The next morning things had calmed down. Sabre had felt better and had let go of Jackie in order to take a hot bath while Jackie had gone to take a bath of her own before the day started. She was at the kitchen gathering everyone's meals together and listening to the TV when a commercial caught her attention due to the overly excessively bright and flashing lights prone to give kids seizures.

"Do you know of a host in your area with Extraspecies? Call this number and get $100!"

A ridiculously loud voice shouted, catching Jackie's attention as she walked over to the TV to turn it off.

"That's just stupid." Jackie huffed. Obviously that was some kind of fake gambit for some fast money or a scheme to get information on the hosts. Ms Smith had warned her that since the program was still fairly new, there were many people trying to make money around issues regarding it or even people trying to sabotage the program in many ways, and this add sounded like something of the sort.

A faint groan caught Jackie's attention as she looked over at the hallway and saw Sabre,her fur a bit raffled and fluffier, trotting into the kitchen and sleepily getting some water for herself while Kit jumped excitedly around her feet.

"He just doesn't have an off switch, does he?" Jackie teased as she walked over, reaching up and setting her hands on Sabre's neck. "Your temperature feels back to normal. How are you feeling?"

"I'm still not good but I'll get better," Sabre took a big sip of water.

"Well of course you aren't, you were pretty sick. Take it easy today and just relax," Jackie suggested, gently rubbing her cheeks and listening to her hum in content a bit, "if you'd like I can come in later and give you a good grooming."

"I kinda find it weird that you touch me after you did so when I was naked," the leopard swished her tail for the pup who was pawing at the furry appendage before the kit lost interest in it, "and no, he doesn't. Remember what I told you about him? Let's just say he didn't get to be outside a cage a lot, except for running physical test until he was exhausted."

"Then I'll come in with milk instead if you don't want to be touched. Go back to sleep," Jackie said while Kit now was literally bouncing off the walls like a wild cat as Jackie snickered, "if you can, that is."

"Trust me, I can. I'll just give him some game or teach him to stalk," Sabre said, watching the pup dash excitedly into the hallway. She smiled and followed after him, planning to herd him into their temporary room.

The doorbell rang, drawing Jackie's attention. "Wonder who that could be." She said with a sigh, heading out of the hallway.

"Not expecting company?" Kroc asked, startling her as she looked back and saw him silently standing beside her with a curious tilt of his head.

How long was he there for? His footsteps weren't even making vibrations on the floor which shocked her the most. Talk about a silent killer. "No, I'm not. They're probably Jehovah witnesses or something like that." Jackie said with a shrug, knowing they come through the neighborhood from time to time. She walked up to the door and unlocked the three big locks, unaware of Kroc standing right behind her.

Upon opening the door, a slightly overweight man with greasy hair and a baseball cap with a big camera hitched to his shoulder started to open his mouth to greet her before stopping, looking past her and up at Kroc before his jaw drops, startled.

" … may I help you?" Jackie asked in a hard voice, snapping her fingers in front of his face as he grinned.

The man ignored her and literally shoved Jackie aside before fixing his camera on the stone faced Kroc. "A-AMAZING-! You're a saltwater Australian Krocodile, right?!"

"Aye mate. And you?" Kroc said, clearly a little put off at the sight of the camera before getting a bit of a closer look to examine it.

The man jolted slightly, as if scared or as if he had just remembering his manners before he took a few steps back and some deep breaths. "S-Sorry about that, I got carried away. Let me introduce myself, my name is Lucas Bolverd and I am a one man interviewer f-for a woman called Ms. Smith. I'm here to interview the Extraspecies you have here, Ms. Penske, was it?" He asked, moving his fingers in a greedy and excited motion.

"Yeah I am but Ms. Smith didn't tell me anything about this." Jackie said, folding her arms and standing between him and the curious Kroc.

"She didn't?" He said, baffled before pulling out a small scrap of paper and holding it to her, "I'm at the right place, aren't I?" He asked as Jackie took the scrap piece, finding her address on it.

"Yeah, you're at the right place."

"Then let's get the interviews started!" He excitedly said, about to push his way through before Jackie's hand slammed against the wall, forcing him to stop short as she stared at him coldly and suspiciously.

"You're going to wait outside while I call Ms. Smith and make sure this isn't some gimmick." Jackie said, pulling out her cell phone as she tried to push him back outside.

"W-Wait, please! At least let me film your enlarged living quarters while you call her. She'll clear me, I swear- IS THAT MACASSAR EBONY FLOORBOARDS?!" He shouted with a shocked expression before bursting past her and into her apartment. Jackie's eyes narrowed as she watched him begin filming everything about her apartment and commenting on the exotic and expensive improvements apparently made recently due to the renovations for housing extraspecies.

"Watch him for a bit, would you, Kroc?" Jackie asked as she pulled out her phone to call Ms. Smith as Kroc lumbered off to look at the funny little man with the video recorder.

"Ah, wait!" He said, looping back around and surprising her as he handed her his phone, "don't worry, Ms. Smith gave instructions. I just got so excited that I forgot to tell you! Please use my phone to call her number. A couple other hosts apparently called her when she was busy on their own phones and she got incredibly angry at them," the little man passed Jackie his own phone, and with a raised eyebrow Jackie called MS Smith's number. After a couple rings, a click of a recording message answered.

"Before you ask me about that d*** filming guy he is allowed to record hosts and their Extraspecies! DO NOT CALL AGAIN!" Ms. Smith's voice literally screamed into the phone before she hung up, silencing Jackie into shock. What the hell?

"S-Smith? Ms. Smith?" Jackie hesitantly said, checking the phone and seeing that she hung up. What the hell was that all about?

"So? Are we good to go?" He asked with an eager grin as Jackie stared at her phone. That was a little too weird.

"Yeah, I guess so," Jackie said, slipping her phone uneasily into her pocket, "you can interview whoever agrees to it. I'm not going to make them if they don't want to." Jackie said as he eagerly grinned.

"Yes, yes of course! So may I interview you first?" He asked, startling her.

"Me? Why?" Jackie asked, uneasy. She had never been interviewed before and this threw her off guard.

"Because you are just as much a part of the program as the Extraspecies are. Let's sit down and get started." He said with a grin before looping over to the living room. He sat on a small footstool gesturing to the couch in front of him. Jackie uncomfortably brushed off her clothes, walking over and taking a seat and feeling a little self conscience.

"So uh … what do you want to know?" Jackie asked, leaning back and trying to get comfortable.

"Start with the start of your day. What's it like living with Extraspecies?"

"Well … I'm still kind of new at this but often I wake up early to get some cleaning done before the others wake up."

"Others? How many Extraspecies do you have?" He asked as Jackie paused, counting in her head.

"I have a total of five now." She said as the man leaned forward in shock.

"Five?! What an extraordinary number! What kind of Extraspecies are they?" He asked with lots of excitement.

"Well, the first one who arrived was Dumisa who is a black mamba from Africa. Second was Jaska who is a Siberian tiger from Russia. Next was Kroc from Australia; he's the saltwater Crocodile you already saw. Then there is my most recent who is Sabre, a clouded leopard and Kit, a small toddler fox." Jackie said, counting again mentally to make sure she wasn't forgetting anyone.

"Whoaaa … and you say you're still a new host? How long ago did you start? It almost seems as if they were all thrown at you." He asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

"I started … about a few weeks or so ago?" She said, a little surprised herself. After talking about it like this it really was shocking she got so many so quickly.

"That's so many so quickly! Why would Ms. Smith give you so many? Does she really have so few people willing to host them?" He asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

"I really have no idea. Well, I have the space for them all and the time since I have, well, had a family business as a mechanic." Jackie said, remembering that she had to close up shop for a little while. That disappointed a few customers but they found other places pretty quickly".

