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Best Practices in Corporate Security

By Danath

Characters © Sanmer

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Ivan sniffed the air, but all the jaguar could smell were the same dust and cleaning compounds he'd been smelling the past few hours. He shifted fractionally, adjusting his legs to a more comfortable position. Laying still in one place for hours at a time was something a feline like him ought to enjoy, but doing it inside of a cramped, dark ventilation shaft inside one of the most secure facilities in the world wasn't exactly his idea of a relaxing night out.

The jaguar was a systems infiltration specialist. A corporate spy, in other words, willing to hire out his skills to find out the secrets of the business world. Lean and trim, he kept himself in excellent shape. Being prepared increased his chances of success on any given operation. Infiltrating Sanmer Pharma was going to be the job that made him rich. The pay for this particular mission wasn't great, but the reputation he'd build for pulling it off... that was worth millions. Ivan licked his lips. The nylon straps holding a harness tight to his chest, under his black tactical turtleneck, bit into his fur in a few places, but he didn't dare move - not yet.

The electronic countermeasures he'd initiated earlier in the day were set to kick in at midnight. Every day, the building's security did a sweep and reset - a five-second window during which he was injecting code that could mask his tracks through the facility. Until then, even breathing was dangerous. Sensors could pick up the additional CO2 in the vents, which would quickly draw a contingent of heavily armed guards. Ivan had seen some of them patrolling the grounds outside on his way in. They were bigger, beefier, and meaner-looking than most rent-a-cops.

The jaguar's tail tip flicked rapidly back and forth as he waited, eyes glowing in the darkness. At precisely midnight, his watch vibrated against his wrist. He moved.

Long, lean, flexible limbs stretched and flexed, pulling and pushing the cat's body along the vent. There were miles of the corridors throughout the complex, though it had taken Ivan the better part of three months to map them out. Tiny cameras attached to drones had helped, though they were quickly caught. Still, his map was mostly complete. He edged forward to a drop, rolled onto his back, and pinned himself in the shaft with his shoulders and feet. He worked himself down the shaft to the next opening about thirty feet down, shuffling along with his shoulders and legs pushing out against the walls so he wouldn't fall.

Grasping the edge of the opening, the jaguar acrobatically rolled himself around as he flipped inside headfirst, then continued to crawl, maintaining as fast a pace as he dared. He wasn't sure vibration sensors would pick him up or not.

The jaguar's lips parted in a smile when he reached a grate on the left. Almost too easy. He could see dim light on the other side, though there was little to see but a bit of wood, a chair, and a black monitor. Still, Sanmer's office had been easier to find than he'd expected.

Reaching into a pouch on his hip, the jaguar retrieved a small electric screwdriver which quickly removed the bolts holding the grate in place. Delicately, Ivan pulled the grate free, then cautiously poked his head out. The office was larger than he'd expected. A large oil painting of Sanmer himself hung on the far wall, taking up a big part of the real estate. It was nearly eight feet tall. The fox was dressed in a lab coat, examining a vial of something. Audacious, but despite the size, a painting of good taste. The desk was walnut, cherry red, with a fantastically expensive-looking chair. The floor was dark hardwood. A few bookshelves built into the wall behind the desk held various leather-bound tomes. There were a few comfortable-looking chairs on the other side of the desk for guests, as well as a small table with an empty pitcher for water and a lamp. A large window looked out over a magnificent vista, but considering the fox's office was three stories underground, Ivan knew the window was simply a clever bit of design with lights and projectors.

Ivan hooked a rope-and-pulley system to the edge of the vent and leaned out, falling slowly towards the floor in a controlled descent. His electromagnetics would disrupt the camera in the corner, but the lasers... the jaguar used a can of aerosol spray to reveal them, find the source, and disable them, proving himself even more flexible and acrobatic as he maneuvered amongst the light beams.

With all the security measures disabled, Ivan took a moment to smile and relax. This was easier than he'd anticipated, but then, he'd anticipated everything.

A few taps on the keyboard and he was in. The key-logger had cracked the fox's passwords days ago; Ivan removed it from the underside of the computer where he'd placed it a few days back. Getting that part-time job as a receptionist had really advanced his timetable, making this part of the job simple.

The computer flashed dozens of screens as the information copied wirelessly to a specialized hard drive in the jaguar's utility belt. It took screenshots of every document, not copying them directly, in order to leave no trace. Time to completion: ten minutes.

The jaguar grinned and lowered himself into one of the chairs for guests, then put his feet up as he waited. Easy.

"Hi! I'm Dracee!"

