A Roo'd Introduction 4k clean (Patreon)

The night shift - oh, how I loathe it. The pay is incredible, I admit, but starting as a runner is the worst. My job involves shuttling between labs, carrying samples and fetching test equipment for people. Each group of scientists seems to find new ways to make things difficult. Feline scientists prefer their rooms dark, canines are easily distracted, avians can't stand noise, and the list goes on. But keeping the labs running smoothly is what I do best, or so I tell myself.

“James! Hold on for a moment. I need you to take something for me!” One of the lab scientists called out as I passed their room, breaking my moody thoughts. As I stepped into their room they handed me a small duffel bag with a sea green tag on it. Sea green packages were some of the rarest packages, usually with the least information shared about them. 

“Take this bag down to fluid testing, tell them its the suit from the hotel test. They will tell you where to put it. Let me know if they need anything else, thanks!” The scientist said before he shoo-ed me out of the room. As is tradition with the sea green tags, I get told as little as possible, not even a ‘careful its heavy’ as that would be ‘too much sensitive information’ as my boss put it. Its never worth even asking for more information, so I might as well get the bag over to the testing lab. Pulling out my phone with the company app I scan the tag to indicate its on the move.

The halls of deep blue have been abuzz with runners after that biological release last week, the workday after the company announced they were moving from ‘felidae’ to ‘marsupial’ safety tiers temporarily and ever since then samples and files have been flying through these halls. No one has explained to us runners what the safety tiers mean or why they're named that way, but I assume "marsupial" is safer.

I can tell when I enter the fluid labs, ironically a lot of felines work in that sector. The biggest evidence is how all the windows looking into the rooms have less and less lights on in them, but the amount of people doesnt change. Cats love their darkness I guess… luckily the app has shown that my destination is right around the corner and not in the dark areas. 

'Scan on arrival; a scientist will unlock the door to room 96,' the app instructs as I round the corner. I set the duffel bag down and scan the tag. The app border changes from red to yellow, indicating that I should wait for the scientist. While waiting, I examine the bag. It resembles the ones high school football players carry, but with a padlock on the zipper and some tacky rubber splattered on it. I don't even want to know what that substance is.

A muffled yelp from behind the door catches my attention. I notice the door isn't fully shut, so I peer into the room. Like all feline labs, it's practically pitch black except for one lone light illuminating an empty workbench. I gently push the door open, allowing the hallway light to spill in and reveal the situation.

In the exact spot where I usually drop off the samples was a large shiny kangaroo creature, its green markings clear in contrast to the white and red of the scientist on his lap. The scientist doesnt look in distress… in fact he looks to be enjoying himself as the creature he was sitting on bounced him up and down while wedging the cat’s muzzle open with a finger. It looked like the coloration was melting off the kangaroo and onto him as he held the cat. As the door opened more I found the source of the yelp. The other scientist in the lab was pinned to the floor by another kangaroo, this one gray. The kangaroo was pulling the cat’s hand behind its back while humping into him. Both the kangaroos were thankfully distracted by the cats and didnt seem to notice my presence.

Not knowing what exactly to make of what I saw, but knowing it couldn't be anything good I quickly hid behind the door, not wanting to be seen when they noticed the door was open. Opening the app I moved over to the ‘emergencies’ tab, a section for situations just like this. Hitting the big red ‘general emergency’ button I expect to get a swift response… instead I see a form to fill out on the app! “Please describe your emergency or provide a picture” Fucking  corporations and their apps. I hope a picture is the fastest… peering around the corner I manage to snap a quick picture and hit the upload button. 

"Come on, you stupid thing!" I mutter to myself, glancing around the hall for other runners. Just as one passes by the junction at the end of the hall, something yanks me backward by my shirt collar, pulling me into the room and slamming the door shut. Before I can even register my surroundings, a hand presses me against the wall. A heavy, squishy weight pushes against my shoulder blades, pinning my chest to the wall. The fluid seeps through my shirt. Another hand reaches for my hip, slipping inside my pants and underwear, grasping my sheath with a warm, gooey mass. I let out a muffled yelp...

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The final piece of a YCH with vulcanriverwolf and vialvilevyle! I also uploaded the image as an attatchment just in case patreon compresses the main.