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Not exactly something I have experience with, but hey, at least that means I’m qualified, right?\n\nI slipped the newspaper clipping back into the standard manilla folder I’d swiped from my last day my previous employer after hearing that the company’d been bought out and the new management had decided to hire all new staff, along with my resume and references. \n\nNo prior experience needed. At least that means I’m qualified.\n\nThe cab driver turned the radio down. [i]Thank goodness.[/i] “Hey, you sure this is the place you’re going, right?”\n\nI looked out the window and squinted my eyes against the glare of the sun to see what had the cab driver concerned, and the sight made my eyebrows raise involuntarily. The cab had turned onto a narrow, two-lane road lined with newly planted trees and bushes. The path was so new and smooth that I could barely hear the tires on the pavement. I whipped out my phone and pulled up my GPS to check our progress, and sure enough we were right on track. “Yep, this is the way.” I cringed as the cabbie shrugged and turned the music back up, much to my distress. “Hey, can you turn that down?”\n\nHe complied. “You’re the boss, man.”\n\n“Heh, thanks.” Strange thing to be called on the way to a job prospect, but hey, it actually felt kinda nice to hear. \n\nI sat in relative silence for a few minutes as the cab wound its way slowly up the road, which led further out of the city and into a hilly, grassy area, and as the cab drove past the last of the newly planted bushes, I realized that the grassy hills had all recently been mown short. [i]How much do these people pay their landscaper?[/i]\n\nIt was about ten more minutes of slow driving around hills before we finally reached a complex of unusual buildings made of stark white stucco and tinted heavily tinted glass. It looked like an architect’s wet dream, like the whole complex was one giant modern art installation. I could only guess that one of the buildings was for parking, as there was no parking lot, just a one-way loop of pavement that approached the large central building. There was a revolving door there serving as the entrance.\n\n“We’re here, my man.” The cab driver moved a knob by the steering wheel as the car came to a stop and he turned around. “Machine says forty-three, but I’ll just take forty if you’ve got cash.”\n\n“Sure.” I fished around in my back pocket for my wallet and pulled out a twenty, a ten, and two crinkled fives, handed them to them man, and stepped out of the car, shut the door behind me, and started to walk toward the central building with the revolving door.\n\n“Hey, don’t forget your folder!”\n\n[i]Shit.[/i] I spun around and opened the door, reached back in and grabbed my folder, making sure all the papers were still there, then shut the door again. This time, I kept my gaze forward as I walked with purpose toward the revolving door. I hoped nobody saw that.\n\nThe room inside was enormous, and lit by a skylight installed maybe five or six stories up. An anthropomorphic vixen sat behind a desk and smiled at me. She somehow managed to flash her teeth while looking friendly rather than menacing, something that many anthropomorphics have trouble with, in my experience.\n\n“Welcome to Transfaction Labs. May I help you?” Her diction of English was flawless, which impressed me, given how anthropomorphics usually had a pronounced lisp when trying to speak.\n\nI passed my folder nervously between my hands as I approached. “Uh, yeah, I’m here about a job posting for Spectacular Genetics.”\n\n“Yes.” The vixen nodded curtly. ”You’ll be pleased to know that the opening is still available. However, Doctor Santiago is currently in the middle of his work. He’ll be available in about twenty minutes, if you’d like to take a seat.” She gestured with her paw towards a white circle on the ground, just off to the side of the main walkway. She must have been expecting my confused look, because as I breathed in to respond, she cut me off. “Press down on the circle with your shoe, and then take a step back.”\n\n“O-kay,” I responded, not quite sure of what to expect, but I did as I was told. I approached the circle and pressed down on it. The outer edge of the circle glowed white and it began to rise, an elastic cylinder of something like latex stretching upwards a few feet.\n\n“Go ahead and take a seat. Doctor Santiago will be with you shortly.”\n\nI nodded and said “okay” again as I did so, and my arms flew out to my sides as I sank down on the pliable cushion. The cylinder had reshaped itself as I sat down, hugging my hips and supporting my back, though the surprise also caused me to splay my limbs out in a rather undignified fashion. After taking a moment to get my bearings, I glared a little in her direction, but then smiled. “Warn a guy.”\n\nThe receptionist covered her mouth as she giggled. “It’s more fun watching people fall when they don’t know what to expect.”\n\n“Yeah, well.” I huffed and scratched an itch on the side of my head.\n\nWe chatted for a time while waiting for this Doctor Santiago to arrive. I learned that her name was Sandra, and that she’d been working for the company for just over half a year, and that she was the one who wrote the job listing posted to the classifieds in today’s paper. I also learned that it was here at Spectacular Genetics that she had her species conversion performed. She’d apparently grown up near a forest and enjoyed watching the foxes there. Another thing I’d learned was the answer to something that I’d been wondering about. The grass outside had, in fact, not been mown, but was genetically engineered here to only grow to a certain height. The field outside was meant to be more of an advertisement of the company’s capabilities.