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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b]A Day in the Life of Mr. Fixer[/b][/center][center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nThe phone started to play a jingle from a popular Nendo video game. The owner made a groan, rolling over in his bed to pick it up and hit the button to answer it. \"Hello?\" He failed to keep his voice from sounding tired.\n\nA female voice spoke on the other end. \"Hey, Ben. Did I wake you?\"\n\nThe rat/panda hybrid made a grunt, rubbing his eyes. \"Yeah, but I should be getting up anyway.\" He let out a yawn as he sat up. \"What can I do for ya, Iaisa? Got a job for me?\"\n\n\"Yup!\" He could tell the white tigress on the other end was smiling by the tone of her voice. \"Got a call for a cleanup in uptown Alta.\"\n\nHe sniffed, clearing his throat a little. \"One of yours?\"\n\nShe laughed. \"Not this time. An old friend of yours, actually. George Hart, from the Hart House orphanage.\"\n\nThat perked him up a little, his large, rat-like ears standing up straighter. \"Oh?\" He expression fell a moment later. \"Wait, is he having me clean one of the kids? I thought he used Janus to add them to his collection.\" He didn't like to clean up kids, even though he found himself doing it often.\n\n\"Nah. A parent this time. I've sent the details to your computer.\"\n\n\"Alright. I'll have a look at it and head out once I've had a shower and a quick bite to eat. Should be on the move by the end of the hour.\"\n\nIaisa chuckled. \"That's in 4 minutes, Ben.\"\n\nHe looked at the phone, seeing it was 10:56 where he was. \"Oh. You get what I mean.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I do. Have fun. I'm sure your old friends at the orphanage will be happy to see you again.\" There was a teasing tone to her voice. As usual, she let on she knew way more than she should. To be expected for one of the top people at D-Gen. Or maybe it was because she was a centuries old spirit. Though the super-computer true-AI she was friends with might also have something to do with it.\n\n\"Yeah. Thanks. Talk to you later.\" With that, he hung up and set the phone down. He let out another yawn, stretching his arms up above his head. Pushing out of the bed, he scratched his bare ass. He always slept naked. It's not like he had to worry about anyone suddenly coming over. The only people that even could probably wouldn't mind the view. He used to be very self-conscious about his looks when he was younger. Being an uncommon hybrid, a rat and a panda, gave him an odd mix of both features. He was more slender like a rat, but boasted the muscles a panda could form, just not the solid fat that often covered them. He had mostly traditional panda markings, white belly, black back, white face with black markings, especially around his eyes, but his head was more like a rodent's. He didn't have a rat tail, just a little tuft of fur, but he did have a rat's longer fingers and toes, even if they were more rounded at the end. Even his ears were longer, but rounded. It all made for a unique look, and he stood out no matter where he went. He almost always got stares from people. It was why he preferred to be alone as often as he could. He really only ever left his workshop for a job. He didn't even need to go shopping for anything, just place an order online, and it was delivered to him, left in the garage by one of the few beings that knew how to get there.\n\nAfter having himself a quick shower, he picked out one of his standard outfits to wear. He was going to be cleaning up at an orphanage, so the business suit was probably not going to work. Instead, he picked a pair of loose jeans and a rough collared shirt, also in blue. It had the logo for a fake cleaning company on the back, Mr. Fixer's Cleaning Services, complete with a smiling cartoon sponge mascot. He grabbed himself a bowl of cereal, eating it quickly, along with downing a cup of black coffee, reading through the e-mail on his computer. Simple enough job, just one person, though she'd made a bit of a mess. Finishing his breakfast, he just left the bowl and mug in the sink to be washed later. Grabbing a cap that also had the company name and logo on it, he set it atop his head, and headed to the garage. Three large vans sat waiting for him, each a different style. One was blue with the logo, black with a more upper class version of the logo for when he needed to go to higher class places, and one was black with no markings at all. He climbed into the blue one, starting the engine.\n\nHe reached over and hit a few buttons on the laptop on the seat beside him. Instead of a garage door opening in front of him, a large rectangular hole manifested in the air, big enough for the van to fit through. He drove through, ending up in the lower levels of a parking garage. The portal behind him closed almost as soon as he was through it, as if it was never there. His actual workshop was nowhere near where he was going. It was technically in Colorado, but more accurately deep under the Rocky Mountains, with no other way to get inside but the portals. It made for a pretty secure location for him to do his work. The portals all led to different locations in the major cities on the east coast of North America, which was the area he serviced. There were actually a lot of Fixers used by D-Gen, each with their own areas to service, and their own hidden workshops.\n\nHe drove up the ramps and out of the parking garage, which itself was under Venture Tower, the massive building owned by one of the numerous shell companies of Vance Rannek, or as he knew him, Rathkin, the man who owned D-Gen. Ben, as well as all the Fixers, worked directly for Rathkin, not for D-Gen, though most of the time the members were the ones that used their services. But he had gotten jobs outside of the site before, usually cleaning up a mess for the mob. He hit the radio as he drove towards the orphanage, starting a video game podcast. It would take him about an hour to get there, maybe more if traffic was unkind.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nTraffic was unkind. The podcast had finished half an hour before he was finally pulling up on the orphanage. He couldn't help but smile a little as he looked at the building, getting a great sense of nostalgia. When he was 14, he had spent some time there, after his mother had hanged herself. Only a few weeks, before his older half-sister, Jenny, had come to officially adopt him. Though it wasn't out of the kindness of her heart. It was a tax write off. He was the product of rape, so both his mother and his sister hated him. It was why his mother had killed herself. And why his sister had attacked him when she was drunk off her tits, only for him to accidentally stab her in the neck. That was how he met David Fix, his mentor. George had sent him to help clean Jenny's body up. After another misadventure, he had asked to become David's protege. That was all almost ten years ago.\n\nThe building itself was an old high school, sold off once the newer one was built a few miles away. Three stories tall, with an east and west wing, but fairly small for a high school. It was only a quarter of the size of the new one, which could accommodate just shy of three thousand students. The Hart House had an occupancy max of around six hundred. It also lacked much of what most modern high schools had, at least the ones in upscale neighborhoods like this. No running track, no field for football or soccer, no pool for swimming. The old gymnasium was too small for even a full basket ball court. Though what was in there now had been converted into living space for the children. The third floor's classrooms had been heavily renovated to turn them into dormitories, eight beds to a room. Though some of the larger rooms had been turned into single bedrooms for the older kids, or those that needed privacy at night for whatever reason.\n\nBen pulled the van into the back parking lot. He was to meet his contact there. He saw her already waiting for him. As he expected, it was a familiar face, just not the one he was expecting to see. A middle aged rabbit, a bit short, wearing a black business suit with a pencil skirt to match. Her white fur was contrasted by her short, black hair, neatly combed and styled in a serious, professional style. She always liked to give off the air of being a professional first and foremost, though he knew there was a fire in her. One she kept carefully under control, but it was there. She approached the van as he turned it off. \"You must be our Mr. Fixer. Welcome to-\" She stopped abruptly as he stepped out of the van, giving her a friendly smile. Her eyes scanned him up and down, shocked to recognize him. \"Ben!?\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Hello, Moxie. Been a while.\" He held out a hand to her.\n\nShe took his hand, shaking it surprisingly firmly for her stature. \"Yes it has!\" Her eyes again looked him up and down. \"You've... grown.\"\n\n\"I guess I have.\" The last time he was here, he was all of 16. He'd only just officially started to apprentice under David. At that time he was still almost a foot shorter than he was now, and still a scrawny little thing. Now he stood at over six feet, and had bulked up quite a bit. Hardly a body builder, more like a construction worker. Someone who did a lot of lifting for his job. \"And yes, I'm the Mr. Fixer for the area these days.\"\n\nShe gave him a slight smile. \"I'd heard the last one retired some years ago. Never expected to know his replacement.\" She cleared her throat, returning to her serious expression again. \"Well, if you'll grab your tools, I'll show you to where your services are needed.\"\n\nHe was already opening the back of the van to grab a heavy duffel that had most of what he'd need inside. \"Sounds good.\" He closed the van up and followed her as she led inside. Another sense of nostalgia washed over him as he walked down the familiar halls. Moxie led him down the back halls, away from where the children would go. He knew the place well enough to know they were heading to what was used for meeting rooms, where George, the owner, would meet with parents looking to give their children up for adoption. As he followed, Ben had to ask. \"Is... Mina here?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, she's here.\" There was a touch of annoyance to Moxie's voice. \"But not where we're going right now. She's been keeping the kids away from the room since the... incident. I believe she organized a video game tournament to keep them distracted.\"\n\n\"Yeah, good idea. Don't want them seeing this kind of thing.\" They got to the room, and Moxie unlocked the door for him. The moment it was opened, the scent of blood wafted out. Blood and other things. \"Yeah... definitely don't want the kids seeing this.\" He stepped inside after her. The room was not large, about the size of an office. A table usually sat in the middle, but it had been shoved to the side. One chair was pinned against the wall, while another had been knocked over. Laying at the center of the room was a very pregnant young mouse. Very pregnant, and very dead, her head sitting several feet away from the rest of her half-stripped body. Blood had spilled out, pooling under her body. \"I see George still can't help himself.\"\n\nMoxie grunted. \"Indeed. Though this one was not George alone. Zac was also eager for this one.\" Zac was one of George's youngest, one of a set of triplets. Though as he understood it, one of the three, Zig, had been killed many years ago. The two remaining, Zac and Zoe, would be about 13 now. \"I'll step out and let you start cleaning.\"\n\nHe nodded, setting his bag down on the floor. \"Thanks.\" He cleared his throat. \"And, hey, could you have Mina come by if she gets a free minute? I'd like to catch up with her.\"\n\nThe rabbit nodded. \"I'll see what I can do.\" Without any more small talk, she stepped back out, closing the door behind her and locking it. He wasn't worried about being locked in, he could open the lock from the inside. It just needed a key from the outside. It would leave him to work undisturbed.\n\nCrouching down, he opened his bag and pulled out a few things he'd need. First was a rolled up rubber bodybag, which he laid out on the floor away from the blood. Next was a pair of rubber gloves, several industrial cleaning chemicals, and a breathing mask like the type painters use, so he didn't gas himself while cleaning. With all that set aside, he turned his attention to the woman on the floor. A mouse, her fur a light tan with white splotches here and there. She had been wearing a loose blouse in blue, but it and her bra had been ripped or cut open, leaving both her swollen belly and ample chest fully exposed. Her stretchy black pants had been stripped off, wadded up in the corner, along with a pair of beige panties. There was a kind of pad in the panties, a lining to catch anything if she leaked. A common issue for pregnant women so far along, as the infant pressed on their bladder and prevented it from filling fully. Her legs and arms were a little slender, as were her hips. She probably would have had some difficulties with the birthing, maybe even needed a c-section. Not that it mattered now. Cum had drooled out of her pussy, somewhat dried now, along with a little blood. It was also obvious she had pissed herself, her inner thighs damp from it. He saw a pool of urine a few feet away, where more splatters of blood had splashed on the floor. Probably where she had been killed before being fucked and dumped like this.\n\nTurning his attention to her head, he saw her expression. A look of fear and pain frozen on otherwise slack features, pain lingering in her tear-filled blue eyes. She hadn't been willing. The remains of at least one load were soaked into the fur on her chin, and he was sure he'd find more in her mouth or drooling out of the back of her severed neck. Her brown hair was somewhat messy, not particularly styled, even before whatever struggle she had put up before being snuffed. \"Cute girl. Can see why they wanted her.\" She would have been pretty when fully intact, though she didn't look too bad now, either. A bit young, he guessed either late teens or early twenties.\n\nPutting the rubber gloves on first, he slid his hands under her body, he grunted and lifted her up, moving her over to lay in the bodybag. He slid her legs closed, and folded her hands over her round belly. He noticed there was no ring on any of her fingers. Unmarried. He moved her head to sit in the bag with her body next, then pat her belly gently. \"Sorry you won't be joining the world, kiddo. Probably for the best though. It's kinda shit these days. I say you got a lucky break.