"Really? So after becoming a host you were forced to quit your job? And your services were removed from the community and the local economy?" He asked.

"In a way I guess I was. The program offers plenty of money to live off of so my job now is basically taking care of the Extraspecies here," she explained, "it's very time consuming but I do have time every now and then to work on personal projects of mine."

"I see. Its obvious you do miss your work and being able to help the community. By your reaction I also see that having to tend to so many Extraspecies so suddenly and without notice of there being so many is quite tiring for you."

"I do miss my work every now and then but being a host is pretty exciting, I'll admit. Each day is a little adventure in itself with all the challenges of that comes with the job of being a host." Jackie lightly joked with a smile, actually enjoying talking about it.

"Is it? Isn't it a dangerous 'job' taking care of them all? I noticed that you named all of them as predatory Extraspecies."

Jackie noticed the emphasis on the word 'job' that she herself had used so carelessly. "Well yeah because I have the room for it. Predator Extraspecies need a lot more room than herbivores do."

"Don't you ever feel like you're in danger while taking care of so many dangerous Extraspecies?"

"They aren't dangerous as long as you're not stupid about it. I actually learned my lesson by going into Dumisa's room and he tackled me, startled since I went into his room without announcing myself first. Predators, I've found, like to know where you are at all times. They get uneasy when they don't." Jackie said with a shrug, repeating much of what she heard on the video.

"So one of them actually attacked you, its own host?" He asked.

"On day one too." Jackie teased with a smile, "but, it was my fault. We were still getting to know each other and I startled him while he was settling in."

"I see, I see so they are as unpredictable and dangerous as it's said … and which one was this?"

"Dumisa, the black mamba."

"Aren't black mambas one of the deadliest of snakes?"

"Yeah? So?" Jackie said, trying to get the pressure off of Dumisa a bit.

"I see, I see. So, you got into the program and thus quit your previous daily job to take care of the various predator Extraspecies assigned to you, and you have been learning to deal with this adventure," the man smiled kindly, "I think that wraps things up with you, Ms. Penske. May I interview the leopard girl?" He asked, keeping the camera rolling.

"Yeah, sure. Only if she agrees." Jackie said, getting up and directing him towards Jaska's room. Jackie hardly paid attention to Kroc's sudden disappearance, taking him in front of Jaska's room. "Hey, Sabre, come here. There's an interviewer here to see you." She said.

"I'm not moving, so he can come here," Sabre called from her seat on the sofa while lazily stretching out.

Jackie stepped inside, finding Sabre lounging across the couch rather lazily as the man cam fumbling in with excitement. Kit was nowhere around which made Jackie think that he was probably spying on them, completely hidden but somewhere close by.

"A female bastet, how rare! May I interview you, Ms. leopard?"

"Clouded Leopard," she corrected with a yawn.

"Thank you! Your contribution will greatly help the world understand more about Extraspecies!" He said, walking over to her and ogling the only female Extraspecies of the house.

The man started circling Sabre and taking all kinds of shots, before he then quite directly asked, "does your tail ever get in the way? Would you show the camera a little more closely? I'm sure a lot of people are curious as to how your clothes are hemmed in order to make room for the tail properly."

The moment he was finished asking Jackie stepped into the shot.

"Really, that's the first thing you ask? That has very little to nothing to do with how Extraspecies are adapting into today's society." Jackie pointed out, baffled that he would bring up such a weird question before her eyes flickered towards the camera, "cut that part out. You don't need details like that."

"But it's all for the truth!" He shouted, with a clenched fist and eager grin, startling her with his sudden burst of enthusiasm, "the people deserve to know all about Extraspecies! From the very nature of the individual Extraspecies right down to the kinds of human clothes they wear and how they are able to adapt into human society! Why, this question is the very base of getting to the bottom of such a thing! Can you honestly tell me that you're not curious how some Extraspecies wear clothes? For example, a bat or a bird that needs to make sure clothes are wind resistant but loose enough for them to move without troubles. Or how mermen require clothes that are fluid in water? What about insect ones with strange and big bodies? You can't deny that tails are quite the interesting stuff. Do they require special clothes tailored for them or do some of them adapt normal human clothes?"- The man pointed out and signaled between Jackie's and Sabre's clothes.

"W-Well … a-a little I guess but you're basically asking her to show her butt to the camera and that's inappropriate, in my opinion, for an interview to go." Jackie shakily said, startled by the sudden and ready onslaught he shot at her. It took her by such surprise at his readiness that she couldn't think of a good retort.

"He can ask stuff. But I won't move because I'm quite comfortable right now" Sabre yawned while waving her hand dismissively.

" … fine, but if you ask something weird like that again I'm intervening. The Extraspecies here are not going to put on a show for you. " Jackie defended herself as the camera got a good shot of her defensive attitude.

"Oh~ ooh! The sign of an excellent host, being aggressive towards outsiders who may want to harm her Extraspecies. To you, miss, I do commend." He said, shuffling his camera aside a little bit before firmly shaking her hand.

"C-Commend?" She asked before snapping back to attention"y-yeah, of course I am. There are a lot of people out there who want to give Extraspecies a bad reputation a-and I just don't want this video to highlight their bad points like so many other people do w-without looking at the good points." Jackie said, beginning to get flustered.

"Well, I just want to show the truth of Extraspecies, all of it whatever it may be. No bad intentions here, Miss Host. But please, if I overstep the bounds again feel free to interrupt. The last thing I want to do is upset the host of a bunch of predator Extraspecies. You could set them after me and have them rip me apart easily." He lightly laughed as her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

"Y-Yeah, fine, continue." She said, backing out of the shot and standing behind him, "go on." Jackie waved her hand towards him as he positioned himself in front of Sabre once again and cleared his throat.

"Now, Ms. Clouded Leopard, I will repeat the question. You hem your clothes, don't you? And do they fit comfortably around your tail? No constriction?" He curiously asked, keeping his tone upbeat despite the distraction.

The clouded leopard stretched on the couch and looked at the man without interest but her tail flickered back and forth, "I do wear hemmed clothes, but I also have some special tailored clothes and adapting human clothes would be easy too. My tail … ," she flickers her long tail, "obviously extends from my spine like all tails do for any living creature who has one. My clothes are designed for just that and are quite comfortable."

"May we record it for the interview's sake?" He more politely asked as Jackie stayed quiet, letting Sabre decide for herself.

"If I showed you I'd have to move and as I said, I'm quite comfortable right now." She lightly purred, rubbing her cheek against the couch's arm.

A loud crash outside the room made them all jump slightly. Jackie stared out the door, wondering what fell before glancing at the cameraman. She really didn't want to leave but she wanted to know who broke what.

"Go ahead and continue, I'll be back in a minute." Jackie said, leaving the room to go check and see what happened.

"Can we take a close up of the base of your tail? I only ask for the sake of the audience who are curious about Extraspecies and their biology. We are also curious about, ehem, how a feline's genitals differ from a human's? It's quite rare to find a female bastet for some reason and however strange the question may sound we can't let the opportunity pass to ask" He asked, the camera focusing on her lower half and the sleep shorts she was wearing the moment Jackie was out of earshot.

"Don't you know basic biology?" Sabre barely raised an eyebrow."And no. I'm not moving"

"Not on a feline, unfortunately, and neither do many people out there who misunderstand you Extraspecies." He said, seeming too ready with that response.

"Then go read a book about mammals in general." She arched her back, preparing for a nap.

"A mammal? Oh, so you lactate like a human female?"

"Humans are mammals too, you know?"