\n\nOur conversation came to an abrupt end when the elevator behind the reception desk dinged. The doors opened and an anthropomorphic rat stepped out. He wore turquoise scrubs, leather digitigrade-style shoes, and a white lab coat, something that I’d expect to see on a medical doctor.\n\n“Good morning,” he said in a smooth baritone, in equally perfect diction as the vixen. “My name is Doctor Perry Santiago. You must be here about the laboratory assistant position.”\n\nI nodded and extricated myself from the chair, which sunk back down into the ground as I stood. “Yes, sir. My name is Ted--”\n\n“There will be more time for introductions later,” the doctor said, cutting me off. I swallowed my annoyance and tried to continue smiling, though it felt more like I was gritting my teeth. The doctor continued, “I’m on a tight schedule today, so please, follow me to my office.” He then spun around and waved for me to follow him.\n\nI waved goodbye to the receptionist and she gave me a friendly wink in return as I followed the rat back to the elevators. He swiped his ID badge through a reader on the wall beside one of the two sets of elevator doors, then stuck his hands, or paws, into his coat pockets.\n\nI fidgeted while searching for a conversation topic, then asked, “so, did you have your conversion done here, as well?”\n\n“Hm?” Doctor Santiago looked a little confused at first. “Ah, no, but that’s not really an appropriate question to ask someone, is it?”\n\n“Isn’t it? I mentally kicked myself for apparently stepping out of line. The doors slid open and he led me inside, then swiped his ID in a card reader and began to punch in a long numerical code. “I’m sorry for that, Doctor Santiago.”\n\n“Please, call me Perry.” The rat flashed me a smile, though it didn’t look quite as friendly as Sandra’s. Perhaps she’d gotten more practice. The elevator started to move downwards, rather than upwards, and I reached subconsciously for the bar attached to the side wall of the elevator car to steady myself.\n\n“Uh, alright, then. Perry.” It felt too personal, and made the ride more awkward than it already was.\n\nThe elevator’s LED display read B4 as it drew to a stop, dinged, and the doors slid open once again. “Follow me. My office is just down this way.” Perry, as he preferred to be called, stepped briskly out of the elevator. A few other anthropomorphics parted before him as his lab coat billowed out behind him.\n\nI followed him as he made his way briskly down a series of corridors. “If I’m being honest, Miss Sandra at reception is the first anthropomorphic I’ve met.” I resisted turning my head as we passed by another anthro, this one a tuxedo cat wearing a similar lab outfit to Doctor Santiago’s. “But there seem to be a lot around here.”\n\n“Yes, Transfaction Labs is an equal-species employer. You’ll find a great many furries have found employment here, and don’t worry about trying to use politically correct terminology here. Nobody will get offended if you start dropping the f-word.”\n\n“Alright,” I said, “fair enough. Is it too personal a question to ask why you chose to be a rat, though?”\n\nPerry actually laughed at that. “That’s one I don’t mind answering.” He glanced back at me over his shoulder, flashing me a broad grin. “Rats are exceedingly intelligent creatures. I raised one as a pet when I was growing up. I taught it tricks, cared for it, built mazes for it. I guess I developed a predisposition towards them. And, here we are.”\n\nWe had stopped in front of a door with a nameplate that read ‘Dr. P Santiago.’ He swiped his ID, the lock clicked, and he led me inside.\n\nI glanced around at the plaques, diplomas, certifications, and the little waterfall on his desk, trickling away endlessly. “Impressive office.”\n\n“Thank you.” He swept around behind his desk and fell into a large leather chair. “Please, have a seat. Ted, wasn’t it?”\n\n“Yes, that’s right.” I pulled out a similar, but smaller, chair in front of his desk and sat down in it. It put me at a full head’s disadvantage to the rat, who peered down at me from behind steepled fingers. “Thank you for taking the time to see me today. I do have a few questions--”\n\nPerry waved one paw dismissively, cutting me off once again. I felt my jaw tighten. “It’s my job to interview my future subordinates. Now, tell me, why do you think you’re a good fit for this job?”\n\n[i]Well, crap.[/i] I was honestly dreading this question. “Well, I’ve always done well in labs and science was always my best subject.”\n\n“Uh-huh.” Perry took the folder out from my hands and opened it. I watched him glance over my resume. “Why don’t you tell me why you think you’re qualified for this position?”\n\nI took a moment to gather my thoughts. “I’m knowledgeable about laboratory equipment, and I’ve--”\n\n“You don’t have any prior experience,” Perry said, interrupting me again.\n\n“No-o-o,” I said, annoyed enough to draw the word out longer than I needed to. I winced internally, reminding myself that I needed to please this guy if I wanted the job. “The posting says that no prior experience is needed.”\n\nThe rat closed the folder and looked me straight in the eye. “Well, you can read, at least.”\n\nI opened my mouth to retort, but he held up his hand. My fists clenched in frustration. “We are only looking at truly exceptional people, regardless of whether they have prior experience. Tell me what makes you exceptional.”\n\n“Well, I’m a quick learner, always at the top of my class. I’ve risen through the ranks of several of my previous occupations--”\n\n“By your own merit, or by gaming the system?”\n\n“By my own merit,” I said through unintentionally gritted teeth. “Though, I’d say that whether or not it was true, wouldn’t I?”\n\nPerry’s mouth quirked. “True enough, that.” He handed me my folder back, and I reached out and took it. “Tell you what. We have an accelerated learning program that just might give you the edge you’ll need to make it in this position. How about we try a session in lieu of the usual interview process? Prove yourself, and the position is yours.”