{"sf1_id":608924,"sf2_id":"Xnr2xdjn","title":"Kevvy","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5515,"posted_at":"2013-10-31T23:56:00.000Z","tags":["Chimera","Fantasy","Fox","Human","Male","Series","Slavery"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/608924-kevvy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xnr2xdjn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f7/d8/f7d89efa-a6c3-4594-beb7-5955511f0f30","description":"#22 of KFB\n\n\"Kevvy\" (c) 2010 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved. A bit mixed up, musings about Kevin's continuing education.","content":". Kevin Foxboy's Neighborhood - 2010-0719.0615  \n  \n. . (c) 2010 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved.  \n  \nThe forty-something woman in the family restaurant looked up  \ncuriously as the lithe, athletic woman in her late twenties came  \nin, but what surprised the older woman was the fact the newcomer  \nwas leading a human-sized but animal-headed furry... thing...  \non its leash.  \n  \n\"Hello, there. I'm Alysa. Benton.\" She'd noticed the older woman  \nnervously glancing over at Alysa's pet and introduced herself.  \n\"Carrie Williams\", the older woman responded, shaking Alysa's  \nfree hand. The beast had dropped to its knees as soon as its...  \nowner... stopped walking.  \n  \nThe DNA-hybrid program was still new enough people hadn't gotten  \nused to them. A company in Butte Montana USA had started a  \nmedical branch, making blood plasma and insulin using recombinant  \nDNA. A completely synthetic approach, it took over from the previous  \nmethod, using /Escherichia coli/ bacteria as biological factories,  \nbecause the bugs had mutated into something dangerous.  \n  \nThe fledgling Biological Synthetics Incorporated had reused its  \nprofits for further research. While Ventner and the government were  \ntrying to map the whole human genome last decade (and century,  \nand -- gulp -- millennium) BSI Medical just made blood and bone  \ncells, then whole organs. Still synthetic but fully organic, they weren't  \nrejected, had a few weeks waiting list as they were 'quick-grown'  \nand completely rewrote the medical profession.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; No more black market for organs, no more unwilling donor nightmares.  \nNo more extensive tests or exploratory surgery to find out what went  \nwrong with natural organs, just BSI Recom-based tests to see what  \norgan to replace. The synthetic ones were immune to most existing  \ndiseases, and odd enough the diseases couldn't figure out how to  \nattack them before dying out!  \n  \nPeople were still idiot enough to drive while distracted or try to  \n'prove their manhood' with stunts Evel Knievel wouldn't think of, so  \nBSI Med started making nerves and brain tissue. Not memory, that  \nwas lost; but Alzheimer's and any mental illness caused by damage  \nwent the way of the dodo. Extinct, left on the sands of time by BSI.  \n  \nThen BSI put all the organs together in synthetic bodies! Mindless  \nbut utterly obedient, sci-fi's worst nightmares realised. There was  \na big backlash, bombing and burning of BSI's labs, until all the  \n'zombies' were rounded up and destroyed. The hospitals screamed  \nbecause they needed the blood and organs to put foolish humans back  \ntogether. So BSI Version Two was born, and mixed human with animal  \nDNA to make made-to-order chimerae.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ~ ~ ~  \n  \nThey were still idiots. Bodies were easy, brains were just neurons,  \nbut minds, they're hard! How does a bunch of unconnected cells  \nmake patterns even in a dumb animal, so it can run away from  \npredators or chase prey? BioSyn Labs made idiot laborers and security  \nguards, just a little brighter than guard dogs. But they never went  \non strike or complained. And they were totally obedient.  \n  \nAlysa Benton worked for a tech firm that reverse-engineered  \nexisting tech and made it better. That way it was enough different to  \navoid lawsuits, and originators didn't mind when they realised it was  \njust another step they could incorporate in their own next invention.  \nOne of her clients was BioSyn Labs, and she talked with them enough  \nto make improvements in their DNA synthesizers and control computers.  \n  \nHot!Tech replaced the cutting-edge tech with unknown-cutting Kawa  \nSuki AutoSynths and HTOS MUMT computers that took advantage  \nof the structural similarities in groups of living animals. So now they  \ncould use extinct DNA to modify a creature and make a new dodo,  \nquagga, thylacine.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Who cared if human idiocy had made a species go extinct? BioSyn  \nmagic could undo it, make a whole species live again. Frankenstein's  \nmonster? Ha! Mary Shelley was passe, the new Modern Prometheus was  \nborn. So scientists playing God wanted the next challenge. They added  \nlimited minds to chimera, made human-sized bipedal animals as servants.  \n  \nWhy not? Humans domesticated animals, taught em to find lost  \npeople, help police find evidence. BioSyn Labs made chimerae stronger  \nand faster than humans, BSI Medical needed hospital help, so chimerae  \nbecame orderlies and turned bed-ridden patients over. Too dumb to get  \nbored or frustrated.  \n  \nThe patients went home, but still needed help. BioSyn's beasts  \nbecame household servants. Brighter than dogs, more submissive than  \nhousecleaning services. Better than anything else, said BioSyn Kennels.  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nAlysa Benton had read through BioSyn Kennel's product catalog and  \npicked out a fox-human DNA mix. Foxes were common first personal  \nservants because they were big enough to do medium-duty housework but  \nsmall enough to command, er, other places. She went back six months  \nlater to see her product in the artificial womb and imprint its mind.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was annoying to have to wait, but they couldn't teach the beast's  \nmind as fast as they made bodies. It would take eighteen months  \nto train the idiot to walk, obey, talk, and do housework. And serve its  \nowners, uh, personal wishes too. Alysa had to wait two years from  \nwhen she first ordered R4G2/KvN47 until he was delivered to her  \ndoor in a travel cage, to begin his life of slavery to her.  \n  \nBack to the restaurant, remember? It was a social shift to allow  \nDNA mixes in public places. They took care of their own hygiene  \nand were quite acceptable to local health codes, but it was still a  \nsurprise to see a lone woman across a table from a fox head as her  \nproperty knelt on the floor.  \n  \nAlysa had owned Kevin for a year now and the foxboy was as old  \nas a human at seventeen. He'd learned to wear clothes and drive  \na car for his mistress, as well as serve her personal and household  \nneeds. As Alysa and Carrie talked, the beast stayed motionless on his  \nfurry knees. It wasn't his place to listen to humans, and Alysa would  \nraise her voice to get his attention when she wanted him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; In a more expensive restaurant, the valets and doormen might be  \nproperty. The head waitstaff and chefs would be human, but busboys  \nand dishwashers were furry DNA mixes. There were places where most  \nof the staff were slave property, and would offer themselves as, um,  \nentertainment. In the decades to follow, low-economic-group people  \nwho'd had minimum-wage jobs would cede them to unpaid slaves, and  \nbecome their supervisors and masters.  \n  \nSlaves weren't bright enough to be unhappy at doing menial tasks.  \nThey were made that way on purpose; they had trouble with  \nmultisyllable words except 'submission' or 'obedience'. They'd  \nget confused if you didn't talk simply. Not baby-talk, but you'd  \nhave to remember to call something 'fake' instead of 'artificial'.  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nActually, BioSyn Labs had made beasts progressively more  \nintelligent, just to understand what humans commanded. The early  \nones had trouble learning anything outside the closed environment  \nof their kennels. Kevin was one of the brightest slaves, and foxes  \nwere pretty sly anyway, but he still forgot what 'recombinant DNA'  \nmeant and thought of himself as a 'seed mix'. And he didn't know the  \nword 'understand', you'd have to say 'Kevin, do you know what I mean?