The Contract
The brown, thinning haired man paused at the door, wondering if this was the right move. During his life, he had done many things, gone to the far reaches of the globe, and risen to power in almost every aspect one could expert from one of the wealthiest men on the planet. But for all his power, he could not escape the cancer that was slowly eating away at him. He had his people search high and low for a cure - any cure - that would free him, cheat Death for a bit longer of His prize.
He laughed at the researchers when they brought his only one possible solution, tossing the paperwork aside as rubbish and firing the people for even suggesting such a ludicrous idea. Long after they left, however, he found himself considering the possibilities. He had a secret fetish that no one knew about. A desire he never would have considered bringing into the open in the first place had it not been for the infection in his body. The more he reviewed the retrieved paperwork, the more he found himself drawn to trying it out.
He knew 'The Store' had become acclaimed for discovering the means to rid people of diseases, but in the same breath, they received criticism for their methods of creating a new race of beings. The 'Anthro' race was immediately shunned at first, but only recently had made some headway into society. The man was sure he would have the power and money to make sure his motives were still enforced. After leaving a detailed message to the board about his upcoming changes, and some passwords to ensure they knew it would be him, he headed off for The Store.
Taking a deep breath, he entered the building and went to the main desk. A handsome man with a goatee was sitting behind the counter, busying himself on the computer. It was obvious this person was hired to use his charm and good looks on the customer and his ability to memorize a script which he used when he noticed the man approach.
"Mister Huber, it so good to see you. I am Serge and if there is anything I can do for you please don't hesitate to ask me. Please follow me," he told the main, leading him through the sanitary white halls to a room with a single white sofa and a small table.
"I have the final paperwork for you to sign. I am legally obligated to inform you that the process is one way. Once you go through with it, there is no turning back. The process only works on humans, so once you 'change' you cannot undergo another process. If you understand that, please sign on the marked lines."
The man held the thick booklet in his hands that would rival any novel for its sheer size. Second thoughts crept into his mind for a moment until a pang in his side hit him hard enough that he dropped the document on the table.
"Are you alright, Mister Huber?" Serge said with non-partisan concern.
He picked up the pen when the pain subsided. Rolling it around in his fingers a few times then signed on all the marked lines. And that was all there was to it. The clients didn't have to know the drawbacks. The Shop wasn't legally obligated to inform its clients about the failures that didn't work out the way the scientist wanted them to, or the few problems that occurred when a thought transfer or programming didn't go exactly as planned. It was all outlined in black and white, but most people were too much in a hurry to read it, or too nervous, or too excited, or simply were running out of time, as was the case of the man's hurried signing. And if their clients did read the contract, it was so heavily burdened with legal mumbo-jumbo that no one without a PH.D in law would understand it anyways Placing the pen on the table, he nervously handed the paperwork to Serge and smiled to him.
Serge took the paperwork and checked to ensure everything was signed. Smiling back to the man, he said, "Please follow me." Serge led the man to a corridor that was much different than the rest. The hall was dimly lit, with a single black and chrome door at the end. A simple sign above it identified the room as 'The Connecting Room'. Leading him to the door he opened it for the man and ushered him inside. In the room was a small glowing halo. "Just put it on and walked through the door." With the last message delivered, Serge walked out the door.
The door closed with a small thump and a soft hiss beyond human awareness occurred. The seal was to insure that no fly, spider or other small unwanted visitors would interfere with the selection process. The metal circlet the man was wearing was to prevent any accidental transfers when dealing with hundreds of thousands of dollars of research. Mister Huber picked up the cold, metal ring pausing for a moment before placing it on his head. A voice immediately filled his mind, "Your selections are in the next room, you only have to touch the model of your choice. Additionally, as previously discussed, your mate is also set for your approval." This was the last part of the script. A simple addition by the marketing department so the transfer would be quick and easy since at this point they determined people would just want it done and over with.
A second door opened revealing the next room. The room was dark except for five circles of light leading to a platform in the middle of the room which the man slowly circled. Its padded center was a concave circle, like a nest but padded with pillows and cushions. Small hydraulics would carry the bed down one story once the transfer was complete, to a not so empty room, warm and inviting; a better place to wake up to.
In the last two circles of light, set at a forty-five degree angle from each other stood two figurines like statues. They stared straight ahead. They stared straight ahead, their mouths shut and their nostrils flared and collapsed as they breathed, as though they were sleeping, which in a real sense, they were, waiting to wake up and live their lives. They were golems, living beings without real souls, created, in this case, for one rich man's fantasy and fulfillment of how he thought life should now be lived.