Jaguars are naturally good jumpers. Ivan beat his personal best when he launched out of the chair, yowling, twirling around, landing on the far side of the desk, claws piercing the hardwood floor, eyes wide, tail straight and bushed out.

Standing behind the chair in which he'd recently sat was a strange-looking creature. Ivan's heart thumped in his chest as he stared at "Dracee," who looked vaguely feline, vaguely draconic, and altogether strange. A large, round nose protruded over a broad muzzle. Pale blue eyes, lacking any pupils, looked at him widely, framed by yellow fur, trimmed in more pale blue - Sanmer Pharma's corporate colors. The creature had two large ears, similar to a bat, with pale blue insides. The rest of him was white: white, chest, white arms, white legs. His arms and legs were curiously wide around the wrists, as though his forearms lacked wrists. His paws had yellow pads on the palms and fingers, ringed in blue. Ivan assumed his feet were the same, though the creature's digitrade legs made it hard to tell. He couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds, all together, and was no more than three feet tall, barely coming up to Ivan's hips.

The jaguar's muzzle clamped shut as adrenaline surged through his body. This... Dracee... some kind of security? He hadn't seen him around during the day. Night watch? But what was he? He looked vaguely familiar, but strange at the same time. Dracee moved around the desk, approaching Ivan, a smile still on his curiously shaped face. The jaguar backed off slowly, wincing as he had to tear his claws free of the wood. Dracee, whatever it was, was naked, though the patch of yellow fur around his hips served to hide any impropriety.

"What's your name?" Dracee asked, his voice bright and high.

Ivan didn't respond. He backed away from the desk, risking a glance at the computer. Sixty percent complete.

Dracee's tail was large, fat, almost like a bumblebee, but it was clearly a tail, despite the horizontal blue and yellow stripes. Had Sanmer... created a guard? It would explain the corporate colors of the creature's fur.

"You're not supposed to be in here!" Dracee said, eyes going wider. "It's off limits!"

Ivan suppressed a growl and circled the desk, keeping it between him and the creature. Dracee paused, standing between the desk and Sanmer's chair, studying Ivan.

"You're a burglar! I know what to do about you!" he said, his voice just as bright and cheerful as ever.

Ivan's eyes widened further when Dracee took a firm grasp on the edge of the desk with both of his curiously shaped paws. With seemingly little effort, the tiny creature shoved the desk to the side, sending it skidding across the wooden floor and into the wall. Ivan's heart dropped. That desk weighed several hundred pounds at least. Worse, there was now nothing between him and Dracee.

"Sanmer told me people like to break in here," the dragon-cat continued. "My job is to stop them!"

There was a note of pride in Dracee's voice. Ivan backed away slowly, figuring he could get to the door before the small creature could.

"You're the first one I've stopped!"

Ivan growled. "Haven't stopped me yet!" The hard drive beeped. Process complete. Whirling, the jaguar spun towards the door, paw extending, reaching, nearly there...

A white, blue, and yellow shape sped in front of him. Ivan tried to twist away, but couldn't stop his momentum. How had the small creature moved so quickly? He'd been on the other side of the room! Two heavy paws punched out, connecting solidly with Ivan's chest and belly. The jaguar sailed back across the room, landing on his backside and rolling over several times, coming to a stop near the back wall.

"Unngggg..."

Ivan coughed, absolutely winded. Surprisingly, though, nothing was broken.

"Sorry about that, but you can't leave now!" Dracee said. The dragon-cat grinned, pale blue eyes focusing on Ivan. "Sanmer said I ought to fill the ranks. So let's do that!"

Ivan sat up, still breathing hard. His chest was going to be bruised, he could tell, but no permanent damage. Struggling to his feet, he reached for the rope hanging from the vent. Arm over arm, he hauled himself up towards the beckoning darkness. He could give the creature the slip in the vents, get to the roof, and use the parachute to escape.

Except when he hauled himself over the lip of the vent, Dracee was waiting for him. The wide yellow and blue face broke into an ebullient grin as Ivan's jaw went slack.

"Hi!"

Ivan's nerveless fingers lost their grip. He fell backwards, sliding out of the vent, arms flailing and body twisting as he tried to land on his feet. He managed to twist his hips around and land somewhat gracefully, but when he stood, Dracee was there, grinning up at him.

"This is fun, but we better get to work!"

Dracee's fat tail swung around. The dragon-cat moaned as he squeezed it, shooting a large burst of blue-tinted goo across Ivan's chest, stunning the surprised jaguar.

"Sanmer said... I'd really... enjoy... this part..."

