Ultimate Toy Chapter 1: The Invitation
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January 29th, 1998. 12:32 PM
An old convertible sped along the highway. The top was down, the night was cool and clear. Inside it, Felix Everto, a black-furred cat, leaned forward in his seat, talking eagerly to the driver. The driver of the car was a Russian immigrant, in the country on a student visa, and Felix's friend. It was getting late, but they barely noticed. The fire of discovery burned in both their eyes.
"I'm telling you," Felix said to the hyena in the driver's seat, "We could make millions on this."
"We could be richest people in country!" Exclaimed the hyena in the driver's seat, his voice still heavy with his native accent.
"Fuck the Country, Joe..."
"Josef." Corrected the hyena. "With 'yuh' sound"
"Josef." the black cat corrected himself. "We won't be the richest furs in the country."
The hyena looked confused. "If we do not become rich, then why do we do this?" He asked.
"We won't be the richest in the country, Josef." Said Felix, "We could be the richest in the world."
The two paused for a second. Richest in the world...
"Woah..." Josef finally exclaimed.
"Yeah." Said Felix.
"I could buy new car." Josef said.
"You could buy a plane!" Felix said, "Thanks to this!" He pulled a box out from under his seat.
"You will let me see it again?" Josef asked, turning to the back seat.
"Best keep driving," Felix told him.
Josef did. He already knew what was in the box. In the box was a new type of compound, smashed together in a lab out of elements which weren't supposed to combine at all. They combined to make a highly conductive, malleable... Goo. It was the only word for it. Light pink in color. They called it Evertium. They'd flipped a coin to see who got to name it. Felix won.
"Why are you needing me for this?" Josef asked. "You are greater scientist. I am only taking class with you."
"Because, I think you could help me with it."
"But this is science project. I am only not science major. I am..." He stopped. "Ah-HA!" He said. "I am business major! You are needing me for the selling of product!"
"Exactly!" Said Felix. "Your business smarts, my technology... We'll be rich!"
The two continued their rapid chatter, trying to talk about what to make. How to make it. What shape, what color... After all, Evertium could be anything.
They were both absorbed in conversation.
Neither of them saw the truck.
Ten Years Later.
Oh, GOD that felt good. Oh, yes. That was... Heavenly. Thomas Hull looked back into the eyes of the vixen-shaped PAL as it pushed down upon him, the artificial cunt swallowing his cock, milking it and massaging it... What a brilliant invention. Thank the fucking GODS someone had made these! Here's to PalCorp. Here's too... Oh, YES! Oh GOD YES! The PAL ground its pussy against his cock, hard, making him throw his head back in ecstasy. PALs. What a fucking brilliant idea. What a /FUCKING/ brilliant idea. Like sex dolls but... More interactive. Programmable Artificial Lover. They could look like anyone. Smell like anyone. Sex toys, sure, but... They were more like lovers. Eventually, they even developed their own personality. Whatever they looked like, whatever they acted like, they fucked like... Well, hard to describe. They were designed for sex. Sex toys that learned. That understood... "OH GOD, YES!" He cried after a particularly forceful grind, and "OH, GOD YES! MAKE ME CUM!" He cried out, unable to resist himself.
The vixen smiled, perfectly mimicking a living creature's smile. "By your command." His PAL said, forcing itself down on the already tired cock and clenching and unclenching its pussy muscles, massaging up and down his hard cock, simulated muscles bringing him to a mind-blowing orgasm. The lion couldn't help letting out a groan of pleasure as he was his orgasm rolled over for him. "Aaaaahhh"
The PAL rolled off him, and the lion and vixen (well, automaton designed to look like a vixen), both sat, staring at the ceiling of the room.
"Was that good for you?" The PAL asked. It spoke peculiarly, it sounded like a vixen, of course. There was just a hint of an exotic origin in its voice, with rolled 'r's and and a habit of changing Vs to Fs.
"Very." The lion said, and lay back on his bed, relaxing. Fuck. That was good. He turned his head to look at the vixen... It did look so real. But after a fuck like that, he was getting tired.
"Arisa?" He asked. The last owner had named it Arisa, and he hadn't bothered to change that.
"Yes, sir."
"Turn on the television."
"By your command."
The vixen stood from the bed, and reached for the television, turning it on. A sci-fi movie started playing. It was modern-day B-movie. A bunch of robots go crazy, take over the world, human resistance, blah blah blah.
He wasn't interested in that, and rolled over and grabbed the television remote, flicking the channel. News channel. A female husky looked into the camera.