\n\nI just shrugged, feeling a little exasperated. “Sounds fair, I guess?” I berated myself internally again, gritted my teeth, and said, “I mean, I won’t let you down, sir.”\n\n“No.” The corners of his mouth curled up into a grin, and he chuckled. “I’m sure you won’t.”\n\nHis chuckle set me on edge. [i]I’m going to be a science experiment, aren’t I?[/i] I followed him back out and into the elevator. This time, after the card swipe, only a single button was pressed, and rode the elevator up to the top floor.\n\nI fidgeted as the elevator slowly made its way up. “How long have you been working here?”\n\n“Just about two years, now.” He smiled again, though it was a little unsettling. Maybe it was just my nerves. “The learning platform we’re going to right now just so happens to be one of my earlier contributions to the company.”\n\nI glanced over at him as the elevator passed up through the ground floor, imagining Sandra sitting a few feet away as we passed. “Interesting. How does it work?”\n\nPerry made a show of shrugging with his entire body. “You’ll find out when we get up there.”\n\nWe waited in silence for another moment, and the elevator dinged once again. I followed him and his billowing lab coat up to a double door, where his card was swiped, and then tapped, to a reader. He punched in a long series of numbers and the keypad buzzed and flashed red. Perry clicked his tongue.\n\n“Tight security in this place,” I said, trying again to engage in conversation. “Are there any doors that don’t require a card to open?”\n\n“We have cutting edge technology here. We do not want anyone to look in on our advancements and claim them as their own.”\n\nI nodded. “Understandable, though you seem to be comfortable leading me around in here.”\n\n“Oh, we’re not going into any of the [i]really[/i] confidential areas. Besides, I have an excellent feeling about you, Ted.” He tapped in his code again, and the door unlocked this time. Perry swung it open wide, and held it for me. “Now, please step inside the room.”\n\nI did so. The room was huge and surgically clean, all brushed steel and white plastic. There were only two things in the room. The first was a reclined padded seat next to a strange ergonomic chair with wheels on the bottom. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, reclined with an elevated foot rest, and made of white plastic and brushed steel. The other was a large glass or acrylic chamber with a computer attached. The latter took up a lot more space than the chair, though it wasn’t nearly enough to fill the entire room.\n\n“Echo.” My voice reverberated.\n\n“Now, Ted, please take a seat.” His voice had the same reverberative quality. He gestured toward the ergonomic seat in the center of the large room.\n\nI approached it and sat down The metal wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be.\n\nPerry stood between the metal chair and the padded one, lifting something up that looked like a virtual reality headset. “Now, I’m going to put this module on you. This is going to play the learning module. I want you to relax the entire time. We’ll start off with a thirty minute session, and if you respond well, we’ll hire you and move on to the training proper.”\n\nI nodded and relaxed as the good doctor slipped the head-mounted display over my cranium and fastened it, and then everything went silent as noise-cancelling headphones covered my ears. 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Once the restraints were in place, he used a pair of surgical shears to carefully snip off his clothing, leaving the empty human body completely bare and discarded the ruined clothes in a small pile.\n\n“Let’s get you into your new uniform, shall we?” The rat whistled to himself as he wheeled the table towards the large transparent chamber. He punched a big red button with his fist, and the chamber door slid open with a hiss. He pushed the chair into the center of the room, where the wheels locked onto magnets on the floor. He reached towards the human’s shaved cheek and ran the backs of his fingers over the skin. “We’ll make you beautiful, just you wait.” He backed up out of the room and hit the button again, causing the door to slide closed again.\n\nNow in front of the computer panel, he pressed the power button and waited for it to boot up. The user interface before him was confusing in a way that only a computer programmer could make it, but bold red words at the top read, in all caps, “INPUT SPECIES AND GENDER.” “Now, let’s see what we don’t have yet… Not enough girls on staff, certainly, so we’ll trade out your Y chromosome…” He started pressing a few buttons. “There, we go, and as for species, how about something a little less common? I think HR would be pleased with something li-i-iike… a German Shepherd.” The doctor pressed some buttons and selected the expected nomenclature. [i]Canis lupus familiaris GSD.[/i]\n\nThe room began with colorless, transparent gas. It took a few moments, but the empty human’s muscles tighten as it started to change. Body hair thickened and lightened from black to brown. His diaphragm tightened, forcing air through his clenched teeth. Leg bones snapped and popped, lengthening and shortening as the proportions changed. His penis slowly shrank, shortening and narrowing as breasts swelled up on her chest. Her face elongated, taking on a more muzzlish form. Her fur continued to thicken, spreading from her core down her arms to the backs of her hands, which began to resemble something more like paws, and up onto her face. Her groin puffed out around the cock and a slit formed while her balls pulled themselves up into her body. The slit between her thighs grew deeper as a tunnel began to form, then a uterus, and her balls settled on either side of it, slowly beginning their own complex transformation into ovaries. Her sperm began changing into eggs. While this was going on, her fingernails sharpened into little claws while the bottom of her spine elongated into a tail. The spreading fur chased the tail tip as it grew, finally covering it as it stopped growing. Her skin was no longer visible, except on the pads of her fingers and toes, her nose, and her ears. The change finally complete, her muscles relaxed.