The Beginning Of Number 15 - Prologue & Chapter 1
#1 of The Beginning Of Number 15
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The Beginning Of Number 15 - Prologue
All characters are (c) DrJones.
''Which one is this again?'' asked the bored looking man who was seated in a comfortable leather chair. The chair was facing a one-way window, through which he could see what went on beyond it.
Besides this man stood another one, and from the way of his posture, one of readiness, power and alertness, betrayed that he was not only subordinate to the seated man, but was also his bodyguard.
''It is the fifteenth attempt, Mr. Halcyon.'' The man answered in a steady strong voice, yet it lacked the cool authority of the seated Mr. Halcyon.
Mr. Halcyon kept looking out the window, seeing everything, knowing the men and women inside the room could not see him. They lived with the knowledge that they are watched. To him, they were scurrying mice, his worker bees, the brightest minds on this planet put to work to do his bidding.
The fifteenth attempt was his latest product that he was planning to release and it was also the first of its kind. For years he had his company specialize in creating military support units of all sorts; disposable soldiers, fusions of man and machine used for war. Super humans made for heavy duty work. Yet, there was a market just as big out there, one which he would cover as soon as this new product worked. He knew it would.
His hand moved to touch a control, causing a screen to flick on and show readouts of the product's specifications. Compared to the large oafish bulks of the workers, the sleek and deadly lines of the war units, this genetically engineered toy was small and fragile looking. Its purpose was entirely different than the others' was.
A little message alert told him that the creating of the body would soon commence. He turned off the screen's information display and switched to a camera view of the large cylinder which was mounted to an even larger room-filling machine. The scientists operating it knew exactly how it worked. So did he, but he never let on.
The cylinder was filled with classical green goop, yet it served its purpose, being the base of all DNA creation. 'DNA soup' as the scientists called it, was used to keep the complex process of fusion, creation and growth steady while the new creature came to existence. ''So much more efficient than breeding.'' He spoke to no-one in particular. The bodyguard did not respond.
He watched as the goop started to swirl with an artificial urgency that the machine prompted it to, while mechanical appendages of alls sorts met inside the cylinder, building a skeletal structure with a precision and speed that still keeps amazing anyone who has not seen it before. It still fascinated him.
The skeleton was quickly but thoroughly scanned and checked. The scientists nodded and set the second stage into motion, making the machine apply flesh to the skeleton. Layer by layer it made muscle mass, membranes, blood vessels and arteries, vital organs and finally, skin. The body was ready, and according to the final check, it had achieved an even one hundred percent stability.
The creature's pale skin looked dead, inside the cylinder, but the body was very much alive, or would be in a few moments. The scientists started up a second program, one which would program the brain inside the creature's head with a highly evolved type of awareness, limited intelligence, and complete obedience.
The creature was fully organic; of course, it would not be like a machine. It would behave naturally, like a living being. In a way, it is one, yet with no free will of its own. It will live and die to serve.
The bodyguard watched the creature with a lecherous gaze. Mr. Halcyon was not surprised. It was petite, designed to be as tall as four feet and barely five inches. It had a good athletic muscle structure, and while it lacked the final touch of fur, it promised to do its job quite well. Hermaphroditic in gender, the creature looked like a female, with breasts that would fit well into one's palm, hips to worship and hold. A pert rump to caress and squeeze.
Its genitals were the most important part. Petals serene and inviting, with a sex behind them that would accommodate more than it looks it would. And above that was a scrotum which held the creature's testicles. Currently they were no bigger than a man's of average size, yet they were designed to do better than that. Above it was an animal sheath, which housed a fully functional penis.
He knew even with out having too looked at the creature, that its genus was that of a lapine. With long ears stemming from its head, big feet, face that spoke volumes in nose wiggling cuteness. And not to forget, a small stump where its fluffy tail would be. It was going to be a fuck bunny, in the literal sense.
Mr. Halcyon grinned to himself. ''Yes, this will work.''
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The Beginning Of Number 15 - Chapter 1: Preparation
_Doctor Henrietta Jones - Log Entry - 2688705
The moulding of the fifteenth body has been successful, and shows no degradation so far, all body functions have been emulated properly prior to growth. It will be activated within a few minutes after the overall tests have been completed. We will be using standard synaptic activation, and upon testing all pathways and nerve endings we will commence programming with the standard set that was made for us by the PsychInt team for this creature model.