\" He collected the wadded clothing and stuffed it into the bag with her, zipping it most of the way up, but leaving it open just below her tits. He hadn't noticed until then that they were wet from more than just the blood soaked into her fur. Looking around, he saw a spot near one of the pools of blood that was a more pale white, but too much and too liquidy to be semen. \"Milked, huh? Makes sense, far along as you were.\"\n\nSlipping the mask over his long muzzle, Ben poured some of the chemicals into a bucket, along with water from a jug. He had started carrying his own water with him for these jobs, since there wasn't always a ready source of it nearby. Plus he was able to use filtered water, so there would be even less for forensics to try and trace. The tech had gotten so good these days they could actually trace where elements within tap water were from. Grabbing a sponge, he dunked it in the water and started to scrub. He went after the largest pool of blood first, the one from where she had been left laying on the floor while it leaked out of her neck. It took him quite a bit to clean just that one up, having to really scrub a few parts. Next were the splatters and spray from when she was beheaded. He also made sure to get the walls, some of it having splashed up on one.\n\nThe piss and cum stains were much easier to clean up, but he still spent his time making sure to get the whole area. All told, he was working for a little over two hours. Beheadings always took a bit longer to clean up, with the arterial spray and gushing blood. Though gutting kills were usually the hardest to clean, since there was more than just blood to clean. Bashed skulls could sometimes be difficult, too, as he would have to look for little bone fragments and brain pieces. By the time he was finishing up, the liquid in the bucket had turned a deep, dirty crimson, but the wooden floors practically shined. It was probably the cleanest the room had been in years.\n\nHe pulled out a small bottle from his bag and started to spritz some liquid here and there. Then he got out a blacklight and held it up. Luminol, the same kind of substance CSI would use to find blood. It bonded with the proteins in blood, and glowed blue-green under UV light. People often forgot about that part with the blacklight jokes. Unfortunately, or fortunately for the people he often dealt with, Luminol bonded with near [i]any[/i] protein, not just blood or semen. Eggs, cooking grease, even certain kinds of protein shakes, they could all be used to throw off the trail. Though would might have a hard time coming up for an excuse why such things would be in certain places, like a bedroom. Or a meeting room like this. Which is why he spent a little extra time looking for the otherwise invisible spots.\n\nHe was just finishing up scrubbing the last wall when he heard a knock on the door. \"Are you almost finished in there?\" It was a female's voice, but not Moxie. Though it still sounded familiar.\n\n\"Almost.\" He spoke loud, as his voice was muffled by the mask on his muzzle. \"Though I wouldn't open the door. The room is still filled with a harsh chemical smell. Might make you pretty lightheaded.\"\n\n\"Oh... okay. I'll wait out here then!\" He'd have to finish up quickly. He hoped it was who he thought it was out there, and not one of the caretakers or teachers that volunteered at the orphanage. If it wasn't one of the very few people that knew the Harts' secret, then he'd soon have a second body to clean up. Even with the blood cleaned up, a bodybag was kind of an obvious thing for most people.\n\nHe finished scrubbing the wall and moved back to his equipment. The bucket had a lid that could seal, so he could dump the bloody water once he was safely back in his workshop. That went into the body bag, as did the rubber gloves. He put all the cleaning chemicals back into his bag, though he kept the mask on for now. Stepping over to the door, he unbolted the lock. \"Stand back from the door. You don't want to get a lung full of ammonia.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" He waited a few seconds before opening the door just enough to peak outside and look around. Standing across the hall from the door was a tall rabbit, her fur snowy white, with long, vibrant scarlet hair, and equally red eyes. Even more vibrant was the huge smile spreading on her lips as she saw him. \"Hey, Ben!\"\n\n\"Mina!\" He stepped out, giving her a big hug. \"It's been... hang on.\" He took the mask off, hanging it from a clip on his belt. \"Man, it's been way too long!\"\n\nShe giggled. \"And who's fault is that?\" She was the eldest daughter of the owner, George. Ben and Mina had become close friends during his brief stay, and he'd stayed in touch for a time afterwards, but as his duties as a Fixer started to pick up, he had less and less time to spend chatting with an old friend. Before he knew it, he hadn't talked to her in almost five years. And even before then, they had only been talking via text or online chat. He hadn't seen her since he was here last, and that was nearly ten years ago. \"You look good.\"\n\nShe put her hands on her hips as she looked him up and down. \"You do, too. You really filled in!\"\n\nHe smirked, his eyes briefly glancing down at her ample chest. \"So did you.\" She was four years younger than him, so the last time he saw her in person, she was a bouncy ten year old. Now she was a full grow woman, with a full figure. She wore what he would describe as a business casual short sleeve collared shirt in pastel pink, and a pair of black slacks. She had some athletic tone to her arms, and he suspected the same on the rest of her shapely figure. \"Sorry I kind of fell out of contact. I kind of got busy when I had to take over for Dave.\"\n\nShe smiled. \"How is the old bear, anyway?\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Ah... retired. As in... 'retired' retired. At Sanctus.\" He cleared his throat. \"How about I get everything loaded into the van and I'll tell you outside, when we won't have to worry about small ears accidentally listening in.\"\n\nMina nodded. \"Sounds good. You need any help?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Sure. If you can manage to lift my equipment, you can carry that. I'll carry the, uh... mess. Just hold your breath when you go in there.\" He opened the door, the smell of ammonia immediately wafting out at them. He leaned over to close up the body bag fully, then hefted it up and over his shoulder. He looked to see Mina picking up the duffel with all the cleaning equipment in it, and not seeming to have much trouble with it, despite all the liquid inside. The two stepped out, and she led him through the back halls where the kids were unlikely to be, and eventually back to the parking lot.\n\nOnce they were outside, Mina took several deep breaths. \"Ah, fresh city pollution.\" She chuckled. \"You were not kidding about the smell! Got me a bit dizzy!\"\n\nBen chuckled as he pulled open the back of the van, sliding the body in. \"Told you.\" He took the bag from her and set it down beside the rubber bag, closing the back again. \"So yeah, about Dave. He retired to Sanctus. Apparently he met a really nice guy there, the two had a great time, and Dave quite happily let the guy strangle him.\" He chuckled. \"Honestly surprised me that's how he ended up going. He always said he wanted to go out leaving a huge mess for someone else to clean up for once.\"\n\nMina nodded. \"I'll bet.\" She glanced at the van. \"I'd rather go like the mouse in there.\"\n\nHe quirked an eyebrow. \"Raped and beheaded?\"\n\nShe giggled. \"And maybe pregnant.\" She grinned. \"But just beheaded and well used would be good enough.\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Well, you know enough people on the site and probably here in AF. I'm sure a whole bunch would be more than willing to oblige any or all of that request.\"\n\nShe nodded again, shifting one foot back and forth a little. \"Yeah... but I wouldn't want it to be just anyone doing it, either...\"\n\nBen tilted his head a little. \"Your dad, I'm guessing?\" He knew the Harts all slept with each other quite a bit. They were all quite close with each other like that.\n\n\"Well, yeah, he'd be one I'd love to give my head to...\" She giggled softly as she turned and leaned against the side of the van. \"Though there's someone else I'd have in mind first.\"\n\nHe smiled, leaning against the van beside her. \"Oh? Anyone I know?\"\n\nShe nodded, giggling again. \"Yeah, you could say that.\" She glanced to the side at him, laughing when she saw he was giving her an expectant look.\n\n\"What?\"\n\nShe nudged his arm with an elbow. \"I mean you, silly!\"\n\nHe blinked, taken by surprise by her answer. \"Me!?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah. I always had a crush on you when we were younger. I thought that was obvious.\"\n\nHe nodded slowly. \"Back then? Yeah, it was. But we haven't talked in like five years. I thought you'd have moved on and found yourself a nice boyfriend or girlfriend by now.\"\n\n\"Have you?\"\n\nHe was again taken a bit by surprise by her turning the question on him. \"Ah... no, not really. My workshop is kind of... isolated. And I don't exactly get out much, let alone try to get involved in the whole dating scene.\" He rubbed the back of his head. \"Truth be told, the whole idea of dating has never really appealed to me. I kinda like my quiet little place.\"\n\nShe frowned at him. \"Oh, but you must still get a little lonely in there, right? You don't ever want to have someone to talk to?\"\n\nHe thumped his hand against the side of the van. \"I get people to talk to all the time. They're all [i]very[/i] good listeners.\"\n\n\"Oh, I bet they are.\" She gave him a sly grin. \"Probably very agreeable partners, too, huh?\"\n\nHe shrugged, nodding. \"I've never gotten any complaints.\" Mina giggled softly. The two stayed beside each other for a bit, though Ben noticed she slid close enough to lean her shoulder against his.\n\nMina broke the silence. \"Think I could see your workshop?\"\n\nHe frowned. \"I'm not really supposed to bring outsiders there. There's some... uh... trade secrets involved.\"\n\n\"Oh, c'mon. I already know a lot more than most people, even on D-Gen.\" She nudged his arm again. \"I've even met your boss in person. Have you?\"\n\n\"Rathkin? Yeah, I've talked to him in person a few times.\" He sighed slightly. \"But I'm really still not supposed to show people... Just getting there is kind of a secret.\"\n\n\"Well... what if I never left again?\" She grinned at him. \"Think that would be okay?\"\n\nHe thought about that. \"I guess then it'd be okay... still, dunno if I want to do that already. We only just met up again after all these years.\" He thumped the side of the van. \"Besides, I've already got a nice lady I'm going to need to spend some time with. She'll need some special attention for a while before she'll be ready for a rest.\"\n\n\"I could help!\"\n\n\"Mina...\"\n\nShe turned to him, clasping his hand. \"Please! I really wanna spend more time with you! And I wanna see where you do your thing! I've never watched that part of a fixer's work!\" She smiled at him. \"Besides, I'm sure there's not that many secrets!\"\n\nHe couldn't help but chuckle. \"You'd be surprised.\" He glanced at the orphanage, getting a few memories from back when they were kids, hanging out on the roof and just chatting for hours about whatever random topic came up. Well, she chatted, he mostly just listened. He was a very quiet kid. But he enjoyed letting her go on and on about whatever came to her mind. He did kind of miss that sort of interaction. It was very one sided with the people he spent time with these days, being that they were all dead. Even with the clients, they were usually intimidated by him and stayed out of his way. Glancing back at Mina, he saw the pleading look in her big, bright red eyes. He let out a heavy sigh. \"Fine.\"\n\nShe let out a happy squeal of excitement, bouncing a little on her toes as she gripped his hand. \"YEAH!\"\n\nHe held his hand up. \"But you have to promise that you won't tell a soul about what you see!\"\n\nShe nodded quickly. \"I won't!\"\n\nHe leaned close, giving her a deadly serious look. \"I mean it, Mina. You can't tell [i]anyone[/i] about what you see! Not your father! Not your little sister or brother! No one!\"\n\nShe stood up straighter, putting a hand on her chest. \"I swear on my life I won't say a word to anyone.\" She thought a moment. \"Well, maybe I should swear on my father's life?\"\n\nBen shook his head. \"Good enough.\" He turned and hit a button on his keys to unlock the van. \"Alright. You need to tell anyone you're leaving?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"Nope!\" She hurried around to the other side, climbing into the passenger's seat beside him. \"I already told Daddy that I'll be hanging out with you for a bit, and that I might not be coming back...\" She cleared her throat. \"Maybe ever...?\"\n\nHe smirked. \"We'll see.\" He started the van and pulled out, heading onto the road, and soon the highway.\n\n\"So, where are we actually going? Like, where is your workshop?\"\n\nHe smiled. \"You'll see. Right now, we're going downtown.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Okay. Gonna be quite a bit of traffic at this time of day.\"\n\n\"Always is.\" He hit the radio, which started to play some classic rock music.\n\nMina perked up. \"Oh, I love this song!\" She started to sing along to it. While it was obvious she wasn't a professional singer, she was doing a pretty good job of matching pitch. She didn't sound bad. \"C'mon, join in!\" He chuckled and started to sing with her, doing a much poorer job. At first, he just kind of spoke the words. Three songs later, he was belting out the tune right beside her, a big smile on his face, and hers. When they pulled off the highway to head into the heart of downtown Alta Ferro, Mina looked a little nervous as they passed two cop cars. She glanced at Ben, who didn't seem even slightly phased. \"Aren't you a little nervous?\"\n\n\"Hmm? About what? Bringing you to my shop? A little.\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No, I mean about driving around with a dead body in the back of your van. What if a cop pulls you over to search the van?\"\n\n\"Then I'll either have two bodies to clean up, or I'll [i]be[/i] a body to clean up.\" He shrugged. \"You get used to it. As long as you act like you're supposed to be wherever you are, most people don't question you. Even when you look like a freak.\"\n\nShe frowned. \"You're not a freak.\"\n\n\"I appreciate that, but I kind of am.\" He shrugged. \"Don't worry. I'm not so hung up on it like I used to be. Kinda like being different now. Means I'm special.\"\n\n\"Yeah... just like I always told you!