The receptionist rolled her yes as she wiped the spittle from her face. "Fine. You speciesist jerkhole." The woman picked up the phone and made a phone call. "Excuse me, this may take a few HOURS. That level of management make a point in being private and hard to reach. If you feel bored, you can go ahead and arrest me, and have someone else continue the phone call and take the exact same amount of time, and then arrest them too for not getting it done instantly Mr. 'I Am The Government!' You can have a seat over there. Sorry, THERE IS NO NOW! And my grandmother WAS AT pearl harbor! And her best friend's cousin was at Hiroshima! Though she spent the war with her family in a US internment camp! So if you feel like arresting me for whatever, go ahead. Have a freakin' army of FBI agents storm the place! We'll order out coffee and donuts and I'll be sure to ask the huskies to cooperate. Spray me with stinks! Won't be the first time. But it's not going to get a damn thing done faster! And Mr. I can appreciate the machine screwing you over! Another accident turned me into a teenage male panda that aren't even native to the US of A once! But your attitude gives ladies zapped into guys a bad name."
The receptionist's face remained stern and even at Agent Sherman's growl. Finally the agent turned around in a huff and sat down and began reading a magazine.
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Ironically, the United State Military, had an exclusive contract, that should dragon DNA be ever found or properly sensitized into an anthro template, that it used exclusively for US soldiers. This was a 'better safe than sorry' part on some military bureaucrat, on the near impossible chance that dragons had once existed and were simply extinct.
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Of course there would be more than one guard, all of them armed, all with their guns ready. And security cameras everywhere.
Naomi wondered how stupid these guards had to be to fall for Charlotte's obvious ploy. Once outside and they got a examination of the grounds in full, they could simply repeat another walk tomorrow and quickly get a knowledge of the landscape along with the motions of the guards and staff and make their way out. Of course that also meant getting past the maze that surrounded the Minotaur's property that the security staff likely knew forwards and backwards, while Charlotte and Naomi had been through only once.
Still, being let outside like this? It was easy. [i]Too easy.[/i]
A wall slammed down behind them and in front of them, cutting them off from the guards and any way in or out.
The pair waited for guns to come out of the wall like some cliche bond movie, but they did hear one slight message from a speaker. A female voice belong to one of the jaguars.
"Before you leave us, The Minotaur [i]doesn't[/i] know about this. So don't waste your last breaths cursing that big dumb bull. I WILL tell my boss what a poor accident you had. And how tragic it was, and to protect the park from scandal, hard decisions will have to be made with what to do with you after. Good-bye."
Cholette and Naomi braced themselves for whatever was going to happen next. And waited. And waited. But nothing seemed to be happening.
With how oversized everything in the minotaur's house was already, it took them a brief while to realize that their perspective was getting shorter.
The wolf and husky women looked at each other and gasped in shocked as they saw their beautiful and lovely curved bodies slowly fade away, along with their chests become smaller until they vanished into their chests.
"They're-they're to youth us into nothing?!" Charlotte gasped ramming herself against the walls with no effect other than bruising herself that the regression healed instantly.
"No." Naomi said, her voice becoming higher pitched as she regressed in years. "The . . . big change machine has safety protolcole, protacoles, stuff to make that not happen." Naomi said as she tried to hold onto herself.
They were becoming even younger than Spike had all those years ago. Spike that . . . that bad boy who had become all innocent and nice almost like a blank slate. Naomi struggled to think what an even further regress-, regress, going back would do to her and her . . . bestest best friend.
Some pleasant and cheerful music began to play in the room, with words that Naomi couldn't really hear. A small flat screen TV turned on, which caught both pups attentions, showing a pretty pattern that made them giggle at the sight and sat down watching it, listening to the music. The sublimity music an hypnotic pattern doing their work. A lot of research had gone into Mr. J's mental transformation into Jessica. And now was used to great effect.
By the time the doors slid open and the patterns and music stopped, the two pups were too busy playing patty cake to notice, all their adults thoughts having gone out the window, and the two completely adorable pair now only knew what they were told to know. Their adults memories having dissolved in their smaller innocent brains.
Their templates of course were erased. But not before using them on a mundane wolf and a mundane husky. The result was a pair of perfect physical doubles (including dental work just to be the safe side) of the two adult women. However the machine was NEVER meant for this purpose, and the two innocent dumb animals died instantly from the shock.
A car accident with these two perfect doubles down to DNA testing and scent and a few bribes in the right places, made their death warrants official sooner than later. The car accident's fire also took care of any inconsistencies that might have existed. THEN their templates were erased.
The two child morphs were completely oblivious to these adults matters. They were home after all, the only home either of them had only known, and were happy to be with their sibling (not being the same species wasn't a big issues in these tolerant times). Besides, Sponge Bob was on.