The Job - Part 9 - The Auction
#9 of The Job
The intruders make their intentions clear as Stan and Emily are thrust into a world they never knew existed.
Chapter 9 - The Auction
"Ready?" the voice called out from behind the figure.
Sighing the dog-thing reached behind its back and pulled out a long metal rectangle. With a flip of the creature's wrist, the rectangle expanded and cracked open into a rifle of some sort. Yellow-colored electricity arced across its long extruded rectangular barrel as it clicked into place. The weapon emanated a humming noise that grew to a high-electronic screech before going silent in the creature's hands. The creature aimed the weapon, almost casually, squarely at Stan's face. The dog-thing pulled a stock out of the gun's back and braced it against his shoulder. Stan shrunk back, the barrel was being aimed squarely at him. He hesitantly raised his large hands signaling his surrender.
"All clear," the dog-thing said cautiously as he continued to scan the room. His mouth was full of twin rows of sharp teeth that seemed like they barely fit in his mouth. His eyes were hidden behind the armored mask seemingly bolted to the sides of his furry face. Stan's mouth was open in shock, unable to fully process the intruder's animalistic details.
"Ahh good," the voice outside announced as Stan heard gingerly-taken footsteps kick through the trash.
"Uckk!!! I hate the Heaps, why are inducts always in the Heaps?!" The voice said in frustration while Stan heard inarticulate stomping through the trash outside their home.
"So this is the Young...residence?" A woman appeared inside the doorway, behind the dog-thing. Her voice was breathless from the exertion of making her way through the manicured piles of trash Stan was sure had been toppled by whatever craft brought her to their home. She was a trim woman, dwarfed by the armored creature and even a fair bit shorter than Emily. Stan's heart pounded in his chest. He tried to repress the anger, the feelings of intrusion. Despite his best efforts his massive erection still jutted out from his groin. The flesh of his male-hood felt so hard that it almost ached.
The woman's dark hair was pulled back tightly in a bun and she wore a long sharp black dress so featureless it made her look like a single dark column of rock. Her round face was pale and nondescript. She daintily stepped over the transom into the kitchen.
"Put that thing away," she pushed on the top of the weapon indicating for the creature to lower it.
"Stage two's aren't-" she stopped in her tracks, looking directly at his naked form. Stan had never felt so naked in his life as he did at that moment. Being nude in front of his wife of so many years was one thing. This was something else entirely. He cursed the column of meat rising from his crotch. But he was frozen in place, taking in the scene unfolding in front of him.
"Blue...is that..." the woman gasped in disbelief, her eyes widening.
"You...you're Stan Young?" She gulped before continuing. Her wide gray-irised eyes met his.
Stan didn't know what else to do as he weakly nodded his head. His body felt drained of energy as he slipped down the support pole. Its cold metal pressed insistently on the sensitive space between his cheeks as he slid down towards the floor. Finally, with a heavy *thump* he landed on his rear cheeks.
"I...uhh...do apologize about your...home, I tried to upload my personal assistant to your house and it seems to have...killed it," she said as she looked around, seemingly anxious to look elsewhere, scrunching her face.
"Oh and...ahh...let's see here...Emily Young," she announced while swiping open a shimmering holographic display in mid-air near her face. She closed it quickly and scanned the room before finding Emily, who had taken refuge under the cabinet from the minor-earthquake her ship had caused. Emily was still clutching their few unbroken glass jars against her chest. The woman looked back towards him, her eyes a confusing mix of excited and confused.
"Oh yes, I..should introduce myself. I am Laxantica Sur Retanacho, Inglestoff surveyor class six, but you can both call me Lex," she smiled weakly. She paced around the dog-creature inspecting the room as the small light drones repositioned themselves out of her way.
"Whrrtt...what are you doiNNGHHurrrr here?" Stan managed to groan out. The monster in him wanted to fight the intruders. To protect his domain. He was struggling to maintain control. His heavy nuts roiled in their sack. It was taking all his willpower to not massage the ache growing in their tight expanse.
"I see here that you have...four children," she said, bringing up the hologram again. A faint light flickered behind her eyes as she took in the information.
"Kevin, Lilly, Ethan, and...Charlotte. Somebody was splurged for that name," she paused and pursed her lips as if realizing she was talking aloud.
