FSE

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la renaissance des bêtes by Adam Primaeros / NightPhaser (2011) based on Augmented art project by Alpha0

In the gardens atop a telecommunications office complex, a muscular wolf-man leaned back against a pillar, whilst in complete nudity but for his arms and upper torso, which consisted of industrial prosthetics. Wherever he was not machine, he had the build of a construction lifter, with well-developed muscles under off-white and dark-grey fur. He gave an inquiring look with his slightly-unrealistic lupine face and luminous blue eyes to the photographer when he didn't understand how far he should raise his feet up the wall section behind him. He was lit from below by various spotlights in the garden and the fountain pool. Behind him the sun was setting against the skyline of Pattaya, bathing the city's structures in amber and brilliant yellow, hinting at beauteous mysteries of its nightlife.

Nearby, a wiry young woman with sharp, clean features and short brown hair placed a slate over her lap and drew a swirl over its smooth surface with her slender fingers. She tapped twice on the slate's interface, activating a miniature three-space audiovisual capture device beside her, and began asking the nude cyborg various questions. As he spoke, the auto-narrative system stitched his answers together with facts and media plucked from the Ubique air network, forming a rough virtual scrapbook for her to work with into a more refined report.

Like Bangkok, Pattaya was one of a number of emerging bodyphase havens in Thailand at the end of the 21st century. Along with three other strapping male models, the wolf-man was the subject of a 3D photo shoot for AugMENtality's quarterly issue with a special feature on the zoomorphic community. It was part of a move to increase awareness of the variety of bodyphasing options available in the world.

Readers of the woman's polynode multimedia article published a few days after the shoot would also learn that the wolf-man's name was Chevise Samyaz. Malaysian born and bred, the 27-year-old worked as security detail for Ruhaniyun Incorporated's burgeoning Bangkok chapter, though he started out as a bio-programmer who lent a hand (or perhaps a paw) to technical design for some of Ruhaniyun's products in Kuala Lumpur. He told his interviewer he was under full contract with the company for another ten years, but he would likely stay on afterwards. Chevise added: in the past dozen years, he had absolutely no regrets about the procedure, even if the latest modifications were more aesthetically appealing and performed better.

The woman adjusted her purple-rimmed spectacles, and asked him about how it was back in his home country. In Malaysia, full-body replacement for non-emergency, medical purposes still clashed with conservative local sentiments. He was rarely allowed to mingle with the hoi polloi, but who wouldn't want a big wolf-man on their side when things got, well, hairy.

"Other jobs I get asked to do include bouncing for private events, competing in inter-division sports matches, or just plain heavy lifting. I admit my augs aren't the best-looking, but they pay off the rent." His voice was clear and resonant, though one would never know if he was born with it.

Keeping out of the way, somewhere within all the activity between technicians, makeup artists and models was another zoomorphic man: a russet vulpine with soft facial features and an average, if not rather fit, figure. He wore a breezy, short-sleeved summer shirt, simple dark jeans and had a grey fedora perched over his head. Unlike Chevise, he made the leap from skin to pelt using money earned from sales of his well-received second novel. Writing a third book, consisting of a story about the solidarity of people regardless of ethno-geographical boundaries, was the official reason he'd been backpacking his way across several nations around the world the past year. He'd wanted to see more than just his native Venezuela for too many years.

The fox sat back in one of the garden's benches and observed a pale-furred rabbit conversing with the Italian head photographer. The model twisted and stretched out his supple body, then patted his sides, as if making an appeal for a more flattering pose. Another male model, a feline one with extensive modifications on his back and legs, spoke French to the lady interviewer, who seemed entertained and somewhat enamoured. The last one, a brown-furred white-haired wolf, smiled back when vulpine eyes landed upon him. He gave his reply as a polite nod and a humble smile.

All of them had some form of synthetic augmentation on their bodies, made from materials ranging from cutting-edge moulded carbon copolymers to strips of tanned leather. The fox himself thought it was hard to say if the absence of clothes affected their nudity. It was a grey area when deciding whether such publicly-visible mods were accoutrement or body part.

"Hola, Jey!" said Chevise, as he walked towards the fox with big, solid steps carrying his heavy frame. He was about to wrap his outstretched mechanical arms around the fox, when he hesitated. "Sorry, I, uh, are you okay with, well, this?" he said, standing with his legs apart and making an open gesture with his hands. It took a while for Jey to realize what the wolf meant. "Oh, well, if you don't mind, I don't mind either." A grin drew itself across Chevise's face while he scooped up the poor fox in his arms and gave him a very warm, very nude hug.

