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            "Sorry, it's a lizard thing. I can't help it." She said and tried to look innocent and sweet, then tapped Karo's nose with her toe.

            "You're evil." He told her, feeling the slight bulge in his pants, along with the familiar tingling that noted she had gotten to him.

            Geckina Giggled "I know, but that’s why you love me, and Vixy for that matter." She then displayed her uncanny tongue abilities and slurped Karo on the cheek.

            He felt the blush again, and more of the tingling down below.  It was then that he noticed the shower had stopped and Vixy's door opened.  Karo could hear her slipper clad foot paws padding down the hallway with the soft scuffing of the soles against the carpet.

She came around the corner into the living area and she had on a fuzzy leopard print robe with the house slippers to match, it was also apparent that she had nothing else on, since she had not tied the robe closed.

            Geckina whistled a little, then darted off back the hall, she came back with only a pair of fuzzy pink flip flops on and was grinning from ear hole to ear hole.

            Karo was feeling very warm now.  Why slippers got him going, he did not know, neither did he know why feet had that effect in the first place.  Then of course there was the fact that two mostly naked females were standing in front of him. 

            Karo squirmed in his seat; he was uncomfortable at the crotch. "Uh, nice Vixy, and erm, Geckina." 

            "What's the matter bungie butt, feelin a little tight?" Geckina said with a mischievous green, showing her small but sharp teeth lining her snout.

            Vixy then chimed in as she sauntered over and knelt down on the couch, then moved to a sitting position with her legs partially crossed.  "Aw, leave the roo alone, he's had a rough day."  She lapped his lips, as they were.

            Karo was becoming considerably aroused. His attention was devoted to the two semi naked females in front of him.  Even with this insurmountable distraction, Karo's tireless mind still found a way to reflect, even against his will. 

            Growing up as a Kangaroo hybrid had been an interesting experience.  He remembered his Kangaroo parents, the ones that took him in after his whole experience.  Even though his teeth and digestive system was created for Omnivorous feeding habits, they didn't mind.  In fact, they bought special meals and food products for him.  Mr. and Mrs. Hardskale, or mom and dad for him had taught Karo everything he knew, and had helped him grow to be attracted to females of nearly any species, though they stressed that he should get with a nice young flyer.  He hadn't met any flyers though, or at least not any that were attracted to him, or even bearing similar interests.  Of course Karo had developed his own tastes despite his parent's thoughts on the subject.  Still being so open to so many species of female, and having as many kinks and fetishes as he had, made life interesting.

            Before he knew it, Karo was on his back with a vixen bouncing on his crotch and a lizard woman with her feet in his face while she assisted with his groin by using her tounge.  He found his fingers on the left hand were quite warm and busy between Geckina's legs as well, on top of being wet and dripping.  His mechanical right set of fingers, with their gleaming silver joints, seemed busy as well, massaging one of the tan, blue soled feet of the lizard that was lying on him with her rear and feet toward him and tail twitching wildly in the air.  From what he could see of vixy, she had lost the robe and was happily bobbing up and down on his stick of persuasion while Geckina licked around it and the soft flesh of vixen cunt and roo dong.  He couldn't see that she was licking these, but he could feel it, and could only assume that she was lapping at both.  Vixy was moaning quite loudly.  To his own astonishment, so was Karo, usually he was rather quiet during sexual interactions. 

            Karo rubbed faster with his right hand on Geckina's foot and was more violent with his left in her puss.   For a Lizard it was strange, but for an anthro lizard perhaps not so much, but Geckina had hair on her puss, hair that matched in color to the hair on her head.  This drove Karo insane, it was so kinky and exotic to him, but then a lot of things were since being raised by conservative and set in their ways people.

            The truth was that Karo really did not feel right all the time when he indulged in these sexual activities.  Before he had been taken by the terrorists, he went to Sunday school at church and learned about Christian teachings.  After the whole ordeal, Karo lucked out and his Kangaroo foster parents as they were, happened to partake in the same religion and encouraged him to go to church to continue his teachings that somehow stayed with him through all his tortured young life.  Since being on his own, those teachings had fallen by the wayside and his bible usually kept it's place on a shelf.   Moments like these seemed to remind him that there was something missing in his life, something was wrong. 