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Some people got frustrated easily. Look, if it's just a dumb dog,  \nyou don't expect it to answer you or know your words. Sure, a  \nHungarian Puli sheepdog knows over a hundred words, but it's all  \nhaving to do with herding sheep, not a philosophical discussion.  \nIf you hear a DNA mix ask you \"Are you ready to order, Master?\"  \nas it stands on two feet, you might try to converse with it.  \n  \nBut unless you ask about something on the menu, it's too dumb  \nto know. Even if you ask about food, it's too dumb to make recom-  \nmendations, or even know the word. \"Is the fois gras good tonight?\"  \nis a complete waste of your time, and you'll just get frustrated by the  \ndumb expression on its muzzle. It's better to pay extra for a human.  \n  \nAlysa and Carrie talked over dinner, and Alysa remembered to  \norder kibble for Kevin. When the Badger she'd called over to bring  \nit asked if she wished water for herself or a bowl for the beast, she  \ntold it (well he, but who cared?) to run a little tap water in. The  \nbeast bowed politely, replied \"Yes, Mistress\" and backed away. She'd  \nnever know he'd had to ask his human supervisor what she meant.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When the Badger returned, he asked Alysa if she wished her beast  \nfed. She said yes, so he bowed then knelt to place it for Kevin. Both  \nslaves knew not to speak without a direct order, but Kevin's quick  \ngrin gave the Badger his thanks as he thanked his owner. Kevin knelt  \nto eat his kibble, keeping his bushy tail down and his front paws  \nfolded, palms off the floor. He enjoyed the gravy from the kibble,  \nand waved his tail to show he was happy.  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nOf course, every beast there had a better sense of smell than humans,  \nand they were owned by the restaurant to sniff out bad food before it  \ngot to humans. Health inspectors liked the beasts for keeping the  \nvermin down, although rat breath on the cat mixes was unpleasant.  \nAnd bug breath, yuck! But the beasts cleaned themselves and kept  \nthe kitchens and pantries much cleaner.  \n  \nExterminators had rather a tough time, till they figured out they  \ncould beat the damn tree-huggers by using 'totally green and bio-  \nsafe vermin elimination techniques', i.e. buy a few cat mixes and let  \n'm do what came natural. These mixes didn't need much intelligence,  \nthey were barely above dumb animal cats, which mouse and rat all  \nby themselves, just leave em the heck alone.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But mixes eat and clean up too. Artificial life-forms don't have  \ncivil rights, not even animal-abuse protection; and BioSyn sold  \na lot of cleaners so the price went down. A pet gets sick, it's an  \nexpensive trip to the vet; a slave, eh. If it dies, in the dumpster,  \nanother is just a business expense. Several R3 cleaners, too dumb to  \nknow anything else, maybe an R4G1 easier to talk to, tells the others.  \n  \nYou thought /Jurassic Park/ velociraptors were dangerous pack  \nhunters? These would obey humans, stop when ordered! But keep killing  \nrodents, even trace where they came in, wait for more food. Heck,  \nthey'd even bait 'em, eat bait themselves if nothing came to take it.  \n  \nSo it wasn't a shock to know the restaurant owned mixes, or let  \n'em come inside; but a 1.5 meter tall, slightly bent-legged fox-  \nfaced one was a bit new. Carrie had thought about owning someone,  \ner some\\*thing\\* but wasn't sure. Now she liked seeing, uh, Kevin on  \nhis furry knees, so submissive but stronger and faster than humans.  \nA powerful beast, totally obedient.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kevin Foxboy Four Seven enjoyed being a display for his owner Alysa  \nBenton as well as an advert for his maker BioSyn Kennels. Carrie  \nwasn't that familiar with mixes, only talked with waitfurs to order  \nfood, so she kept expecting Kevin to say something. Of course the  \nbeast wouldn't speak unless ordered to or to answer a direct question.  \n  \nAnd he wasn't bright enough to take a hint, and far too submissive  \nto interrupt the Mistresses. Carrie's curiosity finally made her ask  \nthe fox to explain himself, and only got a puzzled muzzle in  \nreturn. She was about to get angry at Kev when Alysa laid a friendly  \nhand on hers.  \n  \nAlysa ran through more specific, simple questions with her property.  \nKevin was BioSyn's fourth level, second generation DNA mix, hence  \nR4G2; and the fourteenth variant of their eleventh DNA line, hence  \nKvN. He was the 47th 'K' mix, hence R4G2/KvN47, and the woman  \nguiding the seed mix formula wasn't very imaginative, hence Kevin.  \n  \nTrained to serve in the home, and to please men or women on  \nthe floor and in the bed, Kevin was little more than a trained dog.  \nSure, dogs are quite useful to humans, and chimerae in general were  \nuseful servants. But the annoying thing is, they do so well, even  \nthough they're made 'mentally challenged' to keep them submissive.  \nSome insecure humans find that insulting.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ~ ~ ~  \n  \nThe foxboy walked nearly upright and talked simple English;  \nhe'd learned the complexity of reading, driving a car, and flying a  \nsmall aircraft. Once he learned, he wasn't bright enough to get bored,  \nso he did it better than humans. That's what was so annoying: chimerae  \nhave better eyesight, hearing, taste, and smell than humans, and react  \nfaster too -- BioSyn says the products are better, stronger, faster.  \n  \nBut although they see movement better, and work in dimmer light  \nand farther away, they're not so good close up (say two muzzle-lengths)  \nor with little color differences. Sure Kev saw color, but had trouble  \ntelling the difference between small hue and saturation differences.  \nKeep it to black, green, blue, blue-green, red, blue-red, brown, white.  \nOh, and yellow or purple, but he'd have to think to remember what  \ncyan and magenta mean. Forget chartreuse!  \n  \nIt's an interesting psychological study (not that any R4 could  \npronounce it!) that Kev learned simple things fairly easily. The whip  \ntaught him that in the kennels growing up. They didn't have to make  \nsense to the young foxboy. As he grew up he figured out he could do  \nsome new things that were like what he knew, and he could put actions  \ntogether to get a less-simple result.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sit up. Hold your front paws out. Grip the handles. Move them  \ngently. See how the car moves? Slow, fast; slow, stop. See the red  \nthing? It's a square with corners cut off, you don't need the word  \n'octagon'. It means Stop! at the post. Check for other cars. Look  \ncarefully, see them move.  \n  \nKevin was a carnivore, used to judging prey's movement and  \ndistance to pounce and feed. Sure cars were faster, but Kev reacted  \nquicker than humans, only needed to know they meant danger when  \nthey got too close. Kevin knew very clearly to stay away from the  \nrough polar bear guards in the kennels, and cars were just bigger  \nthings to stay away from. He didn't need to know Lexus or BMW.  \n  \nHe wasn't bright enough to get bored, so his attention never  \nwavered. He had trouble listening and driving, so Alysa didn't try  \nto converse with her beast, just waited for a pause then directed him.  \nAs I said, he was a very good driver for his owner. The laws don't say  \nwhat species you have to be to get a licence; it'd actually been only  \ntwo years since Kevin's DNA was mixed and he grew in the artificial  \nwomb, 18 months since he was 'born', but his DNA was tweaked so he'd  \nkeep the rapid body development and he'd been as old as a human at 16.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He learned to drive a car from hearing his owner read the book, and  \nhe knew what numbers looked like. At first he needed a human to  \nread street signs, but he learned that too. He passed his drivers' test  \nfirst time, knew the laws he'd been told and of course never knew what  \nbeing aggressive meant. He was always very polite and obedient. He  \nwas a good foxboy. He was even skilled enough to parallel-park without  \nhitting the cones.  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nKevin Foxboy enjoyed visiting the vet, even when he wasn't at the  \nBioSyn Kennel he grew up in. A sexy vixen had taught him to obey  \nthe chains, and when she was hurt by a human who wasn't really cruel,  \njust treated her as the dog she was and discarded her, Kev'd held her  \ndown for the vet to explore her. He enjoyed Betty Foxgirl.  \n  \nNear his owner's home the vet handled dumb animals as well as  \nthe newer chimerae. It was enjoyable to be able to talk with beasts,  \nusually vets have to be more skilled to work on animals who can't  \nsay how they feel. You have to feel them yourself.  \n  \nKevin had grown up using cage straw for his body needs, and got  \nused to the smell. It was just part of life, like paws and tail. He  \nwas aware of the smell of the vet's kennel, and disliked the tang  \nof the medicines, but he submitted. Sure injections hurt, but he'd  \nbeen whipped to make him obey, and that was worse. The vets always  \ntold him what they were doing, so he could relax and be a slave.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Alysa Benton worked for a tech firm, and didn't have time to  \nbabysit a pet. One of the things about being a chimera was Kevin took  \ncare of himself, cleaned her home, cooked her meals. And served in the  \nbedroom. He was almost as big as she was, big enough to be a useful  \nhouse servant, small enough to stay on his knees.  \n  \nAt the local vet, Kevin was able to help with the other chimerae  \nand dumb animals. His furry body seemed to comfort them, they  \nscented his animal parts and he had a kind of low-minded rapport. He  \nsaw the human pushing at a desk, and begged to know what she was  \ndoing. The vet was talking about his care, so he wasn't scared to ask.  \n  \nShe seemed a bit surprised; she worked with animals around but  \nwasn't used to talking with them. But she wasn't mad Kevin interrupted  \nher, and told him the vet records were kept on a computer. Kevin was  \nquite interested, and begged his owner to let him learn.  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nKevin had been made to be afraid of anything new, to keep him low  \nand submissive. This was a new trait, and Alysa had wanted a beast  \nto help her, so she was pleased. She gave her permission to the fox,  \nwho wore only the fur and leather cuffs of his slavery. He saw the  \nlarge set of buttons with marks and was getting afraid of new, but  \nthe vet had finished with Kevin for the day and the record tech was  \nwilling to talk.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kevin saw the marks and took a few seconds before it dawned on  \nhim they were the ones he'd learned. Letters, numbers, and -- what?  \nShe giggled and said a new word, symbols. Each button had a meaning,  \nand told the computer what to put down in the vet records.  \n  \nIt was a Hot!Tech machine, as most business computers were  \nnowadays. Workers were adult, so they used words; only two-year-olds  \nhave to point to pictures and grunt. Most of the data -- that is, raw  \nfacts -- were text anyway. Owner name, pet, date, service, test result.  \n  \nWhen it became information -- organized data you could draw  \nconclusions from -- it was sometimes useful to make tables and charts.  \nIt was still just text, with markers when a sketch would help. That  \nwould appear on the second LED screen, so you could see the facts  \nand the sketch. But don't just show a picture, say what it means!  \n  \nEven when you take an X-Ray, you don't really need all that  \ninformation. You just need, \"aha! there's a small fracture, right  \nthere\" or \"see that smudge? that needs a closer look\". You don't  \nneed to see the fracture to treat it, just know it exists. Wherever it is,  \nyou immobilise the area and let nature heal. Of course with BioSyn  \nmedicine, you help nature a lot; recom DNA tests identify illness,  \nand recom white cells gobble it up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And why bother with medical jargon? What does 'Ulnar fracture'  \ntell you that 'lower arm break' doesn't? Or 'Phalangic Phlebitis' say  \ndifferent from 'finger swelling'? C'mon, people, don't make it more  \ndifficult than it has to be!  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nWhen you draw conclusions -- turn organized facts into actions  \n-- you create knowledge. Facts are useless unless organised, and  \nit's a bit OCD to just make structure, but knowledge is power. Who  \ncares that dozens of things just exist? How is it useful to put them  \nin boxes? That's not a goal in itself, it's just a means to an end.  \n  \nDNA has three billion codes, but it's just so much goo until you  \nrealise it's arranged in groups, call em genes then chromosomes.  \nThat's just so much busy-work till you figger out some diseases are  \ncaused by little differences in DNA. Now you're talking knowledge!  \n  \nNow you can make little bio-docs, carry copies of non-disease  \nDNA into cells. When they split in a few days, cut out the old DNA,  \nstick the new DNA in -- et voila! You've just cured diabetes, or  \nanemia! How's that for medical power, hmm?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Yeah, I know there's a problem -- ethics. Be careful what you wish  \nfor, you just might get it. But remember Murphy's Law? It's been  \nsaid that Murphy was an optimist! Even when you're sure nothing  \ncan go wrong, something will go wrong.  \n  \nNo matter how much care you take to idiot-proof some process,  \nsome enterprising idiot will find a way to mess things up, get bad  \ndata in, and the machine can't tell the difference, so bad info gets  \nused, organised, and wrong conclusions are made. Start with wrong  \ninfo, perfect logic leads to perfectly logical wrong answers!  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nIt was these contrasting needs which chimera slaves pointed out so  \nclearly. So annoyingly to some people, and labor unions. R4G2 slaves  \nwere bright enough to learn the rote work, and as long as you stated  \nthe rules clearly, they'd follow.  \n  \nThey were too dumb to get bored or try to do something different just  \nfor variety. That meant a human would have to step in, because mixes  \ndidn't have 'common sense' either. Common for whom, huh human?  \nMixes have animal sense, and human training. Sometimes they conflict.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; What you or I would find 'obvious' is often cultural, and it's different  \nelsewhere. 'Everybody knows' to drive on the right -- unless you're in  \nBritain or a former colony. 'Everybody knows' brides wear white --  \numless you're in Asia, where white is the color of death.  \n  \nCar companies have similar cultural and language blindspots. When  \nChevrolet tried to export their Chevy Nova -- quite popular in the  \nUnited States -- they couldn't figure out why it wouldn't sell in Mexico.  \nFinally someone pointed out they speak a version of Spanish there,  \nand in Spanish, 'no va' means \"doesn't go\" -- not good for a car.  \n  \nKevin had learned simple American English -- since he was made in  \nAmerica for an American. Other chimerae were brought up in different  \nkennels, and their minds were shocked to learn Spanish, or French, or  \nItalian.  \n  \nIn case you didn't know, the Catholic Church bought some chimerae  \nwatchdogs -- despite them not mentioned in their holy writing. Some  \nof the Cardinals in the Vatican have chimera kitty maids, or birds or  \nlizards -- and they're beast enough to keep the men's chastity vows.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Which brings me back to restaurants having chimerae, and Kevvyboy  \nbeing shown to patrons. He'd been part of the Biological Synthetics  \nKennels shows at various cosplay and furry conventions, and some  \npeople got upset that chimerae don't wear clothes -- neither does  \nyour family dog, but she's not standing up and offering... er, to fetch  \nfood and drink.  \n  \nKevvy and a few Mousegirls had fetched more, but email me for details.  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nKevin had learned to read street signs and grocery labels, at least what  \nfood it was. He had trouble with all the big words that said what was in  \nfood and what it gave people. He was happier with his slave kibble and  \nVulpine add-food packs. He didn't know why Humans would \\*want\\* to  \nhave to make choices.  \n  \nHe'd helped the local Vet with rote typing of records. He didn't have to  \nknow what the big medical words meant, just type what the notes said.  \nAlysa Benton was willing to rent him out in lieu of paying vet bills, so  \nit helped them both.  \n  \nNadine Berring was less thrilled about the smelly beast taking over. In  \ncase you didn't know, chimerae tend to have beasty bodies, and although  \nthey take showers using fur soap, all that underarm and groin fur means  \nthey don't use deodorant.