"Nngh... right, looking good there, Chevise." If he still had bare skin, Jey would've already blushed furiously. "Cut the bullshit, you've seen me naked lots of times." Chevise eased up, and Jey took a moment to straighten out his shirt. "That was back when we were in those awful carpet suits, Chevise. You've obviously... upgraded." The wolf raised an eyebrow. "Jey, come on, it's okay, I already told you I would understand if you got a hard-on." He stuck a tongue out towards the big man. "It obviously hasn't made you any less cocky, though. You're not the only hot property over here."

Jey knew the former wasn't completely true. His friend of many years had been a mostly-quiet, even-tempered character even after the bodyphase. Chevise would unfailingly apologize in earnest whenever he made cracks in drinking glasses or bent handrails out of shape, because he simply did not mean to. "Congratulations on landing this photo spread."

"I had a lot of help. To be honest, I'm only here because Ruhaniyun needed the publicity." Chevise sat himself beside Jey, careful to check if the fox's tail was in the way first. "I just hope I didn't say something that'd get half the community railing against my ass."

"They'll get mad at anything, Chevise. I personally think you and your ass are fine." The wolf smiled, and patted a semi-mechanical hand over Jey's thigh.

"But honestly, though: do you think it's wise for us beast-guy types to get this kind of attention?"

"You don't go to a gay fox to ask for wisdom, at least that's what I think."

"My, that wasn't very PC of you, dear Jey." he replied, along with a delicate smirk.

"Oh god, I didn't mean it like that!"

He laughed, and reached out to rub a spot on Jey's russet cheek with the side of a synthetic thumb. "Hey, Tank Dog! Group shot time!" Chevise flipped his attention a few times between the set and the fox. "I'm terribly sorry, it'll only be another hour or so." Jey nodded, smiled. "No problem. I might actually enjoy this."

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When Jey returned, there was nobody on the set. He'd stepped out to get a few photographs of the bay area, and lost track of the time. He was just about ready to up and leave, when Chevise stepped out from behind a partition and parked himself down near the edge of the fountain pool.

"Where's everyone?"

"Out already. There's plenty to do in Pattaya."

"And you?"

"Told 'em I'd lock up when I leave."

"I was down at street level. You didn't have to wait for me up here."

"Actually, I wanted you to be up here. Good place to talk."

"Okay, sure." He sat himself beside Chevise, and dipped a toe into the glowing fountain pool. "It's not because all your clothes went missing, is it?" The wolf chuckled, in a way controlled and polite. "They're in my bag, over there." he said, pointing to it.

"Ah. So it's only because you're an avowed nudist, now."

"Naw, it's just, this photo shoot thing's been... liberating."

Jey patted the wolf's hard-shell shoulder. "I was about to bring it up earlier, but the crew called you Tank?"

"Yeah, one of the lighting guys called me that on day one, and it stuck." he said, slightly under his breath. "You don't sound too glad about it."

"That's because I know why it's appropriate." Chevise stared at one of the dark stones in the fountain pool as he spoke. "I don't feel like I belong here, nor in that picture spread. The other guys are real photogenic, real trim and all. Even look at their mods, they're so... mod!" Chevise sighed and looked at his hands, turning them once over and again. "I'm a brute next to everybody else. They don't know, or maybe don't care, but I do hear what they say when my back's turned."

Jey scoffed. "You're missing the point! They can afford to look like that. You represent the working-class cyborg."

"Oh. Is that all?" he said, unconvinced.

"Well, maybe you're here to throw a juicy bone for readers who are fans of burly, muscled guys too?"

"I feel so objectified!" A glance over to his friend, and another grin. "I think I can live with that."

"Er, I, that's not exactly what I meant. Eh-heh."

Jey was figuring out in his mind how he could possibly steer the conversation into something more positive, when he felt a hand gently stroking the side of his neck. He turned to see Chevise bowed slightly toward to him, though his eyes were following the motion of his other hand stroking Jey's thigh. He knew that look, but he's never been a recipient of it before.

"Here? Really?" said the fox, quietly, with his head slightly lowered and his eyes wide open. "Do I look like I'm joking?" Chevise did not.

Jey sat back and thought about it. "Come on, Jey. You've had a look around. It's beautiful up here." Chevise sat closer to him and brushed a fingertip under the fox's chin. "And you? You're looking pretty good right now." The blue and teal light from the fountain pools below them had an interesting effect on illuminating Chevise's nude, sculpted form.

The fox turned, stared at Chevise for a while, and nodded sagely. Jey stood up, swung around and sat himself down over Chevise's lap. While Jey tried to stifle a nervous chuckle over the way things were going, Chevise looked all too happy about it. The wolf started by gingerly removing the fedora from Jey's head. "Careful. It's my favourite hat."