"I see … Then can I ask you if you groom like a regular human or prefer to lick yourself clean like a common cat?" He asked.

"I like taking long, hot and nice showers. Thermal waters are good for the skin, although I like neutral and natural soap and shampoo," she shrugged, "conditioner is so nice because it makes my fur amazingly silky." She admitted, rubbing her arm and enjoying the softness.

"Don't cats disliked water?"

"I'm not a cat. I'm a clouded leopard."

"Mmhh … Well, another question that people are probably curious about. Do you have heats like cats or do you menstruate like human women?" He asked, seeming to be a little hesitant in asking this.

Sabre smirked at him. "Oh? Didn't you say you didn't know about basic biology? Please, do tell me what you know about human menstruation and feline heats and then I could tell you some comparisons." She asked with a kitty grin, seeing his expression turn a little flustered.

"Mmhhh mmmhhh, maybe we can speak later after the other interviews. I'm on a timed schedule after all," the man said, "thank you for your time," he said before skedaddling out of the room. Sabre miffed with a laugh, leaning back to get some more rest. She mildly wondered what the host would do about this obviously suspicious character. If she didn't do anything she might have to do something herself. But for now, it was time for her catnap.

When the man came out of the room he saw the host bandaging the crocodile's hand while the broken pieces of a broken vase laid on the floor. Kroc looked away with a stone cold face but reprimanded guilt in his jade eyes, letting Jackie finish the light bandages.

"Oh, did something happen?" The man asked with the camera filming everything, paying special attention to the broken vase, "is it common for stuff to get broken by Extraspecies?"

"Just things that aren't strong or well built," Kroc huffed as he glanced over the sharp pieces he had tried to pick up before the host stopped him.

"Be more careful, I liked that vase." Jackie sighed, flicking his metal jaw rather gently before grabbing the dust pan.

"So delicate things with emotional value are always at risk for a host?" He asked, wording it strangely.

"Anything delicate is going to get knocked over when someone isn't careful." Jackie said with a not so subtle glance at Kroc before she knelt down and began sweeping up the remains of the vase.

"Well, either way, may we continue with the next interview?" The man said before turning the camera towards Kroc. "So your name was Kroc, right? Very imaginative name. Anyways, you are quite big." He said, sounding a little sarcastic but Kroc let it roll off his shoulders with a silent shrug in response.

"Hey, guys, go take the interview to your room, Kroc, while I clean up out here. I don't want anyone stepping on any of the pieces and cutting their feet." Jackie said, shooing them away as Kroc led the man over to his room.

"Oh yes, please! Show me your room, Kroc. I hear an awful lot of tax dollars go towards making these luxurious rooms for you Extraspecies to stay in." He said, trotting after Kroc as he slipped into his room. The moment he stepped inside the room he began to stretch, ready to resume his work out. He couldn't afford getting soft now of all times and he certainly wasn't going to stop for a greasy little human.

"I'm going to work out. Ask away, mate." Kroc said as the walked over to the mat and began doing some push ups.

"Ah, alright then let's start simple? How much do you normally consume each day?"

"About 20 pounds of meat every week. I don't eat everyday like humans do." He stated with a grunt, continuing his one armed push ups without a pause in beat.

"And what about alcohol? Do you drink alcohol or consume drugs? Like steroids?" He asked, zooming in on his muscled arm.

"Humans need drugs to get strong, mate. I don't. And mate, down under you need to drink a barrel a day to keep the flies away. HA!" Kroc laughed, grinning and finding this interesting.

"Why did you leave your country? Does it has anything to do with that metal jaw? How did you get it, is it stronger than a real one? Was that why you got such modification?" The man layered question on question, taking special interest in the metal jaw.

"Things simply happened. Got bored down there and headed on up for the program on a bet," Kroc answered, switching arms and continuing.

"I see, I see … Australia is said to be full of dangerous creatures. If I'm correct, crocodiles are quite the cause for many deaths a year. What about Extraspecies?"

"Long as you don't bother us we don't bother the humans living there. Poachers can be a real pain in the arse but fun too," Kroc darkly laughed as he widely grinned and showed off his sharp teeth.

"Oh? What have you done to poachers? I think you can rip in two a man with one bite." The man noted, fixing the camera on Kroc's teeth.

"Quite easily, mate," Kroc answered with a leering glance over at the camera, his tail twitching towards the man and making him jump slightly in response, "poachers know better than to come to my territory, mate. Next." He said, standing up and going to bench press about 300 pounds.

"So you have gotten rid of poachers in a way that make others fear to get near?"

Kroc's eye dangerously lingered over the man before toothily grinning. The cameraman even shivered slightly at his darkly amused gaze.

"You got cauliflower ears, mate? I said next," he said with a hiss before laying down and beginning to lift the bar and start his reps.

"You've got quite the temper." The interviewer said.

"Aie mate. Gotta be mean to survive down under." Kroc said with a more serious expression.

"So aggression is your way. Well, enough about that, what about your mating between your species? How does that occur, or what I mean is, how do you capture the female's attention? Many people out there suspect it is similar to how regular crocodiles court and mate but what about Extraspecies?"

"Mating season is at the end of year. Everybody gets aggressive, especially the sheelas. And if aggression does not work to scare competition off, then you fight." He explained with a grin, remembering good times.

"Ah I see. So you are used to resorting to violence to get what you want. Tell me, when you do get a female, what usually happens?"

"We submerge under the water and I lay on top of her and then we mate. We don't let up until I need to breathe," Kroc rather proudly stated with a deep, throaty laughter.

"But what if the female runs out of air before you do?" The questioner asked with a surprised tone.

Kroc let out a full blown laugh, " HA! Females are the ones keeping you there!" He laughed a bit more.

"And what about the offspring?"

"After mating season is over and the nest is built, sheeleas don't let anyone near. Not other Sheelas, not even the father. Even if a male would like to help, those wild sheelas would sooner rip your throat out." He heartedly laughed.

"I see, I see … I think there is enough here for the time being. Now, where is this black mamba?" He excitedly asked as Jackie stepped inside, seeing the man giving Kroc his thanks.

"What, done already?" Jackie asked him, glancing at Kroc and seeing him not caring at all about the interview. Well, so far it hasn't been too bad but this guy seriously unnerved her.

"I've already got what I need from Kroc. Now where is Dumisa?" He eagerly asked as Jackie let out a faint sigh.

"This way." Jackie said, leading him over to Dumisa's room before loudly knocking, "Dumisa! An interviewer is here to see you! We're coming in." Jackie said, opening the door and turning on the lights to expose Dumisa who was lazily lying under his heat lamp and enjoying the waves of heat rippling over his skin as well as the attention the cameraman was giving him. The man quickly set himself up, preparing for the interview before quickly beginning.

"So tell us again. There aren't many male 'lamias', are there? I don't think I've ever heard of a male lamia before." He said, curious before pausing, "ah, Ms. Penske, would you mind if I do a private interview for the male lamia?" He asked as Jackie's eyes narrowed. This guy was up to something and she didn't like it one bit.

"Yeah, sure." She said, turning and leaving to stand outside the door and listen in instead. When the cameraman was sure that she left he turned his attention back to Dumisa.

"So, Dumisa, as I asked before, how common are male lamia?"

"And you have one right here, so enjoy my wonderful presence and don't waste my time. I also don't like to repeat myself, human. Keep that in mind," he said with a faint smile, keeping his eyes closed but posing for the camera, "Male lamias are rare; until I was born there were no males in my tribe."

"So what was it like to be the only male in the place? Did you had an active sexual life with all the females there?" The man asked, making Jackie's eyes narrowed. This guy was definitely getting on her crap list right now. Everything he was asking was so obviously incriminating.

