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Test Subject Sprite

By: Shalmendo

© 2015

For: Evil Sprite

It was a lovely and beautiful day outside. The birds were singing and the sun was shining down so happily that it almost put a song in Sprite's heart. Almost. It wasn't exactly a cheerful day for the hybrid digimon, seeing as his rent was due and he didn't have any money to pay it, let alone the power and water bills. He was in a bit of a financial strait as he had no job at the moment and he needed to get one so he could pay it all off. He sighed and closed the blinds on the window, feeling distracted by the sunny disposition going on outside. Pacing around the small studio apartment, he pondered where he could get a job. He'd allready put in a few applications and hadn't really gotten anything in the way of reply. He shrugged and didn't really feel like working at that weenie on a stick place anyway, or the frozen dessert palace. He plopped down on his old and worn-out couch, and stared at the blank screen of the outdated television that had been duct taped up a few times as the casing had gotten old and cracked in a few places. At least the remote still worked.

He grabbed the remote and fingered the power button, having to push it a couple of times for the TV to come on, since the batteries were almost dead. The old screen hummed to life and he flipped through some of the channels. Game show where people win money... talk show about starting a business and making money... Somone's life story about how they got rich... Sprite grumbled, it was if the TV was mocking his situation. "I'm gonna throw you away if you don't show me something good." he muttered at it, flipping the channel a few more times...he caught the end of an infomercial about a product he didn't care about and couldn't afford anyway, then a new commercial came on. It featured a derelict studio apartment suspiciously like his own, with someone watching tv on a beaten-up couch. He smirked. Art imitated life sometimes, he thought. An announcer started taking about how people need money to live and pay their bills, how they wanted to improve their lives and so on. Sprite smirked, "Gee, someone's been watching me." he commented casually, seeing as how the commercial was so much about his exact kind of situation it might as well have been produced just for him. After a minute of this build-up the commercial moved on to it's next point, displaying a recruiting office for that massive company, LM Technologies, and discussing how such a person could become a test subject and earn a good income, as well as contributing to the future of science and the improvement of life on the world, enhancements in technology, better security, etc. While he found it all rather amusing, the potential of a wage as a test subject caught his attention. He'd heard a few minor rumors about some of the nastier things the company did to it's subjects but that was just one of those anti-corporation groups shouting stuff to try and make them look bad, probably. The news had reported on it but it looked like it was just a bunch of idiots throwing crap out and seeing what stuck, as they had no real proof of anything as far as he could tell. An address was given for one of the locations in his area, which was actually quite close by.

He pondered...they take almost anyone and he could be a good subject, couldn't he? He looks down at his white belly, he wasn't really fat or anything...he'd be a great representation of an average fur for their testing of..whatever. Maybe they'd have him taste food or try out some new clothes on him or something. Almost anything was possible..and who knows, he might get to test some of the teleporter technology they've been working on. Or even something else so secret nobody knows about it! That sounded fairly exciting to him, considering he would probably get to see all sort of secret stuff before anyone else did, and he'd get paid for it too. The payment part was the most interesting, considering his situation. He took down the address and got dressed in his shirt, jacket, pants, and sandals...he wanted to make a decent impression.

The walk wasn't particularly long, and the recruiting office was easy to find, seeing as it had a big LM gear sign on it with 'recruitment office' written on it. He pushed the glass door open and made his way inside. There were a number of other people sitting around a section of chairs, and a line of windows with letters above them, along with a machine spitting out tickets and a display for calling them. It seemed fairly organized for the most part. At least there was good entertainment on offer, seeing as there were nice holodisplay tvs hanging from the ceiling showing news and other things. He pulled a ticket from the machine and followed the instructions which directed him to the seating area. He plopped down and fidgeted a bit before staring at one of the holotvs. They made his old tv look ancient. The imagery literally popped out of the display screen and the news anchor looked like he was actually there, inside of a box. The colors were incredibly vivid, and he started to daydream about owning a TV like that in his apartment. The news clip ended and a propaganda-type feed popped up with tidbits about being a test subject, mostly reminders about things like non-disclosure, being honest in the application process, and other things. But what caught his attention was several bits about employee discounts and other benefits, like medical care an such. That sounds great, he thought to himself, I won't have to pay for a lot of that stuff, and I can by company stuff cheaper. He figured that will help his money stretch even further. More news came on and he kept staring at the fantastic holographic display it offered. But his attention was drawn when his name was announced over the PA system, loudly, followed by a window number. He hesitated, how did they know his name already? He hadn't entered it anywhere.