\n\nThe computer screen flashed green and the gas in the room vented out into the floor and the door opened on its own. The good doctor stepped in and wheeled the chair back out and into its original place, then took an optical disc out from the headset and labeled it “Ted - solitary copy.” He placed it into a disc case, then pressed a few buttons on the display, generating a new personality, and choosing the skill sets needed for his new assistant before fitting it onto the canine girl’s body.\n\n\n\n\n\nLights.\n\nPretty lights.\n\nFlickering pretty lights.\n\nThe pulsing lights vanish to be replaced with static. No, not with static. Information. Every black dot is a zero. Every white dot is a one. Information pours into my mind at sixty frames per second. My head slowly begins to fill with knowledge of maths, chemistry, biology, physics, language. The works and accomplishments of Shakespeare, Einstein, Feynman, Sagan. How to perfectly pronounce every word in Latin, English, Spanish, Mandarin, Japanese. I’m shown my role, what is expected of me. I am to assist and I am to obey.\n\nPulses of red, blue, green, yellow. Wavelength varies between 450 to 700 nanometers. Red. Yellow. Red, yellow. Green. Red, green. Yellow, green. Red, yellow, green. Blue.\n\nI found myself pondering why the pattern was so simple. [i]Light pulses seem to indicate an integer increasing by one each cycle with different wavelengths indicating different base-one digits.[/i] I heard a thought inside my head. ‘Pattern recognition confirmed.’ The pattern changed.\n\nRed. Yellow. Red, yellow. Red, green. Red, yellow, green. [i]New pattern may indicate a prime number progression. I heard another thought inside my head. [/i]‘Predictive pattern recognition confirmed. Releasing subject from reeducation platform. The lights go out.\n\nDarkness.\n\nI felt something being pulled from my face. At first I was afraid, believing that my face itself were being pulled off. I tried to shout.\n\n“Shhh.”\n\nI obeyed. I relaxed and looked up into the face of an anthropomorphic rat wearing a labcoat. He smiled down at me as he ran his fingers down my body. His paw cupped me between my thighs.\n\n“Spread your legs for me.”\n\nI obeyed. I lowered my gaze to his chest as I parted my thighs and brought them up close to my chest.\n\n“Tell me your name.”\n\nI looked up into his eyes, meeting his gaze as I thought for a moment. I didn’t have a name, so I just replied, “I cannot answer, as the requested information is null.”\n\nHe nodded and I felt his fingers entering my vagina. “It is now, but how about we call you Carol from now on?”\n\nMy heartrate quickened as his touch brought pleasure to me, spurring on my sex drive. I nodded. “Then my name is Carol, and you are Doctor Santiago.”\n\nHis eyebrows raised and his paw slipped away from between my thighs. “Ahh, that’s interesting. How did you know my name?”\n\nI tilted my head and looked down at his dripping fingers. “That’s the name on the on your labcoat, sir. Am I incorrect?”\n\nHis paw returned to my body and cupped my breast. “No, you’re right. You’re intelligent, observant, obedient. I think you might finally be the one. Do me a favor and keep your legs spread for me.”\n\nI obeyed. I watched him begin to slip out of his labcoat. “Do you intend to mate with me, Doctor Santiago?”\n\nHe grinned as he shrugged his shirt off. “Yes. Is that a problem?”\n\nI tried to mimic his expression. It felt … right. I think that this was called ‘happiness.’ “Of course not, Doctor.”\n\n“Please,” he purred, slipping his pants down and off, “call me Doctor Santiago.” He stood before me and ran his paws over my body.\n\nI let my legs down and relaxed under his touch. Well, I tried to. My body kept quivering and jerking involuntarily. It felt nice. I told him so.\n\n“I know it does. Tell me, what are you thinking now? Do you remember why you’re here?”\n\nI closed my eyes, wondering what it was he was asking of me. “I’m here to obey, Doctor Santiago. I’m not sure what you mean, otherwise.”\n\n“Tell me, then, what do you remember before waking up?” He rolled onto the table between my legs and aligned his erect penis against my labia, and began to ease himself in. This, too, felt nice. I made sure to tell him so before answering.\n\n“I remember some pretty lights. They were pulsing in a definable mathematical pattern, which first represented a simple increase in integer value in base 2, then it changed and started following a pattern that may have been--”\n\nHe put his finger to my lips. I smiled and let him interrupt. “I mean before that.”\n\nI shook my head, confused. There was nothing before the lights. “Do you mean to ask me about my historical knowledge? I’m versed in the lifetime works of many well-regarded historical figures, including--”\n\n“No, no,” he grunted. I quieted myself and smiled. His lips curled as his hips thrusted, grinding his manhood against my g-spot. “Just… Just stay quiet for a moment.”\n\nI obeyed and relaxed as best as I could, but my body continued to respond more and more to the incessant stimulation inside me. I found my hips rocking by themselves and I failed to stifle a moan. Embarrassed, I bit my lip for a moment, and apologized. “I’m sorry, Doctor Santiago. I’ll try to be quieter.”