"Awfully direct but yes, compared to the average human male I suppose I did. But it's the same for any male lamia." He said with a slight shrug, "since there are so few males to go around, with the few that are around there are an endless amount of willing females to go along with it. Constantly." He said, hardly sounding troubled by it while his expression remained aloof.

"So there was a lot of copulation? Was there no sexual education?" He questioned.

"Why would there be a need for sexual education if everyone knows how to mate by instinct?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"So what about unwanted children or your responsibility regarding any offspring?"

"Children are few and far between as well; children often hunt and compete amongst each other and only the strongest survive. It's the way of the lamia." He said with a shrug.

"So the child mortality is high and adults don't care, but they just copulate more and have more offspring to see if they survive?"

"More or less, yes. That is the way of the black mamba tribe after all," he said with a slight shrug, "adults often fight for territory so it is good to teach young how and when to fight and flee," he answered.

"So how many women did you sleep with if they expected to keep that brutal rate of survival of young?"

"Whether it's a lot or not to wrap your head around I copulated with about … at least 5 women a day and at most 29 at a time. As to the number of times it often ranges around 8 or 9 times a day." He said, literally hearing the jaws in the drop at how nonchalantly he said that.

"And…. and what about the ages of the females? Is there any 'legal age' for mating?" The interviewer asked as Jackie remained quiet, hiding in the hallway at this point and listening in to their conversation. He's kidding, right? He had to be, that was insane!

"It begins as soon as the female begins to put off their natural musk and come to me to satisfy them before going on about their day like nothing occurred," he shrugged with an annoyed tone. "And they are eager to do so as soon as they get old enough to reproduce, the greedy eager witches."

"So the females are always eager for sex?"

"Mostly in the mornings and evenings and every other week. There were about 298 females in my village that put off that musk and they simply come in droves to have themselves be satisfied and last them a week or two before coming back for more like greedy scavengers picking at a carcass," he said, cracking an eye open and staring at them with skinny slitted eyes, finding himself growing more and more annoyed.

"So female lamias will only use males to satisfy their lust?"

"Yes. Otherwise I simply lay in a tent all day or am hunted down by rather eager and horny women. They got in the way of my hunting quite often." He added with a light hiss too low for humans to pick up.

"So that was basically your only function and importance. Just something to satisfy them?"

"Exactly. So I signed up for the program to leave them for some time. I thought perhaps they would contact me and ask for my return but I've found they've already found another snake to satisfy them, a very young male. Pathetic. Female lamias hold no interest for me. They are too fickle and scheming for my liking anymore," he hissed louder as he flipped around onto his back to let the heat warm his stomach.

"Could it be that you simply didn't fulfill their expectations?"

"Ha!" He laughed, twisting around and facing the questioner as he propped his chin on hand and grinned, "they would be eating out of my hands while I pleasured them but once they had their fill they simply left. Every lamia acts as so. But not humans, I've found," he muttered the last part, glancing into the hallway where he knew Jackie was listening as she was with all the others, "they tend to mate for life, something I find interesting compared to my own species."

"So you are seeking human females to crawl to you with sexual intents?"

"It all depends on how this host situation plays out. However, there are downsides to humans as well," he said with a long sigh, "they are too weak and fragile. I'm afraid a single thrust would break her pelvic bones," he said with a small shrug as Jackie's complexion paled. Did he really have to go down that road and say something like that? Ugh, freaking Dumisa. Jackie pinched the bridge of her nose, still listening closely.

"Then your intention is indeed to 'copulate' with human girls? Is that exactly what you complained about female lamias?"

"Only if they beg," he teased in a low voice with a grin, clicking his teeth together and revealing his fangs for a brief moment before laying down his head into his folded arms and staring at the questioner.

Dumisa then had a funny idea because he wanted information. "Why don't you ask my host? After all, she has various males in her domains and even a female Extraspecies and she likes to 'spend' time with all of us, sometimes at the same time. So she can probably tell you more about us."

"Dumisa, that's enough," Jackie growled as she stepped into the room and glared at the questioner, "I've heard enough, and did your interviews. So please leave now"

"Sure thing, miss, but I still need to film the environment. I have what I need for the reviews but I need to shoot all this fantastic and luxurious remodels that were made even when it's clear the neighborhood is a bit run down. Its almost decadent, don't you think?" The man said as the camera finished a panning of Dumisa's room and the hallway before making a close up of Jackie's flustering face.

"Rundown? This part of town isn't so bad." Jackie said with a frown, not liking how he was getting up in her face, "and I'd rather you just go. I have a lot of work to do." Jackie said, still trying to be polite but her expression was clearly otherwise.

"But you admitted that you abandoned your job to accept the money and take care of the extraspecies, miss. I just need some shots of the quirks of their suites. Im sure it would be impossible to pay for those without the money from the programs, right? Did you had to fire many workers in order to take the job and the money?"

"Abandoned? It was my choice to let my job go for the time being," Jackie snapped back in annoyance, "and it's not like I took away jobs when I closed down; this shop is run by myself and I can choose to do with the business as I please. Of course I miss it but taking a change in pace with work is good at times." -

"So you couldn't afford to hire any workers? Don't worry miss, you don't have to hide your disappointment and frustration at having to take care of such dangerous creatures for money. There are ladies who resort to worse means. But once the documentary is out, I'm sure people won't blame you for the problems that occur when these creatures are near."

"Excuse me?! What is that supposed to mean?" She demanded, eyes narrowing, "that's it, give me your tapes. I knew you were just asking questions to try and incriminate them in some way!" she angrily growled, her glare piercing right through the surprised questioner, "give me your tapes and leave." She ordered before his eyes narrowed with a hiss. In a remarkably fast move he danced away, keeping clear of her while keeping her in his film shot.

"Oh my, is angry mama bear going to try and do something violent to me while on film?" He asked with a sleazy grin as Jackie was pulled up short, startled, "perhaps I was wrong and hosts are as dangerous as the Extraspecies. All it would take is a small youtube clip going viral to prove I'm right."

"You wouldn't." She angrily growled. This piece of-!

"Won't what? I don't know what you mean; all I am doing is exposing the truths about Hosts and Extraspecies which are sucking the United States dry through using tax dollars to pay for these Extraspecies to come live here rather than the other countries. Go ahead and let the Extraspecies drain the money out of the economies of the world but myself and many other tax payers aren't about to let that happen so easily." He said, refocusing his camera on her, "I am well aware of the laws. Your Extraspecies can't touch me because of the law passed and if you try to lay a finger on me I'll sue you of every dime you've ever made, little missy."

"Seriously?!" Jackie shouted with anger. She was such an idiot for letting something like this happen! "What exactly are you trying to do by filming us like this?!"

"I am only disclosing the truth about these violent Extraspecies to the world! They are a danger in every sense, physically and morally as proven just in the interviews with these few here. Do you know how much violence has gone up since Extraspecies were introduced into various countries? Many of them resort to violent means for anything and would kill us like any other prey. They don't deserve to live anywhere near us. If anything we should just ship them off to some island and let them hash it out themselves there! They are dangerous!"

"Your questions are the dangerous ones here! You never even once asked about where they were from or the hard life they've had or even how hard it is for them to adapt to human culture!" Jackie pointed out with a hiss as Dumisa laid wide awake, deeply interested in the fun developing before him.

"That's the thing, they clearly can't adapt. They shouldn't be allowed near humans at all. Why, do you know how high the percentage of hosts who are injured, both minor and fatally, by their Extraspecies each year?" He asked as Jackie's face turned red with rage. "Didn't this one here almost killed you on day one? You admitted to that."