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And animal foxes smell. Oh, the caudal gland is said to smell like violets,  \nbut it's not something you'd want all over the house. If a beast gets hot  \ndoing labor, it pants, even the non-canids.  \n  \nKevin had fox odor. Well, people have Human odor, and Kev was a beast,  \nso he used scent more than sight to pick out which was which. Except  \na few, like the kennel vets, and Betty Foxgirl.  \n  \nAnd of course his Owner, Alysa Benton of Butte, Montana, USA.  \n  \nNadine didn't mind Kevin doing the transcribing. After all, it was dull and  \nboring, precisely the things people bought slave beasts for. She had him  \nhelp her, she could sort of read the vets' handwriting. Something Kev had  \nsuch trouble with.  \n  \nIt gave her a thrill, so there you dumb beast, when Kevin had to whimper  \nand beg for her help. Even when she told him what the handwriting said,  \nhe had trouble the next time. It was satisfying to know there was still a  \nplace for good ol' Mark One Mod Zero, original-recipe humans.  \n  \nOne of the younger Vets was a Furson, a Mark One Mod One. Bill Harson  \nhad Gone Otter, and had some American River Otter DNA added to his  \nnatural Southern California heritage. He seemed not to mind the smell  \nso much, even before he had BioSynLabs put in the rounded ears and  \nsharper teeth, like a carnivore.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And the longer muzzle, nostrils and jaws. Heck, he liked the look on the  \nchimerae as well as the dumb dogs at Merik's Vet Services, so he took his  \nsummer vacation in Butte. He especially liked the luxurious silky brown fur.  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nNadine was a bit upset when Bill came back from vacation furry. She was  \nhuman and proud of it. She wasn't a vet herself, she wanted to work with  \nother humans. She was willing to help with the dumb beasts, and OK the  \npractice was big enough to have three regular vets, and four part-timers.  \n  \nShe was upset at first to have to work with a fox chimera. The fox odor was  \nstronger than an animal fox, because Kev was short-human size. He was  \nskinny and muscular, and went around in just the fur most of the time. His  \nowner wanted his fox bits covered when he wasn't pleasing her at home,  \nso he wore rough unbleached men's bikini briefs that hid him decently.  \n  \nBut the male slave's bulges showed, and he'd grown up in the kennel unclothed  \nso he knew it was normal. He wore the usual two-inch-wide bought slave's  \nleather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, with all the sexy metal D-rings so humans  \ncould tie him to things and feel him up. That also was totally normal.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bill of course had been born fully human, but now his Otter DNA made him a  \nMod One. The Furson was still getting used to the new body, and spoke with  \nKev about fur grooming. Kev had grown up around different species of canids,  \nand learned about felids, mustelids and rodents soon after.  \n  \nBiological Synthetics Kennels lets lots of species play and learn together, to  \nget the beasts to stop shaking from the New. Kev had trained with an older  \nGray Fox vixen, and rubbed her up a lot when she was sick with fear when  \nher buyer was killed.  \n  \nHe trained with a Ratgirl and a guy Otter when it was time to learn about  \nhugging and then sex. The Kennels trained domestic and pleasure slaves  \nafter all. Most of the R4G1 domestics were too dumb to have sex drive, but  \nthey could learn to please. Kevin and Joz were R4G2 pleasure chimerae  \nand learned ways to please men and women, in the home, on the floor, and  \nin the bed.  \n  \nBill was not the first Furson to command Kev, so the fox didn't shake at  \nobeying someone with fur. Nadine disapproved, because they were both  \nguys, and she wanted to test Kev's training herself. As long as she didn't  \nmoan while sitting at her desk with Kev on his knees or lower, it wasn't  \na social problem.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now I don't know if Bill Harson thought about the fur care issue when he  \nWent Otter, or the fact the shower at home had become fun but restrictive.  \nWhat his new DNA wanted was bigger, not just a bathtub but a swimming  \npool, and sure the techs at BSI Labs had warned him about new urges, but  \nthere'd been a lot of legal junk to read and sign.  \n  \nKevin shook a bit when a Master asked him about fur care, but Bill was firm  \nso the fox could relax and Be a Slave. They talked about Bill's new senses,  \nwhich Kev knew were normal but Bill had to adapt to. Were the office lights  \nalways so bright, and did they always blink bright and dim? Kev grew up  \nseeing flicker when he moved his head and it had been a surprise humans  \ndidn't.  \n  \nWas it always so damn noisy indoors?! No wonder the animals were upset,  \neven when ordinary humans thought they were being quiet. The Otter had  \nto adjust to seeing distant small objects clearly and not focusing close in.  \nAnd colours! All of a sudden so vibrant, all of them! He just didn't see fine  \ndifferences anymore.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And then the smells! Humans disliked animal smells, preferring chemical  \nones like disinfectants. Fursons' enhanced olfactory skills shocked them,  \ntook a lot of getting used to. Did the normal vet disinfectant always have  \nthat unpleasant tang to it?! Sheesh, he could even smell the difference  \nbetween rubbing alcohol at 70%, and medical at 90%, something his  \nM1M0 vet colleagues couldn't!  \n  \nThen there was the feel of clothing on his new fur. Bill had never had such  \ntrouble when his Otter pelt was rubbed the wrong way! Oh gosh, being... er,  \npetted... felt so good! No wonder the cats purred, the dogs whimpered softly,  \nthe others let you do them. Kevin smiled and let the man enjoy. He knew all  \nabout being petted, and how his Mistress made him react.  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nOne of the other things Bill still had was his human mind. Chimerae grew up  \nwith inhuman senses, and their minds developed to know what they meant.  \nFursons were used to dull Human senses, and his mind was still trying to adapt.  \n  \nHe also had trouble adapting to his new body, especially the big heavy tail.  \nHe'd been to Butte and played with the slaves' tails, because most of them  \nwere big and fluffy. Especially their tails.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But otters are semi-aquatic, and their tails are used as rudders during  \nswimming. Fully submerged they're quite balletic despite the thick fur,  \non the surface you have to look forward of the wake. On shore there's  \nthe wet trail.  \n  \nBill had Gone Otter and gotten the fur, tail, and ears. He hadn't gone back  \nfor the snout or whiskers, and he asked Kev if the fox saw his own. Kev  \nwas used to being asked by now and didn't shake.  \n  \nSince it was their lunch break the two furries were out back soaking in  \nthe sun. Kev was curled up on a blanket with his bushy tail on his black  \nnose, looking a lot like a big animal, and Bill had developed quite a taste  \nfor tuna sandwiches or sushi. Kev's body was as developed as a human's  \nat seventeen, and he was able to drive a car with a human's supervsion.  \n  \nBut he wasn't old enough to drink beer legally, despite the fact he'd been  \ntested on it before leaving BioSynKennel. There were quite a number of  \nadvantages of being just a slave beast, and one was he wasn't legally  \na person, so no legal rights beyond being property, but no citizen  \nresponsibilities either.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was legally a human at fault for letting Kev drive a car, or drink beer, or do  \nwhat he was made for. Any R4G2 is trained to serve any gender any time, in  \nthe home, on the floor. Or in the bed. And Kev knew his duties quite well.  \n  \nKev's sexy skinny fox snout stuck out, and he could easily see it between his  \neyes. He couldn't focus that close, any more than humans can see their own  \nflat noses clearly. He had to be taught that he had what he saw on other foxes.  \n  \nKev spoke with Master Furson, and he'd been a display at furry conventions  \nso he didn't shake. Master tried to be patient even when he realised Kev's  \nchange of voice was due to the fox remembering to be a salesfur for Biological  \nSynthetics Kennels.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"KFB","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/584973-kevin-s-education-2.json"}}