He was forced to dismiss his train of thought as he was called a second time. He got up and walked over to the window behind which an avian lady was seated. She clacked her beak absentmindedly as she slid a recruitment card out to him, "here you go honey, this is your recruitment card. It's basically your identify with the company for now, and will contain all of your information as a potential recruit until you actually get hired in. Don't lose it, bend it, or subject it to extreme temperatures or liquids. Do you understand?" She stared up at him expectantly. Sprite hesitated a moment, "uhh...okay, take good care of it then?" The lady nodded, "Now take your card and go to one of those terminals over there..." she pointed to a series of terminals set up in clusters near the front of the office. "slide it through the reader, and fill in the digital application. If you have any questions or problems push the 'assistance' button on the display and we'll call you over to one of our other windows. Everything clear?" Sprite nodded a bit, still trying to process it all, and the window closed. Apparently she was done talking to him. So, he picked up the card and walked over to the terminal. It looked pretty high-tech, being a small narrow terminal with a large holodisplay floating in front of it, and a place to stick the card in. He pushed the card into the slot and it was drawn in just like an ATM. The display reorganized itself and displayed pretty much what most companies would use for a job application. A lot of information was already filled in and he was being asked to verify it.

He frowned as he read through the information. It was a bit creepy how much information they already had. It was filled in with his name, address, some other personal information, and even some details on his weight, height, and other things. He dutifully told the system which information was correct, which was all of it surprisingly, and filled in the blanks. More pages came up with details on his medical history, and other important things that made sense for a test subject to clarify. This took some time but he finally got through it all. When he submitted it all a little window popped up thanking him for his time and his valuable input. It also told him that his card was now enabled for concessions in the office. He had seen the vending type machine built into one of the walls but hadn't paid any attention to it. His card was ejected back into his hand and he decided he'd see what was on offer. It was a fairly large machine and seemed to offer things like hot beverages, and small snacks. Beverages included things like coffee, hot chocolate, various specialty beverages and so on, while the snacks were things like doughnuts, pudding, chips, simple hot sandwiches, and so forth. He shrugged, noting how it'd been awhile since he ate and pushed his cart into the slot. The holographic interface animated to life and presented him with options for food and drink. He flipped through some of the options, and eventually settled on a cola and a chocolate bar with nuts in it. Both were dispensed shortly, into a small delivery area reminding him slightly of a Star Trek style replicator, but without the glowy effects.

He grabbed both, noting the coke was well chilled. He glanced at the machine as his card was returned to him, and noted how the company was doing very well in taking care of the people who came to the office, with such nice concessions. He returned to one of the open seats and popped the coke open, sipping it, then opening the chocolate bar and munching on some of it. They were both quite tasty and were a nice bit of refreshment to enjoy after spending some time putting in all that data. He wondered if he might get hired. He really could use the money, and they should know that since one of the questions was about his financial status.

He was halfway through the candy bar when his name was called again. He jumped right up and made his way to the window, which had no person behind it, instead just another machine with a slot for his recruitment card. The screen told him to insert it, so he put it in and waited. It displayed 'processing' for a few moments then the screen changed to post "Name: Evil Sprite. Application status: Submitted." after a moment the application status blinked and changed into "Denied." Followed by a printout coming out of a slot on the bottom with pretty much the same information. He sighed and shoved the candy bar into his mouth so he could take the printout, just leaving the wrapper on the counter edge. He didn't care about one little piece of trash and they denied him anyway. At least he got a free candy bar and coke out of it...not too bad for spending some time here. He waited but the card wasn't returned. "I guess they take those back and destroy them or something" he mused to himself, and turned to leave the office since there was no reason for him to be there anymore.

He finished his coke off on the way home, grumbling a little. They didn't even tell him why they denied him, wasn't that illegal? Then again it was a VERY big company and maybe they could lobby or something. He didn't really care, all he knew was that he had been denied a job as a test subject when he really needed the money. Oh well, maybe he could apply at some more fast food places or something just so he could have SOMETHING. He was tingling a bit as he walked home but he was too angry to care about it, and thought it was just him being completely livid at losing another opportunity when he needed one so badly. He made it home in what seemed like less time than usual and went to open the door to his building.