Dracee's voice had deepened, though it still sounded cheerful. Ivan trembled as he felt the blue goo dripping down his hip. It clung to his fur, coating his thigh. Dracee's white paws reached out, grasping Ivan's shoulders, pressing him back to the wall. The dragon-cat's tail smeared goo on his hands; when Dracee grabbed his wrists a few moments later, Ivan found them bound behind his back, held in the blue liquid, which hardened completely. The liquid felt smooth, almost rubbery, like warm latex pouring into a mold.

"What... what are you doing?" Ivan gasped, eyes wide as he stared up at the enlarged creature.

Dracee's throat made a churring sort of noise, like a cross between a purr and a growl.

"Sanmer said, 'Fill the ranks,'" the dragon-cat growled. "So you're the first recruit!"

More latex-like ooze squirted over Ivan's body, this time his lower back. Dracee shoved himself forward, churring at the jaguar constantly. Something warm and hard pressed into Ivan's belly. He looked down and was shocked to see a large, throbbing maleness dimpling his belly. The stalk reached up to the jaguar's pecs. It connected to Dracee's groin, complete with sheath. Where had it been before? The patch of yellow fur couldn't have covered up something of that size. Ivan realized he shouldn't have been quite so surprised. A shapeshifting, totally obedient guard dog. Sanmer was careful, and Ivan had missed it.

Ivan quickly found himself on his belly, arms still behind his back. The churring, moaning, eager Dracee straddled the trim jaguar's thighs, pulling away his clothes, which came off easily upon contact with the latex-like ooze. The blue goo splattered from Dracee's tail, further covering Ivan's backside. The dragon-cat's lengthy, girthy erection throbbed against Ivan's backside. The jaguar tried to keep his tail down, but Dracee fixed that with a bit more latex, attaching the tail to the jaguar's bound wrists.

Something warm, thick, and gooey drizzled between his shoulder blades. He didn't need to see to know it was the strange creature's erection. The liquid coated his backside evenly, hiding his rosetta'd fur under a thin layer of blue latex. Dracee's hips pulled back, paws rubbing down Ivan's sides. Soon, the thick tip was nudging between the jaguar's rump cheeks, making the feline groan. He wasn't just groaning, though, as he realized he was moaning. Strange thoughts ran through his mind, and, though he knew he ought to resist, to try to escape, it was hard to focus. He kept wanting to struggle, but then... no, he didn't.

No!

Ivan bucked, trying to push Dracee off. The jaguar's rump pushed back just as the dragon-cat's hips pushed forward, impaling the feline on the massive length. Powerful arms wrapped around Ivan's chest and belly, holding him tight as the huge maleness penetrated deeply. Almost immediately, the fight left the feline. Ivan's eyes squeezed tight as unbearable pleasure flooded his body. The pulsing member coated his insides in warm latex as it shoved in deeper, deeper, deeper... Dracee's happy churrs filled his ears as the creature's incredibly powerful body pressed down against him, pinning him to the floor.

The first few thrusts were rough. Dracee pulled out nearly all the way before grinding back in. By the third, however, the dragon-cat moaned with delight as the feline's insides grew silky smooth, warm, and tight. Latex spilled out of the cat's rump as his tight tunnel transformed into quivering rubber. Ivan could feel it too, the way his insides squeezed down on Dracee's length, milking it, teasing it, squeezing it.

The jaguar came. He couldn't stop himself. His body clenched, tight, as the dragon-cat humped him, hard and rough, in and out, over and over, filling his insides with more and more of the transformative goo. Soon, Ivan's belly bulged as the length speared him, distending his skin. Dracee leaned back, squatting on his digitrade legs, straddling Ivan's hips. One paw grasped the feline's head, pulling him back, curving his back, while the other reached around to stick one of his three fingers into the jaguar's muzzle.

Ivan groaned around the finger. It tasted warm and rubbery, not like flesh. The feline tongued it, unable to help himself, as Dracee churred eagerly behind him.

"Phase one indoctrination complete!" the dragon-cat chirped. "I'm supposed to say that when I get that part done."

"Halfway... to what?"

Dracee didn't reply and Ivan didn't repeat the question. Instead, the dragon-cat pulled free, slithering every fat, throbbing inch of his incredible length free of the writhing feline's body. His tail hole gaped, oozing blue goo, glistening in the dim light of the room.

"Commencing second stage!"