\"\n\nHe smiled. \"Just like you always told me.\"\n\nAs he turned down the streets, it became a little more obvious where they were heading. \"Are we going to Venture?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Kinda.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Guess that makes sense. Your workshop being under the big building owned by Rathkin.\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"It's not exactly under the tower.\"\n\nShe blinked. \"Wait, is it actually IN the tower!?\"\n\nHe laughed. \"Not exactly. You'll see.\" He pulled into the parking garage and started heading down the ramps to the lowest levels.\n\nShe thought. \"So, got like a secret entrance down here? To a tunnel that leads to it?\"\n\n\"Sort of. Just wait, you'll see.\" He flipped open his laptop, which sat between the two seats, and hit a few buttons on it. \"Here we go.\" They got to the lowest level, and he turned to the back corner.\n\n\"Ben, that's a wall.\" He didn't respond. He also didn't slow down. \"Ben!? Ben that's a wall!\" She looked at him, and saw a wide grin. Was he going to kill them both by ramming into the wall? \"Ben!?\" She braced herself for the impact, only for her eyes to go wide when a shimmering hole opened in the air right in front of the concrete. \"W-wha...!?\" She turned to look at the edge of the hole as they passed right through. It was like a knife edge of reality, one side the parking garage, the other a large room with two more vans sitting inside. The moment the van was through, the hole closed again, leaving a solid wall behind.\n\nBen slowed and turned the van, backing it into the spot beside the other two. \"Alright.\" He smiled. \"And here we are.\"\n\nShe looked at him, still confused as to what she just witnessed. \"What... the hells was that?\"\n\nHe smiled at her, cutting the engine and pushing the door open. \"The first secret.\" He pat her arm, sliding out and heading around to the back. \"C'mon. Let's get our pretty friend into the guest room and I can show you around a little.\" Mina just nodded, sliding out of the van and followed. He pushed a door open, leading into a small hallway with clashing designs. One side was clinical, leading to a large room that made her think it was a cross between a morgue, butcher's shop, and mad scientists lab. Cold, blank walls, several metal tables, and rows of large metal vats, like the kind alcohol was brewed in. He set the body bag down on the table, patting the woman inside. \"She can wait here for a bit.\"\n\nHe stepped back out, heading to the other side of the hall. This side looked like a traditional suburban home. A small living room with one overstuffed chair, a massive TV on the wall, a dozen game consoles and numerous games beside them. A small kitchen was off to one side, with a few pots and pans hanging on the wall. Ben held out his arms. \"Well, this is my home. Sorry there isn't much seating. I don't exactly get many living guests.\" He pointed to the obvious kitchen. \"That's the kitchen.\" He pointed to another door. \"Bedroom's back there. Bathroom is in that. Shower's a bit small, but I have a big garden tub for when I really just want to soak.\" He pointed to the door back to the hallway. \"And over there is the workshop itself. I'll show you that later.\"\n\nShe nodded slowly, still looking around. There was a soft, dark grey, almost black carpet underfoot. It ended abruptly at the doorway to the hall, cold tile beyond that point. The single chair was a soft brown. She turned to see the impressive collection of games. \"I see you're still a nerd.\"\n\nHe smiled. \"Guilty as charged. I've also got a pretty impressive collection of Professor Whoot DVDs. Old and new show. And the complete collection of all the Space Trip shows... well, most. Wasn't a fan of that Discoverer one.\"\n\nShe laughed, holding up a hand. \"Okay, you don't need to nerd flex [i]that[/i] hard!\"\n\nHe pointed at her. \"Hey, you were the one that used to go on and on about how hot the captain was in The Next Journey!\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"Yeah... okay. He was pretty sexy.\" She still thought so. \"So is this what you do? Just play games, watch sci-fi, and clean dead bodies?\"\n\n\"Yeah, pretty much.\" He flicked a switch on the wall, and it opened a door she hadn't even seen was there. \"I also work out.\" Inside was another clash of styles. A personal gym, with a dozen different workout machines.\n\nShe laughed, stepping inside. \"Secret doors? Kinda like a spy house.\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Kinda. There's also a pool, and a hot tub.\"\n\nMina giggled. \"And here I am without my bathing suit.\"\n\n\"Eh, you could always swim naked. I usually do.\"\n\nShe quirked an eyebrow. \"Oh, now we'll [i]have[/i] to go for a swim later.\" She stepped back into the living room, the door closing behind her. \"So... where exactly are we? And what was that hole we passed through? Kinda looked like a portal.\"\n\n\"Because it was a portal.\" She gave him a dubious look. \"I'm being serious. This is why you can't tell people about this place. As for where we are...\" He pointed up. \"Denver is about 3 miles that way.\"\n\nShe blinked at him. \"Denver? Colorado!? There's no way we got from New York to Colorado in less than a minute!\" Then she paused. \"Wait, did you say three miles? I thought it was only one mile up.\" He nodded. \"Are... you saying we not only went half-way across the continent, but we're also miles under the mountains?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Pretty much.\"\n\nShe shook her head, laughing. \"Okay. How?\"\n\n\"Easy.\" He smiled, patting her shoulder. \"Magic is real.\"\n\n\"Magic.\" She wasn't sure she believed him. \"Like, hocuspocus, abra kedabra, lightning from your fingers magic?\"\n\n\"Not quite so simple as that, but in essence yes. The portal you saw was just that. My garage is an anchor point, and using my laptop, I can open to locations all across the eastern coast of North America. From Florida up to Quebec. It's how I can get around to my jobs so fast. Other Fixers have their own similar gateways to get around. My area is actually one of the smallest, since I cover Alta. As you might imagine, I'm plenty busy enough just from there.\"\n\n\"And are their workshops under the Rockies, too?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"No clue. I've never met them. Fixers don't usually cross paths with each other, unless we're cleaning one up.\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"And you're all wizards?\"\n\n\"I'm not a wizard. I can't use magic. I just use magic that was already set up for me.\" He smiled. \"I know, it sounds crazy. It took me days to come to terms with it when Dave first brought me here.\"\n\n\"Dave lived here?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yeah. Though it looked a lot different then. It was very... 60's retro. Shag carpet, swoopy rainbows on the walls, lime green kitchen, the whole deal. I lived here with him while I trained. My old room is where the gym is now. Though it wasn't as big as it is now. I had it expanded a little.\"\n\nShe laughed. \"Well, this is all.. a lot!\"\n\n\"Yeah. It can be at first.\" He pat her shoulder again. \"But don't worry about it. How about we go do something a little more grounded and deal with our dead guest in the workshop?\"\n\nShe nodded at him. \"Yeah, sounds good. I'm curious just what you do with the bodies you bring in.\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Disposal is usually the same process, but before then...\" He shrugged. \"Depends on the body.\" He led back to the workshop. \"Disposal means I chop the bodies up, remove the arms and legs, and head if it's still attached, remove the guts, then dump everything into one of the vats.\" He pointed to one of the metal vats. \"Those get filled with a powerful acid that dissolves the body over the course of a few days. Once that's done, a neutralizing agent is poured in, and turns the whole mess into a kind of jelly. Then the whole thing is sent off to be dumped. Don't know about the other Fixers, but my stuff gets sent to a rig off the coast of Australia. Stuff gets dumped into the ocean. It's non-toxic after the neutralizing agent. Apparently really good for algae and coral growth.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"You mentioned that what happens depends on the body?\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah. That's what happens to all of them. But for certain types...\" He unzipped the bodybag, exposing the dead mouse's chest and belly. \"Like our young friend here. Well, they usually get some special attention from me.\" He grinned at Mina.\n\n\"Oh~ So the job does have some perks after all.\" She giggled softly. \"Just pretty women, or do you like to give special attention to guys, too?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"Not normally. Mostly women.\"\n\nShe giggled. \"What about kids? I bet you get to see all kinds of cute little boys and girls coming through!\" She bounced a little on her toes.\n\nHe sighed a little. \"Yeah. I do get quite a few kids. But... they're not really my type.\" She frowned a little at him. \"Hey, I'm not judging.\" He knew she loved to play with little boys. She had more than enough videos up on D-Gen doing that, after all. \"Just not my thing.\"\n\nShe huffed. \"Well, that's a real shame. You should at least give the little girls a nice final fuck!\"\n\nHe laughed. \"That's not normally an issue. Most people gave them a pretty good couple of fucks before they called for me to come clean it all up.\"\n\nMina giggled softly. \"I guess that's true. A lotta dads giving in on those urges they've had for years can't hold it in anymore.\" She looked down at the dead woman on the table, reaching out and placing a hand on one of her big tits and giving it as squeeze. \"So. You gonna fuck her?\"\n\nHe tilted his head. \"Why? Did you want a go instead?\"\n\nShe smiled at him. \"Mmm, I already had my fun with her. I'd rather help you give her one last load.\" She looks him up and down again. \"But if you're too embarrassed to fuck her while I'm here, I'm sure I can find something to entertain myself with.\" She gave the boob another hard squeeze. \"Oh, her name was Irene. Got herself knocked up at a college party, but her parents cut her off and disowned her after they found out. So she was hoping to donate the kid to the orphanage and get some grant money to get back on her feet.\"\n\n\"And instead she lost her head to a bunch of horny rabbits. Poor girl.\" He didn't actually have much sympathy for any of the dead bodies that came through. Not that he was heartless, but there was not much he could do for them now. And if he felt for every person that ended up in his workshop, he'd probably eat a bullet by the end of the month. By the time they ended up in his care, they were no longer people, just cooling slabs of meat with appealing features. \"Well, she should have been more careful, I guess.\" He pointed. \"Lift her shoulders up for me.\" Mina nodded, lifting the girl's shoulders up. He grabbed the bodybag and started pulling it out from under her. He pulled the head out and set it down on the table beside her, as well as the bucket of bloody water, then tossed the rubber bag to the side to be cleaned up later.\n\nMina stepped around to the side. \"So... do you cut things off first?\"\n\n\"Sometimes.\" He took a step back and started to pull his shirt off, revealing the muscular chest barely hiding under it. \"Why? You want to help de-limb her?\"\n\nHer eyes stared at the muscles on him. \"Uh...\" She blushed, smiling at him. \"N-no! I'll let the professional handle that!\" She took a step back away from him.\n\nHe smiled at her. \"As you wish.\" He started to unbuckle his pants. \"But you should either get one of the rubber aprons on, or get your clothes off if you don't want them covered in blood and whatever else comes spraying out of her. Even with the heart stopped, bodies can sometimes squirt some things when you start cutting.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Okay.\" She saw one of the aprons he mentioned, but decided that she'd rather just get naked. She started to unbutton her shirt, pulling it off, exposing her own toned belly. She also exposed her tits, as she never bothered with a bra. Ben smiled as he saw she had little red dots along her chest, almost like freckles. He dropped his pants, and tugged his briefs with them, letting his cock stand free. It was already mostly hard. He didn't even need to look to know Mina was staring at him. He didn't mind at all. His shaft was rising to an above average eight inches, and he had a pretty hefty set of balls hanging between her legs. He did still look over as Mina dropped her own pants, and was not surprised that she'd also pulled the panties down with them. With how damp her slit was already, he was surprised she hadn't soaked through even her trousers. He also noted she had those same freckle-like dots on her thighs.\n\nHe smiled at her. \"Still beautiful.\"\n\nShe blushed. \"Me, or the dead girl?\"\n\n\"Both.\" He chuckled, turning to the mouse. \"Alright, Irene. Let's get these limbs off of you. You don't need them anymore.\" He picked up a kind of hacksaw from a nearby table. The teeth on the thin blade were very sharp, made specifically for cutting through bone. He pressed it against the dead woman's thigh, near her hip, and started to cut. It immediately bit into the flesh, splitting it and sinking deep. Some blood started to ooze out around the blade, but only what was still in the leg, so it didn't squirt. He hit her femur and started to work hard to cut through it. The saw did its thing, and after a few seconds, he was through. Another few movements, and he was all the way through the leg, separating it fully. He picked it up and set it down on the table where her head sat, letting it ooze the blood remaining inside onto the metal. He turned and started to work on her other leg, soon cutting through it the same way and setting it beside its pair.\n\nHe glanced over at Mina as he moved to work on the mouse's arms. The rabbit was leaning against the metal counters, not doing anything to hide her arousal as she watched. One hand was between her legs, working at her sodden slit, while her other was rubbing one of her bouncy tits. \"Enjoying the show so far?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes.\" She took a deep breath. \"Just imagining it's me on the table, having my legs and arms cut off...\"\n\nBen smirked as he started to cut into Irene's arm just below her shoulder. \"Head still attached? Or would you want that to go first?\" He finished cutting through quicker, the humorous not as thick as the femur.