            There was a surge of tension in Karo's groin, Vixy actually howled, which is unusual for a fox, and Geckina was having giggle fits.  A triple orgasm had taken place, even with Karo's mind divided.  He was now lying on his back, panting hard and covered in three different liquids.  One would think that this would be enough to keep His mind quiet for a while, but it only served to make him feel emptier.

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            After that spout of fun, Karo promptly passed out, this kind of thing always took it out of him.  When he woke back up it was dark outside and the clock said somewhere around midnight.  He decided to go ahead and sneak out, they knew he would, he always did.   Karo grabbed his things and put his clothes back on.  His sea bag, a big army green duffle bag that buckles at the top in the fashion of three rings clasping onto one hair pinned wire and then clipped by the shoulder strap, newer versions of this have two shoulder straps and the clip is separate, was only half full since he hadn't brought a whole lot of clothes.  He slung it over his right shoulder and kept it hoisted with his metal hand as he quietly slipped out the door and into the cold night air.  

            Karo was used to walking, in fact he enjoyed it.  He like the solitude of it, not like a bus or the metro subway system where there were always people.  Perhaps it was just being alone most of his young life, but Karo did not like people, especially in big groups.  He tended to get edgy and irritable in big crowds, this is one reason he avoids theme parks.  As he made his way down the street, it started snowing.  To no one in particular he grumbled "Damn snow, go to hell."

            After walking for a good hour, and being about two blocks from the base, Karo sat down on a bench that was set back from the road a ways.  The emotional pain was getting to him something fierce at the moment and he had to sit down and really think on it.   The tears were falling again, he could not hold them back, things that seemed so simple and every day to some, only served to cause Karo pain.   When he would talk about his experiences with others they would say that stuff like that happens all the time, or that they had been there and knew what he was talking about.  The truth was that no one knew, no one could know, because they were not him.   

            As he sat there, Karo really examined himself, physically, mentally and spiritually.  Physically he was currently focusing on his hands and arms since they were the most diverse about his physical appearance.  On his left was the normal black furred, moderately muscled limb with short furred neon green fingers and thumb.  Only his digits were so colored and contrasted sharply against the black fur.  Running his awkward right hand over the soft thick fur of his left.  This brought his attention over to the right, the gleaming silver mechanical limb.  It was not as inviting as his left, in fact in some lights it was down right creepy.  The joints on his fingers were spherical in shape the fingers themselves were smooth and cyndrilacle.   The main portions of the arm were cyndrilacle as well, and tapering down at the joints for a smooth look, and nothing but more gleaming silvery metal. They were shielded by some type of plastic that seemed to repel the effects of magnets.  His elbow was spherical in shape like his finger joints and his shoulder stayed a typical ball and socket.  The plastic substance that covered and shielded his arm also shielded his shoulder structuring where the mechanics met the flesh.  He really wasn't looking at much more than his hand, since his jacket covered the arm itself, but he knew what was there. 

            Karo was abruptly shaken out of his trance by some odd noises coming from around the corner.   He put his back against the building that the bench he was sitting on sat in front of.  Slowly he edged closer to the corner, dropping his sea bag lightly on the ground.  He slid up to the very edge of the wall and turned his head around it slightly to view whatever the sounds were.  It was an allyway, and there was a male horse person standing over a young joey who looked frightened beyond measure.  

            He could hear the child whimpering as the equine moved closer to him.  Karo could not abide this; it was obvious from the fact that the horse's pants were undone what was going to happen if no one intervened.  He came around the corner and promptly slugged the horse on the side of his long face with his right arm and fist.  There was a cracking sound that said the horse's jaw was broken from the blow.   This did not phase him, he was obviously drunk and immediately turned, with blood dribbling out of his mouth and reached to grab Karo.  Being a kangaroo does have its advantages; Karo thought as he put his weight on his tail, gained a bit of balance, and then launched his feet forward into the bigger and thicker equine, this threw the creature into the wall.  The horse just lay there then, breathing, but not moving. Karo turned to the joey that looked confused and scared with his ears back and a wet spot on his jeans.  He felt compassion for the little guy. 