This body has several improvements over the previous one, mainly in the brainstem/spine configuration, to prevent synaptic failure such as number fourteen experienced. Unlike the previous model we've introduced a more advanced build of the brain itself, to allow future expansions or modifications and to make it more compatible with currently available enhancements such as ComImpl and AdvLearnMod._
The female sexual organs have been given increased density for more stretch ability. Extensive testing via computer simulations revealed that the current capacity of the vagina along with the stretching capacity of the labia minora and labia majora exceed the previous version by 15%. The total size/mass ratio of any foreign object within the vagina estimates slightly over 1/3rd of the creature's total body size/mass. This makes it possible for the creature to interact with other creatures which would by size design be incompatible. As stated in the technical sheet the creature has no capability of reproduction. The fallopian tube and ovary colon are not present, that space has been reused as increased capacity of the uterus itself.
The male sexual organs are fully functional. The scrotum contains enhanced testes which do not produce sperm itself, but rather aid the seminal vesicles in production and output. Both the scrotum and the testes themselves also have increased density and modified cell structure, allowing them to stretch beyond their usual capacity if required. A failsafe is built into the creature to initiate emptying of the testes through usual means if the capacity reaches its limits. The estimated output of seminal fluid (IncrVisc, ImprvFlavr, type 0-45, see technical sheet) has been measured from three quarts to one gallon at normal capacity. Note that rapid production of the fluid is long initiated prior to peak point (climax).
These are merely enhancements to the previous versions and the base design itself. The size of the male organ has been left as initially designed (12.4L'' x 3.6G''). Several nerve bundles have been enhanced with their sensitivity and a few more were added to allow the creature an optional faster course to orgasm.
Furthermore the muscle mass in the hip and leg area has been slightly modified to allow greater flexibility and increased endurance. There are no other changes to the build of the body, face structure and fur texture/growth.
Private Notes - 2688705.1
I still find it hard to call those creatures by numbers. There is so much potential to them, so much life that they could experience. I was glad I could at least put the previous creature to rest by euthanasia before it suffered too much from its degradation, during its performance testing, no less.
I must note that I am strongly against such a rushed procedure of activation purely for the show of my employer. However, after we saw what happened to Dr. Shuhrbert nobody has dared to object in a more public fashion. It is a comfort that our employer is a competent man.
The activation will begin shortly. End of log.
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It had opened its grey eyes, somewhere in the sixth second of synaptic activation the machines estimated. The stimulation to the spine and brain was cut off immediately to prevent further unnecessary overloading. The creature blinked a few times as its eyes started to focus for the first time, bringing the cold sterility of the lab in as the very first thing in its memory. It tried to turn its head, but a set of restraints was holding it in place with various sets of needles embedded deeply into the creature's skull, the pinpoints precisely settled at key points inside the brain.
The green fluids had been drained from the tube and air was circulated inside to let the new lungs work inside the equally new body. All bodily functions were displayed on a monitor, one of the scientists watching it with rapt attention. The creature jumped a little in the chair as it felt a device at its crotch, which worked witch gentle suction to remove any leftover green fluid from its orifices, a similar device briefly attaching itself to the creature's muzzle, parting its jaws and removing the fluid from there as well.
One of the head scientists was a petite woman named Henrietta Jones, bustled around the room busily, checking readouts and making short confirming conversations with her colleagues while keeping an eye on the creature. She scowled slightly when she saw how the machines were handling it, but she was aware that by design the machine was gentle enough and possibly only mildly unpleasant.
She was known not only for her smarts but also for her beauty, and it was clear that the creature's looks were designed after her own image. Doctor Jones was best described as a petite beauty; an exotic mix of Asian and Indian, with her chocolate complexion and dark eyes intelligent, most of the time behind a pair of elegant glasses. Her hair was black, and it contrasted against the clean white of the company lab coat which concealed curves known to have caused many rejected advances from her fellow colleagues. Her ponytail swayed whenever she moved, the very tuft separated by a slim golden ring. She was opinionated, some of the men called her feisty, a clawed kitten. Others called her smart and fun, yet others were intimated and disliked her for that. The creature's resemblance to herself is something she took personal pride in as the designer, choosing everything from species to size, though she had to cooperate with others at some decisions, but it all eventually worked out in her favour...mostly. After the fur would grow, it would be harder to notice the similarities.
''Commence programming, base-set.'' One of the scientists said. The creature stared curiously, gazing left and right as information was programmed into its brain. Its expression went from childlike curious to a more understanding curious as it now understood things that were so alien moments before; its expressive grey eyes had that shine of intelligence to them, if still limited by its purpose: a sex toy. Now it knew the most basic of things needed for it to understand the world around itself, the basics behaviours, methods of communication ranging from body language to speech and the required base psychological profile designed to be typical to a creature of its race, dominating gender type and expected social status.
