Upgraded in Love
Waylord and Jamie have been lovers for quite some time now. Today, they have decided to take a very important and exciting step in the path of their romance. What will happen to these two lovers? Will their relationship make through? Read and find out! 13,300 words!
Well, well, well.
An interesting journey from the very beginning to this point. The roots of this story are in something I wrote earlier this week, but as I approached 8,000 words, I just...meh'd about it all. The basic premise was interesting enough, but I started to feel that I could do better. A whole lot better, in fact, and that's why I axed that story, and took bits and pieces of it, to come up with something new. What follows now is the work of one evening and one afternoon of typing, and I must say, I'm exploring some new territory here, so I sure am hoping for some comments with this one!
So, have a fun read everyone, comment, vote, fave and watch, and have a lot of fun! I sure did!
Cheers :)
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"We should be preparing to land in five minutes, Mr. Cummings."
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The tiger's ears flicked softly within the oversized earphones covering them wholly, and prompted him to touch the little button near the base of the slim microphone that always seemed to threaten to tickle his whiskers, no matter how he positioned it.
_"_Thank you," the tiger rumbled and released the button.
"We are almost there, Way?" another voice almost immediately cut in, and made the tiger's eyes flutter from the vistas beyond the anti-reflection-coated window and over to the other side of the small cabin, where the Doberman sat, strapped to his own seat.
Waylord smiled, and flicked the tip of his striped tail against the neatly dressed canine's ankles, softly. His paw rose to touch the button once more.
_"_Yes we are, Jamie. Are you nervous?" the tiger smiled.
The Doberman returned him with a beautiful smile that reached his blue eyes, and made him smile even more broadly.
"Yes I am," the voice came through the digital communication circuit, clear as if the Doberman had whispered it into the tiger's ear, rather than uttered it into the small microphone that lingered by his own muzzle. "I find it quite, pleasant, if I may say."
_ _
The tiger smiled broadly and remembered to keep the button pressed down so that it would catch his chuckle as well.
"Is that really so?" Waylord asked.
"I think so. It is a great day for us, is it not, darling?" the beaming Doberman replied.
The tiger couldn't help but smile at the Doberman's eager, earnest tone, and wished that they would have been sitting side by side, so that he could have put his paws into the Doberman's, and simply hold him, while they waited for their ride to land. Some concessions had to made, however, and simply to flick his tail against the Doberman's legs again seemed like a fair substitute, when accompanied with a whole lot of gentle smiling.
"Yes, I think it is a very great day for us, Jamie."
"I admit that I am nervous, but I am also very eager to begin, darling. It is a whole new chapter in our lives, and I am impatient to see what it will bring."
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Waylord kept on smiling, and didn't stop when the helicopter banked, and out of the slightly tinted window, he could spot the shape of the building, looming at the distance.
"Look, there it is!" the tiger exclaimed, a paw raised to point the building out.
The Doberman turned his head eagerly to look at the direction indicated by the tiger's paw, and his ears flicked with curiosity, while paws remained gently pressed against his knees, as they had been throughout their airborne voyage.
"That is beautiful!" Jamie replied in a bright voice. "Oh, I never even imagined how it would look like with my own eyes! I have seen the pictures but they never quite captured it like this!"
Waylord let the smile linger on his lips while he too took in the sight of the skyscraper hovering at the distance but coming closer with every moment. The cylinder might not have been quite as fanciful as some other high-risers in the city, but its sheer utilitarian beauty in the contrast of the steel girders and the reflective windows made it stand out to a degree. He didn't watch it for too long, though, because watching Jamie watch the approaching building seemed so much more compelling for the moment. He really looked like a puppy about to visit an amusement park or a space station for the first time in his life.
Those tickets would be a beautiful surprise later on, the tiger decided, and pursed his lips as he tried not to smile with his secret. He wasn't very good at keeping secrets, especially not from someone as perceptive as Jamie. From someone who could so easily read his email, too, if he wanted to.
But never would. They trusted each other way too much for that.
_ _
"It is the first time you see it, isn't it?"
"Oh yes!" the Doberman enthused.
"I'm sure we can take another aerial tour of it once we are going back to our hotel," Waylord smiled.
"I would like that!" the Doberman grinned.
"Mr. Cummings, we are now preparing for approach. Please make sure your seatbelts are fastened, and stand by for landing."
_ _
"Thank you," Waylord spoke curtly.
The tiger made a cursory pat of the fasteners on his lap and chest straps, and then looked over at the Doberman, who now sat with his head held high, back immaculately straightened, and his paws as restful as they ever were, still on his knees. His face carried a small smile still, one so very familiar to Waylord that it almost instinctually made him smile as well.
"Commencing hovering now, sir."
_ _
The landing was pleasantly non-dramatic, and involved only a tiny little hitch when a gush of wind caught the helicopter, briefly, a few feet above the light-marked platform. The little jolt the passengers felt upon the landing legs touching the roof of the skyscraper was reassuringly strong, however, even if it gave you that strange sensation in your stomach. At least for the tiger, who let out a sign when the weird tingle passed, and he felt calm again.
"We have now landed, sir. Please wait to disembark. Mr. Cummings, your account at the hotel has been charged with 1,200 dollars for the conveyance. Is that agreeable to you?"
"Certainly. Thank you," Waylord didn't waste his words as he addressed the unseen pilot through the microphone.
"Thank you for the ride, mister," Jamie added in through his own channel.
"It is my pleasure to serve, sir." the disembodied voice replied.
"Concierge is now approaching. Please take care to remove your headsets before disembarking. Thank you for using Shepperton Aerial Transport Services. Please come again!"
_ _
"Thank you," Waylord muttered before he removed his headset.
By now, the thrum of the rotors had subsided, and the only sound was the hum of the air conditioning, which soon was replaced why a whirr as the door slid open, to the tiger's left. He squinted when sunlight suddenly hit his eyes, much brighter without the carefully adjusted window, and instinctually lifted a paw to shield his eyes.
"Welcome to ROCCO!" a voice almost as bright as the sun exclaimed.
The tiger blinked and allowed his eyes to adjust, and then, though the halo, he spotted the form of the golden-furred lion in a white uniform, now only a few yards away from the helicopter. He strode towards them with careful steps, undaunted by the height of the building, it seemed, as he approached.
"Well, here we are," Waylord spoke to the Doberman, who was now busily detaching himself from the flight harness.
"We are!" the Doberman replied cheerfully.
The swingy-tailed lion reached them before Waylord had the time to unclip his own restraints, and the golden-furred male was definitely not showing any of the sort himself, while he stopped by the helicopter and greeted them with a beaming smile.
"Mister Cummings!" the lion declared. "Jamie! Welcome!"
"Good morning," Waylord nodded politely.
"Good morning to you," Jamie replied with his toothy smile. "I am Jamie. What are you called?"
The lion's massive smile never faltered, and he also seemed to be most adept at speaking through the jaw-stretching expression, as well.
"I am called Herman. Thank you for asking!" the lion said. "Welcome to ROCCO!"
"Thank you, Herman! It is nice to meet you!" the Doberman said.
Waylord heard the reassuring snap of the lap belt, and finally felt himself become free of his contour-forming seat. The in-built stairs of the helicopter had already deployed upon landing, so it was easy for the tall lion to disembark by simply ducking his head down and then stepping out. He squinted again as the light caught him in the eye once more, now that he was out of the vehicle, but soon his back faced the blazing sun, and he could watch how Jamie stepped out of the helicopter. The lion, his tail ever swinging, watched them both eagerly, though his smile was slightly more reserved now.
"Mister Cummings, we are expecting you, and everything is on schedule," the lion called Herman spoke. "Would you please follow me to the elevator level, please? We must vacate the landing platform as soon as possible, another transport is incoming."
"Of course," the tiger nodded.
"Please follow me then, sir!" the lion beamed.
The tiger and the Doberman fell into step behind the swingy-tailed male, and walked with him to a pair of sliding doors that opened at the base of the spire that reached even higher than the actual top of the building. The thrum of helicopter engines was getting louder with the approach of another vehicle to the other side of the large platform, but they reached the well-lit elevator before any of them could catch a sight of the source of the noise. The sun made sure of nobody wanting to peek.
Cool, slightly flower-scented air washed over the furred males as the doors came to a close with a harmonic chime from a set of hidden speakers.
"Welcome to ROCCO. Please state your destination," a voice spoke, from everywhere at once, it seemed, in that strange sound cone effect that even now, after a lifetime of getting used to it, sometimes managed to startle the tiger.