He was brought out of his frustrated musings by the fact that he bumped his head on the top of the door on his way in. He stopped and looked up at it. He'd never bumped his head like that before, since he was comparatively short to lots of other furs. Confusion crossed through his mind and he measured himself against the doorway he'd been through hundreds of times. It seemed like he was much taller than usual. This confused him more and he stepped back outside to compare himself to the building. He rubbed his head where he bumped it, then his eyes, trying to make sense of what was going on. Now that he was paying attention he could see that the building looked shorter than usual, and he was in fact rising up to meet the first floor of windows. He stared. "What the heck is going on?" he thought to himself. He wasn't given much time to think about it as the tingling that had been there started to get amplify. It felt...strange, like a really powerful case of goosebumps that was ALL OVER his body at once. He couldn't help but squirm a bit at the strange sensation. Looking down, he saw the lines in the sidewalk getting closer together, but as he looked up at the building again, seeing himself passing the first floor of windows, he realized he was actually getting larger!

He saw that the fire hydrant in front of the building was starting to look like a toy, and he reached down with his three-fingered hand to grab it. It felt small too and with a little wrenching he was able to pull it right out of the floor, producing a gush of water. "wow that was easy." he thought to himself, looking around at the street which was getting smaller and narrower as he grew further. By now, people were starting to take notice of the enlarging Sprite and were beginning to panic. The sight of people running away stirred something in him and he started to realize he had a rather nice opportunity. As he grew ever-taller he looked down at some people starting to run out of the building he lived in, he didn't know any as he kept to himself, but they were running past his feet in an amusing manner. He poked one with one of his toeclaws and they went sprawling comically, this also elicited a scream from the others who started to scatter. Gee, this was like chasing bugs. He brought his foot down on one firmly, catching the victim underneath his sandal.

The victim gave a satisfying crunch underneath his sandaled sole and that left him wanting more. The rest of the runners were in front of him and a daring chase ensued as he quickly caught up to each one and stomped down hard, getting a nice crunch with each one. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch..he was still growing so each crunch came more easily than the last one as his stride got bigger. His chase led him out to another section of street that was bigger, and busier...cars were whizzing by, and he he spotted a bus he could easily fit underneath his foot. He figured he might as well, and walked out into the street, causing an immediate panic reaction from the drivers, most of whom stepped on their brakes, and ended up getting slammed from behind. The bus itself fit nicely under his sandal as he crushed down against it, hearing the twisting and screeching of metal distantly below him as he chuckled a bit, starting to have some fun with his newfound height. He delighted in stomping around on the helpless cars, busses, and other similar vehicles that were caught in the antics on the roadway. People were abandoning their vehicles and screaming wildly. A small sound that delighted the growing Sprite. He caught a few of them underfoot, some just as they were about to make it out of their vehicles. The cars were giving even more satisfying crunches then the people were, and so he jumped around on the roadway stomping them under one, or both feet, having a good time. He noticed he was leaving impressions in the thin layer of asphalt of his sandals and he could see how they were getting bigger with each successive stomping imprint.

His attention was drawn to two or three tiny victims that seemed to be literally running out to him and he brought his sandal over for a nice crunchy stomp on top of them. Just before his sandal impacted he thought he heard one or two of them cheer, but couldn't be sure of it. By this point he saw several police cars show up, sirens wailing and rapidly weaving through some of the mess he had left behind. They were yelling something over a loudspeaker but he couldn't understand what. Exactly what didn't matter, as he watched them leave their cars and starts making motions. More victims, he thought to himself, and reached down to slip his sandals off, leaving them in the middle of the street as he set his bare feet down on the asphalt and car remains. He wiggled his toes and chuckles softly as he walked over to the policemen that had arrived, and summarily started smushing them underneath his bare soles. It felt absolutely delightful as he felt their wiggling bodies extinguished under his mighty appendages. They were completely helpless, and this stimulated him further. He snickered as he ground several of them into the asphalt, as more arrived in swat vans. All of this playtime was starting to make him rather horny as was evidenced by a bulge in his pants which was beginning to distract him. he adjusted his groin as he smushed a couple more under his heavy thick toes and licked his lips. This was starting to get rather arousing!

He reached down and picked up a helpless policeman. Little did the man know that the big sprite had a plan in mind for his tiny form...Sprite pulled his pants out and dropped the uniformed officer right into the front where his cock was bulging and let them back against his body. The sensation was ELECTRIC. He could feel the tiny man struggling against his burgeoning member, and the sensitivity drove him nuts. He moaned out a bit, getting even harder, which in turn forced that helpless policeman against his growing arousal. He reached out for another one who knew what was coming and was running away already, Sprite had to chase him down but that was relatively easy considering the size difference, and he snatched up the victim easily and dropped him into his pants as well. Both of them squirming around was quite a lovely bit of stimulation and his cock was starting to throb harder, and become rather uncomfortable from being kept inside of his pants. He shrugged and undid them, and stripped them off, revealing a skimpy thong he liked wearing underneath. As he did so he noticed a group was starting to gather nearby, and not running away like everyone else. They were just standing there looking at him while others ran past them.