"Don't be so pigheaded! They think just like us 'humans' and won't hurt anyone as long as you don't purposefully bother them like some idiot!" Jackie shot back, her own rage seething, "you are naive and a stupid prick! Give me those tapes!"

"So what if a child were to annoy an Extraspecies? You think they would casually lay back or attack them? They would easily kill or abandon their own offspring as I recorded, so why would their reactions be any different for humans?" He dangerously asked before the camera was lifted off his shoulder, startling him as Kroc stood behind him with a stone cold expression of pure murder. "H-HEY! Give that back!" He shouted, trying to jump and reach it while Sabre sat on Kroc's shoulder, taking the camera herself before collecting the tape from inside. With a thump the camera hit the floor, shattering the lens and sides of it while the mere sight physically broke the sleazy man down to his knees.

"Kroc! Sabre," Jackie said with a grin as Sabre hopped off his shoulder rather expertly, landing silently next to Jackie before handing her the tape.

"I also recorded everything this man said just now. And just so you know, I called Ms. smith as soon as the interviews began. She's on her way," Sabre gave the tape to Jackie and then moved aside to stretch and show her claws and her long fangs to the broken man, "you better go away or choose between my claws and Jacqueline's nagging because something much more scary is on the way here."

"WHAT?! You can't do this to us! You're suppressing the truth from the people! And you can't attack me, cat!" The man shouted, trying to pick up the pieces of his recording device while Jackie held the tape far away from him.

"You're only showing the people the truth you want them to see, not the whole truth," Sabre snarled, "so pathetic. Any town politician is less obvious than you in manipulative media. You think your questions aren't obviously pointing at something? HA, you don't even have a decent fake license. You think you could simply turn in and fake your identity as a documentary guy?" Sabre growled, her jaw opening a lot more than a normal cat's should for she was a clouded leopard, closest living relative to saber tooth felines, "I've seen way many like you. Far worse and way smarter. Now get way while you still can!" She growled her warning. "Unlike Kroc or Dumisa, I would have no problems ripping you apart."

"Exactly," Jackie said, holding the tape up, "now get out of my house," Jackie growled too with a venomous glare.

"You think I'm leaving without those tapes? You're dead wrong!" the man shouted, tightly clenching his fist as he murderously glared at Jackie.

"You think you could do it? Dumisa is the fastest snake on the planet, Sabre is standing right next to be and you have Kroc standing right behind you." Jackie said with narrowed eyes before tossing the tape behind her, "but even that pales in comparison to a pissed off host." She threatened as all three of her Extraspecies turned away with a stifled laugh, making her cheeks glow a little red.

"S-She really thinks she's scarier than any of us?" Sabre said before letting out a full blown laugh.

"It would appear so! How funny!" Dumisa loudly laughed alongside Sabre while Jackie's blush deepened on her face.

"Or that her teeth are sharper than mine?" Kroc tacked on but everyone ignored his own last comment, continuing to laugh in Jackie's face about her threat.

"Maybe her gaze is more poisonous than my venom, ha!" Dumisa laughed

"Oh come on guys, that's not cool!" Jackie shouted at them all before seeing the man lunge for her in the corner of her eye. Jackie whipped around, startled and ready to tackle the man right back before the door burst open, startling them all as a straight up assault team burst through the wall and sent wooden shrapnel everywhere. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Jackie shouted as Kroc caught her, covering her with his back while the overweight man sat on the floor with an opened mouth gap, startled as Ms. Smith walked in through the door like a normal person after the assault team had them all surrounding.

"Oh good you're all safe! Don't worry about the damages, they will be taken directly out of your check, Jackie. Now, I'll be taking care of this man," she slightly moved down her dark lenses, locking eyes with the deeply startled man, "and after I'm done, I assure you he would have prefered staying with your proposed methods."

Without time to even process what was happening two suited up men grabbed the man by either arm, dragging the stunned man into the hallway before the rest of them repelled down the side of the building. Everyone remained frozen in place, hardly able to believe what just happened.

" … YOU BROKE MY HOUSE WHAT THE HELL?!" Jackie thundered, squirming out of Kroc's grasp and marking right up to Ms. Smith while Sabre sneaked away quietly , "why the hell did you burst through the wall like that?! HOW did you burst through the wall like that it's brick outside of here!"

"Oh, this?" She asked, picking up one of the broken bricks and holding it up for Jackie to see, "this is nothing in comparison to a certain host who exposed her Extraspecies to a rather dangerous man who could have potentially ruined everything I've worked so hard to achieve over the past ten years and if it wasn't for a certain kitty I would be filleting said host right now." She said with a dangerous smile as Jackie's face paled.

"B-But I tried to call you! It went straight to voicemail!" Jackie argued as she held up a phone, calling a number before it went to voicemail.

"Before you ask me about that d*** filming guy he is allowed to record hosts and their Extraspecies! DO NOT CALL AGAIN!"

"Oh, you mean this thing here? It was digitally manipulated by cutting and pasting parts of other calls. The grease ball tried the same with another host but he was smart enough not to fall for it." She said before clicking the phone shut, sealing Jackie's fate and arguments.

"B-But it was your number!"

"And when you call through his phone it automatically redirects to a recording"

Jackie's jaw remained hanging in shock, having nothing else to say. She was duped. Even if she tried to weasel her way out of this she was suckered by that man's trick.

"Close your mouth sweetheart you'll get flies that way." Ms. Smith said as she clicked her jaws shut before squishing her cheeks, startling her as Ms. Smith lightly blushed. "And why didn't you tell me you adopted another furry? I'll just have to add her to your contract now that she's here." She warmly smiled.

"You mean Sabre?" Jackie asked before pausing, looking around Sabre was nowhere to be seen, and upon remembering Sabre's threat from last night she prefered to not say that much to Ms. Smith. " … is it possible to do that?" Jackie asked, curious. She wouldn't mind adding the two of them to her contract if it meant they could stay. She liked Sabre and her kit, even if the cat had threatened her.

"Of course it's possible, just tell me which program she's in or if she needs to sign her papers," Smith lowered her sunglasses to see Jackie in the eyes, "is she alone? By Dumisa's recent call I think there were some problems."

"Yeah. She's got a little tyke with her." Kroc answered for Jackie.

"The pup cried so much that even Dumisa called me for help," Ms. Smith said, bitterly remembering the phone call, "I think Dumisa mentioned that 'the cat was sick'?"

"Yeah, Sabre was pretty sick but she wouldn't let me call anyone. I was able to make her take some medicine and drink water so she's getting better now." Jackie reassured her.

"She'll need a checkup anyways just to make sure … well, just so you know Jaska will be returning shortly. I'll give him the paperwork so he can deal with the other Bastet himself." Ms. Smith said with a surprisingly carefree shrug.

"Yeah? When will Jaska be back?" Jackie asked, curious, "where did he go in the first place?"

"Very soon. You don't need to stay up for him since he has his own key," Ms. Smith assured her. Jackie paused.

"Where did Jaska get a spare key?"

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! Move out!" Ms. Smith shouted to the air despite the rest of the team having already left, avoiding the question entirely before marching off and leaving Jackie standing there with unease.

" … Ms. Smith did you make copies of my keys?" Jackie asked but the coordinator quickly made her escape with her heels clicking quickly down the hall, leaving the three of them standing in Dumisa's room which now had a gaping hole in it.

"Jackie, go make dinner. I'm starving," Dumisa complained, draping over her and nearly dragging her to the ground as he pouted, "it's our feeding day but you've hardly given me any food today. Go make it now." He said, weighing her down to the ground and sleepily hugging his heat pack before Kroc slipped her right out of his grasp, "blech, it's already feeling colder in here," he complained, hugging her a little tighter and glaring at the large hole in his den now.