\n\n\"Hrmm... dunno. Both are pretty sexy options. Just a torso and a head, feeling you fucking me before taking my head. But I dunno if I'd be able to stand the pain of de-limbing first...\"\n\nHe nodded as he moved to the other arm and started to cut. \"I've never done this to someone who was still alive, but I imagine it's probably pretty damned painful.\" He got through and picked the arm up, moving it with the other limbs and her head. \"When I get them more intact, I'll usually take the head off first, let them watch as I destroy what's left of them.\" He set the saw down with the limbs, as it was bloody and needed cleaning now. He moved back around and gently pat the mouse's pregnant belly. \"This will have to come out, too.\" His cock twitched a little. \"But I think our audience would like a little fun first.\"\n\nMina giggled softly. \"I'm okay watching however you wanna do it.\"\n\nBen smirked, stepping closer to the table. It was just low enough that he could rest his cock against the surface. Gripping the limbless, headless mouse by the hips, he pulled her close to the edge, enough that her tail hung off. He'd remove that later, too. For now, he rubbed his tip against her slit, then pushed forward. Her lips parted for him as he entered her cool tunnel. He moaned as he slid deeper, not caring that it was already well used, or loose, her muscles totally slack around him. He pushed forward until his hips met hers, slapping against her. He started to drag her back and forth on the table as he began thrusting, making her heavy tits bounce and shake. Her big belly also wobbled a little, but it was far more firm than someone chubby would be.\n\nBeside him, he heard Mina moaning and gasping. She plunged her fingers into herself over and over, her other hand working on her swollen clit. There was not a hint of shame as she touched herself to him fucking the corpse. He also didn't hide anything, moaning for her to hear as his pace picked up. \"She's tighter than a lot of the dead sluts I get. Some of them are... ngh... totally ruined by the time I get them.\" He slightly lifted Irene's hips as he started to fuck her harder. \"Usually have to fuck their ass or necks to get anything out of it.\"\n\nThe bunny beside him moaned at the thought of him balls deep in her own severed neck, her head sitting beside and watching. She felt her legs start to tremble. \"That's so hot!\" She moaned louder, crying out a little. Her juices were drooling down her legs freely, her hand making wet noises as she furiously pumped several fingers into herself, joining the slaps of Ben's hips striking the mouse's. \"Would... you fuck my neck?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"I'd fuck every part of you. Your drooling cunt, your ass, your neck, both sides, and your mouth.\" He let out a moan as he also started thinking about it. \"Good thing this slut won't get jealous.\" He chuckled slightly as he looked back down at her. \"But don't worry. I've got a load just for you, too!\"\n\nMina let out a louder moan. \"Do it! Fill her dead cunt up! Let that little thing inside her belly taste it!\"\n\nHe let out a breathless laugh. \"The little thing in her belly is also dead by now. It can't taste anything.\"\n\nShe let out a louder cry. \"Oh fuck yes!\" She had to grip the counter behind her as she let out a loud cry of pleasure, unable to hold back, the thought of the dead infant setting her off fully. Juices gushed down her shaking legs as she came, splashing down onto the floor and soaking the fur at her inner thighs.\n\nBen smiled, his cock twitching to the site. He almost never got to see a girl cumming in person anymore, so it was a nice treat. He panted as he humped into the torso in front of him. \"My turn!\" He started to thrust harder, dragging her back against him to really pound as deep as he could.\n\nHe suddenly felt a warm body press against him, soft breasts squashed onto his back, and a pair of arms sliding around his middle. \"Let me help.\" Mina reached around to grab the hips of the dead mouse, pulling her back against him. \"Fill this cute thing's pussy!\"\n\nHe moaned louder. \"As you wish!\" Looking down at what was left of the mouse, he groaned out. \"Here you go, little mom. Nice load for you!\" He grunted, then let out a cry of his own as he plunged deep inside of her, blasting his seed as deep as he could, filling her cold, loose tunnel with his hot jizz. Some started to leak out around his cock as he gave a few short, hard thrusts. Mina pulled the girl back against him, her head resting beside his shoulder to watch. Ben moved his hands to hold onto Mina's, his hips still giving little thrusts.\n\nShe giggled softly. \"Such a nice, big load. All for her.\"\n\nHe laughed breathlessly. \"Well, maybe not [i]all[/i] for her. Having such a lovely audience today may have pushed me a bit farther...\" He pulled himself out of the dead pussy, resting his messy cock against what was left of her leg. His cum slowly drooled out of the well used hole.\n\nMina moved one of her hands to gently stroke Ben's cock, helping him to work out the last few gobs of spunk. \"Do you normally only fill your guests once, or do you give them a few?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Depends on my mood and how sexy they are.\" He leaned just slightly back against the warm body behind him. \"If this was a lovely, headless bunny on my table, I'd definitely make sure to give her as much as I could.\"\n\nMina giggled again. She ran a finger against the tip of Ben's cock, getting a shuddering moan from him as she wiped some of the cum off. She then brought it up to her lips, licking it clean. \"Mm. Something to look forward to?\"\n\n\"Maybe.\" He turned slightly, giving the rabbit beside him a gentle nuzzle. \"But I think it's time I take this girl's inside out and get her in a vat. She's been fun, but now she needs to be disappeared.\"\n\nMina took a step back, though she still ran a hand along his muscular back for a moment. \"Okay.\" Stepping to the side of the table, she smiled at him. \"Anything I can do to help?\"\n\n\"Sure.\" He pointed at something that looked like a big, yellow, plastic wheelbarrow, but slightly deeper. \"Bring that over here and leave it beside the table. You could dump her limbs into it for me, too. All of her will go in there eventually.\" He turned, then stopped. \"Oh, but leave her head for now. I like to let them watch.\" She giggled and nodded. When she got the big bin one wheels, she saw there were faint red splotches here and there on the inside, bloodstains that couldn't get fully washed out, no matter how much it got scrubbed and sanitized.\n\nWhen she got it back to the table, Ben had grabbed another tool, a scalpel. She quickly loaded the arms and legs into the bin while she watched him. He held up the scalpel. \"Nice and sharp. Made of some kind of super alloy, so it takes a super long time to dull. Saw is, too.\" He pressed the short blade down against the mouse, cutting a long line across her collarbone, then another under her large belly across her hips. He connected them with a long line, between her breasts, over the belly, right down the navel, and finally to the line at her hip. Setting the scalpel down, he gripped one side of the woman and pealed the flesh back, opening it like a macabre door. He did the same to the other side, exposing her ribs, organs, and the large, fleshy sack that was her swollen uterus.\n\nMina gently poked at the sack. \"It's a lot more firm than I thought it would be.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"It's filled with amniotic fluid, and the child of course. Normally I'd tie it off and remove the whole thing, since it can make a bit of a mess, but I'm sure you want to see what's inside.\" She nodded quickly. \"Alright.\" He picked up the scalpel again and gently pressed it against the sac. Almost immediately a yellowish liquid started to flow out, quickly getting more pinkish as it mixed some of the blood. The sac immediately started to deflate as the fluid leaked out, but he worked quickly to open a long incision. Setting the blade down, he reached in and lifted the unborn child out. It was still curled up and had no fur, but clearly a tiny mouse pup. He cut the umbilical cord, and turned it a little. \"A boy. Almost fully done baking, too. Probably would have come out in only a few weeks on his own.\" He held it out to Mina. \"Here, you want to hold him?\"\n\nShe nodded, taking the dead infant, not minding how messy her hands were getting. She'd gotten more bloody than that in the past. \"He's kind of cute. She never said if she had a name for him.\"\n\n\"Probably for the best.\" He looked back down at the open torso. \"Her hips were kind of small. Pelvis had tilted awkwardly. It was probably a hard pregnancy even to this point. I don't think she would have been able to deliver normally. There's a chance either of them might not have survived the process, even with a c-section.\" He nodded to the bin. \"Go ahead and set the little guy down in the bin. The rest of his mommy will be joining him in a moment.\" She nodded to him, though still gently poked the little guy's nose once he was set atop the limbs. She then stepped back as Ben started to extract all of the girl's internal organs with practiced ease and precision. The uterus was fully removed, then the loops of her intestines, all dumped into the bin. Next was her other organs, liver, kidneys, other things she didn't recognize immediately.\n\nShe flinched when Ben suddenly slammed a fist down against the woman's ribcage, shattering several of them. \"Whoa!\"\n\nHe chuckled, tossing bits of bone fragments into the bin. \"I used to use a cutter to remove the bones, but honestly, that's just easier.\" He snapped a few more of the ribs to get them out of the way, tossing them all with the rest. He then finished removing her stomach, then lungs, and finally her heart. He held that up. \"Shall I gift you a heart, my dear?\"\n\nMina laughed. \"I'd rather give you mine.\" She still took the organ and examined it for a bit. It was both lighter and heavier than she had expected. She set it into the bin, and looked back at the hollowed out torso. She could see the back side of the woman's spine now. \"Wow. I've never seen someone empty like that. Not in person. There's a few videos on D-Gen of people doing that.\" She looked at him. \"You ever see Sarah and Gabby's show?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yeah. I even tried a few of their recipes, but I'm afraid cooking is not one of my skills.\" He smirked. \"I can make a mean sandwich, though.\"\n\nShe smiled. \"I'm pretty good at it.\" She looked at all the bloody parts sitting in the bin in front of her. \"Guess you don't ever keep things to cook and eat, then?\"\n\n\"Not really, no.\" He lifted the woman's torso, setting it on top of the pile of gore. \"There you go.\" He finally picked the woman's head up, setting it with the rest of her. \"And now we dump her into a vat and let the acid do its magic.\" He held up a hand. \"Not actual magic this time. I've asked about that, but this is apparently more efficient. And less risk involved.\" He shrugged as he moved over to a sink to start washing the blood off of his hands and forearms. \"I don't pretend to know how it all works, I just believe the people that tell me these things. I've seen enough to know not to question them.\"\n\nShe joined him at the sink, though she did not have as much blood on her hands to wash off. \"So what kinds of magic have you seen?\"\n\n\"Other than the portals? I've seen a few fair bits of things. Restructuring my little workshop is done via magic. Someone just comes and reshapes rooms for me. A lot easier than excavating out the rock around the place.\" He started to dry his hands off. \"You may have noticed that it's not super hot in here, too. That it doesn't feel like we're under miles and millions of tons of rock and dirt?\" She nodded. \"That's part of it, too. Again, no clue how it works, but I'm not complaining.\"\n\n\"Are you worried it might all collapse down on you someday?\"\n\n\"Nope! I've lived here for over 10 years, and Dave lived her for almost 30 before that. I've never so much as felt an earthquake or tremble around me.\" He moved over to the vats, grabbing a small ramp on wheels and shifting it over to one of the open containers. The top of the shallow ramp lined up perfectly with the top of the container. \"Alright. Now to get her in here. You want to do the honors?\"\n\nShe looked at the container. \"Do I have to be careful not to get splashed?\"\n\nBen laughed. \"Oh, there's nothing in it right now. It'll fill once it's closed. But do try not to fall in with her. I can get you out, but you'll be covered in gore.\"\n\nShe giggled, gripping the bin and pushing it. \"Noted.\" It was much heavier now that there was a whole body inside of it, but she still got it up the ramp. \"Just... tilt it?\" He nodded, and she tilted the bin. All the parts slid out, dumping into the container with thuds and wet splats. She shook the bin a little to make sure everything was out of it, then came back down the ramp. \"All done. Where should I put this.\"\n\nHe pointed to a spot. \"Over there. I'll send it through the washer in a bit. It'll clean it all out.\" He stepped back over to the vat and hit a button at the base. The lid above hinged closed, letting out a hiss as it sealed itself. A moment later, the sound of liquid filling the thing sounded, gurgling and sloshing about as it filled. \"There. Now she just has to cook for a while. It'll take more than a day for her to fully dissolve, so that's about all I can show for now.\"\n\nMina looked around. \"So... what now?\" She glanced at the tables, still covered in the mouse's blood. \"Is... it my turn to end up on one of those?\"\n\nHe smiled at her. \"Not today.\" Moving a little closer, he put an arm around her middle. \"I'd rather spend some more time with you. You know, to catch up.\"\n\nShe giggled as she felt his cock poking at her leg a little. \"We do have a lot of catching up to do, don't we?\" She leaned up and kissed his nose. \"Though I do hope you'll still be the one to do it.\"\n\nHe nodded, his hand reaching up to gently caress against her throat. \"Maybe someday...\" His other hand moved to rest on her belly. \"But you said you wanted to be nice and swollen with a kid in you. So I think we should work on that first.\"\n\nShe let out a soft laugh, resting her hand on his. \"Such a sweet talker. I'm ready to start on that whenever you are.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Well, I never did show you my bedroom on the tour. Let's go see that now.\" The two old friends let out a laugh together as he led her out of the workshop.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
A Day in the Life of Mr. Fixer
By XP Author


