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Covert Ops: Cobalt

By Von Krieger

The massive dragoness yawned and stretched beneath the covers, drawing a soft sound of pleasure from her bedmate. Cobalt grinned and ran her taloned fingertips through the hair of one of her trainees. Dubbed Scarlet, she was easily the most talented of the dozen young men and women that were being trained as Master Morgoth's newest soldiers.

The huge black dragon had grown paranoid as of late, beginning to see potential conspiracies against him at every corner. He was eager to have a new body constructed for himself, but there was no one he trusted to carry the natal form of it. A lab-grown body had weaknesses, flaws stemming from the nutrient fluids and the machines themselves. He could not merely impregnate one of the Companions, since it was likely that their mods would carry over, and he most certainly wanted no part of being anything like his living sex-toys and trophies. Cobalt herself was out of the question, her womb was being utilized for something to help with the bodyguard project.

The sapphire dragoness sighed, hugging the comparatively diminutive Scarlet against herself, a poor substitute for who she really wanted to have against her. Cobalt had been made to be one of a pair, two identical dragonesses, save for color, both of them eagerly serving their master. She knew that Magenta and herself had once had identities aside from Morgoth's twin bodyguards, but as time went on the people they had been had mattered less and less. They had forgotten who they once were, but they knew they had been loyal to Morgoth, and that they had volunteered for what had happened to them. Magenta had given her life to save her master; both had known that their lifespans would likely be short, and that they would end up sacrificing themselves for the sake of Morgoth. But knowing that didn't lessen the loss she felt when she was not otherwise occupied.

She gave Scarlet a kiss atop her ebon hair, which would eventually be the primary way to tell her apart from the other 11 Red Guard; Ruby, Crimson, Apple, Cherry, Rose, Maroon, Cerise, Brick, Radish, Foxy, and Blush; all of them differing shades of red. Once they proved themselves to be skilled, they would be granted the proper coloration and be allowed to select the hair color of their new form.

"Call your brothers and sisters, I'd like them up and ready for sparring," the dragoness purred to her favorite trainee. Scarlet was the only one of the 12 that had been granted full on coloration. The rest had red scales upon the parts of them that had been transformed, enhanced, or upgraded, but most of them were still sporting their original skin or fur over most of their body. They were all approximately the same age, some male, some female, half were human, and the others were common Furre species. But eventually they would all be identical hermaphrodite dragonesses, and they relished the concept.

Her master had purchased them from the Ogari, an interesting race whose core philosophy involved sentient life being sacred, and all efforts were to be taken to preserve it. They were a low grade hive mind, individuals gathered together into mental communities. Ogari Parental Guidance Clinics were a common sight, and their method of birth control was a bit strange, but also rather cheap; fetal transfer into a willing Ogari mother. With their mastery of genetic engineering and teleporter technology it was quite easy. Through with centuries of contact with outside races, the Ogari themselves were rather watered down as a species. Ogari seemed to become more of a philosophy or a way of life with each passing decade; though they all shared the minor telepathic capabilities.

A pregnant female was the ideal of beauty to the Ogari, being filled with life was an ideal for each of them. Sexuality mattered little to them, and it amused Cobalt that Ogari males tended greatly towards being 'bottoms,' since it was regarded as being more feminine. Scarlet had been the most sexually submissive male out of the dozen, and she was quite proud of being the first Red Guard to start having her gender shifted towards the ideal template.

Being of many different races made things more complex and difficult for the Ogari, but in recent years they'd taken to a uniform education process and mental alteration using technologies from other races. Taking care of the community was what mattered to them. Though physically different, each new Ogari began life with essentially the same upbringing and education as all the others in their particular mental community. As a result some less scrupulous communities would, on occasion, sell off excess juvenile population to the highest bidder. Having a troop of individuals in natural telepathic contact with one another made for very effective soldiers and guards. Thus Morgoth had purchased the biggest lot that he could.