They were built to his specifications. He could smell them from here, the warm, lovely scent of animals in heat. One, a Roman god, muscles firm, fur on his head cut and styled to look more like human hair, the bangs combed to one side. His eyes were dark and piercing. The man held his hand up but didn't touch the statuesque male Anthro fox. He wanted to savor the moment. He had paid enough for it.
In short, he was perfect. From the red sheen of the fur to the pointed ears to the way the nose made a little pad on the tip of the muzzle, the man could not envision a more perfect product. The sheath on the golem's belly was so large the man's hand came about one finger short of covering the whole thing up. The paws were strong, well-muscled, enough to create a powerful, nearly unbreakable grasp.
The man glanced to the second model. The female was perfect to his eyes as well. Her body was of a vixen's; designed to react to the male's body. She would be docile, not because of her thoughts or programming, but because her body was designed to create certain chemicals and her ears to vibrate at a certain level to put her in a hypnotic state when he talked. In short, she would be the perfect submissive toy, created for enjoyment, programmed with his favorite entertainments and meals. She even smelled wonderful.
The man's nose flared. Yes, she smelled very desirable. Her chest rose and fell evenly, not acknowledging his approach. She was the perfect female. She didn't have one thought in her head. He laughed at his own joke, which was probably just as well. Nobody else laughed. He was used to others laughing, mostly to try to get on the man's good side, a fake gesture because of his wealth something he always felt was disheartening.
The smell was growing. The longer the golem remained in the room, the more her body's scent permeated the empty room. The man stepped close to the living statue, studying her every feature up close. Soft, larger than average breasts stood out from her chest, their nipples nestled in the fur; her areolas hidden somewhere below it. Her waist tapered down then flared out like an hourglass. Her tail behind her was thick and long, hanging down to her ankles when straight, the black tip accentuating her beauty. The white line down her chest and belly disappeared between her thighs like a landing strip, highlighting her more sensitive and private areas. "Soon they will be all mine," the man thought to himself. Staring at the area closer, he could make out her labia hidden behind the silky fur.
The scent was strongest here. He could almost feel it, the need in him rising. He wanted her very badly. He wanted her since she was a dream in his head. His years of toil brought about her existence. His money paid for her blood, and here she was. And her need for him was making him dizzy. He took another breath, and another, and another. His member stood in his pants making them tent.
Her cunny would open like a flower to him. He would take her over and over. His desires knew no bounds as he leaned closer and closer. He would taste her and she would taste him and together they would be happy. He grew light headed and breathed more rapidly, sending her pheromones-laced scent through his head. The chemicals were designed for her partner, the male behind the man, so it affected both fox and human genomes.
She was his Venus.
At the moment, Mister Huber, billionaire, owner of companies and laboratories and oil rigs, a powerful man, holding literally two lives in his hands, swooned. He caught himself immediately, but the inch he fell forwards buried his nose in the golem's privates. The folds immediately tightened, reacting to the basic programming in her head. Then there was a flash. The smell was overpowering. The last thing he remembered was reaching up to catch himself and burying his fingers in soft, feminine flesh sheathed in warm, silky folds. It was Heaven and Hell, and then in a splitting sensation though his head and everything went black.
The man awoke in a bed. Soft cushions cradled his form, silky material overlapping his fingers, arms and legs.
Silky...
Silky...
The first indications something was wrong was when he tried to sit up and felt a weight shift on his chest. It was a strange sensation, like when your arm falls asleep and it moves against your side.
It was a strange sensation, but then it was his new body he knew, would be filled with them. It was designed to be stronger, bigger, more sensitive in sexual areas and have more stamina. Still, the man felt something nagging at the back of his mind.
He immediately shot up, his paw going between his legs to discover something missing, gasping at his own touch, then yipping when he heard a voice speak up, "Nice," the male fox purred in a deep voice dripping with ego and honey. "I am going to enjoy this. I wasn't really looking forward to being your 'toy'."
Mister Huber went to backpedal and started to say there was some mistake when the male cut him off, "You are not going anywhere. In fact, why don't you lay on your back before me little one?"
He wanted to run, but something in him forced him to obey. It was an odd and made him slightly happy. Unbeknownst to him, drugs were pumping through the vixen's body, coating the man's mind in pleasure rewarding chemical wraps. When the man heard the fox say, "You are going to love being like this," he felt his mind starting to change to obey the command. "And after I impregnate you with my child, you are going to tell me all the secrets to your money."
All Mister Huber could be is purr in delight as she opened her legs and let the fox have access to her.