"Don't worry about it." said Chevise, and placed the hat beside him. He bowed his head forward to lap at Jey's lips and cheek and nibble on his ears, while his hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. After the third frustrated grunt, Jey placed his more dexterous digits over Chevise's own and helped him along.

Chevise peeled the shirt over, and made a number of tender bites on Jey's shoulder. He laid a hand over the fox's body and combed through Jey's lush chestfur. "You know my body-class, Chevise. Don't worry, you won't hurt me." he said, almost in murmur. Chevise nodded and began massaging firmly into Jey's chest. He licked an unaugmented finger and gave a gentle flick and rub over the fox's firm nipples.

As Jey removed the shirt from his back, Chevise undid the belt around Jey's waist, and managed quite well this time in unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. His palm rubbed against the fox's bulge, safely tucked inside a pair of black boxer-briefs. Jey let out a moan as the bumps and ridges of the prosthetic hand pressed against his sheltered cock.

Jey leaned in, pushing his fluffy chest against Chevise's hardened carapace, and nuzzled his neck. Jey reached behind him and passed his hands over his back, feeling every plate, every rivet, every fibre and curve. Soon he touched fur, and ran his fingers over the small of the wolf-man's back. Chevise jerked slightly at the sensation, but eased up when Jey's hands squeezed his rump.

The fox's deft hands made their way to Chevise's inner thighs, rubbing and occasionally digging fingers into them. He pressed one palm against him just above his crotch, and stroked him under his balls, making them pull in slightly. Jey pulled back to get a better view of the wolf's equipment, and saw a white-sheathed, semi-hard cock bobbing slightly at the newfound attention.

Chevise pushed himself back and sat up against a waist-high wall, with his thighs spread apart. He nudged a foot against the bulge in Jey's boxer-briefs when the fox arched forward to get himself closer to the wolf's exposed loins. Jey picked up the firm, heavy member and steadily rolled the fuzzy sheath over and off a fleshy, maroon-hued cockhead. He brought his lips to where the glans met shaft, wetting it with warm spit, and circling it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, his hands cupped the wolf's balls, tugged and squeezed them in time with his oral motions.

Chevise's manhood grew more plump under his ministrations, lengthening inside Jey's muzzle, which accommodated all seven inches of it easily enough. At one point, Jey had to stretch his lips out more than he was used to, so he could admit the wolf's expanding girth. Hearing the grunts and moans, and sensing the shudder across the wolf's body, pleased him as much as it seemed to please his partner. He only managed a few seconds of deep-throating the entire length, before Chevise squeezed his shoulder and gently eased him off his throbbing member. "Okay, stop right there, just... damn." he said, in between the panting.

It didn't take too long for Chevise to lay out a large straw mat over the stone floor just beside the illuminated pools. He laid himself down on it, face up, and whistled over to Jey. The fox padded over, gave Chevise a few gentle pecks on the cheek and muzzle before turning himself around and hand-stroking the wolf's cock back to its former stiffness.

Chevise, in the enviable position of being this close to Jey's rear end, pulled the final garment down, releasing Jey's package from its woven confinement. When Chevise nosed onto the vulpine's privates, it smelled to him somewhat savoury. Sensing the pause, Jey said: "I've been walking through town the whole day and..." Thinking it largely irrelevant, Chevise cut in with his broad tongue lapping against his partner's balls. He grasped the fox's dangling, uncut meat and began stroking it, slowly, coaxing it to a firm half-foot vigour. When Jey got hard enough, Chevise hungrily took it into his muzzle and began to suck him off.

By this time, Chevise's other hand had already generously massaged Jey's rear. The hand had moved closer to the cleft of his buttock, and he began a gentle rubbing and circling with his fingers around the fox's hole. Chevise sank the tip of his pinkie finger into Jey, slightly at first, then a little deeper each time. He continued to do so until Jey started to relax, and admitted more of his digits inside.

There was an unfair advantage, since Chevise knew his way around the design documents, and is very familiar with the typical Therion-class body. With a turn of the wrist, his fingers pressed against the nerve bundle where Jey's prostate would have been if he was a natural human. This immediately elicited a heaving, hard puff of air from the fox.

Jey moaned breathlessly and held on to Chevise's cock in his hand, pressing the side of his face against the shaft while he tried to process the raw stimulation in his mind. He cupped Chevise's balls closer to the wolf's body, whilst swallowing his shaft until his snout pressed against soft pubic fur. The wolf's muzzle released itself from around Jey's penis and emitted a deep, low growling. The vibrations only served to stimulate him further, when Chevise took Jey's cock into his mouth again in mid-growl.