            "Hey are you alright bud?" He asked softly.

            The little one nodded slightly, but also shook his head.

            "I'm not going to hurt you little guy. I'm going to call the police and tell them about this. Do you have a home? A Mommy or a Daddy." Karo asked him.

            The little one nodded.

            Karo pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911 as he knelt down to the little ones level so the joey knew Karo wasn't going to hurt him.  The officer on the other end of the line told them to wait right where they are and a unit would be there shortly.  Karo just hoped they didn't wake Vixy up.

            He turned to the little joey again, the child could not have been much over four or five. He was wearing a Spiderman hoodie and a little jean jacket, and a pair of jeans on his legs, his feet were not covered and looked too big for his body, his ears looked a bit big too, but then children at that age often look disproportioned until their body catches up.

            "How old are you buddy?" Karo asked with a light smile

            The joey held up four fingers and spoke timidly "fouw."

            "Do you have a name?" He asked the little one

            He nodded "Toby"

            Karo smiled and held out a hand paw to shake "I'm Karo"

            Toby timidly put his little hand forward and shook then moved up and hugged him around the neck, possibly out of shock and realization of what had happened.  Karo hugged the little one back and they stayed that way until the police pulled up.  There was an adult flyer with them and she ran for Toby. 

            "Are you okay hunny? Oh my goodness who's that? Did he hurt you?" the woman asked rapidly. 

            She was obviously Toby's Mother and Karo handed him to her without hesitation when he reached for her.  She had asked about the bloodied horse over by the wall who was now regaining consciousness as the police cuffed him.  The cops knew Karo because of his relations with Vixy and for reasons that he was currently being protected by them as well as the military.  After he explained what happened, the police took the equine into custody without question to Karo's word.

            Toby's mother had been looking Karo up and down, he had caught her out of the corner of his eye.  She made her way to him after the police were done with him and had moved on to Toby to see what information he could confirm. She apparently trusted the police with her child while she spoke with Karo.

            "Hey, I just want to say thank you, I don't want to think of what could have happened to Toby had that monster gotten through with him." She said, looking generally concerned and worried for her son.

            "How'd he get away from you?" Karo asked, he wanted to be sure she wasn't a deadbeat, though she didn't seem like it thus far.

            "One minute he was in the backyard playing, and in the next he was gone." She said looking down at the ground to hide her tears a little, though her face was already soaked already.

            Karo put a hand on her shoulder.  "It's okay miss, sometimes we have no control over these things, the point is that he is safe now and all are wiser from the experience."

            She rushed the Hand and hugged him around the chest, burying her muzzle in his abnormally thick chest fur and sobbing. The shock had obviously started to take hold on her and the realization of what could have happened.  She was pulled away by the police, they had the information they needed, but she came back over to Karo before she left to go back home.

            "I'm sorry about earlier, this whole situation has me a little emotional.  You know, I have a sister and she could use a good boomer like you.  Here's her number, I'll tell her about you if you're interested. My name is Beyonica by the way Beyonica Wulf, Thank you so much again you are a hero. " She said. "Oh!, here I have a picture of my sister in my pouch here." She pulled out a Picture of a lovely red flyer.  Before Karo could say anything else, she was gone. 

            The police brought Karo back to the base since he had such good relations with the cops in the area thanks to Vixy.  He went straight up to his room and went to bed after his eventful day and night.

            Light broke through the curtains to Karo's room, morning had fallen. He pulled the covers tight over his head to block out the sunlight; he didn't want to get up yet.  However, his computer wanted otherwise.  It automatically turned itself on with an urgent e-mail message and an annoying buzzing that was impossible to fall asleep under.  Karo was wanted for his surgery in the O.R.  A surgery he'd been waiting on desperately.