"Allow me," the lion purred. "Elevator, level 78, please."
"Level 78 selected. Thank you."
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A muzak rendition of Spring from The Four Season piped in through the speakers, blocking any conversation for the duration it took for the elevator to hum its way to the assigned floor. It was a quick trip, too, since Waylord only had the chance to exchange quick looks with the Doberman before the doors again opened with that same loud chime.
"Level 78. Customization Services. Thank you for using ROCCO for your cybernetic needs."
_ _
Waylord snuffled at the in-built advertisement, just as they stepped out of the mirror-walled box and into the remarkably airy, tall space that spread open ahead of them. It looked more like a ground level lobby to him, rather than something you'd find hundreds of yards high up in the air. Considering that it was early in the morning, it was relatively populated, too, with furs walking about and seemingly radiating towards the large, curved service desk at the center of the space.
"I shall take you to your waiting room, Mister Cummings, Jamie," the lion piped in as soon as they had managed a couple of steps forward. "I have already handled your signing in to the facility and informed Doctor Thompson of your presence. Everything is proceeding according to the schedule. If you would just follow me now, please."
"I am glad to hear that," Waylord replied quickly.
"It is most impressive here!" Jamie exclaimed.
"Oh, thank you!" Herman the lion replied immediately, turning to smile beamingly at the Doberman while they walked in his tow. "If I may say, I often feel the same thing when I walk through here with our clients."
"I am not surprised!" Jamie replied.
Waylord smiled as he listened to the eager chatter between the two, and kept his eyes mostly on the lion's swinging tailtip while they crossed through the lobby and into a corridor lined with doors. Very soon they reached a door labeled "WAITING ROOM 78-06", which promptly opened upon their approach.
"Your waiting room, Mister Cummings, Jamie!" the lion stopped by the door and bowed, paw waving into the room.
Waylord nodded quickly in reply as he entered the room. It was decorated in shades of white and an earthy tan, perhaps somewhat bland, but the light coming from the ceiling lamps hidden beneath a colored plastic paneling was warm and the colors contributed to that feeling. The furniture was sparse and only consisted of a small round table with four chairs around it, as well as several video screens upon the walls. They were currently showing images of Western classics of art, as per Waylord's private request. A total of four doors led out of the room, and the tiger knew that he'd explore each of them, in turn, as the day unraveled.
"Welcome to your waiting room," Herman chirped as soon as they were in and nobody's tail had been caught into the sliding door. "This is where you will await before the procedure, and this is also where you will meet Dr. Thompson, and where you may relax and rest after the procedure. A bathroom is located to here..."
The lion waved his paw towards a door to their left.
"And the bedroom is to the right," the lion spoke with an accompanying paw wave. "Full amenities as specified are provided for your enjoyment, of course. We want your stay to be as pleasant as possible."
"It is very nice!" Jamie appraise after a quick look around the premises. "Thank you!"
"My pleasure!" Herman replied, tail swinging back and forth.
"Will Dr. Thompson be here soon?" Waylord asked, before the two could go into another round of exchanging courtesies.
The lion's ears flicked curiously, and his eyes were trained to the tiger instead of the Doberman, in a beat, followed by a broad smile.
"Doctor Thompson has been informed of your presence, and according to her secretary, she is on her way," Herman said.
"Good," Waylord replied. "That's good."
The Doberman stepped over to the big tiger and put his paws onto the striped male's arms. A soft smile lingered on his lips while he gave the buff cloth-covered arms gentle squeezes, looking into the tiger's eyes.
"Are you nervous now, darling?" Jamie spoke gently.
The tiger smiled, enjoying the touch, and the very presence of the Doberman, no matter the staring lion a couple of yards away.
"I must admit that I am," Waylord replied softly. "This is such a big thing..."
The Doberman flicked his ears gently and gave those tiger's arms a soft stroke, up and down, over the smooth grey cloth the suited feline wore. He almost purred under the touch, and his tail flicked and gently wound itself around Jamie's leg.
"Don't worry, darling," Jamie whispered. "This is what we want, and what I want."
The tiger snuffled.
"I know I worry for nothing but...still..."
"I understand," Jamie replied. "And I know I would feel the same, would our places be reversed, and I hope they never will..."
The Doberman rumbled gently, hoping to soothe his nervous tiger's nerves with the familiar sound, as well as his touch, which remained, above Waylord's elbows, as they held each other's arms with their paws. Even the lion, Herman, seemed to understand, and didn't cut in before the doors on to opposite wall to the doors through which they previously entered opened, and an otter walked into the room.
"Doctor Thompson!" Herman announced.
The tiger and the Doberman shared one final look before they detached themselves from one another and faced the small woman.
She could have only been described with the word petite, when it came to her physical size, the body easily clad in white, smooth material from neck to toe, and she even wore white gloves, and when she stopped, Waylord noticed that her tail was enclosed, too, where it protruded from the back of her uniform. She must have been fifty or so, but wearing a skintight outfit seemed to be not a problem for her, the tiger noted, with a hint of humor he hid in a clearing of his throat as he held out his paw in greeting.
"Doctor Thompson," he said.
The otter squeezed his paw, delicate fingers working surprisingly hard around the tiger's own thicker digits.
"Mister Waylord Cummings?"
A soft voice. Not shrill. Just soft.
"Yes, ma'am."
The moment was over, and she moved to squeeze the Doberman's paw.
"Jamie?"
The Doberman wagged his stub of a tail, and let his ears flick joyfully at the contact of their fingers. The otter was smiling, too.
"Yes, doctor, I am Jamie, A1, yes, doctor, for a few moments yet!"
"I know," the otter smiled, more broadly now, showing small teeth. "Such an interesting outlook on it, too, I must say! I like that!"
"Oh I like that too, doctor!" the Doberman rumbled happily. "I cannot express my or my Way's thanks enough, I think, if I may say."
Jamie proceeded to clasp the otter's paws, and squeezed them into his own, for a few moments, before the small woman smiled again, and gently withdrew them from his grasp. She then faced the tiger.
"Has Herman introduced you to the amenities here, Mister Cummings?" the otter asked.
"Yes, he has," the tiger spared a nod for the flicky-tailed lion. "And I am sure we will be exploring more of them later on."
"And you still intend to follow the procedure?"
"Absolutely," Waylord replied immediately. "I would not have it otherwise."
"Neither would I," Jamie added, with conviction. "I wish Way to be there, I truly do."
The otter nodded softly.
"Of course," she replied. "Herman will take you to the gowning room as you are taken to the operating theater, Jamie. You may be present as soon as he enters the operating area, Mister Cummings."
"Thank you," the tiger replied.
"Do you have any further questions about the A3 conversion procedure you have chosen as your preferred option?" Dr. Thompson's businesslike voice continued.
"We have been briefed in great detail, Doctor," Jamie said. "I have reviewed every outcome report, manual and option, as well as explored various basic personality, procedure and motor control programming options, and we have chosen our preferred ones, together with Way."
"And even I believe that I have grasped the fundamental aspects of what will take place today," Waylord added, feeling that the otter and the Doberman were communicating on a much deeper level for now.
"As is most appropriate," the otter nodded.
"If only since I'm paying," the tiger added, with a little snuffle, to make sure that the amusing message was carried through properly.
"Indeed!" Herman declared suddenly. "Your financial exchange has been handled through your company, Mister Cummings."
"As it should be," the tiger snorted. "We would not be here otherwise, of course."
"Of course!" the lion grinned.
"What is the time, Herman?" the otter spoke quickly.
The lion didn't miss a beat as he swiveled around on his footpaws to face the otter and the otter only.
"The time is twenty-one minutes past nine in the morning, Doctor!"
"Then I must leave," Doctor Thompson said quickly, turning to face their two clients. "I will oversee the final calibration of the equipment before the procedure, and I will now excuse myself. Herman will come to fetch you soon. Herman, please."
"Yes, Doctor!"
A few polite nods later, both the otter and the lion disappeared through the mysterious door, leaving the tiger and the Doberman to stand in the silent room, just the two of them.
They moved into each other's arms without words, embracing one another with careful familiarity. Their noses brushed together a moment before their lips, and the kiss lingered on for a full minute before Waylord had to bring it to a stop, to catch a proper breath. His arms didn't budge.
"Oh Jamie..." the tiger murmured.
"Way..." the Doberman smiled.
"I love you," the tiger whispered close to one of the pointed brown ears.
"I love you too, Way," the Doberman replied happily. "And soon I will be able to love you even more than ever before, and it is going to be fantastic. I cannot wait, darling!"