Cobalt had been somewhat upset that her duties would alter the situation. Her master had taken to having one of his trophy pets sleeping with him at night to see to his pleasures and to defend him if it came to that. The dragoness did not trust mental programs to ensure loyalty. She could not trust Cinder to sacrifice herself to save her master the way Cobalt would, which was likely the reason Morgoth no longer favored her. She reminded him of Magenta, which reminded him of his close brush with the pirates, which could have ended in death or imprisonment, which would likely have had him auctioned off to one of his many enemies, which would also equal death. The great dragon never left the planet anymore, he seldom ventured outside the building anymore, so paranoid was he about attack. Cobalt reminded him of his own mortality, and so he now longer wanted her at his side.

"They're getting up, Mistress," Scarlet said softly, her scaled hands caressing Cobalt's rounded belly, making the sapphire dragon sigh with delight.

The Ogari gift was not something that could be easily granted outside the womb, the process started well before the individual was born. It could be granted to an adult, but only to a female with the proper equipment. Essentially Cobalt had an organic computer implanted into her womb. It was still growing and adapting to her particular genetic code and it was having difficulties with all her additions and modifications, but in another month or two she would no longer need Scarlet to direct the Red Guard for her. The implant had cost Morgoth more than 12 teenaged Ogari.

Even a rudimentary scan of Cobalt's biology indicated the same 'suicide bomber' capacity that had allowed Magenta to atomize a goodly portion of the pirate's flagship, and herself along with it. There hadn't even been a funeral for her. She would've taken it better if there had been remains of her beloved sister to lay to rest. But there was nothing left of her other half, just space dust.

"You're crying again, Mistress," Scarlet said softly, her lavender eyes looking up at Cobalt with concern.

"Just remembering family," Cobalt said, sitting up. "Have everyone hit the showers and then meet in the banquet hall for breakfast. Make sure that it is free of clientele. Though Councilman Chen gave an increased payment after Apple and Cherry dislocated his shoulder forcibly removing him from Radish, Master Morgoth insisted that I remind you that not all our clients see a good fight as an aphrodisiac."

Scarlet bowed. "As you say, Mistress."

-o-

Cobalt panted beneath the shower's spray. One of the disadvantages of having so many bodily modifications from so many differing companies, governments, and even entirely different species was that at times they would often clash and produce strange side-effects. Kriegan was very skilled at what she did, but all she knew was Leiaou tech. Recently her master had been testing out not only Ogari bio-technology, but some Vorrellian implants as well.

They were a strange, ancient race. You seldom saw actual Vorrel, only their products. Unlike Leiaoutan engineered creatures, which were essentially normal races with a few things added on, Vorrel creatures were more like constructs. They were created purely to perform a specific role. They literally did nothing aside from perform the tasks they were designed for. Morgoth had only acquired a few engineered organs, implanting them in Cobalt to see how well they worked for the purpose of seduction and sexual pleasure before having something similar placed in one of his top earning Companions.

They worked quite well, Cobalt could stir up the desires of nearly any male or female from across the room; targeted pheromones that worked on a specific individual. She merely needed to have a genetic sample to work with. A mere brush of her hand over her target's skin and she could have them drooling with lust, unable to resist taking her then and there if she so desired.

But as Morgoth had expected, it had increased the dragoness' sex drive almost exponentially. It seemed as if she had to climax several times a day, or else she felt painfully swollen in places. The Ogari bio-computer and the seduction implants seemed to feed off of one another, leaving Cobalt's rounded belly sensitive to the touch, making her entire midsection an erogenous zone when she was aroused. Her morning shower was enough to drive her to climax several times, without even needing to lay a hand on her body.

It was annoying and obnoxious, it was getting in the way of her work as her master's bodyguard and trainer of his new security force, but Cobalt found herself enjoying it nonetheless. It made her feel like a proper individual, rather than something like the Vorrel products she'd seen. They frightened her. They were all single-minded, focused entirely on the tasks they were to perform day after day. They had little personality to them and had no interest outside of their roles. They were bodyguards and only bodyguards. When they weren't seeing to security matters they were training, eating, or sleeping.