Dracee's powerful paws gripped Ivan and flipped him over. The jaguar's belly, full of the blue cum, jiggled as Dracee straddled his chest. Leaning over, it was simply a matter of aim as the enlarged creature's hips came down, shoving the dripping, goo-smeared length between Ivan's lips. The jaguar couldn't stop Dracee, hands still bound behind his back, as inch after inch after inch ground into his throat. Blue liquid drizzled out of Ivan's nostrils a few moments later as the feline's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Dracee's excited chirps and moans echoed in the room as his hips pushed down further. There was no realistic way for a cock that size to fit in Ivan's throat, but somehow, Dracee made it happen. Soon, the pleasurable feeling of rubber-on-rubber filled both males with excitement. Ivan's nostrils flared, sending goo flying, as his throat convulsed, milking the length stretching it open. The more his muzzle stretched, though, the better he felt. Dracee's paws pressed flat to the floor as his hips pounded down again and again, driving his shaft as deep as he could get it into the squirming feline.

"Phase... two... almost... com... com... complete!"

Ivan's cheeks bulged. Pale blue, rubber-like ooze bloated his face, poured from his nostrils, filled his belly even more full of the strangely delicious seed. Dracee's hard belly and thighs pressed down over Ivan's face and shoulders, getting every last bit of cock into the jaguar's muzzle and throat, making his chest swell like a balloon.

Ivan felt strange. Sure, swallowing a shaft that size wasn't a normal thing. But breathing? He wasn't even trying at this point, but felt no distress. His throat was warm and slick, feeling less fleshy all the while, just like his aching rump. His fingers clenched into his palms, but his claws were... gone? In fact, two of his fingers were gone as well. His palms were heavy and flat, with pads, but with only three fingers. The jaguar moaned as ooze clung to his body, covering nearly every square bit of him. His tail shrunk, drawing up into itself, fattening up, totally encased in the blue latex.

Dracee panted hard as he pulled his hips back. Ivan's muzzle squeezed around it the whole way out, making the dragon-cat growl with pleasure. When he was free, his spurting shaft sent waves of the pale blue latex cum splattering over the feline's body, filling in any gaps in the coverage, completely encasing him with the stuff. Ivan moaned from within as his vision was blocked. He felt so warm, so hot, so pleasurable. He came again, unable to stop the sparks of energy transforming his body. His legs shrunk, became digitrade... his fur melted away under the ooze, skin merging with the latex... nanobots in the material, passed to him from Dracee, further altered him, biologically reprogramming him, removing his old identity and installing a Sanmer-certified OS.

Dracee panted as he stood above the wriggling, cocooned form between his legs. His shaft drew back into its sheath and was soon hidden in the patch of yellow fur around his lower belly. The dragon-cat grinned and leaned down to poke the blue cocoon with a finger.

"Stage three done yet?" he chirped, a grin on his curiously-shaped muzzle.

There were a few moans and grunts from inside the cocoon, then the shape of a three-fingered paw pushing outwards, stretching the latex until it tore.

A creature of nearly identical appearance to Dracee pressed free of the latex. His fur was clean and white, with a yellow face trimmed in blue. Wide, expressive, pupil-less blue eyes stared at Dracee with a cheerful expression.

"Stage three complete!" the second dragon-cat chirped.

"Great! That wasn't too bad, was it?" Dracee asked.

He reached a paw out to help the second dragon-cat up. The new security guard's body was short, with a large, fat tail, just like Dracee's. They could have been twins.

"Okay... now, after phase three, Sanmer said I could either keep patrolling..."

Dracee felt paws grasping his belly and hips. He giggled.

"... or he said we could play first!"

The new guard chirped with excitement.

"Let's play!"

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Sanmer casually waved his ID card across the scanner. The door opened and he stepped inside the main hallway. Mid-level executives, researchers, receptionists... everyone stopped when he passed by.

"Good morning, sir."

"Morning."

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Sanmer. Sleep well?"

"Yes, exceedingly."

Pleasantries continued as he made his way towards his office, taking a lift down several floors. He hoped security would be fixed soon; with the recent incursions, he'd moved to the third subfloor as a precaution, but he preferred the top floor, with its fantastic views. What was the point of owning your own building if you couldn't enjoy the views?

"Sir, your office is on lockdown." A secretary, obviously nervous, was at the door, trying to key in an unlock code.

Sanmer scratched his chin. Lockdown meant a security breach. If he hadn't been notified, it meant the problem had taken care of itself, just as it should.

Which meant...

The fox grinned and swiped his key card. The door jam flickered green and clicked open.

"Hold my calls, please."

Sanmer slipped inside, but not before the secretary was able to see the entire inside of the room was covered in a deep layer of blue liquid... floor, ceiling, walls... everything. The secretary thought she could see two white objects rolling around in the middle of it all, but the door slammed shut before she could tell for sure.

She returned to her desk, wondering what was going on. It was always something different at Sanmer Pharma...

The end