The tiger simply squeezed the Doberman close to him and didn't speak another word before the mysterious doors opened again, and the lion stepped through.
"It is time to go now, Mister Cummings. Jamie," Herman spoke politely. "If you would follow me now."
Another soft look passed between them. When they stepped into the clinically white corridor, their paws were still joined, as they followed the lion's swinging tail, all the way to a door marked "OPERATING THEATER 78-1-SUBJECT PREPARATION AREA."
"If you would enter here, Jamie, and follow the instructions of the staff," the lion pointed at the door.
A final look, this time, a squeeze of fingers, and a smile, before they had to part, for good now, as the door opened, and Jamie walked through into the space beyond, still smiling confidently. Waylord had to bite his teeth together when the door slid closed behind him, so as not to let out a sharp sound of the nerves coursing through him.
"He is now preparing for the procedure," the lion noted softly. "We may go to the gowning room now. Only a little way here, see?"
It truly was only less than a dozens steps later that they reached a door marked as such, and its door opened with a rush of cool air that ruffled the tiger's furs. The lion did not seem to have any trouble sauntering in behind the tiger, into a room that seemed much like a locker room, though instead of sports equipment, what hung from the ceiling resembled space suits. The rows of small cabinets were more familiar, however, and Herman the lion soon approached one and opened it.
"Please place your garments, shoes and any loose items, electronics and metallic objects here," the lion said. "You may wear any piece of underwear with the protective suit. Have you been cleared for magneto-sensitive environments before?"
"Yes, during the workup," the tiger replied.
"Excellent!" the lion smirked. "Proceed when you are ready, sir."
Waylord didn't waste much time undressing, until he stood barepaws on the tiled floor. It felt pleasantly warm under his pads, however. He didn't get to wriggle his toes for long, however, because the lion was back, with one of the white suits held in paws.
"These are very simple, sir, you simply step in, and I will close the Velcro on the back. Once we are in the operating theater, you will attached to the communication and ventilation leads."
Waylord eyed the floppy garment, and nodded.
"I was told about that, too, and I read up on it."
"Excellent!" the lion beamed. "If I may help..."
The tiger slipped into his first spacesuit easy enough, he thought, or so it felt once he had flexed his fingers within the in-built gloves and had his tail comfortably tucked into the pouch of the back. The Velcro closed with a rattling sounds, and soon he felt the warmth of his own breaths fogging the faceplate. His breaths sounded loud now, enclosed as he was, but the lion standing in front of him gave him a simple thumbs-up and a grin.
"You are now ready to enter the operating theater. They are ready to begin soon, and you may now enter. Through these doors here, please. Simply walk in, and you will be instructed. I cannot follow, since only suited personnel and units are allowed."
"I think I'll manage," the tiger replied. "Thank you for your assistance."
"It is my pleasure, if I may say," the lion beamed.
Waylord decided to skip further niceties and simply stomped his way to the indicated pair of doors. They opened with the standard hissing sound, and he entered into a small cubicle, with bare doors on the other side marked "OPERATING THEATER 1". The doors behind him closed, and there was a rush of hair, and thrum, before the doors ahead of him finally opened.
He did not wonder why the room was called what it was, as soon he was allowed access. Gleaming white walls, floor and ceiling, complete with mobile extra bright lamps, computer screens, carts filled with equipment and so many pieces of exotic machinery that he felt like he had entered a wonderful gadget shop during the best holiday season. At the heart seemed to be a table, at a comfortable height, with more equipment surrounding it.
Two suited figures were present, and as soon as Waylord entered, the one closest to him, revealed to be a goat, stepped close to him.
"I will plug you in!" the goat said quickly.
Waylord nodded, and watched how the goat picked up one of the tubes hanging from the ceiling and attached it to an unseen port behind his neck. The tiger felt a rush of cool air over his face, and breathed deeply at the crisp flow.
"Hello!" the goat spoke, his voice now amplified and obviously coming through an electric circuit. "I am Octavius! What is your name?"
The tiger quirked his brow at the extremely familiarity, but decided to play along. This goat was most likely an unit, after all. He felt comforted by the idea. The steadiest paws imaginable, touching his Jamie when he was at his most vulnerable.
"I am Mister Cummings," the tiger said. "Hello."
"I am Octavius, I am an anthrobotic assembly unit, and I will be working at today's procedure. Here is my colleague, Holly!"
The other white-clad fur approached them, revealed himself to be a bear in the process.
"Hello, I am Holly!" the bear spoke, face to face with Waylord now. "Nice to meet you, Mister Cummings! I am an anthrobotic assembly unit, and I will be working in today's procedure as well."
"Nice to meet you both," the tiger said.
"Here," the busy-sounding goat spoke again, rousing Waylord's attention to himself and a small shiny metal stool the goat was pushing now. "A seat for you. The operation shall take up to four hours. You may wish to be seated, if I may suggest."
"Thank you," Waylord rumbled as he settled himself into the stool and kicked it at some distance from the cluster of equipment, lights, and the imposing black table.
For a while there was nothing for him to do but to watch the goat and the bear go through their devices, walking around the table and speaking to each other in technobabble that the tiger had not even a slightest chance of understanding. They went through equipment laid down on the cards, touched control panels on the side of the towering machines surrounding the table and simply moved at such speed that the tiger could do nothing but watch them, feeling impressed.
It all changed when another door opened, and through it stepped the small white form that was unmistakably a certain Dr. Thompson, followed by a suited wolf and...
...and that was where Waylord's breath caught in his throat...
"Are the microscanners ready and primed, Octavius?" dr. Thompson demanded sharply.
Waylord didn't hear the reply. He could only stare at the form walking alongside the wolf, and their eyes met, and the...form...smiled, and flicked a pair of silver ears.
"Way!" the pearly teeth moved along to the silvery jaws that almost gleamed under the bright lighting, and the blue eyes were as sharp as ever. but the face, the face wasn't that of Jamie, at least not the one he knew.
"Jamie!" Waylord replied.
"It is so strange!" the silvery shape exclaimed. "Look at me!"
Waylord blinked, and looked again at the tall, slim toothy shape who was held by one arm by the wolf in the white suit.
"I am looking at you," Waylord rumbled, wondering if his Jamie could hear him as well as the others, hooked into the microphones.
Jamie waved his free paw over his silvery body, and let out a bark.
"I would have never imagined how strange this feels!" he chuckled, sounding breathless. "Am I beautiful like this, Way? How do I look like?"
"...the standard set..." the otter's voice coursed into Waylord's ears as he stared at the male he knew so well.
"You look...curious!" Waylord replied.
"We should move now," the wolf standing by Jamie spoke, with a smile, of course. "We are ready to begin."
"Oh Way..." Jamie crooned.
"Please lay down onto the table, Jamie," Doctor Thompson spoke now. "We are ready to begin."
"Oh yes!"
Jamie's ears flicked rapidly as he walked across the room, arm in arm with the wolf, who then helped him to settle onto the bare surface of the table. Octavius and Holly immediately moved towards him, and began to attach what appeared to be a number of electric cables onto the silvery body.
Waylord watched and tried his best not to worry for the Doberman's well-being, while he was being worked on. The wolf who had accompanied Jamie stepped over to him, to the tiger's slight surprise, and grinned down to the seated male.
"Hello! I am Steven, an anthrobotics assembly unit. I will be assisting in the procedure," the wolf spoke. "I also helped to remove mister Jamie's external layer. That is one of my specialties as an assembly unit."
"Nice to meet you," Waylord rumbled.
"I must go now, I am needed," the wolf replied, and turned his back to the tiger.
Their frenzied discourse continued for several minutes, all the while multiple paws worked on the prone form of Jamie, who simply stared at the ceiling with a smile on his lipless muzzle. He didn't seem to mind the restrains that had been placed around each of his limbs and his torso, either. Waylord had to admit to himself that the sight was slightly unsettling, no matter that he and Jamie had reviewed video recordings of this procedure together, while trying to make the big decisions.
"This is Doctor Selena Thompson speaking," the otter's voice filled his ears again. "Initiating operational record on the A1 to A3 retrofit reconversion procedure on Multimate A1 unit RR-4567921 Jamie. Existing unit physical reconversion chosen as the preferred form of procedure. Personality programming backup into quantum interface has been committed. Exolayer has been removed, and body has been sterilized and degaussed in preparation for procedure. All staff is accounted for, and all equipment has been declared to be in operational condition. Does everyone concur?"
