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best/zoo, F/wolf,
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For those of you who followed the 'Olsen Twins Raped by genetically altered
wolves' story and thread in ASS and ASSD, this series of stories is loosely
based on (using different characters), inspired by and builds on some of the
things mentioned in that story.

My thanks for Fidelius Castratus' permission to take some of his ideas and
use them here.

If you can't handle reading a story that takes some liberties with science,
don't waste our time by reading this.  The 'stretches' are few but I've tried
to keep things internally consistent.

This is an adult themed story and contains material not suitable for many
ages and people.  If, according to the laws where you live, you shouldn't be
reading this, don't hold me responsible for your decisions.
----

How to pronounce the names.
Hirruph - Huhrr-UHF (accent second syllable)
Hyrek - HIHR-eck  (accent first syllable)
Larynda: Lah-RIHN-dah  (accent second syllable)
Lia - Lee-AH Accent second syllable)
Liaya - Lee-AYE-yah (accent second syllable)
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Biolab 13 - Cycle 01
Liaya Stevens
Chapter One - Introduction
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"I think it can be done.  If nothing else, we'll advance the science."

Sometimes I wish I'd never been to that conference.  Instead, I was one of
the most enthused.  In fact, I was the one who's ideas were drawn upon to
found the Biolab Thirteen Project.

Ahhh...  How time changes one's attitudes.  How could any of us know that
years later, some of us would be the unwilling leaders that led the world to
a revolution in the understanding of sapience?

Of course we didn't know.  By the time we had even an inkling, it was far too
late.

I feel a cold touch at my neck.  Habit makes me lean into it rather than
flinch away.

"Hyrek wasn't stupid, just impatient.  You taught the rest of us patience. "
A gentle snort fluffs my hair.  "You have a wolf's cunning."

There's a pause. "When you choose to use it.

"Tell the story Lia - so our pups will know."

Once again, I allow my mind to drift back to a past I sometimes regret.
Mostly, I regret it for the mistakes I made.  One mistake really.  I
misjudged Hyrek.  Yet, that mistake led to Hirruph.

It led to some of the most controversial and sweeping social changes our
world was forced to endure.

The unarguable proof that we, homo sapiens, are not alone in our ability to
reason and communicate that reasoning.  We engineered the first animals to do
so in a manner we had to accept.  That doesn't matter.  More than twenty
years later, there are 'ambassadors' and 'interpreters' who stand at some of
our sides.

Some, such as Hirruph, are also our companions and mutually chosen mates.

I guess it wasn't really a mistake after all.

---

It started in a classroom.

A student needing a subject for her doctoral project.

"Bioengineering Animals - Extrapolating the future"
By: Liaya Stevens.

"This student plans to look at what has happened in this field, the current
state of knowledge and project that rate of growth into the future to show
that some projects now considered impossible or on the fringes of the science
will be not only be possible but become routine in the near future.

"One such project is the possibility of modifying some species with human
genes to produce a viable and self-sustaining sub species capable of human
speech.  Such animals would, this student feels, give us an insight into some
aspects of animal-human interactions and animal interactions with the
environment that could lead to a better understanding of the impact of
proposed changes to ecosystems as well as bring a deeper understanding to
more typical animal-human interactions.

"This student feels that such a program, while basically unproductive in the
short term, has long term benefits that would justify an in depth look at the
pros and cons of such fringe research."

Given the current state of the field at the time I wrote that, the
extrapolation was obvious.  Obvious to me anyway.

A week after I wrote my proposal, I was taken to a top secret government
project and informed my career was decided for the foreseeable future.

It seems that anyone who was able to reason things to that point was
automatically grabbed.  My 'obvious' reasoning wasn't as common as I had
thought.  I'll never know if my instructors had subtly guided me once they
realized what my chosen field of study would be.

I was younger then.  I was starting to become cynical but I still believed in
academic freedom.  Now, a lifetime later, I wonder how much there really is.
My eyes are less cloudy.  I've been nurtured in a world of non-human concepts
and skills.

I start to shiver as memories surface.  Jaws that can crush bone are gently
wrapped around my wrist as it is lifted from the keyboard.  Hirruph leads me
to our bed.   Once there, he releases me.  I settle on the edge and turn to
stare at him.  I don't see him, I see the bloody remains of Hyrek.  We've
talked of this before.  There are still so few of us that we haven't had the
interaction to talk out our problems with those who can fully understand
them.  The pain has weakened with time but it can still sneak up on me.

"Enough."  His tones are commanding. "You do not have to tell the story in
one sitting.  At your own pace.  We have plenty of time before the pups need
to know their true heritage.

"For now, it is enough for you to remind yourself that every ending is a
beginning.  All those beginnings led to here.  To now.  To us."

"I can choose to see life as a series of endings or a series of beginnings."
I whisper what has become my private mantra at times like this.  "I choose
beginnings."