They were actually going to give him a new arm using his mechanical one as a skeleton for it.  A breakthrough in science had been made that would allow them to create a type of realistic flesh and fur over the metal that would function and look like a real arm.  Through the fogginess of just waking up this information took a minute or so to set in, but when it did suddenly energy surged through Karo.

            He went through a quick shower and dried his fur roughly and almost half-assed. The outfit he wore was actually already waiting on the floor; a pair of baggy black TRIPP pants from hot topic, a black Punisher wife beater, a batman zip up hoodie, and his long brown oil cloth duster.

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A fashionable dresser was one thing Karo wasn't and never planned to be.  With his clothes adorned and his fur smelling nice, he darted out the door, being sure to remember his keys.

            The Hospital wasn't far at all, just a short walk across the base and most of it was indoors, though for the stretch that wasn't, one is happy to have a coat.  Karo raced across to the hospital as the wind and cold cut through his fur like it was nothing.  The snow from last night had blanketed the area as well so his foot paws were freezing and wet by the time he got to the entrance.

            Upon entering Karo noticed the hospital was unusually vacant, even for a Sunday.  No workaholic doctors were scurrying about.  Although pondering why this was, he shrugged and continued to his appointment.  The walk was short, but as fast as his mind worked, Karo had time to ask himself a few questions; why's it so desolate? Why would they make my appointment on a Sunday? Am I just nervous?   No question had an answer, and this made his apprehension all the more vicious. 

            He had reached the Operating room; there was no wait for he was the only patient today.  A young female nurse, human, led him to the table.  The doctor was already there, he was some sort of lizard with a pair of horns coming off his head, one would call him a dragon and be accurate for the spaded tail that was also present. 

            "Alright Her- er Mister Hardskale, we are doing a bio-reconstruction on your right arm today correct?" the draconic Doctor asked in a gruff German accent.

            "Uh, yeah you're rebuilding it off of the mechanical skeleton it is presently, or so I was informed.  I don't know how this is accomplished though." Karo said, very timidly and eve slightly frightened, this doctor was giving off an evil vibe.

            "Well well my dear boy, or Joey as the case may be. We are using this revolutionary new devise that actually breaks down the minerals in the metal of that contraption on your right and reconfigures the molecules into real, flesh and bone.  It is rather painful I am told though, so I am going to administer a slight sedative, nothing to knock you out, but it will numb the pain."

            Karo was slightly befuddled by the docs wording on things, but shrugged and nodded.  He'd always been passive and agreeable on the first take of things whether he understood or not.  It was after the fact that he would think about things and go into panic mode, or kill mode, whichever was needed.

            The Doctor put the needle to Karo's left arm to start the process of sedation. Despite he had been told it wasn't going to knock him out, he felt a little tired, and couldn't focus his eyes or thoughts.  He thought he saw a swastika tattooed on the doc's scaly forearm.   The vision passed, but came back several times until it became a flag and he could hear soldiers marching.  Something wasn't right, in fact something was wrong, Karo knew something was wrong and he started trying to wake himself.  Suddenly it felt as though icy hands were pulling him into a void of pure death destruction and despair.  Memories, painful memories began flooding through, they didn't depress him though, but instead, simmered and fueled his anger as did the Nazi flag flying in front of his vision.      The flag began to tear and burn as Karo's vision cleared and focused on the doctor's arm.  There was a swastika.  He saw it quite clearly as the arm was right in front of his eyes.  The good doctor was preparing to poke a syringe into his right arm, a right arm that was physically there.  Karo flexed and the doctor jumped back in shock.

            "Why'd you jump back?" Karo asked in mild surprise himself.

            "Ach, you scared me is all."  The doctor replied, but looked a little nervous as he was glancing around a bit.

            "What's in the syringe?" Karo asked as he moved and flexed his new arm and it's fingers to be sure everything worked and appeared okay.

            "It is an antivirus to fight any infections that may manifest within your newly reacquired limb"

            Karo noted the hesitation in this physician's voice. "What's your name sir? Dr….?"