A round of "yes"'s went around the room, whispered into Waylord's ears, and even Jamie added his own, before he returned to quiet stillness.
"Let it stand on the operational record that everyone in attendance has agreed that the procedure shall take place. We will begin with the removal of the inguinal, hypogastric and umbilical plates."
The three technicians each began to work at remarkable speed, picking up instruments, passing them to one another and speaking in clipped tones while the otter remaining standing by a bank of computer screens, where she watched them intently. Waylord wondered whether he should had requested the doctor to explain to him what was going on, since it didn't seem to be information that they were planning to volunteer, but remained quiet, especially when the first so-called plates came through and his mate's innards came to view.
it was not very dramatic, all said. Simply more layers of plastic, the muscles, or whatever felt so much like muscles, a few nondescript cables and tubes that lacked all flashiness. Instruments were poked into places and words were exchanged rapidly, with the occasional instruction from the stoic otter.
Waylord felt oddly fascinated by the sight of several actual parts of his lover standing on top of one of the carts, unattended for now by anyone. He wondered what it'd feel like to touch what usually was his Doberman's left thigh, now reduced to what looked like a piece of silvery metal or plastic, but he also knew that he would probably be kicked out of the place for taking such a liberty.
"Operational area has been now exposed, and the initial anatomy has been mapped," Doctor Thompson continued in her clipped tone, sounding just like her assistants, at least to the tiger's ears. "We may begin integration of the desired functional module. Are you comfortable to proceed, Jamie?"
"Oh yes, thank you, doctor!" Jamie replied, still grinning. "I can't wait! Please, if I may!"
"We are ready to proceed," Octavius spoke, standing by Jamie's thigh.
"All structural members have been found appropriate for the integration," Steven added.
"Holly, would you please fetch the customized A3 attachment from the container?" Doctor Thompson demanded.
"Yes, Doctor!"
The bear quickly walked over to one of the numerous carts and pulled it close to the operational zone, so to speak, before opening the top and producing a transparent, cylinder-shaped container from within.
Waylord's coiled tail jumped at the sight of the object, and he couldn't help but watch how it was conveyed from the cart to another, where it was placed down in front of the small otter. The bear removed the lid and set it aside.
"The A3 attachment has been verified to be in order, and we will now begin integration," the otter recorded, while her paws slipped into the round container, and delicately picked up the object.
It might have looked like a jumble of wires, cables and tubing, attached to something that looked vaguely...something, but Waylord couldn't stop staring the object while it was moved in the otter's paws, how she hovered over the permanently smiling Jamie's form, and how the goat and the wolf moved alongside her, speaking quickly to each other, trading instruments at remarkable speed, working with sheer mechanical efficiency that Waylord couldn't help but admire.
And yet, it was so intimate, to watch this take place, that the tiger wasn't sure what to think about what was happening. His Jamie, his Doberman, strapped into this table and undergoing this for what purpose?
Because of him, them, and his many needs, and...
"...attach the A to D flexible membranes to the femoral struts using D9 links..."
"...careful with the anthrobotic relays...they go into the left primary gateway..."
"...data connections...checked..."
"...fluid system attachment...."
"...here is the reservoir system..."
"...let it be noted that the reservoir system was placed into the left and right umbilical ballast spaces for the purpose of accommodating the retrofit system..."
"Ohhh I wish I could watch...I do wish I could watch!" Jamie chattered happily, his head fixed to a position that only allowed him to stare at the grey ceiling, for the moment. "Way, darling, are you watching?"
The tiger almost jumped at being spoken to directly, and hurried to reply.
"Yes," he said, "I am watching, in amazement, Jamie."
"Is it interesting?" the Doberman questioned.
"...posterior alignment looks appropriate..."
"...caudal relay..."
"...hydraulic collector..."
"Oh yes, Jamie, it is a wonderful...scary, but wonderful."
"Can we watch the video together?" the Doberman sounded hopefully.
"Yes, if you want to, Jamie," the tiger replied.
"...structural components are ready..."
"...subsystems are ready for checks..."
The little otter doctor walked over to her bank of computers, and touched several icons on the screens. She studied their readouts momentarily before turning to face the rest of the room.
"Drapes, please, and the collector attachment, Octavius, we shall begin the operational sequence testing now. "
Waylord's ears flicked rapidly against the top of his helmet as he listened to these words. The goat had thrown a green cloth over the Doberman that covered most of his body all the way to his neck and his ankles...with the clear exception of something pink protruding from a hole in the drape. The tiger felt an odd thrill as he watched this immobile...component, now, strangely highlighted by the new arrangement.
"Is something happening, Waylord?" Jamie spoke. "Way, darling, is something happening? I can not see and I can not feel but I think something is happening..."
The tiger watched how the goat attached a suspiciously familiar-looking object to the end of the odd protrusion now evident in his lover's groin, and smiled helplessly.
"I think something will be happening very soon, Jamie. Do not worry about it."
"I can not wait to feel!" the Doberman barked out.
"We are ready!" Octavius declared.
The otter had gone back to her computers by this time, and seemed to concur, with a clearing of her throat.
"Jamie," Doctor Thompson said.
"Yes, Doctor?" the Doberman chimed.
"I am going to be activating several systems in your new A3 phallic apparatus, Jamie" the otter said, "these include the primary motor system, the new hydraulic system, which enables you to have an erection, the sensory system, and the program interface system. I will be testing that last, because first we have to make sure that the mechanical interface is ready before we activate your new programming."
"Ohhhh so I will be able to feel it, but not enjoy it at first?" the Doberman spoke curiously.
"In essence, yes," Doctor Thompson replied.
"Way, you must tell me what is happening when it happens!" Jamie's voice rose while his ears flicked eagerly. "Please, Way!"
"Of course I will," the tiger chuckled. "I am most eager myself, especially after all the demonstrations."
Jamie chuckled happily.
"Oh I loved those demonstrations!" the now silvery Doberman replied with a chuckle. "Oh yes, we had so much fun..."
Waylord felt his cheeks warm at the Doberman's unabashed words, not to mention, the definite stirring in his own loins while he stared at his lover's brand new...groin. Indeed, that reddish...stick was still there, closely observed by cameras, instruments, the otter, and all the three technicians crowded around the table.
"Yes, we did," Waylord rumbled quietly, cheeks in flames, which made him feel a bit silly, the big cat that he was.
"Oh I can not wait..."
"Power system, activated," Doctor Thompson declared.
Waylord's ears jumped, and somehow he had expecting something to happen at that very moment, too, but no...there was only stillness, and the whisper of air flowing into his helmet. No drama, yet.
"Confirmed power system initiation. Interface programs have been loaded for the retrofit equipment, and the primary is accepting the code well."
"Ohhh heheheehehehehe!" Jamie chuckled in a long drawl. "Such interesting thoughts you are giving to me, Doctor!"
"That is you new programming settling into the subroutine base," the otter replied. "I am now initiating the primary hydraulic sequence."
"Ohhhh I can not wait to see and feel that! Way, please, tell me what it will look like? Please tell me that I will be beautiful!"
"I will tell you," the tiger whispered.
"Primary hydraulic sequence, go," the otter murmured.
Waylord's eyes widened.
Now something was definitely happening, and it was...impressive. The vaguely shaped object stirred, it absolutely stirred, as if...well, some had turned on a switch, and now the oddly molded subject of the tiger's attention had come alive. The color had changed from odd pink to a definite dusky red, the color gained tones and depth, and that might have also been because the shape was moving, too.
"Positive response observed," Steven the wolf reported.
"Ohhhhh I can feel it happening...I can feel things...ohhh...." the Doberman slurred.
"It is happening alright, Jamie," Waylord mumbled.
The object was growing now, too, reaching for the ceiling with every inch that was added to it, and the shape that had been vague was now such a definite one that the tiger couldn't help but stare, with his muzzle open.
That was a cock.
It was one thing to see it on the procurement list, "A3 retrofit phallus attachment, customized in-lab, 750,000.- , or in the ROCCO showroom, or in the showcase unit, who had been not coy at all about his endowment, but to see it there, on Jamie, now, simply made the tiger speechless. Where before had only been smooth fur, some he had touched countless times, now there was a fully sized, fully erect, swollen, throbbing cock, that by every definition of a dick in Waylord's book looked exactly like the real thing.
"Maximum primary hydraulic response," the otter noted.
"Wow..." Waylord mumbled.
"It feels wonderful, Way!" Jamie beamed. "Not...good yet, if I may say, but I can feel it...it feels so different..."
"It...it looks different, too," the tiger muttered.