''Commence programming, spec-set.'' The scientist said again, more information flowing into the creature, this time making it aware of its purpose of existence and teaching it every skill it will need to perform to the best of its capability. It knew every position, kink, various hot-spots and ways of romancing. It was also made aware of its status in society and especially who it was subordinate to. Immediatelly the programming took effect and the lapine creature fell into its role, gazing at each human curiously, expectant of a command.
Idly chewing on the stick of a previously used up fruit delight lollipop, Dr. Jones nodded to a colleague at the machines. ''Release.''
The needles in the creatures' skull retracted with silent precision, releasing a special agent that would quickly heal the tiny punctures that were made. The restraining bonds that were holding the creature to the chair clicked open and the mostly vertical bedding the creature was in, shifted into a chair-like shape while the front slide cover of the tube opened.
As the chair extended, the naked furless creature squinted a little at the more intense light that the room itself featured. A drain was located beneath the chair to allow the excess of the green goop that formed the creature to dribble off its body gradually.
Before Henrietta could do anything, one of the other scientists followed protocol, shattering her hopes to perhaps give the creature a warmer welcome. It was the fat man, Dr. Gerard, whom approached the creature. ''Number fifteen. Stand up.'' He said.
Fifteen complied and slid off the chair, and stood up on its legs, slightly shaky, but it soon found its balance. The curious grey eyes looked up at the obese man whom was obviously lecherous about the way he looked over Fifteen's figure.
''What is your designation?'' he asked it, though by appearance 'it' classified more like a 'her', with the voluptuous figure, despite the obvious male features.
''Fifteen.'' she said in a clear, soothing and perhaps even cute feminine voice. The very sound was like a wave of soothing vibrations, which visibly seemed to calm down many of the scientists. Some were even already leering at the bare flesh of the creature, which was shaped very pleasantly, her breasts rising and falling steadily as she breathed, and the prominent maleness certainly gave some female and most likely a few male scientists consider her quite exotic...to be lusted after. It was exactly what she was designed for.
Dr. Gerard moved his gaze from Fifteen's breasts and up to the scowling face of Dr. Jones. ''Does she check out?'' the woman asked in an icy tone. Gerard nodded, ignoring the woman's stare. There was no love lost between the two. Turning to Fifteen, he told her to follow him out.
With that, most of the scientists, including Gerard and Jones headed to the next set of rooms, guiding the creature along. The room was like a wide hall, and had a set of machines set up in the middle one after the other, connected to each other by a single track, like a production line, resembling a twentieth century automated car wash by its configuration. Each open area between the machines was closed off by transparent walls. Before the first machine a red circle was painted on a silver platform which was set into the track.
''Stand on the red marker. The machines will prepare you.''
The soft slap-slap of big wet bunny feet sounded in the room as the creature went to stand on the marker. This set the machines into motion. With a soft hum the platform started to move, carrying Fifteen on it and into the first machine.
The group of scientists overlooked a set of large screens as they came alive and displayed the proceedings inside. The first machine was a complex machine to provide the necessary hygiene. Two flexible metal arms moved from openings on each of the two walls, the end of each arm sporting four circular openings.
Both arms worked in perfect cooperation, using one of the openings to spray Fifteen with water, washing the remains of the forming goop off her bare flesh. While the water pressure in the left arm became less, it started to gently squirt liquid soap onto Fifteen. The right arm extended a soft rotating brush from another opening and proceeded to wash every inch using the soap.
Fifteen could not help but giggle at some of the sensations from the washing, though noticed how the machines took care to wash her properly, even her more sensitive ears and genitals. It was no surprise to the group of scientists when Fifteen's male length rose slightly from the stimulation, which only helped the machine to wash it easier.
She was in for a surprise when one of the arms forced her legs apart, the other extending something rounded and phallic from one of the water-squirting openings, and proceeded to enter her female sex slowly, though not fully as all it needed to do is flush out any goop from there. There was a soft squeak of protest from the creature when the machine repeated the same process on her rear entrance, though the warm water seemed to soothe her. The last thing the two arms did is blow warm air over Fifteen, drying her properly.