The phone started to play a jingle from a popular Nendo video game. The owner made a groan, rolling over in his bed to pick it up and hit the button to answer it. "Hello?" He failed to keep his voice from sounding tired.

A female voice spoke on the other end. "Hey, Ben. Did I wake you?"

The rat/panda hybrid made a grunt, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah, but I should be getting up anyway." He let out a yawn as he sat up. "What can I do for ya, Iaisa? Got a job for me?"

"Yup!" He could tell the white tigress on the other end was smiling by the tone of her voice. "Got a call for a cleanup in uptown Alta."

He sniffed, clearing his throat a little. "One of yours?"

She laughed. "Not this time. An old friend of yours, actually. George Hart, from the Hart House orphanage."

That perked him up a little, his large, rat-like ears standing up straighter. "Oh?" He expression fell a moment later. "Wait, is he having me clean one of the kids? I thought he used Janus to add them to his collection." He didn't like to clean up kids, even though he found himself doing it often.

"Nah. A parent this time. I've sent the details to your computer."

"Alright. I'll have a look at it and head out once I've had a shower and a quick bite to eat. Should be on the move by the end of the hour."

Iaisa chuckled. "That's in 4 minutes, Ben."

He looked at the phone, seeing it was 10:56 where he was. "Oh. You get what I mean."

"Yeah, I do. Have fun. I'm sure your old friends at the orphanage will be happy to see you again." There was a teasing tone to her voice. As usual, she let on she knew way more than she should. To be expected for one of the top people at D-Gen. Or maybe it was because she was a centuries old spirit. Though the super-computer true-AI she was friends with might also have something to do with it.

"Yeah. Thanks. Talk to you later." With that, he hung up and set the phone down. He let out another yawn, stretching his arms up above his head. Pushing out of the bed, he scratched his bare ass. He always slept naked. It's not like he had to worry about anyone suddenly coming over. The only people that even could probably wouldn't mind the view. He used to be very self-conscious about his looks when he was younger. Being an uncommon hybrid, a rat and a panda, gave him an odd mix of both features. He was more slender like a rat, but boasted the muscles a panda could form, just not the solid fat that often covered them. He had mostly traditional panda markings, white belly, black back, white face with black markings, especially around his eyes, but his head was more like a rodent's. He didn't have a rat tail, just a little tuft of fur, but he did have a rat's longer fingers and toes, even if they were more rounded at the end. Even his ears were longer, but rounded. It all made for a unique look, and he stood out no matter where he went. He almost always got stares from people. It was why he preferred to be alone as often as he could. He really only ever left his workshop for a job. He didn't even need to go shopping for anything, just place an order online, and it was delivered to him, left in the garage by one of the few beings that knew how to get there.

After having himself a quick shower, he picked out one of his standard outfits to wear. He was going to be cleaning up at an orphanage, so the business suit was probably not going to work. Instead, he picked a pair of loose jeans and a rough collared shirt, also in blue. It had the logo for a fake cleaning company on the back, Mr. Fixer's Cleaning Services, complete with a smiling cartoon sponge mascot. He grabbed himself a bowl of cereal, eating it quickly, along with downing a cup of black coffee, reading through the e-mail on his computer. Simple enough job, just one person, though she'd made a bit of a mess. Finishing his breakfast, he just left the bowl and mug in the sink to be washed later. Grabbing a cap that also had the company name and logo on it, he set it atop his head, and headed to the garage. Three large vans sat waiting for him, each a different style. One was blue with the logo, black with a more upper class version of the logo for when he needed to go to higher class places, and one was black with no markings at all. He climbed into the blue one, starting the engine.

He reached over and hit a few buttons on the laptop on the seat beside him. Instead of a garage door opening in front of him, a large rectangular hole manifested in the air, big enough for the van to fit through. He drove through, ending up in the lower levels of a parking garage. The portal behind him closed almost as soon as he was through it, as if it was never there. His actual workshop was nowhere near where he was going. It was technically in Colorado, but more accurately deep under the Rocky Mountains, with no other way to get inside but the portals. It made for a pretty secure location for him to do his work. The portals all led to different locations in the major cities on the east coast of North America, which was the area he serviced. There were actually a lot of Fixers used by D-Gen, each with their own areas to service, and their own hidden workshops.

He drove up the ramps and out of the parking garage, which itself was under Venture Tower, the massive building owned by one of the numerous shell companies of Vance Rannek, or as he knew him, Rathkin, the man who owned D-Gen. Ben, as well as all the Fixers, worked directly for Rathkin, not for D-Gen, though most of the time the members were the ones that used their services. But he had gotten jobs outside of the site before, usually cleaning up a mess for the mob. He hit the radio as he drove towards the orphanage, starting a video game podcast. It would take him about an hour to get there, maybe more if traffic was unkind.

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Traffic was unkind. The podcast had finished half an hour before he was finally pulling up on the orphanage. He couldn't help but smile a little as he looked at the building, getting a great sense of nostalgia. When he was 14, he had spent some time there, after his mother had hanged herself. Only a few weeks, before his older half-sister, Jenny, had come to officially adopt him. Though it wasn't out of the kindness of her heart. It was a tax write off. He was the product of rape, so both his mother and his sister hated him. It was why his mother had killed herself. And why his sister had attacked him when she was drunk off her tits, only for him to accidentally stab her in the neck. That was how he met David Fix, his mentor. George had sent him to help clean Jenny's body up. After another misadventure, he had asked to become David's protege. That was all almost ten years ago.

The building itself was an old high school, sold off once the newer one was built a few miles away. Three stories tall, with an east and west wing, but fairly small for a high school. It was only a quarter of the size of the new one, which could accommodate just shy of three thousand students. The Hart House had an occupancy max of around six hundred. It also lacked much of what most modern high schools had, at least the ones in upscale neighborhoods like this. No running track, no field for football or soccer, no pool for swimming. The old gymnasium was too small for even a full basket ball court. Though what was in there now had been converted into living space for the children. The third floor's classrooms had been heavily renovated to turn them into dormitories, eight beds to a room. Though some of the larger rooms had been turned into single bedrooms for the older kids, or those that needed privacy at night for whatever reason.

Ben pulled the van into the back parking lot. He was to meet his contact there. He saw her already waiting for him. As he expected, it was a familiar face, just not the one he was expecting to see. A middle aged rabbit, a bit short, wearing a black business suit with a pencil skirt to match. Her white fur was contrasted by her short, black hair, neatly combed and styled in a serious, professional style. She always liked to give off the air of being a professional first and foremost, though he knew there was a fire in her. One she kept carefully under control, but it was there. She approached the van as he turned it off. "You must be our Mr. Fixer. Welcome to-" She stopped abruptly as he stepped out of the van, giving her a friendly smile. Her eyes scanned him up and down, shocked to recognize him. "Ben!?"

He chuckled. "Hello, Moxie. Been a while." He held out a hand to her.

She took his hand, shaking it surprisingly firmly for her stature. "Yes it has!" Her eyes again looked him up and down. "You've... grown."

"I guess I have." The last time he was here, he was all of 16. He'd only just officially started to apprentice under David. At that time he was still almost a foot shorter than he was now, and still a scrawny little thing. Now he stood at over six feet, and had bulked up quite a bit. Hardly a body builder, more like a construction worker. Someone who did a lot of lifting for his job. "And yes, I'm the Mr. Fixer for the area these days."

She gave him a slight smile. "I'd heard the last one retired some years ago. Never expected to know his replacement." She cleared her throat, returning to her serious expression again. "Well, if you'll grab your tools, I'll show you to where your services are needed."

He was already opening the back of the van to grab a heavy duffel that had most of what he'd need inside. "Sounds good." He closed the van up and followed her as she led inside. Another sense of nostalgia washed over him as he walked down the familiar halls. Moxie led him down the back halls, away from where the children would go. He knew the place well enough to know they were heading to what was used for meeting rooms, where George, the owner, would meet with parents looking to give their children up for adoption. As he followed, Ben had to ask. "Is... Mina here?"

"Oh yes, she's here." There was a touch of annoyance to Moxie's voice. "But not where we're going right now. She's been keeping the kids away from the room since the... incident. I believe she organized a video game tournament to keep them distracted."

"Yeah, good idea. Don't want them seeing this kind of thing." They got to the room, and Moxie unlocked the door for him. The moment it was opened, the scent of blood wafted out. Blood and other things. "Yeah... definitely don't want the kids seeing this." He stepped inside after her. The room was not large, about the size of an office. A table usually sat in the middle, but it had been shoved to the side. One chair was pinned against the wall, while another had been knocked over. Laying at the center of the room was a very pregnant young mouse. Very pregnant, and very dead, her head sitting several feet away from the rest of her half-stripped body. Blood had spilled out, pooling under her body. "I see George still can't help himself."

Moxie grunted. "Indeed. Though this one was not George alone. Zac was also eager for this one." Zac was one of George's youngest, one of a set of triplets. Though as he understood it, one of the three, Zig, had been killed many years ago. The two remaining, Zac and Zoe, would be about 13 now. "I'll step out and let you start cleaning."

He nodded, setting his bag down on the floor. "Thanks." He cleared his throat. "And, hey, could you have Mina come by if she gets a free minute? I'd like to catch up with her."

The rabbit nodded. "I'll see what I can do." Without any more small talk, she stepped back out, closing the door behind her and locking it. He wasn't worried about being locked in, he could open the lock from the inside. It just needed a key from the outside. It would leave him to work undisturbed.

Crouching down, he opened his bag and pulled out a few things he'd need. First was a rolled up rubber bodybag, which he laid out on the floor away from the blood. Next was a pair of rubber gloves, several industrial cleaning chemicals, and a breathing mask like the type painters use, so he didn't gas himself while cleaning. With all that set aside, he turned his attention to the woman on the floor. A mouse, her fur a light tan with white splotches here and there. She had been wearing a loose blouse in blue, but it and her bra had been ripped or cut open, leaving both her swollen belly and ample chest fully exposed. Her stretchy black pants had been stripped off, wadded up in the corner, along with a pair of beige panties. There was a kind of pad in the panties, a lining to catch anything if she leaked. A common issue for pregnant women so far along, as the infant pressed on their bladder and prevented it from filling fully. Her legs and arms were a little slender, as were her hips. She probably would have had some difficulties with the birthing, maybe even needed a c-section. Not that it mattered now. Cum had drooled out of her pussy, somewhat dried now, along with a little blood. It was also obvious she had pissed herself, her inner thighs damp from it. He saw a pool of urine a few feet away, where more splatters of blood had splashed on the floor. Probably where she had been killed before being fucked and dumped like this.