"Octavius, would you please check the phallus for tone and response?" the otter stated.
"My pleasure, Doctor!" the goat replied.
A glowed paw suddenly landed onto the burgeoning erection, took a firm grip of it, and began to manipulate the stiff organ. The Doberman lying on his back did not response with anything but a sudden bark, followed by a chuckle.
"And I can definitely feel that!"
The goat's paw did what could only be described as jerking-off motions over the Doberman's brand new swollen shaft, careful not to make the condom-like reservoir at the end to fall away, before he finally released Jamie's cock and stepped back.
"I find it most adequate, Doctor, if I may say!" the goat was definitely grinning behind that faceplate of his, causing Waylord's neck furs to stir with a hint of jealousy at the goat being the one who got to handle the Doberman first, not him.
"My readings concur that," the otter replied. "Initiating secondary hydraulic function, now."
"Ohhhh that is the knot, is it not?" Jamie immediately cut in. "Way, darling, please tell me!"
The tiger felt his own arousal grow with each powerful throb of that newly emerged erection, which was again becoming even more alive, for near the base, the knot had definitely began to take shape. It grew with pulses that made it swell, a little by little, with veins visibly pulsing along the thick flesh. Waylord desperately wanted to feel it now, touch it, put his own fingers on it...he wondered whether it would feel warm, whether it would feel right...so many thoughts, and he couldn't...act yet.
"Yes, Jamie, it is the knot."
"I think this counts as a 100% response too, Doctor!" Octavius declared, fingers squeezing down on the bulb of flesh now.
"I feel that!" Jamie yelped. "Hahahhahahahah, I feel that!"
"And I can see the adaptive hydraulic fluid system responding to changes in pressure on the shaft, which means that we have achieved perfect motor operation," Doctor Thompson said.
"Does it look good, Way?" Jamie implored. "Darling?"
The tiger's own erection throbbed while he took in the sight of the canine spire of flesh poking out of the hole in the green cloth, and he couldn't help but nod, even if the Doberman couldn't see.
"Yes, it looks...just like we thought it would," the tiger murmured.
"Octavius, please secure the collector while I initiate the ejaculation function," the otter spoke from her computer station.
"Yes, Doctor!"
Waylord grit his teeth together while the goat's fingers circled the Doberman's blunt tip, squeezing the clear plastic onto the flesh. The same envious feeling was back, and only seemed to intensify while his tail coiled and relaxed inside its safe pouch. He was glad that the suit wasn't exactly form-fitting, considering that the front of his boxers would have likely caused a few brows to rise.
"Alright, Jamie, I'm going to initiate the function now...you will be able to feel a great deal now..."
"I look forward to enjoying it, too!" the Doberman replied with a grin.
"Standard program...on..."
Now there was not even the slightest chance of mistaking what was going to happen. The long, red shaft twitched, and white fluid poured into the condom in strong, natural spurts that soon caused the floppy plastic to bulge up with the thick liquid flowing into it. Waylord felt himself throb almost to the rhythm with his lover, staring with rapt attention at the spectacle of his Jamie's very first ejaculation.
"Wow...I can feel it jump!" the Doberman flicked his ears rapidly. "It feels cool! Way, does it look hot?"
The tiger didn't mind the fact how dirty it must have sounded, when he spoke in reply, almost immediately.
"It looks really hot, Jamie."
"I am so glad!" the Doberman smiled.
Just like the nature intended, the spurts soon ebbed down and finally came to a halt, which left the goat to remove the condom from the Doberman's tip. He carefully held it up and inspected the spoogy outcome of the...test drive, glistering under the bright surgical lamps.
"No discoloration from system contaminants detected, Doctor," the goat stated. "It appears perfectly normal in viscosity."
"Ohhhhhhh!" the Doberman exclaimed. "I can see that now!"
The goat chuckled and lifted his surprise a bit higher.
"Here you go, Jamie!"
"Wow....my first cum!" the Doberman barked. "Look at that, Way!"
The tiger felt his cheeks burn even further, now that the Doberman had slipped into some decisively unscientific lingo, but he simply sat still, and nodded.
"Yes, I can see it, Jamie."
"Holly, could you please sterilize the phallus before I initiate the deflation program?"
"Certainly, Doctor!"
The bear produced a square wipe, and swiftly cleaned the glimmering shaft of any remains of Jamie's spunk. Very soon the otter touched something on her control console, and with exaggerated speed, the proud canine erection shrunk to what must've been exactly what a dormant cock must've looked like, the tiger thought, while hidden inside it s sheath. Jamie didn't have one yet, but the tiger knew that would follow soon enough.
"I really can not wait until I get to feel that, Doctor," the Doberman spoke again, as the staff moved around the prone male, working on their equipment, with the otter leading the entire orchestra from in front of her computers.
"Very soon, Jamie," Doctor Thompson noted. "Now, next, I will have to deactivate your facial program and the majority of your speech production systems once we start the maxillofacial reconstruction. However, we will have a data connection with your communication module, so you may communicate via text, and you will of course hear everything we speak to you, without a problem. Do you understand?"
"Of course, Doctor," the Doberman replied. "I am most ready to begin. Are you ready too, Way?"
The tiger adjusted his slightly uncomfortably crossed legs, and nodded in the otter's direction.
"I am ready," he said. "As long Jamie is."
"I most certainly am!" the Doberman yipped.
"I am now disengaging the systems. Octavius, please fetch the A3 maxillofacial components. Steven, monitor the electrostatic output of the primary system, please. Holly, prepare to detach the maxilla unit."
Another round of approval echoed throughout the room, as the technicians rushed to work again. Waylord's next hour consisted of watching the trio take apart his most favorite muzzle in the world. They worked like artists, he decided, after a while, when the time wore on, his back became more and more stiff from sitting on the uncomfortable stool, and the novelty of the spacesuit became a thing of the past. It was a lonely feeling, too, since nobody in the room paid any attention to him, and even Jamie was quiet, if forced by the fact that his jaw and teeth were resting on a table under a strange lamp and a microscope and being poked by a cheerfully humming Octavius.
The bouncing dialogue still made no sense to the tiger, but he understood the parts about "pectoral plate modification" and "A3 papillar components", when the work moved over to the still silent Doberman's chest, because those they had told him about during the briefing sessions. The speech about "nociception improvements" and "sensory networks" wasn't quite as transparent, but when Doctor Thompson declared that "the subject should be moved to the prone position and the microscope should be brought in", he was quite well aware of what was going to happen next. It was slightly unnerving that the Doberman was still quiet, but Waylord somehow got the feeling that Jamie's excitement might have brought unusual verbal responses to the ongoing technical dialogue as well as the physical changes taking part in his body with every passing minute.
He found it strange that there was no wall clock in the operating theater, but considering the staff members and their impeccable perception of time, perhaps it was not a surprise. Jamie never had trouble telling time, of course, naturally these units were the same. Even the small woman seemed to be very well in tune with them, though Waylord's suspicions about her organic nature had been destroyed when the doctor took a very vocally announced bathroom break at one point. The assembly units remained cheerful and always busy, untiring paws and tongues at work as they danced their private synchronized waltz around their patient.
Then suddenly it was all over, it seemed, because tubes and cables were detached, a button was flicked, and the immobilized silver Doberman on his belly flicked his tail, his ears, and let out a deep rumble.
"Ohhhhh nice!"
Jamie pushed his upper body up with his paws and then rolled over to a seated position on the edge of the bed, ears flicking wildly while he yawned - a particularly grotesque sight with only teeth and no lips to speak of - but Waylord could tell by the expression that the new jaw was working fantastically.
"Wow!"
He was about to get up to his paws, too, but the goat and the bear grabbed him by his arms and made sure that the Doberman remembered to sit down.
"Easy now!" Octavius spoke. "Let your gyroscopes recalibrate before you move too much!"
"But there is so much to do!"
The beaming Doberman looked down to his silvery lap and the reddish stick poking out of his previously neuter groin, which now also sported a pair of silvery gonads. Even without a...face...the expression was not hard to depict.
The puppy wanted to play.
"Let them work you up first, Jamie," Waylord spoke, though the smirk on his lips was inevitable.
Steven the wolf picked up and instrument from one of the carts and waved it over the Doberman's eyes.
"Good response all across the board," Doctor Thompson mused, looking at her computer screens.
"I concur," Steven replied, putting the instrument down. "I think it is safe for him to be moved to the preparation room."
"Did you hear that, Waylord?" the Doberman's eyes beamed as he looked over at the still seated tiger. "They're going to put my fur back on!"