\n\nHe shook his head and wraps his hands around my throat gently, using it as leverage to draw his length in and out of me. I had to admit, the process of coitus was pleasurable, and I enjoyed submitting to him. We rubbed against each other for a while, until he let out a sign and stopped moving. I could feel him throbbing inside me as he emptied his seed into my body. It felt nice. Eventually, though, he pulled out of me and slipped off of the reclined chair, then sat down on the padded chair next to my own resting place. He smiled at me. I liked it when he smiled.\n\n“I’m sorry, Doctor Santiago. I’ll be quieter for you next time.”\n\nHe just shook his head, still smiling, then he picked up an optical disc and handed it to me. “Tell me, does this name mean anything to you?”\n\nI took the disc and saw only one name. “Ted. Usually short for Theodore.”\n\nHe nodded. “Good. It looks like you can read just fine. Does the name mean anything to you?”\n\n“No, Doctor Santiago. Should it mean anything to me?”\n\n“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “it shouldn’t.” He brought one of his paws to his chin and gazed at the disc. “Tell you what, Carol. Could you take this down to the break room and microwave it for me?”\n\nI nodded. “I can, if you wish, Doctor Santiago.” I thought through the process and tried to predict what the outcome might be. “Though, I would like to make certain that you are aware that subjecting an optical disc such as this to intense EM radiation in an electromagnetic wave generation chamber will permanently--”\n\n“I’m aware of the consequences.” Doctor Santiago had interrupted me again. I closed my mouth and smiled at him. [i]Of course he’d know. I’d been stupid for even mentioning it.[/i] “I’d like you to do it anyway,” he continued.\n\n“Yes, Doctor Santiago.” I held the disc beneath my bare breasts. “Where is the break room?”\n\n“Second floor.” He stood and picked up his discarded lab coat, fished around in the pockets, and withdrew a card that read ‘guest’ on it. “Take this pass and try to make your way down there on your own, microwave it, and then make your way back. Don’t forget to throw the disc in the trash when you’re done.”\n\n“Yes, Doctor Santiago.” I swung my legs over the side of the chair and stood carefully, getting used to putting weight on my paws. I felt his semen dripping down between my thighs. “Second floor. Do you have any more specific directions than this?”\n\n“No, I’m certain you’ll be able to find it with that information alone.” He handed the information disc towards me and I grasped it, then I took the badge and hung it around my neck.\n\nI stepped out of the room with the disc held carefully in both paws and I glanced around, looking for a way down, then spotted an elevator. I approached it.\n\nI found no buttons, but I did find a black piece of plastic with a pictogram resembling my card. It was a white rectangle with a solid stripe on it. I took my card, aligned it with the slot, and tried pressing it in. Nothing happened. I tried swiping it down through the slot, and then a green light turned on. I rejoiced internally as I stepped inside, then I looked around for what to do next.\n\nOn the wall behind me, I found several buttons, and another card swipe unit. Most of the numbers were darkened, and four were lit up. Most of the numbers were included on small buttons and were arranged in a three by four grid, with digis zero through nine arranged in descending order, with a number sign and asterisk thrown in for some reason, and then there were four other dim buttons labeled B1, B2, B3, and B4. The four lit buttons, however, were just numbered 1, 2, 3, and 4. I pressed the button next to the number 2. The doors closed, and I felt gravity’s pull weaken around me.\n\nA short while later, I heard a ding sound, and the elevator doors open. I gawked for a moment before I realized that the room must have descended, taking me to a lower place in the building, like some kind of lifting-lowering room.\n\nI stepped back out of the room and looked around, then spotted a few words painted onto a nearby wall. I was overjoyed to see the that “Break Room” was painted among them, and there were arrows indicating which way I needed to go. I followed the arrows. Other furs stared at my body as I walked past. Perhaps they were wondering why I was not dressed as they were, but I did not stop to ask, as my my task was clearly stated already by Doctor Santiago.\n\nI followed signs on the walls pointing to the break room, finally coming across a door with those words embossed beside it. I stepped inside.\n\nHeads turned to face me as I glanced around, gazing past everyone else as I located the high-intensity electromagnetic bombardment chambers. I approached and popped one open, then slid the disc inside. A paw grasped my butt. I turned to face a calico girl.\n\n“Hey, beautiful, you’re a bit underdressed.”\n\nI shook free of her grasp. “I’m sorry. I’m under orders from Doctor Santiago, and you’re distracting me.” The feline immediately withdrew her hold on me as soon as I mentioned his name. “I’ll be happy to chat with you once I’m free.” \n\n“No, no, my apologies. Please don’t let me distract you again.” The feline backed away and I noticed her pants bulging out in front. [i]What’s this,[/i] I wondered.\n\nI shook myself free from my stray thoughts and turned back to the … microwave. Once the door to the unit was closed, reached toward the timing controls, and hesitated. The duration of bombardment was not specified, but perhaps my reason for bringing this disc here really was merely to destroy the data on it. Doctor Santiago certainly did seem unconcerned with my prior warning.\n\nI keyed in the numbers 6 and 0 and pressed the start button. A light came on in the device and the carousel began to rate, and then arcs of plasma spread out across the surface of the disc as the data on it was completely shredded. I smelled burning plastic. It was actually rather pretty. I smiled and watched through the window.\n\nPretty lights.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Job Training