He stomped his way over the group, carelessly crushing a few more helpless victims underfoot, much to his delight. Each one was giving a delightful squish-pop with his steps and his cock was throbbing against the thong. The small group of victims just stood there, staring at him as he approached..he was tempted to stomp them underfoot but figured they'd be more use in his thong instead. Towards this goal he reached down and scooped up a a couple of them, and dropped them into his thong along with the other two that had been in there. To his surprise nobody ran away and they all started shouting and gesturing at him. He reached down again, and watched them all clambering closer to his hand, as if they wanted to be his next victim.He found this mildly amusing as he grabbed up a few more and dropped them into his thong. The stimulation was incredible as the small bodies shifted and pushed against his throbbing and sensitive cock, making it throb all the harder. He realized he would need to let his monster loose and stripped off the thong as well, noting how a couple of the victims were clinging to his member in the process. He dropped it carelessly onto the sidewalk and thought the action was met by cheers as his black dick throbbed openly now. He stared down at the remainder of the group and figured they would be fun to play with...He sat down in the street and stretched his legs out in front of him, while reaching over to grab the last of the group, who seemed all too eager to get caught up in his mighty hand. They literally clambered up into it as he grabbed them up and brought them to his throbbing cock.

He had a distinct plan for them, of course, and he pushed his palm, and the 'victims' right against his cock carelessly, curling his fingers around it. He squeezed lightly as he stroked himself, moaning softly at the incredible feeling of their tiny bodies pushing against his hardened arousal. Each one was like a bump of pure pleasure in his palm and he thought he could feel them rubbing at his cock purposefully, as if they wanted to be used this way. He wasn't sure, really. Regardless, his stroking intensified as he squeezed a bit tighter and started to stroke himself towards orgasm. It was amazingly delightful with the combination of the smaller city around him and the tinies being pushed against his member so helplessly. He was having his way with them despite whether they wanted him to or not. He chewed his bottom lip as he got closer to his climax, panting softly.

Unfortunately he was interrupted, and not by police cars. He was suddenly blindsided by a tank shell. It hurt, but not very much, thanks to his enlarged size. It felt more like a BB being flung from a weak slingshot and only left a small red spot without penetrating. He dropped the tinies in his hand, which were pretty much almost spent anyway and turned his head to see a couple of tanks clumsily rolling over the mess he had made up the street towards him. He smirked and got up, quickly closing the distance and stomping onto each tank with his bare feet. Each one crunched in a most satisfying manner as he brought them down and stood right on top of them, putting his full weight on them. Amusingly each tank gave a small burst explosion under his feet which didn't hurt at all, but felt rather pleasantly warm for a brief moment. He stepped back to admire the ease with which he had crushed them, and resumed stroking his member as he stared down at the wreckage of the two 'war' machines he had fairly easily disposed of thanks to his new height. More sound in the distance caught his attention and he saw a small group of tanks starting to arrive. he was already pretty close to climax and as he watched the tanks arriving he thought about how nice it would look to cover them in his spooge. As he thought about that he stroked himself faster and harder, thinking about the tanks flooded with the white substance. A moment later he groaned as he openly climaxed powerfully right onto the battalion. All the tanks were surprised and completely overcome by the flood of seminal fluids which rushed onto them from above. The result was that all the tanks were stuck fast in the goop and completely helpless. They couldn't even fire with all the stuff gumming up their works and their barrels. This allowed the giant Sprite to relax and enjoy the afterglow of his climax. He sighed and panted for a few moments as he looked down at them struggling to get out of the mess but were unable to.

He chuckled and started to play hopscotch with how the tanks were arranged, crushing them under his massive weight, each foot slamming down on each of them in turn, turning them in flattened heaps of metal and not much else. Each one gave a small explosion as well, but due to his size they sounded, and felt, more like balloons popping under his powerful feet.

Nearby, in a secret location, a display screen was counting up the destruction caused by the giant sprite. Other displays showed views of the wreckage, body counts, and a running analysis of the subject's biosigns with a clear model of his hybrid form and various indicators outlined on it clearly. "Very good." a voice said, and a dark hand touched a series of controls... Sprite's application status popped up, and was changed from 'Denied', to 'Accepted'.