Turning his attention to her head, he saw her expression. A look of fear and pain frozen on otherwise slack features, pain lingering in her tear-filled blue eyes. She hadn't been willing. The remains of at least one load were soaked into the fur on her chin, and he was sure he'd find more in her mouth or drooling out of the back of her severed neck. Her brown hair was somewhat messy, not particularly styled, even before whatever struggle she had put up before being snuffed. "Cute girl. Can see why they wanted her." She would have been pretty when fully intact, though she didn't look too bad now, either. A bit young, he guessed either late teens or early twenties.

Putting the rubber gloves on first, he slid his hands under her body, he grunted and lifted her up, moving her over to lay in the bodybag. He slid her legs closed, and folded her hands over her round belly. He noticed there was no ring on any of her fingers. Unmarried. He moved her head to sit in the bag with her body next, then pat her belly gently. "Sorry you won't be joining the world, kiddo. Probably for the best though. It's kinda shit these days. I say you got a lucky break." He collected the wadded clothing and stuffed it into the bag with her, zipping it most of the way up, but leaving it open just below her tits. He hadn't noticed until then that they were wet from more than just the blood soaked into her fur. Looking around, he saw a spot near one of the pools of blood that was a more pale white, but too much and too liquidy to be semen. "Milked, huh? Makes sense, far along as you were."

Slipping the mask over his long muzzle, Ben poured some of the chemicals into a bucket, along with water from a jug. He had started carrying his own water with him for these jobs, since there wasn't always a ready source of it nearby. Plus he was able to use filtered water, so there would be even less for forensics to try and trace. The tech had gotten so good these days they could actually trace where elements within tap water were from. Grabbing a sponge, he dunked it in the water and started to scrub. He went after the largest pool of blood first, the one from where she had been left laying on the floor while it leaked out of her neck. It took him quite a bit to clean just that one up, having to really scrub a few parts. Next were the splatters and spray from when she was beheaded. He also made sure to get the walls, some of it having splashed up on one.

The piss and cum stains were much easier to clean up, but he still spent his time making sure to get the whole area. All told, he was working for a little over two hours. Beheadings always took a bit longer to clean up, with the arterial spray and gushing blood. Though gutting kills were usually the hardest to clean, since there was more than just blood to clean. Bashed skulls could sometimes be difficult, too, as he would have to look for little bone fragments and brain pieces. By the time he was finishing up, the liquid in the bucket had turned a deep, dirty crimson, but the wooden floors practically shined. It was probably the cleanest the room had been in years.

He pulled out a small bottle from his bag and started to spritz some liquid here and there. Then he got out a blacklight and held it up. Luminol, the same kind of substance CSI would use to find blood. It bonded with the proteins in blood, and glowed blue-green under UV light. People often forgot about that part with the blacklight jokes. Unfortunately, or fortunately for the people he often dealt with, Luminol bonded with near any protein, not just blood or semen. Eggs, cooking grease, even certain kinds of protein shakes, they could all be used to throw off the trail. Though would might have a hard time coming up for an excuse why such things would be in certain places, like a bedroom. Or a meeting room like this. Which is why he spent a little extra time looking for the otherwise invisible spots.

He was just finishing up scrubbing the last wall when he heard a knock on the door. "Are you almost finished in there?" It was a female's voice, but not Moxie. Though it still sounded familiar.

"Almost." He spoke loud, as his voice was muffled by the mask on his muzzle. "Though I wouldn't open the door. The room is still filled with a harsh chemical smell. Might make you pretty lightheaded."

"Oh... okay. I'll wait out here then!" He'd have to finish up quickly. He hoped it was who he thought it was out there, and not one of the caretakers or teachers that volunteered at the orphanage. If it wasn't one of the very few people that knew the Harts' secret, then he'd soon have a second body to clean up. Even with the blood cleaned up, a bodybag was kind of an obvious thing for most people.

He finished scrubbing the wall and moved back to his equipment. The bucket had a lid that could seal, so he could dump the bloody water once he was safely back in his workshop. That went into the body bag, as did the rubber gloves. He put all the cleaning chemicals back into his bag, though he kept the mask on for now. Stepping over to the door, he unbolted the lock. "Stand back from the door. You don't want to get a lung full of ammonia."

"Okay." He waited a few seconds before opening the door just enough to peak outside and look around. Standing across the hall from the door was a tall rabbit, her fur snowy white, with long, vibrant scarlet hair, and equally red eyes. Even more vibrant was the huge smile spreading on her lips as she saw him. "Hey, Ben!"

"Mina!" He stepped out, giving her a big hug. "It's been... hang on." He took the mask off, hanging it from a clip on his belt. "Man, it's been way too long!"

She giggled. "And who's fault is that?" She was the eldest daughter of the owner, George. Ben and Mina had become close friends during his brief stay, and he'd stayed in touch for a time afterwards, but as his duties as a Fixer started to pick up, he had less and less time to spend chatting with an old friend. Before he knew it, he hadn't talked to her in almost five years. And even before then, they had only been talking via text or online chat. He hadn't seen her since he was here last, and that was nearly ten years ago. "You look good."

She put her hands on her hips as she looked him up and down. "You do, too. You really filled in!"

He smirked, his eyes briefly glancing down at her ample chest. "So did you." She was four years younger than him, so the last time he saw her in person, she was a bouncy ten year old. Now she was a full grow woman, with a full figure. She wore what he would describe as a business casual short sleeve collared shirt in pastel pink, and a pair of black slacks. She had some athletic tone to her arms, and he suspected the same on the rest of her shapely figure. "Sorry I kind of fell out of contact. I kind of got busy when I had to take over for Dave."

She smiled. "How is the old bear, anyway?"

He chuckled. "Ah... retired. As in... 'retired' retired. At Sanctus." He cleared his throat. "How about I get everything loaded into the van and I'll tell you outside, when we won't have to worry about small ears accidentally listening in."

Mina nodded. "Sounds good. You need any help?"

He shrugged. "Sure. If you can manage to lift my equipment, you can carry that. I'll carry the, uh... mess. Just hold your breath when you go in there." He opened the door, the smell of ammonia immediately wafting out at them. He leaned over to close up the body bag fully, then hefted it up and over his shoulder. He looked to see Mina picking up the duffel with all the cleaning equipment in it, and not seeming to have much trouble with it, despite all the liquid inside. The two stepped out, and she led him through the back halls where the kids were unlikely to be, and eventually back to the parking lot.

Once they were outside, Mina took several deep breaths. "Ah, fresh city pollution." She chuckled. "You were not kidding about the smell! Got me a bit dizzy!"

Ben chuckled as he pulled open the back of the van, sliding the body in. "Told you." He took the bag from her and set it down beside the rubber bag, closing the back again. "So yeah, about Dave. He retired to Sanctus. Apparently he met a really nice guy there, the two had a great time, and Dave quite happily let the guy strangle him." He chuckled. "Honestly surprised me that's how he ended up going. He always said he wanted to go out leaving a huge mess for someone else to clean up for once."

Mina nodded. "I'll bet." She glanced at the van. "I'd rather go like the mouse in there."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Raped and beheaded?"

She giggled. "And maybe pregnant." She grinned. "But just beheaded and well used would be good enough."

He shrugged. "Well, you know enough people on the site and probably here in AF. I'm sure a whole bunch would be more than willing to oblige any or all of that request."

She nodded again, shifting one foot back and forth a little. "Yeah... but I wouldn't want it to be just anyone doing it, either..."

Ben tilted his head a little. "Your dad, I'm guessing?" He knew the Harts all slept with each other quite a bit. They were all quite close with each other like that.

"Well, yeah, he'd be one I'd love to give my head to..." She giggled softly as she turned and leaned against the side of the van. "Though there's someone else I'd have in mind first."

He smiled, leaning against the van beside her. "Oh? Anyone I know?"

She nodded, giggling again. "Yeah, you could say that." She glanced to the side at him, laughing when she saw he was giving her an expectant look.

"What?"

She nudged his arm with an elbow. "I mean you, silly!"

He blinked, taken by surprise by her answer. "Me!?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I always had a crush on you when we were younger. I thought that was obvious."

He nodded slowly. "Back then? Yeah, it was. But we haven't talked in like five years. I thought you'd have moved on and found yourself a nice boyfriend or girlfriend by now."

"Have you?"

He was again taken a bit by surprise by her turning the question on him. "Ah... no, not really. My workshop is kind of... isolated. And I don't exactly get out much, let alone try to get involved in the whole dating scene." He rubbed the back of his head. "Truth be told, the whole idea of dating has never really appealed to me. I kinda like my quiet little place."

She frowned at him. "Oh, but you must still get a little lonely in there, right? You don't ever want to have someone to talk to?"

He thumped his hand against the side of the van. "I get people to talk to all the time. They're all very good listeners."

"Oh, I bet they are." She gave him a sly grin. "Probably very agreeable partners, too, huh?"

He shrugged, nodding. "I've never gotten any complaints." Mina giggled softly. The two stayed beside each other for a bit, though Ben noticed she slid close enough to lean her shoulder against his.

Mina broke the silence. "Think I could see your workshop?"

He frowned. "I'm not really supposed to bring outsiders there. There's some... uh... trade secrets involved."

"Oh, c'mon. I already know a lot more than most people, even on D-Gen." She nudged his arm again. "I've even met your boss in person. Have you?"

"Rathkin? Yeah, I've talked to him in person a few times." He sighed slightly. "But I'm really still not supposed to show people... Just getting there is kind of a secret."

"Well... what if I never left again?" She grinned at him. "Think that would be okay?"

He thought about that. "I guess then it'd be okay... still, dunno if I want to do that already. We only just met up again after all these years." He thumped the side of the van. "Besides, I've already got a nice lady I'm going to need to spend some time with. She'll need some special attention for a while before she'll be ready for a rest."

"I could help!"

"Mina..."

She turned to him, clasping his hand. "Please! I really wanna spend more time with you! And I wanna see where you do your thing! I've never watched that part of a fixer's work!" She smiled at him. "Besides, I'm sure there's not that many secrets!"

He couldn't help but chuckle. "You'd be surprised." He glanced at the orphanage, getting a few memories from back when they were kids, hanging out on the roof and just chatting for hours about whatever random topic came up. Well, she chatted, he mostly just listened. He was a very quiet kid. But he enjoyed letting her go on and on about whatever came to her mind. He did kind of miss that sort of interaction. It was very one sided with the people he spent time with these days, being that they were all dead. Even with the clients, they were usually intimidated by him and stayed out of his way. Glancing back at Mina, he saw the pleading look in her big, bright red eyes. He let out a heavy sigh. "Fine."

She let out a happy squeal of excitement, bouncing a little on her toes as she gripped his hand. "YEAH!"

He held his hand up. "But you have to promise that you won't tell a soul about what you see!"

She nodded quickly. "I won't!"

He leaned close, giving her a deadly serious look. "I mean it, Mina. You can't tell anyone about what you see! Not your father! Not your little sister or brother! No one!"

She stood up straighter, putting a hand on her chest. "I swear on my life I won't say a word to anyone." She thought a moment. "Well, maybe I should swear on my father's life?"

Ben shook his head. "Good enough." He turned and hit a button on his keys to unlock the van. "Alright. You need to tell anyone you're leaving?"

She shook her head. "Nope!" She hurried around to the other side, climbing into the passenger's seat beside him. "I already told Daddy that I'll be hanging out with you for a bit, and that I might not be coming back..." She cleared her throat. "Maybe ever...?"

He smirked. "We'll see." He started the van and pulled out, heading onto the road, and soon the highway.

"So, where are we actually going? Like, where is your workshop?"

He smiled. "You'll see. Right now, we're going downtown."

She nodded. "Okay. Gonna be quite a bit of traffic at this time of day."

"Always is." He hit the radio, which started to play some classic rock music.

Mina perked up. "Oh, I love this song!" She started to sing along to it. While it was obvious she wasn't a professional singer, she was doing a pretty good job of matching pitch. She didn't sound bad. "C'mon, join in!" He chuckled and started to sing with her, doing a much poorer job. At first, he just kind of spoke the words. Three songs later, he was belting out the tune right beside her, a big smile on his face, and hers. When they pulled off the highway to head into the heart of downtown Alta Ferro, Mina looked a little nervous as they passed two cop cars. She glanced at Ben, who didn't seem even slightly phased. "Aren't you a little nervous?"