The ones with more social roles did tend to appear more normal, like the receptionist Morgoth had purchased. Unlike the others she participated in small talk, office gossip, and even slept around. But Cobalt's keen nose could tell that the green-hued human girl with the pointed ears was, quite literally, getting off on it. Her body rewarded her with sexual pleasure for performing secretary-type behaviors and showing those interests.

She did her job quite well, and she smelled absolutely delightful. Cobalt made it a habit of taking the girl into a closet and working off the growing sexual desire that filled her throughout the day. The girl enjoyed it, and seemed to be comforted by the attention from another with a bit of Vorrel anatomy. Typically Vorrellian constructs worked in entire teams. It was rare to have an individual working for a single employer. Though her master had expressed the idea of getting rid of all the receptionists and secretaries he employed and have them replaced with Vorrellian constructs. Since they were made from scratch with a very limited mentality and that Vorrel law had little to do with individuals the constructs were typically lifetime purchases. Feed them, clothe them, and give them a place to live and you had free workers. Of course Leiaoutan law frowned on this, so the Vorrel had them 'iterated.' Essentially brought back and altered with a few small improvements and had unimportant memories removed, satisfying the letter of the law laid down by this planet's government.

Cobalt sighed as she shut the water off, her master had been thinking about getting Vorrellian bodyguards, but she'd advised against their purchase. They did not think very creatively and the demonstration models had failed in several key tests that Cobalt had arranged. She much preferred the technologies that had gone into her creation, and they had worked well thus far. Her master seemed to be more interested in costs and pure control rather than quality. His new purchases and hire-ees were ones that were completely and utterly unable to rebel against him.

Even the way he made Companions had changed. He used to take pride in his trophies, like Cinder, having thought up some punishment that was both terrible and wonderful. The former pirate would find himself increasingly enjoying the more he explored was his new quadrupedal, hermaphroditic body had to offer. Of course unceasingly loyalty to his, now her, new master would be a part of the package. But even some weeks after Cinder and her sister had been 'freed' they still remained within the building, with no will to leave. That was much more interesting and much more of an actual punishment than just wiping the mind clean and placing the template of a skilled whore on top. Comparing Tawny, the most recent companion, to Shimmer, one of the first, and you found two very different creatures.

Tawny was shy, timid, and did her job because it was the only thing she knew how to do. She did what she was told by her clients, and had no initiative of her own. Shimmer, on the other hand, latched onto little quirks and fetishes of her customers', she'd managed to draw a curiosity about being taken by someone with a male member, and coaxed that into a full on transformation into a cock-craving shemale. That had always amused her, making clients into employees.

But Morgoth had little interest in having his pets go above and beyond the call of duty recently. It upset Cobalt, who had seen her master's rise, and was worried about the inevitable fall. Perhaps it was the lack of competition? The absence of a challenge or any sort of vast goal to strive for? There was nothing to motivate her master to do better, and thus his empire began to stagnate. Cobalt found herself wishing something would happen to shake things up.

She would be cursing her idle thoughts a few hours hence...

-o-

Cobalt cared little about the carpets and flooring beneath her feet, she dug in her sharp claws with each step, helping to lend speed to her flat out run as she hurtled through the hallways.

She couldn't believe the audacity of the individual. Not only was he trying to steal one of the Companions, but at the moment he was squaring off one on one with her master! Morgoth had the best body money could buy, and it was likely that the intruder was already ashes and dust by now, but the alarm still blared in her head.

Other security agents had responded, but they had been taken care of, some knocked unconscious, others incapacitated with broken bones, still more with terrible burns from plasma claws on their bodies. Cobalt could scarcely believe it. The power source required, as well as the intricate circuitry needed for the things made them inefficient. If you had plasma claws put in, you couldn't possibly add dermal plate armor to the arms, shoulders, or neck.