"He's right, sheela." Kroc reminded her as his stomach audibly growled.

"Uh, yeah, sure. I set the meat out earlier so all I need to do is season and cook it. Give it an hour." Jackie heavily sighed, back to business as usual as Kroc set her down. That hole in the wall was going to be a problem but Ms. Smith said that she would fix it. Back to business as usual.

"Good, and make it enough to celebrate, host," Dumisa called down the hall before returning inside his room and letting out a huff. "That hag better fix this hole soon."

Exactly an hour later Dumisa was heading down the hall to enjoy his well earned dinner when he heard rustling inside the tiger's den that been taken over by the leopard girl. He knew the host would be annoying and insist on everyone attending dinner so he might as well drag Sabre there to avoid a hissy fit. He knocked on the door before opening it.

"I'm coming in, Sabre." He said, leaving the lights off and immediately locating them with his natural heat vision. He paused, seeing her with a bag over her shoulder and the pup holding onto a leg from the balinese bed and refusing to let go. He flicked on the lights, seeing Sabre's disgruntled expression. "Where do you think you're going, young missy? The host will throw a fit and complain rather noisily if you're not at dinner with us." Dumisa said, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe. It was clear she wanted to leave.

"Mmhh~ hi, Dumisa. I was, well," she looked worried and saddened as she scratched the back of her head, "listen, I'm not under Jackie's contract and I don't want that coordinator catching us or starting an investigation, alright?"

Kit held more onto the furniture, obviously knowing what was happening, but was determined not to leave this place like with the other places that were bad and they had left behind too often.

"Hm? So? I'm hungry and if you leave I won't be able to eat without Jackie's bickering," He huffed, slithering over to her and seeing the little kit clinging to the furniture for dear life, "what's with him?" He asked, laying down next to Kit as he hid his face and held on tightly with a firm pout.

Sabre sighed, "he likes this place and doesn't want to leave but now that the coordinator saw us we should, well, it was nice meeting you, so … ," She extended her hand to Dumisa for a shake.

"Hold on," he said, picking her right off her feet. She dropped the bag and Dumisa raised himself into the air while staring at her, "dinner first." He said with a cheeky grin, clearly refusing to relent.

"Wait! I don't have much time before someone comes to research us!" Sabre tried to reason.

"That old hag is hardly something to fear," Dumisa said with a roll of his eyes before picking up the Kit too and slithering out of the room, eager for dinner, "and what, the kitty is afraid of a few needles? For a predator you're rather skittish, aren't you?" He asked with a laughing huff. "Relax, she will just get you in the program, maybe she didn't even saw you", he laughed again at the cat scratching the walls and floors before they arrived at the kitchen and setting her down at the table between himself and Kroc. Kit gasped in excitement, running up and all around without a care on the world in his excitement at apparently not leaving this place.

"Hold on guys, I'm coming." Jackie said, bringing out large bowls of food with especially flavored meat, some of them cooked but most of them being raw like how the others like it before grabbing a bowl of hard boiled eggs for Dumisa. "Eat up and enjoy. Oh, wait," Jackie said, walking over and bringing over a small plate of chicken nuggets for the kit. He immediately perked up before dashing over, leaping onto her lap and messily awing at the plate before swiping a nugget and sitting down. He happily gnawed on the little treat, humming and 'purring' in delight as Jackie rubbed his head and smiled. "Let me know if you guys want anything more or less cooked or with some other season." Jackie said as she took a bite of her salad off to the side to prevent Kit, as everyone called the pup since Sabre hadn't mentioned his name, from nabbing any of her croutons.

"Everything seems fine, sheela," Kroc said and took out a couple bottles of some liquor.

"I'll take one of those" Sabre said and got a hold of one of the bottles.

"Ah, hey! Where did that come from?" Jackie complained as Kroc passed them out to the others, handing Dumisa a gentler bottle of sake before he poured it into a small disk looking cup that she's never seen before. "Where did you buy that alcohol from?"

"Found it." Kroc shrugged, pouring Sabre some of the stronger alcohol before he took a pure swig and let out a satisfied growling hum.

"I really doubt that." Jackie pointed out with a huff as Kit subtly snatched another chicken nugget and happily nibbled away at the breaded outsides.

"Who cares where he got it from? It's been awhile since I've have alcohol." Dumisa said, picking up the saucer and happily drinking it down.

"Well, since we are here we might as well have a good time" Sabre smiled and her her drink up, "salud!"

Jackie leaned back with a sigh, taking it as it was and not asking any more questions. They deserved to have some fun after today. "So did you know that camera guy was a fraud? Is that why you didn't attack him and instead let Ms. Smith come take care of it?" Jackie asked, curious.

"Obviously. We aren't stupid," Dumisa said while eating one of the soft boiled eggs with a swift toss into his mouth and swallowing it hole, his neck slightly bulging from the egg's decent before he grabbed another one.

"Did you think we would have been so stupid as to let them slander us like that?" Sabre asked as she took another swig of her alcohol of choice.

"Well, no but it's hilarious at how you all answered him. Did you see his face? He looked scared out of his mind at half of those answers! You all did a good job scaring him," Jackie snickered as she took a bite of her salad and handed Kit another chicken nugget.

"You thought we were kidding with those responses?" Kroc asked, making Jackie pause as she looked up at him.

"Well yeah." She answered, flickering his gaze to Dumisa before back to Kroc, "you were all serious about what you told them?"

"Every last bit of it," Kroc grinned, "we didn't lie although we kept some information hidden from him, sheela."

"Are you intimidated by us now, host?" Dumisa asked in a sarcastic tone and snarky grin as his pupils turned to tighter slits.

"Why would the host be intimidated?" Sabre smirked her grin while looking sideways at Jackie, "could it be that you didn't believe our threats to them? I did want to rip that man apart but Ms. Smith was going to do it herself."

"No, I meant more so with everything else. Like," Jackie started, glancing at Dumisa before quickly avoiding that landmine and turning her fast gaze to Kroc, "like what you used to do, Kroc. And, uh, everyone else until recently. It's a little surprising I guess."

"We actually didn't mentioned much of what we did in specifics." Kroc said while tilting his head. "So what do you mean, host? We have no problem answering you in full."

" … oh hey, look at the time. Gotta start cleaning the kitchen. You guys can tuck yourselves into bed tonight," Jackie said, getting up and making an escape to her cleaning duty.

The extraspecies crew looked between themselves before Dumisa grabbed Jackie's waist with his tail and reeled her back with ease. Jackie jerked back, startled as she landed with a flop against his coiled body.

A~nd she was trapped. Peachy.

"There's something you want to know but are afraid to ask?" Kroc asked, curious.

"Not really. What's more scary I think is that I believe what you said was true," Jackie said, relenting and laying against Dumisa's scaly body while looking at everyone, "your pasts are just so different and … uh, alien to me that I couldn't even begin imagining myself being in those situations and places. It's weird," Jackie honestly said.

"I think she means the mating parts," Sabre said while stealing one boiled egg to their surprise. She paused, noticing their stares, "what? I had to learn to be somewhat omnivorous, ok?" The feline showed her raspy tongue and then ate another egg. But what was more startling was the fact Dumisa actually let her eat off his plate without a hissy fit.

" … uh, yeah well, that part surprised me too," Jackie admitted, "it was just something I didn't expect hearing in the interview."

"Why? It was obvious they would ask about something like that. Besides, humans seem to have strange fixations and taboos about mating," Kroc countered. Now he was the one interested on such strange views regards reproduction.