"Do you already miss your coat?" the tiger smiled.
The Doberman stretched out his arms and stared down along his body before he looked back at him again.
"Oh yes! This is fun but I think it will be even more fun with my fur back on!"
The otter doctor walked over, unhurried steps, they were, as she parked herself between the burgeoning Doberman and the tiger, who stood up to his stiff paws out of instinct, when the lady approached.
"All the upgrades have been successfully applied," Doctor Thompson spoke. "The primary program alterations have not yet been brought online, but we will do that after the sensory network upgrades have been made operational once the exo-layer is reapplied. Jamie, you will now go with Octavius and Steven. Mister Cummings, you should now leave for the gowning room. Herman will be there waiting for you and will take you back to your waiting room. Jamie will come back as soon as he is ready."
"I can not wait, darling!" Jamie grinned.
"Thank you, Doctor," the tiger rumbled.
"It is what we do here at ROCCO," Doctor Thompson replied. "Answer to your cybernetic needs."
The tiger's ears flicked at the sudden pep talk, but decided not to comment on that. He turned to face the Doberman instead, and smiled broadly so that it would be clearly visible through his faceplate.
"I'll be going now, Jamie, but I'll be waiting for you."
"Please!" the Doberman's ears flicked cheerfully.
"Let me detach you, Mister Cummings!" Holly the bear moved for him.
*
"...and I took the liberty of ordering some food for you, Mister Cummings!" Herman declared as the doors slid open and his monologue came to a brief halt.
The smell of cooked meat hung strongly in the waiting room, and was definitely making the tiger feel hungrier by the moment.
"Does it come with the price tag?" the tiger grinned toothily as he eyed the uniformed lion.
"All inclusive, sir!" the lion winked in reply.
Waylord snuffled briefly, but kept on smiling.
"How long do you think it will take before Jamie returns?"
The lion's ears flicked briefly.
"It is now half past two pm. They estimate that they are ready by three pm. That is half an hour for you to relax after the procedure, Mister Cummings."
"Indeed," the tiger rumbled. "I think I would prefer to be in private now."
"Of course," the lion bowed. "I will be back with Jamie soon."
"Thank you."
The lion flashed him a smile before he disappeared through the door, and left the tiger to enjoy his two-million-dollar complimentary steak.
*
Waylord was halfway through the chocolate mocca pudding with a lemon twist when the interior doors opened, and a very eager and flicky-eared and shiny-furred Doberman rambled in, trailed by the more modest lion called Herman.
"Darling!" Jamie hollered, the sudden exclamation especially amusing coming from someone built like a football quarterback.
"Here is your Jamie, Mister Cummings!" the lion added.
The tiger abandoned any pretences of propriety as he dropped his fork and stood up just in time for the Doberman to grab him into a massive hug.
"Ohhhhhhh Wayyyyyyyyyyyy!"
The Tiger "umph!"ed with the pat of Jamie's paws over his back, and grabbed the Doberman with his own. Jamie was rumbling loudly, and when their faces were aligned, his tongue slipped out of his muzzle and began to bathe Waylord's lips.
"Ohhh I missed you..." the Doberman rumbled. "I know you were there all the time even when I could not speak but...I missed you! I missed this!"
"I missed you too!" Waylord purred in reply, smiling even as his lips got tongue-bathed.
"Ohhh I love you, I love you!" the Doberman murmured. "And guess what?"
Waylord chuckled and patted the Doberman's back with his big paws, holding him close.
"Yes, Jamie?" he asked.
The Doberman flicked his ears cheerfully and then, much to Waylord's surprise, pushed their hips even more firmly together, and held steady.
"I've got a bulge now!" the Doberman barked.
The tiger couldn't help but chuckle. He was definitely feeling the very realistic lump pressing against his own belly, and that seemed to bring no end to the joy for the Doberman, too, who kept of wagging his stub of a tail, too, and grinning goofily.
"Yes, you do now," Waylord smiled. "Wow indeed..."
"It gets better!" Jamie barked. "Here..."
The tiger's eyes widened when the Doberman simply and outright began to hump his belly, with short, canine strokes of his hips that mashed their bodies together and made that very pronounced lump press repeatedly over the tiger's softly furred belly. The tiger was so surprised that he almost told the Doberman to stop, considering that they had some company besides one another, but only a few seconds passed before he realized that perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea at all.
The Doberman kept on thrusting, and with every movement, that bulge became bigger and bigger, and soon Jamie let out a throaty yip, and pressed their hips as close together as he ever could, and simply ground himself against the tall tiger's belly once more. He gasped, flicked his ears back, rumbled deeply, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, to meet his lover's gaze, and grinned.
"See?" Jamie chuckled. "They plugged it in for me! They initiated all the programming! This was my humping that did this, because it felt good! Not just a system check! I got a boner from humping you! You turn me on! I love you!"
Jamie let out another celebratory bark and kissed the tiger before Waylord had the chance to even open his maw to speak anything in reply, and the tongue pushed between his lips didn't help at all.
But it felt great.
The slippery tongue stroked against his lips and their insides as well, soon inviting Waylord's own to meet that slightly raspy, slick appendage. The kiss suddenly became much more intense when the tongue-tied aspect was added to it. The tiger felt himself grow hard in rapid pulses of his sheath, and soon his own erection rivaled the Doberman's, especially when it came to tumescence. His paws fell over the Doberman's firm rump and squeezed hard, making Jamie bark out happily once more.
"Oh I had no idea how good this would be now that I have proper erogenous zones...it feels like I'm on fire everywhere!" the Doberman drooled when Waylord had to pull back for a big gulp of air. "This new sensory net is much more fun than my old upgrade! You're groping my ass!"
The Doberman pushed his rump back against the tiger's big, fluffy paws, and licked his lips as he felt the tension grow on his lover's fingers, squeezing down on his double buns.
"I am," the tiger purred, helplessly.
"I like it," the Doberman licked his lips. "Ohhh my lips are so warm and tingling from that kiss...and I have a boner...and I love you...and I love my new sexual subroutine...so much better than just service pack...heheheheh...."
"I love you too, Jamie," Waylord rumbled happily. "But..."
"Yes?" the Doberman breathed eagerly.
The tiger cleared this throat.
"Mister Herman, if I may...would you please vacate our room?"
The almost forgotten lion's ears flicked quickly, and his patient smile widened.
"Of course, Mister Cummings," Herman replied. "A technician will be here in a few hours to check your systems, Jamie, but everything seems to be functioning just fine now, so I am sure it will be simply a matter of protocol."
"Thank you, Herman!" Jamie replied with a broad grin.
"Herman," Waylord spoke, sounding much more impatient.
"Thank you, sir," the lion bowed softly, and then disappeared through the door into the corridor beyond.
Waylord snorted and regarded his handsome love once again, and brushed his paws over the Doberman's back.
"Finally..."
Jamie chuckled.
"Five years..." he said.
The tiger snuffled and poked his fingers against the Doberman's lower back, eliciting a pleased rumble.
"Silly," the tiger smiled. "You know what I mean..."
Jamie's paws gripped onto the big striped male's sides and brushed him through the soft cloth.
"Oh I know...Oh I do know, darling..." the Doberman rumbled happily, paws sliding over Waylord's hips.
The tiger smiled and was going for another kiss when he suddenly stopped upon the feeling of a paw pushing between their bodies, grabbing a hold of him, in the most intimate way possible, eliciting a moan.
"Ah!" the tiger grumbled, his maw fell open, and the sound vibrated warmly out of his throat, as he felt the familiar, confident touch of his lover, upon him.
"Let us go to the bedroom and fuck, darling," the Doberman rumbled hotly. "I want to feel you inside me for the first time, Way."
The tiger's ears jumped at the sudden husked dirty words, and caught the Doberman's eyes curiously.
"Did they install a new dirty talk program, too?" he rumbled, only half-serious.
Jamie chuckled and thrust his firm erection against the tiger's similar endowment with another smile and a yip from him.
"My new sexual routines are still being integrated. I am having a bit trouble separating the romantic subprograms from the horny bastard programming that is threatening to take over with every minute I am not having you inside me, Way," the Doberman husked, looking almost suffering now.
The tiger breathed out loudly, and gripped the Doberman's hips again.
"Let's go to bed, Jamie."
"Allow me!" Jamie yelped.
The tiger barely had the time to react before the Doberman had picked up the 200-pound feline into his arms and was moving towards the bedroom door with steps unhindered by the big male's bulk. Waylord chuckled and put an arm around the Doberman's neck, and tucked his tail out of the way when they passed through the sliding doors.