I hug him to me.  The feel of his warm fur begins to calm me.  With Hirruph,
I learned to admit my attraction to his intense masculinity.  It's something
I denied while working with his father, Hyrek.  Hyrek's and then Hirruph's
attraction for me is rooted in the depths of their genetic heritage.  A
heritage unknown to any of us until the records of the early years of Biolab
were made available to more than the government.

The expression of that attraction was and is, uniquely theirs.  Long before
Hirruph and I shared the words and knowledge that what we felt for each other
was more than physical fascination created by his genes, I 'knew' that he
was, in some obscure way, more important to me than a mere project should
have been.

I digress.  My past is deeply colored by its future.  That is the nature of
memories.  Things forgotten, things remembered dimly.  Some things remembered
with a painful clarity.  Past, present, future.  All blur together to create
what is now.  I'll do my best to place events in their proper order.

Looking back, I cannot believe I was ever as innocent as I was at the
beginning.  Yet, events force me to see that innocence with painful
realization of how easily I was led to each of my actions by others or
events.  Youthful arrogance.  Where are you now?

Dead.  Long dead and better so.

People have long searched for some hidden significance to the name 'Biolab
Thirteen'.  In reality, there was none.  Those of us gathered were involved
in the thirteenth project funded under the overall project called 'Biolab'.

The goal was simple. Create a self-replicating assortment of animal spies.
That's it.  The lab was tucked away and disguised as part of another series
of research projects involving species re-introduction to their former
habitat.

Project Thirteen involved the modification of wolves.

In one of those ironies so common when scientists are forced to focus on one
goal rather than allowed to follow where serendipity leads, we never
questioned that all our work was with male wolves.  It was specified that
males would be the sex of choice.  Not until Hyrek and phase two, did I or
anyone else suspect that all of the speech capable wolves would initially be
male.  So, for over fifteen years, we made slow progress.  Modify, breed,
examine the results and move on.

For some unknown reason, the wolves seemed to relate more to me than any
other person.  I was encouraged to use this.  I studied wolves and their
social structure.  Practically lived with them.  Self-honesty forces me to
admit that nobody on the project realized that all we learned from our
studies of wild and domesticated wolves would turn out to be useless in
understanding what we eventually created.  Lupus Sapiens.  Even now, few are
aware of the full extent of the capabilities of the new species.  In our most
private discussions, we who are mated have spent long hours deciding when to
reveal each capability.

Biolab Thirteen is indeed a long term project.  Generations long.  Human
generations.  Even now, the research quietly proceeds.  Female wolves are
being modified.  We've had limited success so far.  The genes that seem to be
most effective in rendering wolves speech capable are strongly linked to the
genes that lead to males.  We're getting closer each generation.

For now, the fact of all the speech capable wolves being male is explained by
pointing out the original goals of Biolab.

Two of us, myself and Larynda, have had to admit we serve as 'host mothers
and breeding stock'.  We had no choice.  The details describing our parts
were made public soon after word of Biolab and its goals were leaked.  Both
of us would have preferred to have our roles remain unknown.  Scientific and
social progress as a result of rape and coercion is something we'd like to
put behind us.

Sometimes, on those nights when I brood about things, I wonder how much of
our progress socially is due to Larynda and I seeking to gain acceptance and
understanding of our roles in Biolab Thirteen.  In a very real way, we had no
choice about what happened to us.

No, we don't see ourselves as victims.  Not any more.  What happened, while
painful, led to something beyond our wildest dreams.  A completion and
maturity neither one of us is ashamed of.

Yes, people do suspect other pairs of being more than 'working partners'.  We
have our small communities where we can gather together for mutual
protection.  Places we can call home when the world gets to be too much for
us.

Again, I get ahead of myself.  I ramble.  I wander.  I play the 'what if'
game all too well.

Hirruph has reminded me that for all my mixed cultural knowledge, I am human.
Humans are better at this game than any other species we know of.  His own
opinion is that this ability to play 'what if' is the one thing that makes
humans so radically different from all other creatures.

"Live.  Learn.  Remember but do not focus on what is past.  Seek forward to
what might be rather than look back at what has been."  I gently swat his
nose as he reminds me of the heritage I now share.  "Be the best wolf you can
be." is often how he expresses it.  He's been a wonderful teacher.  Love has
made me want to learn from him.  Love and the bittersweet memories of Hyrek.

Over 15 years of botched and sometimes spectacular failures.  Then, there was
Hyrek and his brothers.

A casual and unrecognized failure in understanding that led to success.

Serendipity that shaped my life into patterns that led to maturity.
----

"Community togetherness can lead to a consensus outlook that seeks and destroys any dissident element, no matter how small and really harmless"

Dean R. Koontz - "A Darkness in My Soul" - published June, 1972

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