Not to mention they were highly illegal for civilians. Was there an undercover member of some police agency? A spy from an offworld government? Or had one of the many mercenaries gotten drunk and decided to take a prized sex toy home with him?

The dragoness rounded the corner, hearing the tell-tale hiss as stray dust and water vapor in the air burned on the intruder's plasma claws. She heard a bellow and the sizzle of flesh as Morgoth was struck by the crazy client. It made her eyes widen. She'd never imagined that her master could possibly be injured in a fight.

"I ought to rip your wings off for what you've done!" growled an unfamiliar voice. Male, probably, sounding like one of the smaller mammalian races of Furre, likely a fox judging from the slight accent.

Morgoth cried out in pain as Cobalt stepped into the room. She was incredibly confused, for her master's opponent was a relatively tiny fox. He barely stood over five and a half feet in height, and the black dragon should easily have been able to pick him up and throw him across the room with one hand.

Blue tinted blood leaked from Morgoth's nose, as well as from several plasma claw gashes that hadn't been cauterized immediately upon impact. The fox had her master down on his knees, and was perched on his back, gripping both of the dragon's wings at the second joint, both feet dug in between the shoulder blades. Due to the nerves and muscles required for flight, an additional pressure point was created in that spot, the pressure caused the flight muscles in the chest and back to tighten, essentially immobilizing the arms and torso. It was essentially impossible to fix if you wanted a six limbed, bipedal, flight-capable form.

A pair of muffled pops preceded a blood curdling scream of agony from her master as the fox dislocated Morgoth's wings. He released the dragon, who fell to the floor, whimpering with pain. He held out a hand to the Companion tigress, who looked on with wide, frightened eyes.

"I... I'm not..." she whispered.

"Yes, you are." The fox insisted, "Generic tests confirm it. You even have several components with genetic markers showing them as being part of a lot purchased by the Galaxan Rangers. You're one of us!"

"No, she's not," Cobalt said with a growl, stepping from her place in the doorway. "She is my master's property, and she will be staying here!"

The relief upon the feline's face showed. Cobalt felt her rage rising. Not only had this fox hurt her master, not only had he caused havoc in her home, but he had also terrorized one of the sweetest and most innocent of the Companions.

"Cut your losses and leave now, and you'll get to keep your head on your shoulders," Cobalt growled.

The fox put himself between the tigress and the dragoness, "I'm not leaving without her. You can't just steal people off of the streets and enslave them. She's my friend, and I'm taking her with me!"

Cobalt chuckled. "Is she? Is she really your friend, fox? Her body might once have been, but her mind is something my master created. You don't want to leave, do you, Tawny? You want to stay right here and serve your master like a good pet should, don't you?"

The fox looked back for a moment as Tawny spoke, "I... I..." she stammered, having never even given a thought that she might have been someone else before, let alone have it confirmed by her master's guardian.

It was all the distraction Cobalt needed. She raced forward intent on backhanding the intruder's head right off his shoulders. The fox moved his head, seemingly ever so slightly. The blow ruffled his hair and the tops of his ears, but did not cause any damage. He darted right at Cobalt, lowering his head and slamming it into her sternum, the blow aimed perfectly, avoiding her breasts and belly.

"Tawny, come with me. Anyone who makes a pregnant dragoness fight for them is too evil to give your loyalty to."

If Cobalt had been a normal creature, the blow would have knocked the wind out of her. But she was far from normal, and the impact merely sent her back half a step. She pivoted immediately, aiming her tail towards the center of the fox's body mass. Again he ducked, pushing her tail up with one hand as he dropped to one knee.

The dragoness' eyes went wide as pain shot through her body for a moment before her mental computer shut off the signal. The little bastard had just punched her in the groin! The fox moved back a few steps, a grossed out look on his face as he shook his hand.

"I think you're leaking," he said, trying to get Cobalt's sexual juices off of his fur.