"Oh you silly doggie..."
The bedroom was dimly lit and decorated in similar tones to the so-called waiting area, and its main feature indeed was a big-sized bed. Waylord didn't have much mind for taking in the rest of the furniture, because he was soon gently placed down onto the bed and covered by his lover's body.
"Ohh you beautiful tiger..."
Waylord sprawled himself down and allowed the Doberman to attack him with his paws and lips, licking and kissing everywhere around his neck and making the big male purr loudly. He was almost painfully hard, and while Jamie kissed him, he could feel the Doberman's erection poke his belly with every moment of his muscled body moving over the tiger's own. He could do little but purr and rub his paws over Jamie's broad, warm back, and feel it ripple so nicely while they made out.
"You....taste....fantastic..." the Doberman panted. "On this...new...tongue..."
The slick, hot tongue had already reduced both Waylord's neck and his shirt collars into a wet mess, but the tiger did not have any complaints.
"It feels as if I never kissed you before...it is so different...thank you...thank you..."
They kissed for another long moment before Waylord definitely needed to take a breath, their muzzles parting with a sucking noise that made the Doberman giggle. He licked his lips and rumbled happily, breathing hotly against his tiger's face, making his whiskers shake.
"Oh I love you so much, Way...I want to show it to you...I want to show you my body...I want you to feel my body...ohh....I need to..."
He was gone in a moment, off the bed and bouncing to the other side of the room, where several large mirrors hung on the pastel-toned walls. Waylord, still breathing hard, rolled onto his side and watched with an amused smile how the Doberman landed in front of the mirrors and simply looked at himself from all angles, tail wagging furiously.
"I look just like before...but I feel so different..."
Jamie began to undress, wasting no time with the Velcro he preferred on his clothes instead of the retro buttons Waylord was so fond of. On a moment like this, the tiger couldn't even think to nag to him about "just giving them a try", since this meant that he, too, could get his first look at the same time.
His shirts and his pants were soon shucked off and kicked to the floor, and then he stood there, athletic, tall, muscled, definitely buff, and with a proud 7.5 inch erection protruding out of a fuzzy sheath and pulsing rapidly along to the tone set by his wagging stub of a tail.
"It looks and feels fantastic!"
His paws fell down, quickly, and cupped both the erection and his balls. Waylord almost pouted once the alluring object was hidden from his view, and wondered whether he should just get up from the bed and join his company by the mirror, but decided to give the Doberman just a little moment for himself. He more than deserved it.
"And I have baaaaaaaaalls..." the Doberman let his tongue loll out of his muzzle. "I have got big balls...and it feels funny when I squeeze them!"
Waylord gasped and felt the urge to give some paw fun to his own pair, while he watched and breathed deeply.
"Ohhh they feel so nice..." Jamie snickered. "And I get the feeling, if I may say, that I am going to enjoy rubbing yours a whole lot more now as well...now that I have some of my own...and this cock...I mean...A3 retrophallus..."
Waylord chuckled.
"It's a nice cock," the tiger rumbled, rubbing a paw over his own, through the straining fabric of his grey pants. "Just like we designed it, too, I hope!"
"To the 100th of a millimeter, as per the laser scan, this fine unit Octavius assured me after the procedure," Jamie mused as he gazed on his own mirror image, complete with the red, pulsing member at full fighting stance. "Do you think I am well hung now?"
The tiger snorted.
"Well you insisted on having the same sized dick that I do, so if you think I'm well hung, you must be well hung too..."
"But they are always so big in pornographic films and images..." the Doberman stared at himself, and made the stiff organ bounce. "But I think I prefer mine to be like this...but this does mean that I do have to buy all new wardrobe...I have come from having nothing in my pants to having everything in my pants! I need new pants!"
"I'll get you two dozen new pants if you come back to bed soon..." the tiger winked.
The Doberman's ears flicked curiously as he swiveled around to look at the tiger, his cock bobbing amusingly with his movement. The sight made Waylord's own erection throb sympathetically, under his paw.
"Oh Way, am I being selfish now?" Jamie asked passionately. "I should be making love to you and not playing with myself!"
"Nonsense!" Waylord chuckled. "It's your first time with yourself, you should get the best out of it. You haven't even checked out the other end yet."
The Doberman's ears perked.
"The other end!" he almost jumped off his paws as he barked out.
Jamie jumped around on his paws and primed his rump in the direction of the mirror, head turning so that he could look at himself over his shoulder. His paws fell down to his hips and grabbed onto his ass cheeks, and did not forget to give them a nice squeeze.
"Ohhh my ass feels so nice now..."
"Sensors, huh?" Waylord snickered.
"And new ass routines," the Doberman wriggled his rump while still holding onto it, and smiled with joy at what he was looking at.
"It looks great," Waylord purred. "It really does."
Jamie kneaded his buns and made a thoughtful face.
"Do you think I should have asked them to make it a bit bigger now that we were at it?" the Doberman mused. "Might have been a nice change."
"Ha!" the tiger flapped his tail against the bed, like a whip. "I didn't know that we agreed to ramping up your vanity program!"
Jamie chuckled and shook his booty some more, making his cock swing from side to side in the process.
"Only a temporary state, I promise, darling!" Jamie declared.
"I didn't say I was complaining," the pent-up tiger noted, still watching the Doberman stare at himself, tail wagging and all.
"Heheh," Jamie chuckled, his fingers digging onto the firmness of his buns and pulling on them to expose the cleft between them. "Wow!"
"Liking what you see?" the tiger husked.
Jamie let out a joyful bark.
"I can see my new asshole and it is winking back to me because I am making it do that!" the Doberman bellowed. "It is so sexy! And pretty! Aaaaaaaah I have an asshole!!!!!"
Waylord decided that being pent-up was one thing, but being tortured was another, and it was that feeling that prompted him to roll off the bed and onto his graceful feline paws that carried him over to the Doberman with a careful strides. The Doberman's eyes flicked at him curiously, though his paws remained on his ass, and he grinned broadly.
"Darling..."
The tiger grabbed the Doberman's sides and nudged him to stand so that he was standing sideways to one of the mirrors, kissed him briefly, and smiled.
"Hold that position, Jamie."
"Anything for you, darling!"
The big male winked before he dropped down onto his knees - comfortable with the soft carpet underneath, too, which he found to be a most complimentary accessory - and now faced the Doberman's proud erection, inches away from his nose. His maw watered at the sight of the pulsing meat, and his whiskers trembled when he inhaled the newly acquired musk for the very first time.
"Oh my goodness..." the tiger sniffled loudly as his paws landed onto the Doberman's firm hips.
"I knew you would like that addition as well...they upgraded my musk, too..." the Doberman leered.
"Let's...let's..." Waylord panted. "Let's see how they did with the taste, shall we?"
With that, he leaned closer and engulfed the Doberman's erection between his lips, carefully not to ruin Jamie's very first blowjob with something as mundane as teeth scraping over his sensitive new skin. The canine let out a deep bark at the sensation of heat closing around him, and panted by the time Waylord had taken only the top three inches into his muzzle.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh darling..."
The warm, leaking cock in his muzzle throbbed and reacted perfectly to the brush of his tongue on the underside, twitching when the raspy feline muscle stroked on that very sensitive skin. Waylord's ears flicked up and down with the loud rumbles and grunts coming from the Doberman, and he could feel how those hips trembled with effort to not to thrust into the warmth he offered, gently, with the suction of his maw and the movement of his lips and tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Waylord tasted the clear, almost flavorless fluid on his tongue, found it agreeable, and swallowed hungrily, to make more suction, more movement and more pleasure over the Doberman's straining canine meat. He panted and groaned and reacted in all the right ways to the powerful feelings coursing through him. The slobbery muzzle soon began to move back and forth, taking in more of him into that warm, lively, interesting orifice.
"Oh Way...oh way I can not wait to do this to you with my new blowjob-capable muzzle...I may miss my old jaw for a while but I have missed your cock in my maw even more.....!!!! OHhhhhhh!"
The thick erection pulsed and leaked more, prompting another swallow from Waylord, and the eventual withdrawal of his muzzle. Still dressed in his grey, neat business suit, the kneeling gentleman seemed even dirtier than before, as he licked his lips and replaced his maw with a paw over the throbbing cock. He gave it a couple of firm tugs, and his dirty pre-slickened smile only broadened.
"I must say...if I may, Jamie...daaaayaaaamn," the tiger purred.
"You like?" Jamie grinned.
