Mechanical Wonder
(Ulf used c/o his player)
Click, click, click. Ulf typed dutifully away at his laptop. Rain pattered outside upon the city below his apartment. Wires ran the length and breadth of the room conveying the look of a NASA conduit line. The wires ran to other computers in another room. Storage and processing space. State of the art equipment, including a brand new Argon coolant system. The laptop simply was the input station. The rest, well the rest was the nerves of the hand, beaming impulses out to the net. Cans of soda and Jack (Riley had visited for a time for Ulf to unwind and unplug. They'd watched TV, nothing more.) littered the floor. He hadn't time to pick them up. He was almost done. Ulf was a web programmer. A very very good web programmer. His aquamarine eyes scanned over hundreds of lines of code in no time. The new site, the most extensive of its kind would be done. He wasn't particularly proud of it, but its owners had paid nearly one hundred grand for its construction. He asked no questions when the money arrived in a briefcase. Ulf, after all wasn't against designing a porn site. He'd asked for lifetime free access for its construction. The owners agreed.
Site complete. Save data? Y/N? The sheltie yawned widely and hit the enter key with a toe. His large arms went behind his head and tousled his mane of wild sandy hair. Fatal Error. Corrupted File Detected. The beep came suddenly and the sheltie slung himself forward so hard he almost fell into the floor. The screen went black. Power died in the other units. Even the back up batteries were spent in an instant. When the power came back on Ulf sat, looking dumbfounded. He couldn't be enraged. It wasn't his fault. He'd saved enough the previous hour to go back and fix the problem. Whatever that problem was. For now it could wait. The numerous systems were booting back up. Power in his room flickered and the other flat screens in the room came to life with bars feeding upwards. It was shower time for the sheltie. It'd take at least half an hour to get all the systems online again. He stripped down of his jeans and gray t-shirt. The brown leather collar he left on. At nearly six feet tall he strode through his apartment to the bedroom and in turn to the bathroom. He was a big guy. A strong guy. The cuddly type without a doubt. He shut the door (to keep out what he didn't know) and turned on the water.
Downtown, in an unmarked building, machines were coming on. Lights came on. The security fennec was in a tizzy. He had an easy job watching tv, eating hot pockets, and occasionally strolling the empty catwalks around the inside of the factory. The government made things here. That's all he knew. Its all he cared to know. But as of five minutes ago all hell broke loose. Machines became active. Screen lit up, reading green lines of script he couldn't make heads of fluffy fucking tails of. He'd put in calls to his superiors, who didn't sound happy. They'd be there in minutes. The guard looked down into the pit of the factory, tilting his hat back to get a better look. Robotic arms surged over metal. Welding a frame. Titanium. Its all they worked with, so he'd heard. It continued down the assembly line, electronics being added. The fennec was dumb to technology of this caliber. 99% of the population of the city was. It had reached the end of the line. Plugs were guided into its furoid frame. A small screen in its back flickered to life with a loading bar which took only moments before it had reached its capacity. The metal monstrosity turned its fleshless furless head and stared at the only living creature as large as it in the entire building. The security fennec, sensing his life was in immediate danger, produced his sidearm and fired. The entire clip from the nine millimeter. His paws shook and only two of the shots found home. Or what should have been home. The metal thing simply watched him with television screen eyes. In a blur it was gone. The lights went dark. The machinery as still as it should be. As if nothing had happened.
It was the security fennec's time to run. He dashed back toward his office and barred the door. He'd wait for his superiors, report the story, then quit. He hadn't signed on for ghosts or fucking haywire screw-ups that mimicked them. He backed up towards his chair, staring out into the darkness beyond the reinforced glass of his office. He failed to notice the young fennec woman sitting there, in her white button down and black plaid miniskirt. A perfect ensamble, complete with tie and little glasses. She smiled delicately with her long lithe legs crossed. The perfect copy of the perfect female fennec. From the outside of the security office a scream was cut short.
The streets were quiet that night. A few moviegoers here and there. One however will stand out. Not to the crowd. She looked like anyone else to them. If not a little more striking. A cute little black plaid miniskirt, shirt, tie, glasses. A wet dream's wet dream. She strode purposefully down the avenues. Once a young man had gotten close, a fox in a leather jacket, to hit on her. She'd smiled prettily, giggled and simply sauntered by, khaki tail waving in her wake. The fox reported back to his friends, he looked a bit shaken. He swore up and down that she had lines of computer code running across her eyes. His friends said he'd had too much to drink.
Ulf was getting out of his shower. He shook his fur free of as much water as possible before getting his towel. A curse came to his muzzle as someone knocked neatly on his door. He checked the progress of the rebooting. Full up. It'd been a full half hour. He chuckled. Riley would've called it the 'half hour shower of power'. Ulf did in fact feel good. Better than earlier at least. He answered the door in his towel, pawing water from one of his ears. "Hello?", he asked as he opened the door. There was little to fear in his neighborhood so he was used to simply opening to door wide. In the doorway, nearly a foot smaller than he stood a young woman, easily twebty-one. Neatly dressed and smelling of crisp ozone. She peered up at him curiously then smiled: "Origin Point Located. Initiate Sequence." The voice, however metallic the meaning of the words, was chipper and sweet.
"Excuse me?" his voice had a southern sound to it.
Lines of code slipped across the clear glass of her eye. No, Ulf thought, then wiped his eyes. More water. "Greeting Sequence. Hello Ulf Formynder, Social Security Number 408-96-9821. Occupation: Web Programmer."