"Hmm? About what? Bringing you to my shop? A little."

She shook her head. "No, I mean about driving around with a dead body in the back of your van. What if a cop pulls you over to search the van?"

"Then I'll either have two bodies to clean up, or I'll be a body to clean up." He shrugged. "You get used to it. As long as you act like you're supposed to be wherever you are, most people don't question you. Even when you look like a freak."

She frowned. "You're not a freak."

"I appreciate that, but I kind of am." He shrugged. "Don't worry. I'm not so hung up on it like I used to be. Kinda like being different now. Means I'm special."

"Yeah... just like I always told you!"

He smiled. "Just like you always told me."

As he turned down the streets, it became a little more obvious where they were heading. "Are we going to Venture?"

"Yeah. Kinda."

She nodded. "Guess that makes sense. Your workshop being under the big building owned by Rathkin."

He chuckled. "It's not exactly under the tower."

She blinked. "Wait, is it actually IN the tower!?"

He laughed. "Not exactly. You'll see." He pulled into the parking garage and started heading down the ramps to the lowest levels.

She thought. "So, got like a secret entrance down here? To a tunnel that leads to it?"

"Sort of. Just wait, you'll see." He flipped open his laptop, which sat between the two seats, and hit a few buttons on it. "Here we go." They got to the lowest level, and he turned to the back corner.

"Ben, that's a wall." He didn't respond. He also didn't slow down. "Ben!? Ben that's a wall!" She looked at him, and saw a wide grin. Was he going to kill them both by ramming into the wall? "Ben!?" She braced herself for the impact, only for her eyes to go wide when a shimmering hole opened in the air right in front of the concrete. "W-wha...!?" She turned to look at the edge of the hole as they passed right through. It was like a knife edge of reality, one side the parking garage, the other a large room with two more vans sitting inside. The moment the van was through, the hole closed again, leaving a solid wall behind.

Ben slowed and turned the van, backing it into the spot beside the other two. "Alright." He smiled. "And here we are."

She looked at him, still confused as to what she just witnessed. "What... the hells was that?"

He smiled at her, cutting the engine and pushing the door open. "The first secret." He pat her arm, sliding out and heading around to the back. "C'mon. Let's get our pretty friend into the guest room and I can show you around a little." Mina just nodded, sliding out of the van and followed. He pushed a door open, leading into a small hallway with clashing designs. One side was clinical, leading to a large room that made her think it was a cross between a morgue, butcher's shop, and mad scientists lab. Cold, blank walls, several metal tables, and rows of large metal vats, like the kind alcohol was brewed in. He set the body bag down on the table, patting the woman inside. "She can wait here for a bit."

He stepped back out, heading to the other side of the hall. This side looked like a traditional suburban home. A small living room with one overstuffed chair, a massive TV on the wall, a dozen game consoles and numerous games beside them. A small kitchen was off to one side, with a few pots and pans hanging on the wall. Ben held out his arms. "Well, this is my home. Sorry there isn't much seating. I don't exactly get many living guests." He pointed to the obvious kitchen. "That's the kitchen." He pointed to another door. "Bedroom's back there. Bathroom is in that. Shower's a bit small, but I have a big garden tub for when I really just want to soak." He pointed to the door back to the hallway. "And over there is the workshop itself. I'll show you that later."

She nodded slowly, still looking around. There was a soft, dark grey, almost black carpet underfoot. It ended abruptly at the doorway to the hall, cold tile beyond that point. The single chair was a soft brown. She turned to see the impressive collection of games. "I see you're still a nerd."

He smiled. "Guilty as charged. I've also got a pretty impressive collection of Professor Whoot DVDs. Old and new show. And the complete collection of all the Space Trip shows... well, most. Wasn't a fan of that Discoverer one."

She laughed, holding up a hand. "Okay, you don't need to nerd flex that hard!"

He pointed at her. "Hey, you were the one that used to go on and on about how hot the captain was in The Next Journey!"

She shrugged. "Yeah... okay. He was pretty sexy." She still thought so. "So is this what you do? Just play games, watch sci-fi, and clean dead bodies?"

"Yeah, pretty much." He flicked a switch on the wall, and it opened a door she hadn't even seen was there. "I also work out." Inside was another clash of styles. A personal gym, with a dozen different workout machines.

She laughed, stepping inside. "Secret doors? Kinda like a spy house."

He shrugged. "Kinda. There's also a pool, and a hot tub."

Mina giggled. "And here I am without my bathing suit."

"Eh, you could always swim naked. I usually do."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, now we'll have to go for a swim later." She stepped back into the living room, the door closing behind her. "So... where exactly are we? And what was that hole we passed through? Kinda looked like a portal."

"Because it was a portal." She gave him a dubious look. "I'm being serious. This is why you can't tell people about this place. As for where we are..." He pointed up. "Denver is about 3 miles that way."

She blinked at him. "Denver? Colorado!? There's no way we got from New York to Colorado in less than a minute!" Then she paused. "Wait, did you say three miles? I thought it was only one mile up." He nodded. "Are... you saying we not only went half-way across the continent, but we're also miles under the mountains?"

He nodded. "Pretty much."

She shook her head, laughing. "Okay. How?"

"Easy." He smiled, patting her shoulder. "Magic is real."

"Magic." She wasn't sure she believed him. "Like, hocuspocus, abra kedabra, lightning from your fingers magic?"

"Not quite so simple as that, but in essence yes. The portal you saw was just that. My garage is an anchor point, and using my laptop, I can open to locations all across the eastern coast of North America. From Florida up to Quebec. It's how I can get around to my jobs so fast. Other Fixers have their own similar gateways to get around. My area is actually one of the smallest, since I cover Alta. As you might imagine, I'm plenty busy enough just from there."

"And are their workshops under the Rockies, too?"

He shrugged. "No clue. I've never met them. Fixers don't usually cross paths with each other, unless we're cleaning one up."

She shook her head. "And you're all wizards?"

"I'm not a wizard. I can't use magic. I just use magic that was already set up for me." He smiled. "I know, it sounds crazy. It took me days to come to terms with it when Dave first brought me here."

"Dave lived here?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Though it looked a lot different then. It was very... 60's retro. Shag carpet, swoopy rainbows on the walls, lime green kitchen, the whole deal. I lived here with him while I trained. My old room is where the gym is now. Though it wasn't as big as it is now. I had it expanded a little."

She laughed. "Well, this is all.. a lot!"

"Yeah. It can be at first." He pat her shoulder again. "But don't worry about it. How about we go do something a little more grounded and deal with our dead guest in the workshop?"

She nodded at him. "Yeah, sounds good. I'm curious just what you do with the bodies you bring in."

He shrugged. "Disposal is usually the same process, but before then..." He shrugged. "Depends on the body." He led back to the workshop. "Disposal means I chop the bodies up, remove the arms and legs, and head if it's still attached, remove the guts, then dump everything into one of the vats." He pointed to one of the metal vats. "Those get filled with a powerful acid that dissolves the body over the course of a few days. Once that's done, a neutralizing agent is poured in, and turns the whole mess into a kind of jelly. Then the whole thing is sent off to be dumped. Don't know about the other Fixers, but my stuff gets sent to a rig off the coast of Australia. Stuff gets dumped into the ocean. It's non-toxic after the neutralizing agent. Apparently really good for algae and coral growth."

She nodded. "You mentioned that what happens depends on the body?"

"Oh, yeah. That's what happens to all of them. But for certain types..." He unzipped the bodybag, exposing the dead mouse's chest and belly. "Like our young friend here. Well, they usually get some special attention from me." He grinned at Mina.

"Oh~ So the job does have some perks after all." She giggled softly. "Just pretty women, or do you like to give special attention to guys, too?"

He shook his head. "Not normally. Mostly women."

She giggled. "What about kids? I bet you get to see all kinds of cute little boys and girls coming through!" She bounced a little on her toes.

He sighed a little. "Yeah. I do get quite a few kids. But... they're not really my type." She frowned a little at him. "Hey, I'm not judging." He knew she loved to play with little boys. She had more than enough videos up on D-Gen doing that, after all. "Just not my thing."

She huffed. "Well, that's a real shame. You should at least give the little girls a nice final fuck!"

He laughed. "That's not normally an issue. Most people gave them a pretty good couple of fucks before they called for me to come clean it all up."

Mina giggled softly. "I guess that's true. A lotta dads giving in on those urges they've had for years can't hold it in anymore." She looked down at the dead woman on the table, reaching out and placing a hand on one of her big tits and giving it as squeeze. "So. You gonna fuck her?"

He tilted his head. "Why? Did you want a go instead?"

She smiled at him. "Mmm, I already had my fun with her. I'd rather help you give her one last load." She looks him up and down again. "But if you're too embarrassed to fuck her while I'm here, I'm sure I can find something to entertain myself with." She gave the boob another hard squeeze. "Oh, her name was Irene. Got herself knocked up at a college party, but her parents cut her off and disowned her after they found out. So she was hoping to donate the kid to the orphanage and get some grant money to get back on her feet."

"And instead she lost her head to a bunch of horny rabbits. Poor girl." He didn't actually have much sympathy for any of the dead bodies that came through. Not that he was heartless, but there was not much he could do for them now. And if he felt for every person that ended up in his workshop, he'd probably eat a bullet by the end of the month. By the time they ended up in his care, they were no longer people, just cooling slabs of meat with appealing features. "Well, she should have been more careful, I guess." He pointed. "Lift her shoulders up for me." Mina nodded, lifting the girl's shoulders up. He grabbed the bodybag and started pulling it out from under her. He pulled the head out and set it down on the table beside her, as well as the bucket of bloody water, then tossed the rubber bag to the side to be cleaned up later.

Mina stepped around to the side. "So... do you cut things off first?"

"Sometimes." He took a step back and started to pull his shirt off, revealing the muscular chest barely hiding under it. "Why? You want to help de-limb her?"

Her eyes stared at the muscles on him. "Uh..." She blushed, smiling at him. "N-no! I'll let the professional handle that!" She took a step back away from him.

He smiled at her. "As you wish." He started to unbuckle his pants. "But you should either get one of the rubber aprons on, or get your clothes off if you don't want them covered in blood and whatever else comes spraying out of her. Even with the heart stopped, bodies can sometimes squirt some things when you start cutting."

She nodded. "Okay." She saw one of the aprons he mentioned, but decided that she'd rather just get naked. She started to unbutton her shirt, pulling it off, exposing her own toned belly. She also exposed her tits, as she never bothered with a bra. Ben smiled as he saw she had little red dots along her chest, almost like freckles. He dropped his pants, and tugged his briefs with them, letting his cock stand free. It was already mostly hard. He didn't even need to look to know Mina was staring at him. He didn't mind at all. His shaft was rising to an above average eight inches, and he had a pretty hefty set of balls hanging between her legs. He did still look over as Mina dropped her own pants, and was not surprised that she'd also pulled the panties down with them. With how damp her slit was already, he was surprised she hadn't soaked through even her trousers. He also noted she had those same freckle-like dots on her thighs.

He smiled at her. "Still beautiful."

She blushed. "Me, or the dead girl?"

"Both." He chuckled, turning to the mouse. "Alright, Irene. Let's get these limbs off of you. You don't need them anymore." He picked up a kind of hacksaw from a nearby table. The teeth on the thin blade were very sharp, made specifically for cutting through bone. He pressed it against the dead woman's thigh, near her hip, and started to cut. It immediately bit into the flesh, splitting it and sinking deep. Some blood started to ooze out around the blade, but only what was still in the leg, so it didn't squirt. He hit her femur and started to work hard to cut through it. The saw did its thing, and after a few seconds, he was through. Another few movements, and he was all the way through the leg, separating it fully. He picked it up and set it down on the table where her head sat, letting it ooze the blood remaining inside onto the metal. He turned and started to work on her other leg, soon cutting through it the same way and setting it beside its pair.

He glanced over at Mina as he moved to work on the mouse's arms. The rabbit was leaning against the metal counters, not doing anything to hide her arousal as she watched. One hand was between her legs, working at her sodden slit, while her other was rubbing one of her bouncy tits. "Enjoying the show so far?"