Thinking of his kids made Stan's stomach twist and bunch. The mention of their children was a painful antidote to the anger and lust swirling through his blood. He ground his teeth together at the thought of them seeing him like this.
She turned back to face Stan suddenly. Her gray eyes were unreadable as they reflected the shining drones. He barely cared now that he was still sporting a huge throbbing erection between his legs in front of these strangers.
"Stan...I can call you Stan? You are...I haven't seen anything like this before honestly," she stammered awkwardly. She swiped her hands in the air producing a large display in the air. The display shimmered and filled the home with a green-blue light.
"This level of genetic integration...I don't know how you survived the Haverness Hump. It looks like they..." she went silent as she read.
"Huurrr...what..." he moaned, his neck tensed as his head strained forward. She was keeping something from him. His head hurt. The pounding in his skull was getting worse. Stan used his arms to try to stabilize himself as they wrapped around his sides. Even with the thoughts of their children seeing him as the monster he was he felt like he was going to lose his grip. His nostrils snorted gales of hot air.
"Th- they coded your a sex drive somewhere ten to twenty times normal. Enhanced primary sexual characteristics...I have never seen Equs with a rating this high alive," she said as she backed up towards the protection of the armored creature. Her eyes glanced looking towards Emily. The dog thing's weapon didn't waver, its barrel still pointed squarely at his long equine head.
"To be this far along at stage two...and this level of integration...it's like you were born to be a horse," she said in some mix of abject shock and barely-contained excitement. Lex quickly panned through screen after screen as if trying to find a rebuttal in her system to what she was seeing. Her eyes darted down as she rubbed her temples in obvious stress. Stan felt like he could almost smell it on her as he took in her scent.
"Emily, if you don't mind joining us up front?" The woman asked as she composed herself and adjusted the hem of her already straight dress.
Emily struggled to get up, accidentally dropping and shattering one of the jars she was protecting in the process. She knelt to pick up the shattered glass. Stan wanted badly to help her. But before he could get up Emily had abandoned the shards littering the area around the shelving and hobbled towards them. Her shoes crunched sickeningly through the broken remains of their valuables. Stan could tell she was scared. It made him angry to see her like this. His heart beat faster in his chest. His still-engorged cock bobbed in the air. The angry-red mushroom tip of his penis pointed towards the creature with its large puckered urethra.
Emily was forced to walk around the dog-thing, which she did as quickly as she could before sitting next to him on the floor. Her small body snuggled up to him tightly. Her eyes focused on the imposing creature holding a gun at his head. Stan felt the swelling need to protect her. He snorted deeply through his nostrils as his large balls pulled up between his thighs. A wash of hormones felt like it was being pumped into his blood.
"Oh don't worry about Blue," The woman said as she saw Emily's fear.
"He's all bark, no bite," she joked as she tapped the canine's fortified shoulder.
"Don't do that," the creature growled lowly at the touch, lights flashed across his visor but he stood his ground stoically.
"What..what is he?" Emily gasped as she pressed herself harder against his side. He could feel her thin body shaking against him.
"Oh? Oh yes! I'm sorry about that! Is he the first Lupi you have seen?" Lex asked, seemingly taken aback at her faux pas.
"I would suppose not, out of your price-range, so-to-speak," Lex answered her question. She wore a derisive smile across her face before realizing what she was doing and replacing it with artificial neutrality.
"He's a wolf-type, mostly used for mil-work. He's my assigned muscle but mostly helps with clean up after-" Lex quickly stopped talking realizing she was saying too much.
"Is he...like me?" Stan felt a sinking feeling realizing what he was seeing. Lex seemed taken aback at the question.
"No! No! Well...sorry, he is. I mean he used to be human if that's what you're asking," she said as she stroked the wolf's arm almost lovingly.
"Wolves and dogs are a dime a dozen honestly. Could have been a debtor like you both or from the orphan pool. Doesn't matter now, his ingest wiped his history so who knows?" She shrugged, her eyes distant as she panned through the floating glowing screens. She looked up from her display for a moment, "I can assure you he's not for...what you are for," she smirked.
Stan looked at Emily, her eyes were as wide as plates. She was looking between the wolf and him. He could see the concern in her eyes and a deep dread that filled his gut. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her that wasn't his face. But it felt like a lie. Stan knew he had signed everything away with that contract. He couldn't bear to lead her on. Emily would see right through it anyway.
"Is..is that true?" She weakly asked Lex.