"I'm not leaking!" the dragon growled, "I was right in the middle of something when you decided to steal my master's property!"

The fox grinned. "I thought I heard a pneumatic jackhammer when I was coming in."

Cobalt sputtered for a moment before roaring in rage and lunging at her tormentor. The fox was fast, he almost managed to evade her grasp, but she just barely managed to catch hold of his tail. He yelped as Cobalt spun, using her incredible power to pull him along with her weight. The fox was heavier than he looked, but Cobalt was still more than strong enough to toss him across the room. Drywall turned to dust and studs snapped as the fox impacted with the barrier.

Startled shrieks from the other side told Cobalt that she'd just thrown him into the Companion living quarters. She needed to get him into the lab and somehow get him into one of the containment tubes. Even if she was in there with him, they could both be quickly sedated and then she could be extracted, and the fox could be made into her master's next trophy.

She leaped through the hole after him, landing on all fours, eyes darting around to find her opponent. The dust in the air complicated things, and the presence of several of the companions and the guards that had been stationed in the room in case there was a plot to make off with more than one of the girls confused things greatly for her heat sensors. Her sonar found him almost immediately, as he was hefting a chair to throw at her. Or maybe it was a loveseat. Cobalt swatted it aside, snapping its framework, the springs within giving sounds of protest at the impact. She lunged at the fox once more, only to have him jump, kick off the wall, and soar over her head. Her eyes widened as he grabbed her wings, planting both feet between her shoulder blades.

The pain and immobilization never came, for there was a growl and an impact on the fox, the weight removed from her back. Cobalt turned to find Cinder chasing after the startled intruder, the massive quadrupedal vixen surprisingly agile and light on her feet. The flame-hued creature was half again as large as Cobalt, and more besides, as her heavy frame was meant for moving about in the manner of a beast. It allowed for more predatory power to be packed onto it. She wasn't anywhere near as enhanced as Cobalt, but her sheer size meant typically they were equals for strength.

The fox was most definitely unarmored, and it took all he could to avoid Cinder's sharp teeth. The vixen could easily clamp down and remove a limb on his much smaller body. Once again he sprung off the wall and onto his opponent's back, wrapping his arm tightly around Cinder's throat, pulling his wrist back with the other one, seeking to choke her. It was the perfect way to take her out of the fight, for her body's construction made it impossible for her to reach the pest upon her back, or to claw at the arm around her neck. She tried with a back leg, but the fox kicked it to the side.

The dragoness shook off her momentary disorientation and charged once more, seeking to give the fox the pain he deserved. But he got his feet under him, pushing himself almost perpendicular to Cinder, while still maintaining the choke. He lashed out with a foot, sending Cobalt off balance, tripping over the remains of the loveseat she'd smashed. She found the fox's leg around her throat, locked behind the opposing knee, his ankle behind one horn, pushing her into the choke.

Despite all her mods, Cobalt's organic brain still needed oxygen to function. She could feel herself beginning to black out. The cybernetic portion of her mind scanned over her options as she found her claws ineffective. The fox had sub-dermal armor plating on his legs, and all Cobalt could do was cause mild discomfort as she slashed surface skin.

Her cyber-mind came up with a potential option, but signaled that the outcome was likely one she wouldn't like, what with her master's preference for heightening and enhancing. But it was an option that would work. With a wince she triggered the release of her pheromones from all of her Ogari implants, focusing on the fox. Her own lust surged to an incredible degree. She felt like she had to bury her cock within something immediately, less it explode from the sheer needful pressure that had suddenly appeared.

The grip on her neck loosened, allowing Cobalt to gasp for breath. She heard the fox moan softly and Cinder cough and wheeze and then yelp with surprise as she was groped.

"I feel funny," The fox murmured softly. "Mmm... I think I need a great big soft vixie to cuddle..."

Cinder snorted and clamped down on the fox's tail and began dragging him off. Cobalt nearly growled at that, a tiny male intruder, someone she could be as rough with as she wanted. She wanted to let loose, and the armored body of the fox could easily take the punishment. She needed sex so badly... but there was something else she had to do.