            "My name? Oh yes it's Jolter, Dr. Calvin Jolter"

            Jolter looked very pale suddenly, and itchy, as if Karo was keeping him from something gravely important.  "Is there a problem Doctor? Aren't you going to give me that antivirus?"  Karo was sitting up now, he had been for the past few minutes and he was sure to fix his vision directly on Jolter.

            Dr. Jolter stepped forward, not bending his legs. The man was walking in much the fashion that the Third Reich soldiers had so many years ago.  He glanced at the floor and then back to Karo several times in the short strut back to the table.  Karo found the doctor amusing now and decided to play.  He smacked him in the face for apparently no reason.  While Jolter's attention was drawn to this and about to say something, Karo grabbed the syringe out of the dragon's hand and jammed it into said dragon's arm.

            "You fool! Stupid marsupial, you won't get away with zis our organization will eradicate you!"  Jolter said in a fit of sudden rage as the area around the syringe began bubbling.

Karo lunged forward and gripped the doctor's labcoat, then pushed him up against the wall. His arm felt no different than before for some reason, it was obviously now flesh and bone, but it felt normal. "Who is your organization and why would they want to eradicate me? TALK!"

Jolter spit, and Karo clawed him across the face, the scales were surprisingly weak. 

            "The NNRO, Neo Nazi Reclamation Organization. They are the ones who made you, foolish creature.  You didn't die when you were supposed to." The dragon was going limp and looking a bit distant.

            "What?  What do you mean?" Karo shook Calvin, but the dragon was completely gone now, no heart rate in the slightest.

            Looking over the body and thinking quickly on what was happening, Karo found himself slightly anxious.  He was sweating; he could feel the dampness in his fur as he ran a hand-paw through his head-fur and between his ears.  "Nazi's? in todays age? I thought they were just a bunch of crazy fundamentalists."

            His ears then caught sounds coming from a nearby closet door and went over to open it.  When he did, he found an anthropomorphic brown wolf, totally brown furred save for some grayish fur between his ears.  A pair of rectangular gold rimmed spectacles adorned his muzzle, as wells as a rope tied around it to keep him quiet.  He was in a pair of khaki uniform trousers and black shoes, typical of an American Naval Officer.  His shirt was missing, all he had on his torso was a wife beater. 

            Karo undid the canine's muzzle obstruction. Only to be berated by a stream of unintelligible gripes, grumbles, and curses.   "uh… your welcome?"

            The Candid looked at the dead dragon with the lab coat and swastika tattooed arm, then back to Karo, then repeated this motion a few more times while muttering and moving his fingers as if he were counting or figuring.   "My Dear boy! Did you do this?"

He asked in somewhat of an English accent.

            "As a matter of fact yes. He tried to kill me, after giving me a new arm, if that makes any sense at all. And who might you be mister wolf?"  Although he lived on a military base and worked around the base sometimes, Karo was not employed by the government, but rather protected by them given his past troubles, as a result though, he rarely used such courtesies as sir and ma'am even if he knew he was speaking to an officer.

            "Dr. Furfeld, and don't you dare snicker at my name or I'll have your throat lad.  Oh my  you're him aren't you, Karo, Project Karo?"

"Yes I am, I—"

Karo was cut off "Excellent! I have been wanting to study you ever since arriving at this duty station. This gentleman you have slain is obviously one of the blighters that made you, or assisted in the project.  Nasty buggers, we knew they had spies about, we just couldn't uncover them, this one came to us as an intern last year.  He was a core man for the German Army, or so he said originally. With all the camaraderie between international services these days no one thought anything of it.

            Anyway child, step over here, I must have a look at you. Some say you are dangerous, That your blood is nuclear, and alien in make up.  My god you are a magnificent specimen."  The wolf circled Karo repeatedly, poking and prodding at his arms, tail, and jaw, anything he could poke without being questioned for perversion.

            "Specimen? I thought you were a doctor, not a physicist. " Karo didn't have to look down or up, the doctor was nearly his own height.