"Rrrhhh....yes," Blue cleared his throat before answered bluntly with a deep growl, surprising Emily so much that Stan felt her body jump against his side. Stan's ears strained towards the creature, unsure what to make of it.
"My job is to keep new ingests in line," the wolf said matter-of-factly like it was the most normal thing in the world to be a giant talking armored wolf. It was only then that Stan noticed a long dark-blue furred tail swaying behind the creature.
"I'm sorry but we have to move on. We have four more stops scheduled today," Lex interrupted as she detached a small pod from the plating on the wolf's arm. Opening it she produced a small syringe-looking device with five long needles.
"I'm going to have to upload you to the marketplace before the contract can go into effect. Payments will start immediately after the bidding process," Lex explained as she jockeyed the syringe in her hand. The light behind her eyes began syncing with the small pinpricks of light on the device.
"Blue, get him up," Lex gestured towards where Emily and he were huddled together on the floor. The wolf began walking forward, sheathing his still-expanded weapon against his back with a magnetic click. Stan felt his legs kick underneath him unconsciously as he recoiled from the advancing figure.
"Please don't struggle, if you want to get paid you have to submit," she tried to explain as Blue was suddenly on top of him. His movements were efficient, calculated, like a machine.
"No! Wait...that hurrrrhttts!!! What are youhhh doing?!" Stan snorted as he attempted to fight off the wolf's painful grip. His large fists impacted hard armor as he thrashed and kicked. Blue chuckled viciously, totally unaffected by the onslaught. The wolf tightened his grip and hoisted Stan's body up out of Emily's terrifying embrace. Despite the wolf's impossible strength, he could hear the motors in the armored suit straining. Blue's sharp claws carelessly pricked his skin drawing small dots of crimson blood along his upper arm.
"No! HURGH...What are youthhh doing! RNNGHH!!" He moaned as he struggled to free himself.
"This will hurt a bit," Lex said as Blue pinned his arms behind his back with one paw and wrapped his free arm around Stan's thick neck in a vice-like headlock. Stan whined, it felt like he was being simultaneously choked and having his arms ripped off by the machine-enhanced beast.
Lex squared up the needles before pressing them deep into his arm. The metallic spines pierced so deep it felt like the syringe-device touched his bone. He cried out as he struggled to escape but Blue was too strong. Lex pressed a small button on the syringe before releasing it, leaving it embedded in his arm.
"You're hurting him! Please, you have to stop!" Emily cried out. Stan could feel her grasping fruitlessly at the wolf's armor. She was crying, pleading with them for his release.
"Please Emily, this is just standard procedure," Lex said while keeping her distance. She flicked two fingers to the side signaling something to Blue. Stan felt the wolf holding him shift his stance for a moment, one of the creature's paws left the floor. He couldn't turn his head enough to see what was happening. The next thing he heard was the sickening thud of his wife's body hitting the floor.
"Em? Emily? What did you do?!" Stan asked in alarm. His wife's cries for his safety suddenly silenced.
"Em? What's hrrr...wrong? What happenedhhh? EMILEEHHRGHH!!" He screamed, his voice deepening as the monster he was becoming ripped at the back of his mind.
"I have to say I am impressed you survived the Hump. You didn't even kill anybody, not even your wife over there," Lex looked down at Emily. Any pretense of her being on his side was gone. Stan was seeing red. If they hurt his wife... his mate. His muscles twisted and swelled under his skin. His erection somehow engorged itself with even more of his blistering-hot blood. Foam began forming in the corners of his mouth.
"Hey calm down, calm down. It's just a little kick, nothing, a few med patches, and a level seven diagnostic won't fix," Lex assured him. "You'll have the first of your credits as soon as tonight," she added.
Stan felt his entire body bunch-up like a coiled spring. He wanted to hurt them. He wanted to tear them apart. The beast inside of him was clawing at his mind. His muscles burned. The monster demanded to be let free.
"Most of the time we are on ingest cleanup crew. Numbers are still super low, everybody wants a shot at the lottery," Lex smiled wickedly. "But you...you are something else, I think you are going to fill my quota for the whole month, maybe more."
Stan bucked at his restraint, the harder he pulled the tighter Blue held him.
"Ahh don't worry, you should count yourself lucky! The v-twenty-one Equs have all the kinks worked out, just two batches ago all their ribs were bursting out of their chests, disgusting, you can't imagine the smell," she quipped as she paced around the room looking through the holographic display in front of her.