"Yeah, I guess they do. But not for something that's supposed to be more informational and documentary type like he was claiming to be," Jackie said, trying to worm out of Dumisa's grasp but he held firm and dragged her to the center of his coiled body and made her sit in the natural donut hole, "so them asking things like that was weird."

"Don't avoid the obvious question, Jaqueline," the feline said while taking another sip of her drink, "after all, the guys here are also curious about human mating habits, right guys?"

"Well, why wouldn't we? I've seen pics of humans mating. I think it was called porn; such strange creatures forcing their bodies to contort in the most unnatural of ways is weird," Kroc stated, ears and eyes on Jackie.

"Then you've clearly never seen snakes mate," Dumisa teased, curling his long tongue around and egg before gulping it down.

"I've tried a bunch of those positions. As a female I can attest that some of them make the sensations better. It's not just 'mating', it's sexual intercouse for mere fun or to enhance one's relationship with the other person," Sabre licked her whiskers.

"But you're a cat. You are far more naturally limbered and animals much like extraspecies mate for the sake of reproduction, not so much for the fun of it unlike humans tend to do. Humans are the only ones to have taken it so far as to have written books about it," Kroc answered without looking away from Jackie.

"have you tried any of those forms, host? Dumisa asked as everyone turned to her with interest.

"Who said I did it for reproduction?" Sabre quickly realized her slip and changed the attention to Jackie, "what about you, Jackie?"

"As if I'm going to tell you guys that." Jackie stated in a firm and annoyed voice, "can we talk about something else? This is stupid," she childishly huffed as she folded her arms. Dumisa's tail lightly tightened around her waist, almost as if hugging it.

"I think she is still virgin," Sabre sang with a snicker.

"Does it really matter?" Jackie shot back in an annoyed tone, "since when was being a virgin a bad thing?"

"Jackie, are you unable to mate?" Dumisa asked, blinking in confusion.

"Or perhaps the sheela's sterile?" Kroc asked

"Maybe she's interested in females?" Sabre looked at her and licked her lips.

"Guys, guys, guys! It's none of that! My lady box is perfectly fine, fertile and clean of diseases. And no, Sabre, I don't fly that way," Jackie started, getting this all out of the way so they don't question it. "I just … haven't, alright? It just hasn't come up."

"You wouldn't fly at all, you have no wings. But seriously? If you want I can break you in so you could try the guys then," the feline started with a teasing cheshire grin before she addressed the guys, "the first time for a human female can be a bit painful, so it's better to do it first with another female," she said as the two males listened with interest.

"Really?" Dumisa asked, baffled.

"NO!" Jackie retorted with a slack jaw and wide eyes, struggling in Dumisa's grasp but he held firm while he laughed.

"If you believe you'll be the first one to break her in she's dead wrong. Who says I'll let you touch what's mine, female or not?" Dumisa hummed, draping his upper half over Jackie's stomach as his tongue flickered out along Jackie's shoulder.

Sabre rolled her slitted eyes and shrugged, "who said she's yours? You make it sound like she is a sex toy." Sabre sneered.

"Sex toy? What's that?" Kroc asked.

Sabre turned to look at him and shrugged her shoulders again, "oh, is just that humans don't even need a mate to go at it. They have a wide arrange of items they use to satisfy their sexual needs."

"But where's the fun in that?" Dumisa said, laying behind Jackie and making her use him as a backrest as he stared at Sabre.

"Could it be that our sheela prefers mating alone with such toys?" Kroc asked, clearly looking alienated by the mere thought.

"No mating at all, thank you very much. Work keeps me pretty preoccupied," Jackie said, "it just doesn't really hold any interest for me." She honestly stated, watching Sabre's eyes widen at her.

"How can you say that if you have never tried it?" Sabre took a nugget from Kit's pile to try them. "Seriously. I'm more interested in your petting and that Kit likes you, but for what you're saying I'd do you out of pity," She chuckled while her tail lashed side to side.

"Sabre, just knock it off." Jackie said with a huff as she laid back against Dumisa's body and stared at the ceiling. She was stuck until they were satisfied, "put your dishes in the sink for me when you're done. Dumisa, let go. I really do need to go finish up the dishes unless you don't want your heat lamp working by the time you go to sleep?" Jackie asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing his heat lamp needed the darker red bulbs bulbs so he could sleep easier in the dark.

"I think the cat has a point," Dumisa seemed to ponder on it, "Afterwards I can just use you as heat bag, host."

"Dumisa I swear to every ice cube in the world I will bury you in ice and never drag your frostbitten butt out," Jackie hissed in a warning and sharp glare, "now off, Dumisa." She said as she tried to sit up and off him. "And you don't even think about it, Sabre. Go find someone else to screw!"

"Forget it, host. Sabre won't be interested in males that way until the peak of a heat." Kroc said with a shrug.

Sabre let out a growl and looked offended before she crunched down while looking away "I can copulate just for fun. I don't need to be in heat but Im not going to do it with just anyone." She almost bit her tongue at the end of her sentence after saying that revelation. Once again diverting the conversation towards Jackie, she spoke "The point here is that the host is having mating difficulties."

"It's my body and I can do what I choose to it," Jackie growled, grabbing the end of Dumisa's tail and trying to strangle the life out of it but it just lifelessly flipped around in her hands just to amuse her, "so if I don't feel ready for it yet then I won't do it. Besides, I'm still waiting for the right guy." Jackie stated.

"But how are you going to find the proper mate if you don't try mates out?" Dumisa asked the host.

"That's what dating is for. And I just haven't met a guy that sparked my interest," Jackie honestly stated. At least not a guy that returned that spark.

The males shoot back in surprise.

"Not one?" Kroc raised his eyebrows.

"Really?" Dumisa sounded very surprised.

Sabre raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm not like you who would be fine with just about anyone when you're in the mood." Jackie huffed while pointing at Sabre before glaring at Dumisa, "seriously, let go."

"You think a male lamia does it with anyone only because he feels like it?" He said as he shuffled a bit, making her sink deeper into the pit as he laid over her. Her fingers dug into his scales, trying to claw her way back out but he easily laid his body over her with a smirk, "It's not about the mood, is it? For example, I'm feeling in the mood for having my heat-pack quiet and serving dutifully," he smiled as he laid over her and hid her away rather perfectly while hugging her deliciously tightly with his body, his prey successfully captured with the exception and her leg that she managed to kick past a part in his body. He lightly laughed and laid his upper torso over his body and playfully poked at her leg, watching it kick up a storm. As Jackie struggled to get free and more importantly breathe, Sabre remained silent with a rather long expression that the two males noticed.

"What's wrong, Sheela?" Kroc asked, tilting his head slightly as Dumisa paused in his playful teasing.

She let out a defeated sigh, "as Dumisa says, it's not about 'being in the mood'. Just so you know I did have a 'mate'." Sabre said with a hurt sneer before exhaling a calming breath and regained her regular, guarded expression. "But oh well, forget it, it's not your business at all."

Kroc noted and then looked away, " I don't think there are that many clouded leopards out there right?"

"I have never met any other clouded leopard but he was a Bastet." she stood up, with all interest in Jackie lost as she picked her cub and left the table. However, Dumisa grabbed her by the tail and gently pulled on it.

"Where do you think you're going, kitty cat?" He said as he eyed the feathered boa he held onto for Kit if he ever threw a fit again at seeing him. He grinned, picking it up and wondering if it would work.

"I told you already, Dumisa-," she started but then she stopped. Sabre couldn't add more because her gaze detected the motion of something feathery caught all her attention and, without even registering, she jumped to attack it and then rolled on it while pawing at the feather boa Dumisa was manipulating.

"I think not." Dumisa kept on and chuckled at how easy it was to entertain this cat. She was as distracted by silly things as her cub.