            "Well, my magnificent marsupial, I happen to have a doctorate in both, thank goodness for my own experiments in gene tampering or I'd be dead long ago and wouldn't have gotten both those degrees.  Your particular story has intrigued me, you were created during a time when gene experiments were an abomination still.  Now people see them so much differently. I'd like you to accompany me to my lab, we will take this poor dead fellow as well, I'm sure we can dispose of him in my incinerator. 

            I know I am moving quite fast dear boy but you must understand, I have been watching you for sometime and so have others, some not necessarily for good intentions."

            "Are you saying that someone is out to get me? And how do you know if there is? And I don't even know you, why would I come with you?" Karo was utterly confused and bewildered.  This guy could be one of them, whoever them was.

            "Dear god boy, are you really so dense?  That buffoon tied me up and tried to kill you, how you picked up on it and turned it around on him I'll never know, but seriously now? I haven't tried to hurt you either.  Now be a good lad and pick that poor dead fellow up and let's be off. His friends will probably be here any second."

            Karo hesitated for a moment or two, but then complied and picked up the reptilian.  Harold led him to a green Chevy Blazer, shiny metallic green of a light pine color.  The vehicle was a ZR2 model.   After placing the dead weight in the back, the two of them squealed off the base and into the Appalachian Mountains. Karo actually fell asleep for the duration of the trip and had no clue where this crazy wolf was going until he woke up at a rest stop to find the canine putting embalming fluid into the departed dragon to keep him from decaying until they got to their destination.

            Karo looked around a bit after nearly retching at what the doc was doing. "So uh Harold" Karo started as he looked anywhere but at the wolf. "Where are we? And where exactly are we going?"

Harold's ears perked, he turned his head, pushed his spectacles into position on his muzzle. "To my lab, in the mountains, high in the mountains.  A place where we…er I am rarely disturbed."

Karo caught that we part and simply shifted his weight and crossed his arms, and stared at the doctor.

            "Right well, um, you see, as I said I have been watching you for some time and with that I had helpers, helpers that unfortunately got rather close to you and have done naughty things with you in fact and then I have a whole regiment at my disposal and…or damn, I've said entirely too much, get in the bloody vehicle and let's go." Harold said, obviously trying to detour Karo and failing to do so.

            Karo picked the wolf up by his labcoat and threw him up against the vehicle, hard enough to show he was serious but not break anything.  "oh no, you are going to explain things  to me now, I don't trust you and I can easily kill you with one bite, I ain't like normal roos pal."

            Harold groaned from being slammed, but then began to spill the beans in logical, sensible paragraphs and order.  "Your friends, Vixy and Geckina, they are lab assistants of mine, they have been helping me watch you and keep you safe so to speak.  Yes Vixy is a police officer, that is her profession and it just happens to fit and help you more.  You have no idea how capable you are of taking down the cultish group currently on the verge of taking this world and twisting it to their own ends.  They created you, project 777, but when they saw what the experiments did to you and what you were to become, they scraped the project and killed anyone involved, but they missed you because you were not where you were suppose to be.  The American military had already gotten to you.  The NNRO operatives assigned to destroy you and your project, failed to get to you in time."

Karo relaxed a bit and let the canine down. "What do you mean?  What am I that these guys are so scared of?  And why are you so eager to protect me?  I was on a military base."

Ha, since when can the military protect themselves let alone a freak of nature, the military just follows orders mindlessly, whatever their superior tells them to do.  Besides, that dragon fellow obviously got in and past everyone.  If you hadn't picked up on his sinister aura, you would be dead.  Do you never wonder about that little sense that you have there, the one that tells you someone is no good?  What does it really say about me eh?  Stop listening to your brain boy, listen to your chemically enhanced heart.  I want to help you, because I can, and I want to see the bastards that made you get what's coming to them and I want to see you give it to them.  Stick it to the one who created you and wanted to use you for evil, the ones that took you from your home."

            Karo thought about this, the wolf before him stood on two legs and certainly wasn't wearing sheep's wool.  The man was honest; he admitted he'd been spying on this poor roo for sometime.  "Alright, I trust you, home James." Karo said as he climbed back into the vehicle.

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