"That's not even the worst, you should see some of the cases we deal with. Just yesterday we visited this woman barely through stage one. Bug in the system reported she was at stage four. Some sort of cow I think? Multiple breasts out to here," Lex mimed something approaching watermelons extending from her chest with her hands.
"She was covered in blood, leaking milk everywhere, holding onto her dead-" Lex's story was interrupted by the beeping of the syringe in his arm. She wasted no time extracting it, unceremoniously pulling the long needles from his flesh. Stan snorted defiantly as she placed the syringe-thing back into its case and closed it. A small light illuminated the case and began to flash in time with the light behind her eyes. Lex looked away, leaving Stan held in place by the stoic wolf.
"I'm uploading now, we will begin momentarily," she said seemingly to nobody. Even in his rage, Stan realized she was talking to somebody remotely through her implants.
"Yes that's correct," Lex answered somebody as she paced around their living room, idly kicking the broken remains of the glass jars on the floor. Stan couldn't help but gasp as the wolf tightened his grip around his throat. He was close enough he could feel the canine's hot breath on the back of his neck. The anger beating in his chest was making it hard to think. He strained against Blue's powerful arms but it was no use.
"Agent four-zero-five-nine. I can guarantee authenticity, no modifications. Yes, class-one Equs. All other details should now be visible. If that's all, let's begin," she said as she turned to face away from him. Her heavy boot tapped impatiently as she crossed her arms over the small rise of her chest. Lex stood there in silence, waving her hands in the air at a series of holographic screens. Minutes passed. Stan tried desperately to glance in Emily's direction but the wolf wasn't allowing him to turn his neck.
"Wrapping up in five seconds. Wait. No. No. Please double-check that. No, sir, that's not-" she stopped suddenly in her tracks. She turned back to face him with an expression of authentic terror.
Stan's blood was boiling. He didn't care what was happening. He wanted to take care of his wife. They hurt her. He was going to kill them. The anger and concern circled around and around in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about her prone slumped body just out of sight. His imagination was running wild.
"W..wait, please, that's too-" Lex stuttered in shock. Her arms were a flurry in the air before suddenly going limp as they flopped to her sides. Her eyes turned towards Stan with something approaching spite. She stared at him for a long time, her lips pursed.
"I don't know what just happened..." she muttered. "You have a sponsor..." she continued staring into the middle distance.
"He...outbid all the conglomerate funds, I...don't..." the light in her eyes flashed rapidly.
"EMILIEEE...WON'T LET YOU HURRRRTTT!!!!" Stan grunted through gnashing teeth, he didn't care what she was saying. His legs kicked underneath him to no avail as they landed blows on the wolf's plated shins. Stan's partly-changed feet howled in indescribable pain at the impact but he kept trying.
"Quiet please! I have to concentrate....No...no wait...this can't be happening!" Lex sputtered in front of him, losing her composure, totally ignoring his outburst.
"This can't be fucking happening! They can't do this to me!" She screamed as she held her head. When she looked up again her previously unreadable eyes looked unfocused and hollow.
"Your sponsor...he bought out your contract and adjunct assets, all of them..."
"FUCK!" She screamed, pulled her finely manicured hair out of its tight bun.
"I...me and Blue...are assigned to you...exclusively now," she groaned, tears ran down her face smearing her dark eyeshadow. Stan was frothing at the mouth. He heard the words but couldn't process them.
"Release? No, he's unstable...No...NO...STOP! What are you do-" Lex yelled at the screen.
"Blue! BLUE! Do not! DON'T!" Lex screamed.
Blue's arms shuddered and halted as if being forced open by an unseen power. The servos in his suit were straining, but this time seemingly against the wearer. Stan didn't care why or how the wolf's grip had eased, but it was just enough leeway for Stan to break from the creature's grip. Stan staggered forward on his precarious and painful large toes.
"Emileee..." he moaned as he looked around desperately for her. Stan saw her crumpled in a pile at the wolf's feet in a near-fetal position and fully unconscious. It felt like every nerve in his body was simultaneously on fire in anger at the sight of her.
"HRRGHHH!!!!" He roared. The beast in him raged to the surface. He didn't care about the company or what power they had. He wouldn't let them damage his mate.