“My name is Ted. I’m 24 years old, unemployed, and about to lose my home if I can’t pay rent.” Ugh. No. I read over the classified posting again, trying to concentrate despite the cacophonous noise playing over the cab speakers. I read over the classifieds for the eighth time while riding in back of Ultra Cab on my way to the address listed at the bottom.

Join Spectacular Genetics for a better future today! We’re looking for hard working, able bodied individuals to join our team of talented laboratory assistants. No prior field experience required. Starting pay is $20 per hour, non negotiable. Applications accepted in person only. Spectacular Genetics is a division of Transfaction Labs, LLC.


A genetics lab. Not exactly something I have experience with, but hey, at least that means I’m qualified, right?

I slipped the newspaper clipping back into the standard manilla folder I’d swiped from my last day my previous employer after hearing that the company’d been bought out and the new management had decided to hire all new staff, along with my resume and references.

No prior experience needed. At least that means I’m qualified.

The cab driver turned the radio down. Thank goodness. “Hey, you sure this is the place you’re going, right?”

I looked out the window and squinted my eyes against the glare of the sun to see what had the cab driver concerned, and the sight made my eyebrows raise involuntarily. The cab had turned onto a narrow, two-lane road lined with newly planted trees and bushes. The path was so new and smooth that I could barely hear the tires on the pavement. I whipped out my phone and pulled up my GPS to check our progress, and sure enough we were right on track. “Yep, this is the way.” I cringed as the cabbie shrugged and turned the music back up, much to my distress. “Hey, can you turn that down?”

He complied. “You’re the boss, man.”

“Heh, thanks.” Strange thing to be called on the way to a job prospect, but hey, it actually felt kinda nice to hear.

I sat in relative silence for a few minutes as the cab wound its way slowly up the road, which led further out of the city and into a hilly, grassy area, and as the cab drove past the last of the newly planted bushes, I realized that the grassy hills had all recently been mown short. How much do these people pay their landscaper?

It was about ten more minutes of slow driving around hills before we finally reached a complex of unusual buildings made of stark white stucco and tinted heavily tinted glass. It looked like an architect’s wet dream, like the whole complex was one giant modern art installation. I could only guess that one of the buildings was for parking, as there was no parking lot, just a one-way loop of pavement that approached the large central building. There was a revolving door there serving as the entrance.

“We’re here, my man.” The cab driver moved a knob by the steering wheel as the car came to a stop and he turned around. “Machine says forty-three, but I’ll just take forty if you’ve got cash.”

“Sure.” I fished around in my back pocket for my wallet and pulled out a twenty, a ten, and two crinkled fives, handed them to them man, and stepped out of the car, shut the door behind me, and started to walk toward the central building with the revolving door.

“Hey, don’t forget your folder!”

Shit. I spun around and opened the door, reached back in and grabbed my folder, making sure all the papers were still there, then shut the door again. This time, I kept my gaze forward as I walked with purpose toward the revolving door. I hoped nobody saw that.

The room inside was enormous, and lit by a skylight installed maybe five or six stories up. An anthropomorphic vixen sat behind a desk and smiled at me. She somehow managed to flash her teeth while looking friendly rather than menacing, something that many anthropomorphics have trouble with, in my experience.

“Welcome to Transfaction Labs. May I help you?” Her diction of English was flawless, which impressed me, given how anthropomorphics usually had a pronounced lisp when trying to speak.

I passed my folder nervously between my hands as I approached. “Uh, yeah, I’m here about a job posting for Spectacular Genetics.”

“Yes.” The vixen nodded curtly. ”You’ll be pleased to know that the opening is still available. However, Doctor Santiago is currently in the middle of his work. He’ll be available in about twenty minutes, if you’d like to take a seat.” She gestured with her paw towards a white circle on the ground, just off to the side of the main walkway. She must have been expecting my confused look, because as I breathed in to respond, she cut me off. “Press down on the circle with your shoe, and then take a step back.”

“O-kay,” I responded, not quite sure of what to expect, but I did as I was told. I approached the circle and pressed down on it. The outer edge of the circle glowed white and it began to rise, an elastic cylinder of something like latex stretching upwards a few feet.

“Go ahead and take a seat. Doctor Santiago will be with you shortly.”

I nodded and said “okay” again as I did so, and my arms flew out to my sides as I sank down on the pliable cushion. The cylinder had reshaped itself as I sat down, hugging my hips and supporting my back, though the surprise also caused me to splay my limbs out in a rather undignified fashion. After taking a moment to get my bearings, I glared a little in her direction, but then smiled. “Warn a guy.”

The receptionist covered her mouth as she giggled. “It’s more fun watching people fall when they don’t know what to expect.”

“Yeah, well.” I huffed and scratched an itch on the side of my head.

We chatted for a time while waiting for this Doctor Santiago to arrive. I learned that her name was Sandra, and that she’d been working for the company for just over half a year, and that she was the one who wrote the job listing posted to the classifieds in today’s paper. I also learned that it was here at Spectacular Genetics that she had her species conversion performed. She’d apparently grown up near a forest and enjoyed watching the foxes there. Another thing I’d learned was the answer to something that I’d been wondering about. The grass outside had, in fact, not been mown, but was genetically engineered here to only grow to a certain height. The field outside was meant to be more of an advertisement of the company’s capabilities.

Our conversation came to an abrupt end when the elevator behind the reception desk dinged. The doors opened and an anthropomorphic rat stepped out. He wore turquoise scrubs, leather digitigrade-style shoes, and a white lab coat, something that I’d expect to see on a medical doctor.

“Good morning,” he said in a smooth baritone, in equally perfect diction as the vixen. “My name is Doctor Perry Santiago. You must be here about the laboratory assistant position.”

