Skirted Spies: Season 1

Episode 13-5: My Own Pup

My heart pounded heavily, and I could feel the fear build up inside of me as the raccoon's words repeated themselves in my head. 'Showing you the results', what's that suppose to mean? Ah, who am I kidding? That could only mean one thing, and I wasn't ready to see it. At last, the lift has reached its destination, and my fears became more than just my imagination.

There, in the center of the room, stood a massive pile of flesh and fur. There was no face, no features on this blob that could've had even the most remotely looking feature that resembled a human or anthro. Clyde was right, just looking at this abomination let me know just how much it's suffering. One big pile of suffering...

It looked around with (I could only guess) its head. Clyde and I had already backed away from it, watching with dreadful eyes as it started moving around the floor, making some unnatural incoherent noises. It left a slime trail wherever it went. Right then and there, I lost my lunch. Don't know how Clyde kept his down.

"This beautiful being cannot hate, and does not know war," explained the raccoon. "A Utopia will be made with the New Children, forever a place without conflict!"

I wiped my mouth and continued to stare. The blob circled around the room, letting Clyde and I view it from all angles. The sense of sickness I had in me was immediately replaced with a feeling of dread as I saw something sticking out from its presumed back.

It was a fox tail, and it had a pink ribbon on it.

"Oh god..." The thing gurgled in a morbid string of noises again, and I felt the bile rise up to my throat once more.

"What say you, Ispio?" the raccoon started, "Can you comprehend the grace of the New World!?"

"You're fuckin' sick!" I shouted at her. I could feel the hot tears welling up in the corner of my eyes. My gun trembled in my hand, and I tried so hard to find a reason as to why she should leave this place alive.

Clyde rests a hand on top of my gun, "Don't do it, Troy. We're not assassins." He must be able to read minds, or maybe my body language was just too obvious.

I choked up, "I... I can't. Clyde, didja see the tail? Lula..." The tears finally streaked down my cheeks, dampening my fur. "She killed her. She used her like some lab rat for some stupid New World bullshit!"

Clyde's hand gripped my gun harder, "Keep your head on. She gets out easy if she dies. We need to convict her, not cremate her."

"My sister is dead, screw protocol!" I tried lifting my gun again, but Clyde's strength wouldn't let me budge it. "Let go!"

He continues to stare into my tear-filled eyes, "It isn't just your sister that's been harmed in all this. Think about how killing this person is going to avenge all the other women. How is your personal vendetta suppose to bring closure to the other girl's families?"

"I... but I-"

"C'mon Troy, we're on the same side, and we do the same work. I'm sorry about Lula, but her loss should be all the more reason to convict this insane loon to a life of imprisonment."

I nod my head, a little grateful that Clyde managed to keep his cool through all this. Must have been hard too, being stuck inside a child's mind and all. With a clear head, I holstered my gun and switched to a non-lethal tranquilizer gun.

"Okay," I said, "by the order of Ispio, you're-" the raccoon was gone! "Oh, how rude."

"Dammit, she slipped out!" Clyde yelled, running towards the only opened door in the room. I guess not everyone waits for the good guys to finish their speech.