"L-lab," she managed through clenched teeth. "In the tubes," the dragoness groaned to Cinder.

The vixen's many tails wagged, telling the dragon that she understood. With a grunt of effort she lifted the fox from the ground, leaving him to dangle.

"Where we goin' sexy vixie?" the male fox slurred, mind nearly overcome with lust as Cinder carried him off.

Cobalt sighed, dropping to her knees. She found herself continuing to throw off pheromones, non-targeted this time. She needed sex and was going to make sure she got some.

There was a soft yelp from beneath one of the beds, and Cobalt grinned and reached beneath dragging out one of the Companions. Patches, the chimera. Not Cobalt's first choice for a fucktoy, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and she seemed content enough to cling to the dragoness as she slipped her cock into the Companion. She wasn't supposed to touch the merchandise, but after having saved Tawny from abduction, Cobalt figured she'd earned this.

Gods, no wonder someone would want to steal one of them, the feeling was absolutely incredible...

-o-

"Wipe out his mind. Everything. I don't want the slightest scrap of personality to remain. If the son of a bitch even keeps the same favorite color, I'll consider it a failure and take out my rage on you!" Morgoth growled to Kriegan.

The dragon was not in good shape. The medical technician was still grabbing supplies, and the thief was already occupying the reconstruction cylinder of the Leiaoutan machine. He could easily be swapped to one of the two suspension tubes, but Morgoth wasn't going to risk another humiliating defeat. He could barely even stand upright, having to lean on Tawny to keep him from pitching forward, and relying on Hailey to keep him upright and not bent over, where his wings would try and bend and send bolts of agony through him.

"Yes sir, full mental deletion and reconstruction," Kriegan said softly, her thin frame quivering with fear.

"Only minimal genetic alterations, though. I want you to be able to duplicate every modification he has. He's pumped full of military grade shit, and I want it. I want everything he has that allowed him to beat my two best bodyguards. Also, I want you to contact the Ogari, snag some more of their stuff to add onto Cobalt. The seduction glands are the only reason why we're still in business with all my property here, rather than in some general's boudoir," Morgoth said through clenched teeth.

Kriegan noticed that dragon referred to the fox as beating his bodyguards, rather than himself. She also noticed that he was attributing this attack to the plots of a mercenary general. He'd been ranting almost non-stop about someone wanting to cut in, using military might to snag his territory and go into the whoring trade for their own.

Truth be told, the fox didn't have too much in the way of combat mods that were better than Morgoth's. The best of them were only 25% superior, and those weren't even in areas her boss cared about. She kept the knowledge to herself, though; he wouldn't want to hear it. The non-combat mods the fox did have, however, were rather interesting and the feline herm would be spending weeks looking them over, seeing how they worked and how to duplicate them.

The dragon grinned and chuckled, running a taloned hand through Tawny's hair. "Since he wanted to be with my pretty kitty so bad, let's give her a little sister. But keep enough of the fox in him so I can see what he used to be."

Kriegan nodded, shifting her body to cover a large warning on the screen before Morgoth could see it. She felt blindly for the button to clear it, but she need not have worried. The dragon's eyes were unfocused and he seemed quite focused on fantasizing about his revenge.

"A pair of pretty kitty sisters. Why didn't I think of this before? I think the customers would love to have a wonderful little incestuous party between half-siblings. Give her the background, make her just adore her big sister her. Make her naïve, shy, sweet, insecure, feeling ill at ease if her big sis is ever out of her sight for a few moments. He wanted her, he's going to get her. He's going to get the shakes and throw up if he ever gets more than a few rooms away from her," Morgoth laughed. "Tawny and Tabby, my perfect tigress trophy twins."

"Very well, sir." Kriegan said, turning to the console to hide her smile at what the scan had showed her. An interesting modification. A very interesting mod indeed.