“That’s all of them.” begins Picker.  “All of your memories are wiped and backed up.” The large tigress holds out her hand for the human woman on her operating table. Picker hands the woman a mirror as she observes her physical appearance, noting her milky white, glowing eyes, her two-toned blonde and black hair evenly draped across her shoulders and down her back with the colors perfectly split down the middle of her scalp, and her full, mauve lips. She then looks at Picker and nods. “Everything seems to be in place.” the woman confirms, as the tigress clasps her hands together with pride. “Perfect! I knew I could preserve your identity with this backup. I don’t know what you would do without me.” Picker says this with a proud grin. The woman rolls her eyes and reaches into her cleavage to pull out a note. The note reads:

“Clara! Don’t forget to ask Picker(the tiger lady) about where she learned how to back up memories. Mention that you heard she’s a time traveler if you have to, but make sure you butter her up first! Her ego is her biggest shortcoming, among other things. - Jess” Clara pauses and glances at Picker’s overweight figure and grins slightly before continuing to read the note. “P.S. Your name is Clara Donato, Picker might know where your sister is, and your activation phrase is-” As Clara reads the activation phrase, all memories related to her mission and identity come flooding back. She then puts on a poker face and speaks up, “Say, Picker.” Clara gets up and walks over to the tigress with a seductive stride. “You really are perfect at your job, among other things.” She then looks at the tigress with a seemingly perfect, duchenne smile as she caresses her face. Picker begins to purr a deep purr as she rubs her cheek onto Clara’s hand. “Well, you know that everything I do is perfect because I’m the best at it.” says Picker. Clara narrows her eyes in a seductive manner as she gets close to Picker’s ear, whispering, “Yeah? Who would even dare to try to surpass you?”

Picker blushes slightly, then narrows her eyes as her blush fades. “I have no idea. Maybe a stubborn white rabbit with orange hair and a flat chest.” She says this as she clenches Clara’s ass, digging her claws into it. Clara winces in pain. Shit. She knows. Clara thinks to herself as the tigress whispers to her, dragging her claws up her back leaving deep scratches. “So you know about my time travel, and you know that I traveled to this time years ago. You’re more clever than I thought, you dumb bimbo.” Picker then pushes Clara off of her and attempts to swipe at her with her hammerlike arm as Clara blocks it with her wrist. 

They exchange blows, each one parried by the other’s wrist. “I knew you couldn’t come up with this technology on your own! You never do anything yourself!” Clara says as she backs up, deflecting every blow that comes at her. “Why waste my time when I can just travel forward and take what I want? I deserve it all anyway.” says Picker. The tigress continues to swipe, only to be met with a kick to the face from Clara’s toned, shapely leg. “You deserve nothing!” says Clara as she begins to advance on Picker, grabbing her wrist and twisting it as she gets the tigress into a headlock. “Especially not my sister! Where is she? What did you do to her!?” she says with desperate determination. Picker escapes Clara’s head lock and suplexes her to the ground, holding the human woman down with an elbow weighing down her back. “Do you really want to know? She’s gone a bit crazy you know…” Picker says with a devious smile as her fat breasts press down on Clara’s head, who’s grimacing at the revelation. “What did you do!?!?” Clara screams. Picker then forces a palm onto the back of Clara’s head to bash it into the ground, dazing her. “Shut up and let me show you. You’ll be impressed while you weep for her.” says the tigress as Clara coughs blood in her delirium. 

Picker carries Clara on her shoulder as her hands are bound. She then brings her into a padded room with a black and white border collie hybrid woman. She looks into Clara’s eyes with her own pitch black eyes that seem to suck in the light around them. “P-...Penny!?” Clara asks as the border collie grins. “The one and only.” Penny says as she looks up at her sister. Clara falls to her knees and shuffles over to her sister and hugs her tightly, embracing her with tears in her eyes. Penny growls and writhes back and forth. “Let go of me asshole! You abandoned me and Picker is the only one who gets me!” Clara releases Penny and backs up, trembling as she stutters, “W-what do you mean? I’ve been looking for you for-” “For a thousand years!? Yeah, fuck off. Picker told me everything. She told me that you abandoned me because you’re immortal and I’m not!” Clara then rubs her eyes and looks at Penny with pleading eyes. “I never abandoned you! Picker said she could back up your memories like she does for me! You have to believe me!” Clara hyperventilates as she looks at her sister, whose eyes show years upon years of overflowing memories that tear eachother apart as they pile up. “Yeah, right! How could you even be my sister! You’re just a dumb, smelly human! Obviously I’m a dog, and I always have been! Only Picker understands how I am. You don’t know a thing about being immortal!” Penny continues to blabber on with nonsense and hatred. Clara sighs and looks down.

“I have to at least tell you this. If Picker hasn’t wiped and backed up your memories, then she’s only trying to manipulate you. The only reason why I stayed sane all of these years is because Picker backed up all of my memories with a machine. The same machine that she never even told you about.” Clara stands up, looking down and away from Penny, as the dog smiles an insane smile. “I know who invented it. If you come with me, I can help you. I promise!” Penny looks up at Clara and shakes her head before trying to bite her hand. Clara looks at her with an appalled expression and reaches her hand back. Penny laughs at her and says, “Ha! You know nothing! Picker is perfect and she made it herself. Anything else is impossible.” Clara sighs and turns away. “Fine. Then I have no choice but to do it myself. I’ll be back for you.” She then opens the door to see that Picker has left. The entire laboratory is empty, save for a note. 

“Dear Bimbo, I’m not going to stay here while you plot to lay waste to my perfect body. Well, you see what happened to your dear sister. Her sanity is completely gone. If you try to backup her memory, take a video to show me what happens. I want to have a good laugh while you try to restore her. She’ll come back to me when she’s ready. Aren’t I just perfect at everything I do? Kisses and Gropes, Picker.” Clara rolls her eyes. “Forget that,” she begins as she turns to her crazy sister. “Picker is gone. I’m taking you to someone who can restore you to who you-...” Clara then notices that the padded room is torn to shreds and her sister is gone. Her sense of dread has now fully overcome her. “I guess she made her choice.” says Clara with a dull, hopeless expression, tears streaming down her face. She then makes note of everything that happened in her standard report form as she says in a lifeless tone, “I wonder what Jess would want for dinner.” The glow of her eyes remains just as luminescent as it has been for centuries, but now without its lively charm.