The line rolled on and carried her into another chamber. Invisible light started to irradiate the pale skin of number fifteen, stimulating the fur to start growing. Curiously, Fifteen rubbed at her body with her hands, wondering what the lightly prickling and itching sensation was that she felt all over, not even noticing another arm coming down and injecting her a vaccine which would keep her immune to all known illnesses that could affect her system.
The next machine was the last, and it was by far the strangest one to her. It lacked walls, like the previous two; instead it had two large transparent windows and a dead-end wall ahead. When she arrived at it, the platform she was on stopped moving and a motorbike-like seat extended from the machine's only wall. Two arms extended again, this time equipped with gripping arms. Fifteen was forced to sit down on the seat, which seemed to perfectly mould to her inner thighs, for her rear was kept free.
''Start the performance test.'' One of the scientists said.
The limited thinking capabilities of Fifteen didn't leave her time to wonder what was meant, because she felt two warm and slick objects slowly force themselves into her pucker and female sex. She gasped, when not only did they stretch to fill her to the brim, but both intruders started to swell, gaining in girth incredibly. Cutely biting her lip, Fifteen looked on as thinner arms extended before her. Suction cups attached themselves to her nipples, immediately providing a strange sensation of pleasure.
She got distracted enough by that as she didn't notice two more things coming at her. One of them was a large fake rubber penis that slowly made its way into her mouth, two other arms forcing her to open her mouth and accept the phallus. Her own length was fully erect by now, throbbing softly at its twelve inches and drawing a pleased murmur from some of the scientists, for it managed to dribble some of the first droplets of the thick white fluid that was her semen. Fifteen was not designed to produce any other type of lubricating fluid than that; no pre-seminal fluid like any normal male should produce. A larger transparent tube drew closer and slid itself over the erection, attaching its end to the base of the shaft, a suction stimulating her into producing more of her cream. Smaller manipulator arms, encased in rubber, reached for Fifteen's testicles, massaging them. In the meantime the two phallic objects inside her started their stimulation, by moving back and forth in a specific rhythm. The whole machine started up pleasuring...testing Fifteen.
Some of the scientists watched for a while, and then left onto other tasks, as the machine was set to test its subject for an entire two hours with two fifteen minute breaks. Her moans and squeaks of pleasure were the only sound made in the entire room aside from the muted wet sounds of the machines performing the test. Men uncomfortably tugged at their pants while women crossed legs. The display was obviously very arousing to some. Rumour has it that such machines were used privately at times.
When the two hours were up, the machine displayed the results. It showed how many orgasms Fifteen achieved in the time, which were over a dozen for both male and female side, each delivery of fluids only slightly diminishing despite the repeated peaks in pleasure and constant use of her organs. There was only a slight collection of milk gained from Fifteen's breasts, as the milk production was made to be much slower than anything else, though still faster than a normal human would produce. The whole report was filed away.
By now Fifteen was covered in slick black fur that shined under the lights, if somewhat marred with the slickness of the past two hours and a degree of the creature's sweat, which was also a pleasant smell, by design.
Only Dr. Jones remained as Fifteen was ran through the washing machine again. She had shooed the other scientists away and looked at the petite bunny before her. Fifteen stared up at the woman curiously, expecting a command of some sort.
''Do you know who I am?''
''I'm sorry, but I don't know your name ma'am.''
''I am Doctor Henrietta Jones. Most people here call me Doctor Jones, but you may address me as Henrietta.''
''I understand Miss Henrietta, would you like me to serve you?'' Fifteen responded.
With a slight sigh, the woman nodded. ''Follow me, I will show you where you are to rest until tomorrow.''
Together they walked through the various halls of the complex, it was late, so only a few people witnessed this creature, clearly interested as nearly every head was turned, and many pairs of eyes remained on the lapine. Henrietta knew that other eyes were watching her and Fifteen for reasons other than personal satisfaction, obviously this was a big step in the progress in the upcoming of the production line and Mr. Halcyon himself might be watching as well.
They arrived at one of the many simple rooms which were basically luxury prison cells, made not to give such an impression to the casual eye. Fifteen was led inside and told to lie down on the bed and sleep until she was woken tomorrow.
Dr. Jones stood in the doorway and watched the creature close its eyes.
''So cute you are...so much potential...'' she thought to herself. ''For such a beautiful creature to go to waste as a simple slave...but, only a miracle would allow you to blossom like that. And I am powerless.''
She slowly turned around and sighed quietly, earning a small flick of Fifteen's ears, the creature observing that something was troubling the woman, an urge to soothe and please rising, though the order to sleep prevailed. And sleep she did after the door slid shut.