I nodded and extricated myself from the chair, which sunk back down into the ground as I stood. “Yes, sir. My name is Ted--”

“There will be more time for introductions later,” the doctor said, cutting me off. I swallowed my annoyance and tried to continue smiling, though it felt more like I was gritting my teeth. The doctor continued, “I’m on a tight schedule today, so please, follow me to my office.” He then spun around and waved for me to follow him.

I waved goodbye to the receptionist and she gave me a friendly wink in return as I followed the rat back to the elevators. He swiped his ID badge through a reader on the wall beside one of the two sets of elevator doors, then stuck his hands, or paws, into his coat pockets.

I fidgeted while searching for a conversation topic, then asked, “so, did you have your conversion done here, as well?”

“Hm?” Doctor Santiago looked a little confused at first. “Ah, no, but that’s not really an appropriate question to ask someone, is it?”

“Isn’t it? I mentally kicked myself for apparently stepping out of line. The doors slid open and he led me inside, then swiped his ID in a card reader and began to punch in a long numerical code. “I’m sorry for that, Doctor Santiago.”

“Please, call me Perry.” The rat flashed me a smile, though it didn’t look quite as friendly as Sandra’s. Perhaps she’d gotten more practice. The elevator started to move downwards, rather than upwards, and I reached subconsciously for the bar attached to the side wall of the elevator car to steady myself.

“Uh, alright, then. Perry.” It felt too personal, and made the ride more awkward than it already was.

The elevator’s LED display read B4 as it drew to a stop, dinged, and the doors slid open once again. “Follow me. My office is just down this way.” Perry, as he preferred to be called, stepped briskly out of the elevator. A few other anthropomorphics parted before him as his lab coat billowed out behind him.

I followed him as he made his way briskly down a series of corridors. “If I’m being honest, Miss Sandra at reception is the first anthropomorphic I’ve met.” I resisted turning my head as we passed by another anthro, this one a tuxedo cat wearing a similar lab outfit to Doctor Santiago’s. “But there seem to be a lot around here.”

“Yes, Transfaction Labs is an equal-species employer. You’ll find a great many furries have found employment here, and don’t worry about trying to use politically correct terminology here. Nobody will get offended if you start dropping the f-word.”

“Alright,” I said, “fair enough. Is it too personal a question to ask why you chose to be a rat, though?”

Perry actually laughed at that. “That’s one I don’t mind answering.” He glanced back at me over his shoulder, flashing me a broad grin. “Rats are exceedingly intelligent creatures. I raised one as a pet when I was growing up. I taught it tricks, cared for it, built mazes for it. I guess I developed a predisposition towards them. And, here we are.”

We had stopped in front of a door with a nameplate that read ‘Dr. P Santiago.’ He swiped his ID, the lock clicked, and he led me inside.

I glanced around at the plaques, diplomas, certifications, and the little waterfall on his desk, trickling away endlessly. “Impressive office.”

“Thank you.” He swept around behind his desk and fell into a large leather chair. “Please, have a seat. Ted, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s right.” I pulled out a similar, but smaller, chair in front of his desk and sat down in it. It put me at a full head’s disadvantage to the rat, who peered down at me from behind steepled fingers. “Thank you for taking the time to see me today. I do have a few questions--”

Perry waved one paw dismissively, cutting me off once again. I felt my jaw tighten. “It’s my job to interview my future subordinates. Now, tell me, why do you think you’re a good fit for this job?”

Well, crap. I was honestly dreading this question. “Well, I’ve always done well in labs and science was always my best subject.”

“Uh-huh.” Perry took the folder out from my hands and opened it. I watched him glance over my resume. “Why don’t you tell me why you think you’re qualified for this position?”

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. “I’m knowledgeable about laboratory equipment, and I’ve--”

“You don’t have any prior experience,” Perry said, interrupting me again.

“No-o-o,” I said, annoyed enough to draw the word out longer than I needed to. I winced internally, reminding myself that I needed to please this guy if I wanted the job. “The posting says that no prior experience is needed.”

The rat closed the folder and looked me straight in the eye. “Well, you can read, at least.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but he held up his hand. My fists clenched in frustration. “We are only looking at truly exceptional people, regardless of whether they have prior experience. Tell me what makes you exceptional.”

“Well, I’m a quick learner, always at the top of my class. I’ve risen through the ranks of several of my previous occupations--”

“By your own merit, or by gaming the system?”

“By my own merit,” I said through unintentionally gritted teeth. “Though, I’d say that whether or not it was true, wouldn’t I?”

Perry’s mouth quirked. “True enough, that.” He handed me my folder back, and I reached out and took it. “Tell you what. We have an accelerated learning program that just might give you the edge you’ll need to make it in this position. How about we try a session in lieu of the usual interview process? Prove yourself, and the position is yours.”

I just shrugged, feeling a little exasperated. “Sounds fair, I guess?” I berated myself internally again, gritted my teeth, and said, “I mean, I won’t let you down, sir.”

“No.” The corners of his mouth curled up into a grin, and he chuckled. “I’m sure you won’t.”

His chuckle set me on edge. I’m going to be a science experiment, aren’t I? I followed him back out and into the elevator. This time, after the card swipe, only a single button was pressed, and rode the elevator up to the top floor.

