I was saying,” Hojo cleared his throat. “It is so difficult to find good candidates for SOLDIER. Only one out of twenty applicants has all the required factors for entering the program. Only forty percent of those survive the first mako injection set, and only twenty percent of those manage to make it to 2nd Class. As few as fifteen men a year make it to 1st Class. My newest experiment will try to bypass the guess factor with new recruits. By breeding the current SOLDIERs we can create a level of cadet that will be almost eighty percent positive to make 1st Class.”
“How can you be sure?” one of the investors questioned. “What about genetic factors from the mother? Even if you bred, Gods forbid, Sephiroth with some woman, how can you be sure that the woman’s genetics won’t ruin anything?”
“Who said I was bringing in random test subjects?” returned Hojo imperiously. “I said I was breeding SOLDIERs.”
The screech of metal being shredded and large boom heralded the rain of dirt and mud on the pristine suits of the group of onlookers.
One executive looked at his ruined silk tie with distain. “Why are we out here again?”
“We are observing your research dollars at work.”
Sephiroth and Angeal dispatched the remaining warriors around them, snarling at the other fighters as they backed away. None of their opponents had been killed, but it was quite obvious just who had won the battle. Genesis sat calmly, red ears twitching with interest, in the middle of everything, his sword still strapped to his back.
“They’re like…animals,” one suited man sniffed. It was hard to tell if he was referring to the snarling, growling mannerisms of the Firsts, or their new wolf-like appendages of tall, fluffy ears and long tails.
“That was part of the plan,” Hollander responded. “We couldn’t get them to breed otherwise. We altered their hormone patterns to mirror that of wolves, which are activated by specific injections. They are compelled to breed. They fight over the fertile females, and the strongest breed. It’s much easier this way. Everything else we tried failed. We can also do selective breeding by only giving activation injections to specific specimens.”
“And just what are they breeding with?”
At that moment, Sephiroth turned to Genesis and seemingly attacked him. Angeal pounced as well, helping the other man drag the smaller warrior to the ground.
Hojo grinned madly. “Each other.”