Waylord pumped his paw over the thick ramrod of a dick and smirked.
"I'm going to be having a whole lot of fun with this," he grinned, "and this..."
The tiger's big paw slapped down over the Doberman's rump, eliciting a little ruff-ruff from the rumbling doggie. The tiger used the momentary distraction for his advantage and knee-walked around so that he was now facing Jamie's ass, which was still splayed wide with the Doberman's paws pressing down onto his buns. His eyes soon followed, looking at the tiger via the mirror on their side.
"The fur feels fantastic, too, they steam-cleaned and renovated it on the go while I was being upgraded!" Jamie rumbled happily while his lover inspected his rear. "You have to groom me soon to find all about it."
"Ohhh I will," Waylord replied, more taken by the sight of the little pucker barely visible in the downy furs of the Doberman's cleft. "I'll feel and lick you all over...aaaaall over...."
"Ohhh darling...."
The tiger huffed hot breath into the Doberman's ass crack, and smiled privately as he saw the tight flesh clench at the sensation.
"Do the wink for me, Jamie...let me see it..." he rumbled.
The Doberman's little tail flicked, and then the particular muscular movement happened, much to the tiger's purring delight. And again. And again, each time accompanied with a little gasp and a ruff from the Doberman while he worked himself. The tiger wondered whether his pants were in need of a dry cleaning by the time he extended a thick finger and pressed it against Jamie's hole.
"Do it now."
"Ohhhhh Way...."
The muscle clenched, and the tiger pressed, rubbing around the secret ring and bringing out another moan.
"Oh hell..."
The tiger removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue as he lodged his muzzle between the Doberman's firm butt cheeks. He could only taste freshly washed fur, skin and musk, stronger than before, and definitely a turn-on, because his own cock wouldn't stop oozing into his underwear while he lapped over the Doberman's taint and rump. That was not new for either of the, but what was new was what soon followed, when he began to center his attentions to the little pucker, and really lap against that tight warm spot.
"Ohhhhh Way...."
The tiger didn't manage to keep up his ass-eating for very long, because his own desires simply could no longer be kept at bay. He parted with a long, slurping lick that made a mess of the Doberman's crack, but he only enjoyed the sight, as he observed the Doberman's still-splayed rump once he got up to his paws.
"Let's get to the bed, I'm going to have you right now, Jamie," the tiger grunted, paws already working to move on his buttons.
The Doberman's ears flicked and he practically bounced over to the bed, landing onto his back with a solid thud that seemed to be enough to make him giggle, as he laid spread-eagled on the bed and rested his head on a pillow, so that he could watch the tiger undress.
"It's a great bed...hurry, darling..."
Waylord almost resorted to tearing his precious buttons as he worked his shirt, and soon his broad chest was exposed. Articles of finely tailored clothing flew everywhere, and the tiger's breathing seemed to gain more and more rumbling edges by the time he leaned down to shuck away his silky boxers and exposed his hard, straining member.
"Come, Way...please..."
He was over to the bed with a few striding steps, landing on top of the Doberman, and captured his muzzle in his paw while their lips met in a warm kiss. Their tongues soon met, and their hips, fully aroused loins included, rubbed together in a dance as passionate as that of their tongues, stroking against one another, leaking, pulsing, and needing more. The musk was everywhere, and painted the air.
"Make love to me, Way...please..." Jamie panted.
The tiger gazed deep into his eyes, and purred warmly.
"Are you ready, Jamie?" Waylord rumbled hotly. "Are you sure?"
The hunky Doberman thrust his hardness against the tiger's, and gripped his rump with his paws.
"Do not make me talk about popping my cherry, this waiting is making my program even more confused than it was before, darling!"
The tiger purred, groaned, and nudged the Doberman's legs apart with his own knees, as he smoothly rolled into position between them.
"Give me that pillow," he breathed.
The big pillow was soon exchanged between them and pushed under the small of the Doberman's back, to his rump into a better angle once the hotly breathing tiger aligned himself with Jamie's spit-slickened pucker. Both of them moaned, and Jamie lifted his legs over the tiger's shoulders while he laid still.
"Take me, darling...take me, please...I can already feel you...and I need you inside me...spread my little hole wide open with your big cock..."
The tiger let out a mighty grunt and leaned over his captured lover, and let his weight do most of the work when he shoved his hips forward and sunk himself into the Doberman with one, single thrust.
"WWAAAAAAAYYAAAHHH!"
Their hips slammed together and their muzzles collided, Waylord's momentum carrying him on a collision course so that their bodies melded from hip to nose, while his hard cock throbbed inside the hot sleeve of his lover's rear. The warmth was everywhere, gripping him, suckling on him, and he was wet, tight and heated, and his body felt more alive than ever, as the sensations made the tiger purr helplessly.
"Ahhhh Jamie..."
Jamie put his arms around the tiger's neck and held him close as they simply gazed into each other's eyes, finally joined properly, as mates should.
"I love you..." Jamie panted. "I love you with all of my soul and my body now...make love to me...please...if I may request..."
"You needn't," the tiger breathed hotly. "I insist..."
Waylord rocked his hips back and forth through his lover's firm grip, and sealed the deal by bucking into his mate, just the way he had promised. Their muzzles soon met as they kissed again and again, their bodies in perpetual movement while they rocked on the bed, in unison, finally, beautifully, together with every single thrust and counter-move. A sweet moment or not, the passion had been building up for a long time now, and soon their pace quickened, and Waylord's balls smacked against the Doberman's warm taint with every strong thrust of his powerful hips. The heat grew rapidly, along with the musk, and the slickness of their bodies sliding over one another, with Jamie's constantly leaking fluids.
"Ohhh you feel so good inside me Way..."
"NHHHHHH!" the tiger grunted, barely coherent with his lust for the Doberman as he kept on pounding into him.
"I want you to fill me...fill me with you...please...ahhh Way...take me..."
The tiger roared, and angled his knees for extra leverage as he forced himself for the final stretch of the long run into this point, and mashed their lips into a moaning unison. It only took him a few more thrusts before his body tensed, shook, trembled and finally, oh so finally, he was there. He had kept himself from getting off for almost a week now, in preparation for this moment, and he was not surprised when his orgasm seemed to go on and on, pumping extra gushes of his warm, manly fluids into the Doberman with every strong pulse of his cock. Jamie's insides seemed to be milking on him, with power contractions...was it...
The Doberman's eyes were wide and his body seemed to be shaking, and suddenly Waylord was aware of extra heat and wetness, not to mention the musk...could it be...
"Aahhhhhhhh..." the Doberman moaned continuously when their muzzles came apart, and now the tiger knew that he was having his own orgasm as well and unloading between their straining bodies.
Waylord's hips kept thrusting lazily throughout his orgasm, and when it was over, he gladly collapsed into the panting heap that he was by now, fully buried inside his lover and his mate. Jamie was breathing hard, too, his ears kept on flicking, and his heaving chest offered a very nice pillow for Waylord's chin, and a position from which he could gaze into the Doberman's eyes without moving away from where he was. The tiger didn't even mind that he could feel globs of cum sticking onto his chest. It was Jamie's, after all. His own was buried deep within his lover, where it belonged.
"You alright?" the tiger questioned, amused by the dazed look on the Doberman's face.
Jamie flicked his ears against the silky pillow and let out a grumble.
"You fucked it right out of me, darling," the Doberman huffed. "My first orgasm ever...oh my...and you are inside me...no more pawjobs for you, Way...no more...only buttfucks and blowjobs!"
The tiger snuffled at the interesting promise, and paid back in kind by licking Jamie's dark lips, tasting him.
"I think they used to call it...just lay back and think of the fatherland...very long time ago..." the tiger chuckled.
"I never had a father, or a mother," the Doberman replied lazily. "But I do have a hot daddy tiger..."
The Doberman's insides squeezed down on the tiger's spent cock and made him shiver and purr, his back arching in a feline curve that simply was shouting for some canine paws to come and pet it. Waylord was chuckling hotly now.
"Is that the new programming talking again?" the sweaty tiger purred as he cuddled the warm Doberman in his arms.
"Mayyyyybe," Jamie pouted cutely.
The tiger let out a warm rumble and kissed his Doberman soundly before he spoke again.
"In that case..." he purred, "I think that we ought to let daddy tiger check out the one function we didn't test out yet, before that technician comes around asking us how everything is working now..."
Jamie winked and licked his lips.
"I can not wait to swallow your thick hot load, darling," the Doberman murmured. "But, if I may ask, kiss me first, Way?"
He did.
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