They continued to fellate each other until the wolf removed Jey's cock from his mouth and gave it one wet stroke of his tongue. Jey rolled over to his back, and perked his ears up at his partner. "Ride me, foxy." Chevise said to him, in a tone half-command, half-pleading.

Chevise sat upright yet again, whilst Jey crouched down onto his lap. The fox wrapped his fingers around both their cocks and stroked them together. Chevise reciprocated with rhythmic movements of his pelvis, and rubbed Jey's nipples between his fingers. He grabbed a nearby bottle of clear lubricant, and applied a generous amount of it over his own hard cock. Jey positioned himself closer to the wolf-man, and reached behind him to guide the tip of the glistening member to his puckered opening. He looked into Chevise's bright eyes and nodded assent. Chevise held his arms around the fox securely, warmly, and lowered Jey onto his penis. The sensation was still unusual for him, but Jey did not wince, nor show discomfort as the firm head penetrated him.

The wolf eased his cockhead in and out of the fox a few times, and only pushed further in when he loosened up. By the third inch in, Jey had become accustomed to the mass inside him, and rested his head against Chevise's chest plate as warm flesh filled him up repeatedly.

Chevise took a moment to look upon the fox's calm face and smiled. It was the exact same smile he had before showing off a trick using beer mugs and machine reflexes at a Pattaya gay bar the night before. Chevise carefully lifted Jey's body upright, and somehow bent his body forward far enough for his muzzle to be a mere inch away from Jey's throbbing tip. He gave a sly glance up towards his lover before giving a moist, slow lick to Jey's frenulum, upwards over his swelling cockhead and around the coronal ridge.

Jey's intended words upon being lifted up merely disappeared into a stunned gasp, and they would not return, because at the same time Chevise took Jey's cock into his muzzle, he also pushed himself up and into Jey's arse, in an angle which made his manhood press upon his prostatic nerve bundle. "Flexib... but how, you're all buff..." Chevise gave a hard thrust into the fox, by way of a quieting answer.

This assault on his senses made Jey dig his fingers into Chevise's back. Warm skin in one hand, cool polymer in the other. He tried to hold himself steady as Chevise took his entire length into his mouth and rolled his tongue along the underside of his straining penis, keeping it slick and hard.

Jey did not get any reprieve from the indulgence Chevise was giving to him. Moving himself away from the mouth only made the cock inside him hit harder against his pleasure button, and easing off from the anal pounding caused Chevise to deep-throat him. It did not take long before Jey felt the fluids welling up inside him, travelling within and through his captive penis. His body shuddered, seized up, as sparks of pleasure exploded in his mind. Jey's face contorted into the little death, as he ejaculated into Chevise's throat in hot, pulsing gobs.

Chevise kept the jism inside his mouth as he pushed his face into Jey's crotch. His thrusting became more frantic, stronger, as if burying his snout in the musky vulpine loins aroused a raw, animal impulse. Soon, a spot of warmth began to suffuse underneath Jey's midsection, and the expanding meat stretched him out even further. Short, steady thrusts of the wolf's cock were spreading Chevise's thick, hot emissions inside him. It seemed like the entire world turned quiet but for the heavy breaths of two rutting beast-men and the wet music of Chevise's semen-soaked pubes smacking against Jey's tender behind.

He pulled Jey's pelvis down hard onto himself, keeping his still-throbbing manhood sheathed within the fox. At nearly the same time, he removed his mouth from Jey's softening penis, exuding trails of translucent come dangling from his lips to Jey's cockhead. Chevise laid himself back, panting with exhaustion, and held on to Jey's shoulder. His eyes were half-lidded, yet still kept to the sight of the fox's face.

Jey bowed down and took the wolf's muzzle into his own, performing a kiss made possible only by their bodies' design. Their lips were sealed. Their tongues touched, lapped over each other, whilst Jey's emissions swirled with their combined saliva in the spaces between them.

They broke off to catch their breath. Jey swallowed and licked his lips. Chevise smiled, and carefully wiped a stray strand of come from the fox's mouth. He then held Jey's face and gently rubbed on his cheek with a thumb.

When true night finally fell over the living city, Jey curled up around the wolf's body beside the fountain pool, beneath the second-hand light of the urban sky. "Hey, Chevise?"

"Hmm?"

"When you're finally the boss, I bet you're gonna do this more often."

"If. A huge, massive if." Jey closed his eyes, held his arms tighter around the big not-so-bad wolf-man. "I know you. You're gonna make it big someday."

"I made something pretty big tonight, though. That's a start." he replied, after a pause.

"Huh?"

He slapped Chevise's chest, playfully, as the joke dawned upon him. They indulged in another long kiss before the need to rest overtook them.

In the morning, Jey wondered where his hat went. He really liked that hat.