"Good afternoon, I'm Iris Barker with a special NBS Newscenter Report." The anchor announced, "PALs." She said. A report on PALs... Should be interesting. He looked over to the Vixen PAL next to him. She was watching the report, looking no more interested than if it was the weather." Programmable Artificial Lovers. They're in our homes, our cars, and our bedrooms. Billed as the ultimate sex toy, the PAL has been distributed around the world, with the aid of PalCorp. It sparked a sexual revolution unlike any seen since the 1960s. But now," said the announcer, "The PAL has come under fire. Twice in the last month, apparently healthy PAL owners suffered from fatal heart-attacks while using the devices. Today, to address concerns, PalCorp president Josef Petrov has agreed to speak to the press. We go now live to the press conference."
The screen switched from the attractive husky to a podium with a light colored backdrop, with the PAL logo on a curtain behind it. To loud applause, a fit hyena, wearing a dark, pinstriped suit approached the podium. The name "Josef Petrov" appeared on the screen below him.
"Good evening everybody." He said, with just a hint of a Russian accent. "Wow." He said, looking at the crowd. "You know, it's an honor to be here." He said, almost as if he was unaware of the reason for the conference. "When I came to this country twelve years ago, I had no idea that one day, I would be standing in front of such a crowd to discuss my product." He said, "When Felix and I discovered Evertium, I had no idea what a difference it would make in so many people's lives. Over the years we have molded Evertium into everything from cars to prosthetics. But," he laughed, "What you're here to talk about is the PALs, right?" A nod of agreement went up through the room. "RIGHT!" He exclaimed. "Then let's open the floor up to questions." The room started buzzing with reporters, and he chose one at random. "You," he said, "The pretty cheetah with the silk blouse."
The reporter blushed "Janis Chase, New York Globe." She said. "What do you say to accusations that interaction with PALs causes heart attacks?"
"Same thing I'd say if I was told interaction with my wife caused heart attacks," he said, "That's a damn good lay." He gave a laugh, and the room nervously laughed with him. "To be fair, we have said that PALs are not recommended for those with a medical history of heart disease. We cannot be faulted if someone chooses to ignore the recommendation. You, the gazelle in the black suit." He pointed into the crowd.
"Michael Huffman," said the gazelle, "Boston Tribune. Our sources say that the two who suffered heart attacks had no prior medical history."
"I am sorry..." Said the hyena, "Was that a question?"
"Well, if perfectly healthy furs are suffering heart attacks from PALs, could there be something wrong with the production?"
"Ah-hah!" Said the hyena. "I was hoping someone would ask that. No, we assure you, there is nothing wrong with our production. In fact," he said, "When I was first learning English," the hyena said, almost abruptly changing subject, "I would read books to teach myself."
"That's very interesting." The cheetah reporter who had spoken earlier said, "But what does that have to do with..."
"I'm getting there." Said the hyena. "One of the books I loved, more than any other, was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Does anybody know that book?" He asked.
"Yes, Roald Dahl," said the gazelle, "The story where a kid wins a chance to tour Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, but how is that relevant to...?"
"I am getting there." Explained Josef, "You see, you can consider me like Willy Wonka. I'm offering a grand tour of the factory to three lucky PAL owners." He said.
"Mr. Petrov," Objected the gazelle, "I really do think that there should be more than PAL owners on a tour like this."
"Of course!" Said Josef, grinning widely. "We intend to invite a pair of reporters we have specially chosen." He said. "One from the television industry, and one from print."
"You can't expect us to accept reporters you yourself have chosen!" Objected Huffman.
"I think you'll find them satisfactory." Said the hyena at the podium.
"Well," asked the gazelle, "Who are they?"
"Representing television, we chose Iris Barker, of the NBS evening news."
The gazelle warily nodded. "And who will be from print?" He asked.
The hyena leaned forward, and grinned widely. "Why, Mr. Huffman..." He said, "That would be you." The hyena paused. "If you'll accept the invitation, of course." The hyena added.
Silence covered the room
"I will." The gazelle finally nodded.
"Excellent!" Exclaimed Josef. "And now, on to our three lucky winners." He said, pausing for effect "To minimize excitement, I will not tell you today who they are."
A slight uproar ran up through the crowd, and the hyena raised his hands for silence.
"In order to minimize excitement," He said, "The winners will have the message personally delivered by their PALs. They may come forward if they wish."
Thomas looked over expectantly at his PAL, which continued watching the television intently. He felt foolish, and turned back to watch the television, when next to him he heard the PAL speak.
"Congratulations!"
He turned his head in surprise. "What?"
"You won!"
"I..." He stuttered. "I won?"
"Yes." Said the vixen "You won an all-expenses paid tour of the PAL factory in Minneapolis." The vixen told him. "Your flight will be payed for, and you'll stay at the Marriot in Minneapolis for two days. Congratulations!"
"Wow." Exclaimed the lion. "You serious?" He asked. As if PALs joked...
"Yes, sir."
"Well... Fuck me." He exclaimed.
"By your command." Said the PAL, approaching him on the bed.
He raised his hands up. "It was just an expression." He said, laughing.