You are an experiment, or more specifically; a [insert what you are]. Since you are a subject, you’ve been given a ‘name’; a code. Your code is PR3T7Y

September 2nd 1973, 5:13am Walden and his assistant; Naomi, were chatting as Naomi checks over all your tests, making sure they’re running smoothly when she noticed some thing — pointing it out to Wally.

“PR3T7Y isn’t doing too well; he’s completely normal for everything but this… this doesn’t look good, sir.” Naomi says as she reads out what’s wrong with you.

As she speaks, you move from the back left corner of the cell (the darkest part) to the glass, looking to Naomi and Walden; confused and curious to know what’s wrong with you.

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Their voices hushed, but you do your best to listen, you manage to work out three words; ‘partner’, ‘heat/rut/season’ and ‘babies’.

You stand there, in your cell; confused out of your mind. No. Surely not? They’re not going to force you to have/carry babies? Or maybe they’re just going to find you someone to help you through the season? Fear starts to settle in… what are they going to do??

[this is male x male, not femxmale. I am not making a fem x male. However, other MLM requests are allowed, please give me some in comments or you can send me a message on Discord @Froggysystem / @froggy#7642 (has Kuromi holding a g#n for pfp]