The bubbling anger jackhammered through his skull. Thick veins pushed against his skin as his muscles knotted and swelled all over his body at once. His back arched, almost driving him to the floor as his pectorals spasmed. Spittle foamed around his mouth as his cock jumped upward, slapping his heaving abdomen. His biceps grew more and more pronounced as his arms held his sides. The wolf was fighting his armor. The creature's bony fingers tried to restrain him again by his wrists. But the armor's motors groaned as they were overpowered by the muscles growing in Stan's arms as he broke the wolf's grip on him with a powerful jerk.
"EMILLEEE!!! HURRR!!! WON'T LET YOUUU HURRTTT!!!" Stan neighed as his lips pulled back to expose his front teeth. His face thickened and filled out with a series of excruciating cracks. Quickly hardening keratin poured out of his wide toes to form the beginnings of hooves as his long feet broadened and crunched underneath him. He stumbled forward on his new hooves as they grew wider and thicker under his feet. His stance widened, letting his heavy testicles swing between his legs more freely. Stan felt a seething animalistic rage like he had never felt before. His thoughts were a jumble as the anger pushed out all other thoughts from his mind.
His feral attention was focused squarely on Lex. Stan stomped towards her, his huge balls pressing between his legs sending shocks of pleasure which mixed into the fury swirling through every fiber of his being. The muscles in his back and thighs thickened with every step he took towards the small woman. His cock was beginning to issue small clear drops of pre-cum that coursed down his jutting concrete-hard length.
"Blue! Help! BLUE!!!" Lex cried out with manic urgency. Blue tried his best to restrain him.
"No...no wait...please" Lex cried out as Stan got close enough that his huge flaring nostrils blew hot air across her face. The length of his cock pressed against her abdomen. At that moment Stan wanted nothing more than to dominate her so completely that she could never hurt his mate again.
The wolf was saying something behind him and there was the metallic whirring. Stan paid no attention. The roiling rage was pushing at his mind was all there was. As he reached his large hands towards Lex's narrow throat he felt the wolf's powerful paws grab his arms and pull him backward. Stan snorted and heaved like an animal caught in a trap as he tried to buck the wolf's grip.
Unable to release himself he pushed himself back into the wolf, sending them both careening and crashing through the room. Their bodies were only arrested as Stan heard the wolf's unprotected back impact the metal column he had previously been leaning on. The creature was dazed enough to release his arms, allowing Stan to turn and face the wolf-thing.
He wasted no time pinning Blue down against the support, the column shook at the collision. His large hands gripped the wolf's wrists. There was no armor adorning him anymore. All that the wolf had on now was a form-fitting black suit composed of octagonally woven synthetic cloth. Blue whined underneath him like a hurt puppy as Stan dragged him down towards the floor with all his strength.
Stan's head was flailing atop his shoulders, his whole body felt hot. His cock slapped between his bare stomach and the wolf's toned abdomen. He wanted, needed to dominate his rival. Pre was leaking his tool more and more copiously with every robust beat of his huge heart. His penis's weight bounced and ground between them. The slick liquid quickly began to web between Stan's own bare skin and the wolf's tight technical shirt.
Stan couldn't fight the powerful instincts pounding through his body. He wanted to mate. To drive this rival into the ground. He didn't even notice Emily's crumpled-form sprawled on the floor near where they had landed.
"No rrrrgh!! Don't! Get off!!!" the wolf growl-moaned as he bared his teeth, writhing under Stan's powerful grip. The canine's dark black lips pulled back to expose his sharp cuspids to intimidate him. Stan only grunted and huffed a blast of air in the wolf's face as the need in him grew more urgent. His groin felt so heavy. He could practically feel the blood pulsing through every vein and artery. Stan wrapped his large hands around the wolf's sinewy wrists, immobilizing him with the full weight of his body. His thick knees pressed into the wolf's legs, fastening them against the floor. Stan nickered lustily. The control was driving him wild.
"WHINNEEYY!!" Stan screamed, his head rearing backward. The weight of his cock shuddered as it issued several large dollops of pre-cum through his length onto the writhing wolf below. Blue whined underneath him, his muzzle forced-open as he began to pant from the exertion.
"Urrghhh!! Lex, he's...too strong," the wolf moaned, his wide thin tongue rolling out of the side of his mouth. Stan saw the canine's wet nostrils flaring as he took in the dizzying array of strangely arousing musky scents that encompassed them both.