She nodded. "Yes." She took a deep breath. "Just imagining it's me on the table, having my legs and arms cut off..."

Ben smirked as he started to cut into Irene's arm just below her shoulder. "Head still attached? Or would you want that to go first?" He finished cutting through quicker, the humorous not as thick as the femur.

"Hrmm... dunno. Both are pretty sexy options. Just a torso and a head, feeling you fucking me before taking my head. But I dunno if I'd be able to stand the pain of de-limbing first..."

He nodded as he moved to the other arm and started to cut. "I've never done this to someone who was still alive, but I imagine it's probably pretty damned painful." He got through and picked the arm up, moving it with the other limbs and her head. "When I get them more intact, I'll usually take the head off first, let them watch as I destroy what's left of them." He set the saw down with the limbs, as it was bloody and needed cleaning now. He moved back around and gently pat the mouse's pregnant belly. "This will have to come out, too." His cock twitched a little. "But I think our audience would like a little fun first."

Mina giggled softly. "I'm okay watching however you wanna do it."

Ben smirked, stepping closer to the table. It was just low enough that he could rest his cock against the surface. Gripping the limbless, headless mouse by the hips, he pulled her close to the edge, enough that her tail hung off. He'd remove that later, too. For now, he rubbed his tip against her slit, then pushed forward. Her lips parted for him as he entered her cool tunnel. He moaned as he slid deeper, not caring that it was already well used, or loose, her muscles totally slack around him. He pushed forward until his hips met hers, slapping against her. He started to drag her back and forth on the table as he began thrusting, making her heavy tits bounce and shake. Her big belly also wobbled a little, but it was far more firm than someone chubby would be.

Beside him, he heard Mina moaning and gasping. She plunged her fingers into herself over and over, her other hand working on her swollen clit. There was not a hint of shame as she touched herself to him fucking the corpse. He also didn't hide anything, moaning for her to hear as his pace picked up. "She's tighter than a lot of the dead sluts I get. Some of them are... ngh... totally ruined by the time I get them." He slightly lifted Irene's hips as he started to fuck her harder. "Usually have to fuck their ass or necks to get anything out of it."

The bunny beside him moaned at the thought of him balls deep in her own severed neck, her head sitting beside and watching. She felt her legs start to tremble. "That's so hot!" She moaned louder, crying out a little. Her juices were drooling down her legs freely, her hand making wet noises as she furiously pumped several fingers into herself, joining the slaps of Ben's hips striking the mouse's. "Would... you fuck my neck?"

He nodded. "I'd fuck every part of you. Your drooling cunt, your ass, your neck, both sides, and your mouth." He let out a moan as he also started thinking about it. "Good thing this slut won't get jealous." He chuckled slightly as he looked back down at her. "But don't worry. I've got a load just for you, too!"

Mina let out a louder moan. "Do it! Fill her dead cunt up! Let that little thing inside her belly taste it!"

He let out a breathless laugh. "The little thing in her belly is also dead by now. It can't taste anything."

She let out a louder cry. "Oh fuck yes!" She had to grip the counter behind her as she let out a loud cry of pleasure, unable to hold back, the thought of the dead infant setting her off fully. Juices gushed down her shaking legs as she came, splashing down onto the floor and soaking the fur at her inner thighs.

Ben smiled, his cock twitching to the site. He almost never got to see a girl cumming in person anymore, so it was a nice treat. He panted as he humped into the torso in front of him. "My turn!" He started to thrust harder, dragging her back against him to really pound as deep as he could.

He suddenly felt a warm body press against him, soft breasts squashed onto his back, and a pair of arms sliding around his middle. "Let me help." Mina reached around to grab the hips of the dead mouse, pulling her back against him. "Fill this cute thing's pussy!"

He moaned louder. "As you wish!" Looking down at what was left of the mouse, he groaned out. "Here you go, little mom. Nice load for you!" He grunted, then let out a cry of his own as he plunged deep inside of her, blasting his seed as deep as he could, filling her cold, loose tunnel with his hot jizz. Some started to leak out around his cock as he gave a few short, hard thrusts. Mina pulled the girl back against him, her head resting beside his shoulder to watch. Ben moved his hands to hold onto Mina's, his hips still giving little thrusts.

She giggled softly. "Such a nice, big load. All for her."

He laughed breathlessly. "Well, maybe not all for her. Having such a lovely audience today may have pushed me a bit farther..." He pulled himself out of the dead pussy, resting his messy cock against what was left of her leg. His cum slowly drooled out of the well used hole.

Mina moved one of her hands to gently stroke Ben's cock, helping him to work out the last few gobs of spunk. "Do you normally only fill your guests once, or do you give them a few?"

He shrugged. "Depends on my mood and how sexy they are." He leaned just slightly back against the warm body behind him. "If this was a lovely, headless bunny on my table, I'd definitely make sure to give her as much as I could."

Mina giggled again. She ran a finger against the tip of Ben's cock, getting a shuddering moan from him as she wiped some of the cum off. She then brought it up to her lips, licking it clean. "Mm. Something to look forward to?"

"Maybe." He turned slightly, giving the rabbit beside him a gentle nuzzle. "But I think it's time I take this girl's inside out and get her in a vat. She's been fun, but now she needs to be disappeared."

Mina took a step back, though she still ran a hand along his muscular back for a moment. "Okay." Stepping to the side of the table, she smiled at him. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Sure." He pointed at something that looked like a big, yellow, plastic wheelbarrow, but slightly deeper. "Bring that over here and leave it beside the table. You could dump her limbs into it for me, too. All of her will go in there eventually." He turned, then stopped. "Oh, but leave her head for now. I like to let them watch." She giggled and nodded. When she got the big bin one wheels, she saw there were faint red splotches here and there on the inside, bloodstains that couldn't get fully washed out, no matter how much it got scrubbed and sanitized.

When she got it back to the table, Ben had grabbed another tool, a scalpel. She quickly loaded the arms and legs into the bin while she watched him. He held up the scalpel. "Nice and sharp. Made of some kind of super alloy, so it takes a super long time to dull. Saw is, too." He pressed the short blade down against the mouse, cutting a long line across her collarbone, then another under her large belly across her hips. He connected them with a long line, between her breasts, over the belly, right down the navel, and finally to the line at her hip. Setting the scalpel down, he gripped one side of the woman and pealed the flesh back, opening it like a macabre door. He did the same to the other side, exposing her ribs, organs, and the large, fleshy sack that was her swollen uterus.

Mina gently poked at the sack. "It's a lot more firm than I thought it would be."

He nodded. "It's filled with amniotic fluid, and the child of course. Normally I'd tie it off and remove the whole thing, since it can make a bit of a mess, but I'm sure you want to see what's inside." She nodded quickly. "Alright." He picked up the scalpel again and gently pressed it against the sac. Almost immediately a yellowish liquid started to flow out, quickly getting more pinkish as it mixed some of the blood. The sac immediately started to deflate as the fluid leaked out, but he worked quickly to open a long incision. Setting the blade down, he reached in and lifted the unborn child out. It was still curled up and had no fur, but clearly a tiny mouse pup. He cut the umbilical cord, and turned it a little. "A boy. Almost fully done baking, too. Probably would have come out in only a few weeks on his own." He held it out to Mina. "Here, you want to hold him?"

She nodded, taking the dead infant, not minding how messy her hands were getting. She'd gotten more bloody than that in the past. "He's kind of cute. She never said if she had a name for him."

"Probably for the best." He looked back down at the open torso. "Her hips were kind of small. Pelvis had tilted awkwardly. It was probably a hard pregnancy even to this point. I don't think she would have been able to deliver normally. There's a chance either of them might not have survived the process, even with a c-section." He nodded to the bin. "Go ahead and set the little guy down in the bin. The rest of his mommy will be joining him in a moment." She nodded to him, though still gently poked the little guy's nose once he was set atop the limbs. She then stepped back as Ben started to extract all of the girl's internal organs with practiced ease and precision. The uterus was fully removed, then the loops of her intestines, all dumped into the bin. Next was her other organs, liver, kidneys, other things she didn't recognize immediately.

She flinched when Ben suddenly slammed a fist down against the woman's ribcage, shattering several of them. "Whoa!"

He chuckled, tossing bits of bone fragments into the bin. "I used to use a cutter to remove the bones, but honestly, that's just easier." He snapped a few more of the ribs to get them out of the way, tossing them all with the rest. He then finished removing her stomach, then lungs, and finally her heart. He held that up. "Shall I gift you a heart, my dear?"

Mina laughed. "I'd rather give you mine." She still took the organ and examined it for a bit. It was both lighter and heavier than she had expected. She set it into the bin, and looked back at the hollowed out torso. She could see the back side of the woman's spine now. "Wow. I've never seen someone empty like that. Not in person. There's a few videos on D-Gen of people doing that." She looked at him. "You ever see Sarah and Gabby's show?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I even tried a few of their recipes, but I'm afraid cooking is not one of my skills." He smirked. "I can make a mean sandwich, though."

She smiled. "I'm pretty good at it." She looked at all the bloody parts sitting in the bin in front of her. "Guess you don't ever keep things to cook and eat, then?"

"Not really, no." He lifted the woman's torso, setting it on top of the pile of gore. "There you go." He finally picked the woman's head up, setting it with the rest of her. "And now we dump her into a vat and let the acid do its magic." He held up a hand. "Not actual magic this time. I've asked about that, but this is apparently more efficient. And less risk involved." He shrugged as he moved over to a sink to start washing the blood off of his hands and forearms. "I don't pretend to know how it all works, I just believe the people that tell me these things. I've seen enough to know not to question them."

She joined him at the sink, though she did not have as much blood on her hands to wash off. "So what kinds of magic have you seen?"

"Other than the portals? I've seen a few fair bits of things. Restructuring my little workshop is done via magic. Someone just comes and reshapes rooms for me. A lot easier than excavating out the rock around the place." He started to dry his hands off. "You may have noticed that it's not super hot in here, too. That it doesn't feel like we're under miles and millions of tons of rock and dirt?" She nodded. "That's part of it, too. Again, no clue how it works, but I'm not complaining."

"Are you worried it might all collapse down on you someday?"

"Nope! I've lived here for over 10 years, and Dave lived her for almost 30 before that. I've never so much as felt an earthquake or tremble around me." He moved over to the vats, grabbing a small ramp on wheels and shifting it over to one of the open containers. The top of the shallow ramp lined up perfectly with the top of the container. "Alright. Now to get her in here. You want to do the honors?"

She looked at the container. "Do I have to be careful not to get splashed?"

Ben laughed. "Oh, there's nothing in it right now. It'll fill once it's closed. But do try not to fall in with her. I can get you out, but you'll be covered in gore."

She giggled, gripping the bin and pushing it. "Noted." It was much heavier now that there was a whole body inside of it, but she still got it up the ramp. "Just... tilt it?" He nodded, and she tilted the bin. All the parts slid out, dumping into the container with thuds and wet splats. She shook the bin a little to make sure everything was out of it, then came back down the ramp. "All done. Where should I put this."

He pointed to a spot. "Over there. I'll send it through the washer in a bit. It'll clean it all out." He stepped back over to the vat and hit a button at the base. The lid above hinged closed, letting out a hiss as it sealed itself. A moment later, the sound of liquid filling the thing sounded, gurgling and sloshing about as it filled. "There. Now she just has to cook for a while. It'll take more than a day for her to fully dissolve, so that's about all I can show for now."

Mina looked around. "So... what now?" She glanced at the tables, still covered in the mouse's blood. "Is... it my turn to end up on one of those?"

He smiled at her. "Not today." Moving a little closer, he put an arm around her middle. "I'd rather spend some more time with you. You know, to catch up."

She giggled as she felt his cock poking at her leg a little. "We do have a lot of catching up to do, don't we?" She leaned up and kissed his nose. "Though I do hope you'll still be the one to do it."

He nodded, his hand reaching up to gently caress against her throat. "Maybe someday..." His other hand moved to rest on her belly. "But you said you wanted to be nice and swollen with a kid in you. So I think we should work on that first."

She let out a soft laugh, resting her hand on his. "Such a sweet talker. I'm ready to start on that whenever you are."

He nodded. "Well, I never did show you my bedroom on the tour. Let's go see that now." The two old friends let out a laugh together as he led her out of the workshop.

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