"What was that about?" Kroc asked watching the cuteness of the fluffy cat.

"She was gonna leave this place only because the old hag saw her", Dumisa tugged on the boa and somehow the feline got tangled even more.

"Smith? Sabre has a bone to pick with her?" Kroc asked as Kit hopped onto the table, sitting in the middle of Jackie's dinner plate and happily eating away at the chicken nuggets.

"No but Sabre doesn't have a host and doesn't like the idea of getting caught and taken away"

"Smith won't do that. Not unless Sabre tries something stupid." Kroc huffed.

"The old hag maybe not, but kitty here already packed." Dumisa said with a shrug before waving the boa in front of her face.

"She shouldn't be moving around so much, not with a young pup" Kroc leaned down and had an idea, "but maybe we can convince her not to go."

"I don't care either way but I suppose her being here is rather entertaining for when the host is otherwise … occupied." He said, glancing back at his coiled body and feeling her kicking dying down a bit.

Kroc remembered how the host had pet the feline when she appeared, so he got down got a hold of Sabre's head and began to pet her albeit roughly. "Hey Sheela, you won't go, right?"

Sabre was already purring at the same time that she was deciding if she should bite his hand or keep on biting the boa instead.

"Sheela." Kroc said with a slight growl to get her attention.

"Alright," she said rather easily, surprising Dumisa.

"Will you now? But you seemed so intent on leaving before." Dumisa teased, tossing the boa to the floor and watching her roll around with it. Sabre soon lost interest before hugging the boa and looking up at him before glancing at Jackie's still leg.

"The host stopped moving," Sabre briefly commented with a shrug, continuing to play with the boa before Dumisa unraveled himself and found the unconscious host. Sabre lightly laughed as Dumisa began to shake the languid host while Kroc simply let out a heavy, tired sigh and rubbed his eyes. The boa flipped around on the ground as Sabre rolled around with it, peeking past the feathers to watch the two males try to wake Jackie. Perhaps staying won't be so terrible.

Sabre's bright yellow eyes cracked open, glancing around the room and finding everyone passed out in the living room entangled in Dumisa's long body. She sluggishly sat up, rubbing her eyes as she pushed Dumisa's serpent body off of her and wormed out of his grasp. Thank goodness she didn't suffer Jackie's fate. She looked over at Jackie, seeing her being spooned by Dumisa who was taking advantage of all of her heat. The clouded leopard's tail twitched back and forth as she looked around for Kit. Her ears flickered before she turned, seeing him cuddling up against Kroc's stomach while being wrapped up in her blanket like a little adorable burrito.

She briefly remembered how that had happened. After the host was knocked out they all drank to their heart's content without the nagging of the host before they all passed out asleep in the living room. After a long yawn and another look at the pup, she tried to resume her cuddling but she found herself restless and hot and felt the need to go back to the room she had taken over, which had a scent that reminded her of Aleksey, her lost 'mate'.

Note to self: never try to outdrink an Australian Crocodile.

The door to Jackie's apartment jiggled before it swung open with Jaska slumping inside, hunched over and exhausted. His missions came one after another, hunting down those Extraspecies and scientists who had been known to perform illegal experiments on Extraspecies as much as fighting and killing some of those maddened experiments. Three times he almost went feral and each time it almost costed Griffin his life. At least Cyan was there to neutralize the situation.

The days just kept getting longer and when he learned his idiot host let some baffoon into her home with a video camera Ms. Smith assigned him permanently-more or less-to this residence.

His bright orange eyes scanned the apartment after entering with the key Smith had given him. He locked the door behind himself as he headed over straight to his room, just wanting to get in bed and rest before glancing over the kitchen table and seeing empty alcoholic beverages. He walked over, curious and eager for a quick drink himself before swishing around the cheap alcohol and finding it rather unappealing. With hardly a glance into the living room where everyone laid in a heap he headed for his room, just wanting a good night's rest.

He opened the door to his room, planning on sleeping for a nice, long time in his warm and cozy den before he paused, picking up the strange scent even stronger than before. It smelled like … another bastet? Jaska straightened out his stance, perking his ears up and listening to soft breathing coming from his den. Ms. Smith told him about Kroc, a saltwater Crocodile Extraspecies but not anyone else. So then who was the young woman sleeping in his bed?

He walked up slowly to the side of his bed inside the den, surprised to see a naked female bastet resting in his bed and hugging one of his old shirts close to her nose. He blinked, baffled at her presence before letting out an annoyed grunt.

"Get out of bed, girl." He said, shaking her shoulder but she did not stir in the least. She was completely out. Jaska let out a faint growl, shoving her aside and sliding into bed with her. He was too tired to care; he'd deal with her in the morning.

Sabre's eyes cracked open to the fresh familiar scent snuggling in beside her. She turned around, surprising him as she buried her face into his long fur and let out a needy groan.

"Aleksey … ," she murmured with a whine, running her hands down his sides as she rolled on him and lightly bit through his thick fur and to his skin as she nuzzled him. His eyes widened, startled and unnerved that she called his little brother's name. Why did she just call for Aleksey?

"Who are you?" He asked, sliding his fingers around and gripping the back of her head as pressed against his familiar warmth. His eyes narrowed before he rolled over on top, leaning in and taking a deep whiff around her neck. Her spine curled with a soft 'nyaa~' as he pushed pinned her stomach against the sheets and took another few whiffs. The scent of her heat made his head spin as he tried to pick up any traces of his younger brother's scent but did not find any. It's been awhile since she's seen him, then. She's probably one of the few people could perhaps give any clue as the whereabout of his dissapeared little brother

"Aleksey … I've missed you," she whined almost crying of happiness, too sleepy and in too deep heat to be truly awake, twisting her head up and licking his wrist before her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling herself up towards him as her tail flickered around. She was getting deep in heat. "I miss you. I… I love you. Loved you even before the experiment. " She purred and rubbed herself on him.

What experiment? Due to his own experience, the mere word 'experiment' gave him a bad chill. He needed to find out more, but the intensity of her moaning and heat surges made him thrum in response, feeling his instincts begin to become wired himself. He held himself off, however, wanting to hear more about what she was talking about.

" … da, I Aleksey." He said, curious about what she would say or do. This touching wasn't only because of the heat cycle. It seems that she is reacting to his scent, similar to his brother's, and was getting excited. "Keep talk, detka. I want to hear more." Jaska said, kissing the inside of her wrist before nuzzling against the side of her face. What does she know about his younger brother? Could she know where Aleksei was?

"I miss you. This is a nice dream. Remember when they dropped us in the snowy mountain? And you found that cave? That was my first heat … ," she whispered before laying back down and closing her eyes to go back to sleep. Jaska stared at her before kissing her cheek and noticing her warmer than usual forehead, laying over her and trying to keep her awake as she began drifting off back to sleep.

"Awake, detka. Tell me more," he almost pleaded, purring as he nuzzled her neck. He was excited already and engulfed her in a big hug, nuzzling against her neck and deeply smelling her scent in. He had never gotten with another bastet for some time due to the technical changes made in him by stupid humans, changes that would lead any average bastet to reject him.

"I need you" She raised her rear and swinged her tail side to side while her front remained down against the bed "Stay with me, you promised you would", She rubbed herself on him again.

" … da, I stay," he murmured, holding her hips before pulling her into a deep kiss. He argued to himself that if he didn't help her get over her heat now, things would get bothersome later on. So he'd be doing her a favor. But no matter how he tried to angle his thoughts, his true intentions came through. He needed a good stress reliever and here was a good distraction for him. Two birds, one stone.

Sorry for the wait but here it is! Enjoy! 10 REVIEWS to find out how the kitties get along ;3