"Um. Just..." he was suddenly very unsure, "Just call me Ulf."
"Data Input Complete. Hello Ulf. May I come in?"
She seemed harmless. Quirky. Knows too much about him and he nothing of her, but harmless none-the-less. He let her in. Then shut the door behind her. Her tail swayed as she went directly for the kitchen. She seemed to know the floor plan for the entire apartment. The lady fennec smiled and made him a drink.
"What's your name?" Ulf asked tentatively after taking the drink, an expertly made martini.
The lady fennec watched him and smiled her playful smile. "306-897-0987-78231-78632. Product of Ulf's design and configuration. No codenames given. Product constructed at Government Facility Number 28, Black Ops."
Ulf blinked. She'd just given him a serial number as a name. "Can I get a...good look at you?"
Number 306-897-0987-78231-78632 nodded and smiled giving him a very petite pirouette. She was gorgeous. But how? He hadn't done robotics programming since college and even that was for a class. The web code? The site he was designing? No. It was impossible. The lady fennec smiled and seemed to read his surface thoughts, "Improbable. Not impossible." With that the talk was over. She launched herself at him and pinned him to the couch. She had great strength. He hands felt like a real woman's hands. She even smelled, to his keen canine nose, as a real fennec would. This was a gag. One of his friends had set him up with a stripper or something for being overworked. Okay. He'd play along.
He rolled her off him and laughed, bounding back for the bedroom. She reached out and took a hold of his towel. It came off in her hand and she purred. Number 306-897-0987-78231-78632 stood and took off her tie. It fell toward the ground but never made contact. The solid photon emitter array only allowed for the creation of objects within the machine's grasp. The tie faded and flickered into oblivion. She sauntered into the bedroom and shut he door with her tail.
"Who sent you?" Ulf laughed as she slid out of her shirt, her breasts were perky and covered in a smooth khaki fur. "Riley? Davis?"
"No one did." Off came her black and white checked wingtip shoes. Ulf bit his lit at the display, confidence slowing. She bent at the waist to untie them. "I came of my own free will to serve my creator."
She was good. Sticking to the plan given to her, Ulf thought. Someone had shelled out big bucks for her. The skirt fell away. Ulf was too preoccupied with the sight of the naked fennec to notice that one of the clothes remained upon the floor. She was lithe and athletic in appearance. Long legs. Very long legs. A 'v' of white downy fur crept from her shoulders down over her chest and terminated in the crotch of the woman before him. Words were over now. She crawled onto the bed and kissed his leg. Further up. He was erect by the mere thought of her affections and he kisses did nothing but incite his lust. Ulf lay back as she slid her tongue over his shaft and purred. Her wide bat ears lay back as she took him into her mouth. Ulf moaned. Perfect head. The only thought that had come to mind. Everything else was lost to a flurry of light and sensation. He looked down and she was bobbing her head up and down along his length, her hand in the fray.
Whatever it was, accidentally created machine, or high class prostitute, it seemed to sense his eminent climax and stopped only a hair's breadth before the expulsion of his semen. Ulf stared at her, his body suddenly aching for release. Her voice was a purr: "It'd be a waste on your stomach. Let's put it someplace better." It mounted him and moaned. Thank god for big dogs. She shifted a little and took him inside her warm opening. The lady fennec practically screamed with delight. They tangled in their lovemak--no. There was no real love here. This was a mad fuck. She rode him like a pro and feeling to him like a virgin. Her tail waved about behind her. Number 306-897-0987-78231-78632 was truly enjoying this experience. Again, she sensed her lover's (fucker's? owner's?) eminent orgasm and pulled away again, just before release. She lay herself down on hands and knees. Code ran over her eyes rapidly as if to mimic a rapid heartbeat. They begged her creator to mount her as he wanted. Ulf wasn't in any condition to deny her. The sheltie mounted the much smaller fennec and his cock slid home, lubricated with hot fluids from within his new lover. She screamed as he filled her and reached back to tease his scrotum with her fingertips as he rammed her, seemingly without regard for her feeling. She didn't mind. It felt wonderful to her. The sex. The mission objective fulfilled. Something registered in her mind of silicon and golden circuits. Ulf had a tighter grip on her than was normal.
A moan that nearly became a bark nearly a howl left the sheltie as he came inside the hot opening the fennec woman provided him. A click. She too grunted as she climaxed, her very first real orgasm. Even with a brain of chips she registered the pleasure of the act. Her purpose was pleasure. Serving her purpose was her pleasure in turn. She liked it. Fair. Ulf lay against her back. She eased herself down to the bed and smiled. The illusionary fennec purred her contentment as she rolled beneath him to look up into the face of her creator. The sheltie was serene. His tongue hung out a bit. Once he'd come down from the orgasmic high he focused on her eyes catching a glimpse of the numbers and letters in that Macintosh green as the scrolled past. Ulf didn't care. A glorified blow-up doll. Still he didn't care. They kissed and embraced. Whatever technical glitch wasn't harmful but it'd have to be remedied if he were to get the site up. But it'd have to wait. There was some serious cuddling to do.
In Government Facility Number Twenty-Eight, Black Ops Division, a patrol of officers finally managed to open the door to the security office. There they found the security fennec who had placed the call. Tied to a chair with his pants around his ankles and his cock hanging out. He had a dumb look on his face but it was one of perfect contentment.