I fidgeted as the elevator slowly made its way up. “How long have you been working here?”

“Just about two years, now.” He smiled again, though it was a little unsettling. Maybe it was just my nerves. “The learning platform we’re going to right now just so happens to be one of my earlier contributions to the company.”

I glanced over at him as the elevator passed up through the ground floor, imagining Sandra sitting a few feet away as we passed. “Interesting. How does it work?”

Perry made a show of shrugging with his entire body. “You’ll find out when we get up there.”

We waited in silence for another moment, and the elevator dinged once again. I followed him and his billowing lab coat up to a double door, where his card was swiped, and then tapped, to a reader. He punched in a long series of numbers and the keypad buzzed and flashed red. Perry clicked his tongue.

“Tight security in this place,” I said, trying again to engage in conversation. “Are there any doors that don’t require a card to open?”

“We have cutting edge technology here. We do not want anyone to look in on our advancements and claim them as their own.”

I nodded. “Understandable, though you seem to be comfortable leading me around in here.”

“Oh, we’re not going into any of the really confidential areas. Besides, I have an excellent feeling about you, Ted.” He tapped in his code again, and the door unlocked this time. Perry swung it open wide, and held it for me. “Now, please step inside the room.”

I did so. The room was huge and surgically clean, all brushed steel and white plastic. There were only two things in the room. The first was a reclined padded seat next to a strange ergonomic chair with wheels on the bottom. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, reclined with an elevated foot rest, and made of white plastic and brushed steel. The other was a large glass or acrylic chamber with a computer attached. The latter took up a lot more space than the chair, though it wasn’t nearly enough to fill the entire room.

“Echo.” My voice reverberated.

“Now, Ted, please take a seat.” His voice had the same reverberative quality. He gestured toward the ergonomic seat in the center of the large room.

I approached it and sat down The metal wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be.

Perry stood between the metal chair and the padded one, lifting something up that looked like a virtual reality headset. “Now, I’m going to put this module on you. This is going to play the learning module. I want you to relax the entire time. We’ll start off with a thirty minute session, and if you respond well, we’ll hire you and move on to the training proper.”

I nodded and relaxed as the good doctor slipped the head-mounted display over my cranium and fastened it, and then everything went silent as noise-cancelling headphones covered my ears. Light flooded my eyes as the unit booted up, showing monochromic static, and a quiet hissing filled my ears. Then, as I was starting to get used to the static, everything went dark again. I wondered why, but then the display lit up again, and pulsing colored lights filled my vision. I held still while they played, wondering what on earth this was supposed to accomplish. Again, I felt more like a test subject than a job applicant.

“Hey, doctor, what is this thing supposed to be doing, anyway?”

I didn’t hear any answer, either because he didn’t actually answer, or because the headphones blocked it out. I huffed and closed my fists for a moment, before I remembered I was supposed to relax, and I forced them to open and stay limp. At least the light show was somewhat entertaining, almost hypnotic. It reminded me of fireworks on the fourth of july, the way they would burst into existence, and then fizzle out.

I tried to figure out what I was supposedly learning, though nothing in my head felt like new information. I tried doing a few math problems in my head. Two plus two is four, four plus four is eight, eight over eight is one.

I remembered the receptionist and her story about foxes, then realized that I hadn’t actually seen another human here. Maybe that’s why they were so willing to accept me with no prior experience, since I wasn’t a furry.

After a few moments, I caught myself drooling as the hypnotizing display went on, and I forced myself to swallow. I wasn’t sure if the display went out of focus, or if the lights themselves were getting hazy and were blending together.

“Heyyyy, doc? Izzit s’posted to be blurry?”

I was annoyed again that I didn’t get an answer from the mouse. Uh, rat. The lights were making me feel so relaxed They were so hypnotizing. I stayed limp, like he said, and let myself sink into them, like the lights beneath a swimming pool at night. I found myself wondering why I was here, but it didn’t feel that important.

Two plus two is four, four plus four is eight, and eight over eight is… uh...

My body felt numb as I gazed upwards, up into the flittering fireflies dancing in front of me. Two plus two plus two plus two plus two plus two. What was two, again?

“It’s pretty.” I smiled as I reached forward to touch them. Pretty fireworks. Fireworks, fireflies, fireworks, fireflies. Pretty pulsing lights. I felt my arms grow heavy and they slowly fell back to my sides. I forgot what I was thinking about. For a moment, I realized that I was having trouble remembering anything, but then that thought vanished as I gazed at them.

Such pretty lights.

Lights.

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The doctor lifted the head-mounted-display off of his newest assistant while carefully peeling the hidden electrodes off of his skin. “There we go-o-o,” he purred, “completely drained of ‘Ted.’ All cute, empty, and ready to be filled.” He snapped his fingers in front of the human’s face, checking for any cortical response, then he shined a light into his eyes. The human’s pupils remained dilated. “Perfect. I think you’re hired.”

He buckled leather straps around the vacant human’s wrists and ankles, fastening them with steel buckles, then slipped a leather rod gag into its mouth. Once the restraints were in place, he used a pair of surgical shears to carefully snip off his clothing, leaving the empty human body completely bare and discarded the ruined clothes in a small pile.

“Let’s get you into your new uniform, shall we?” The rat whistled to himself as he wheeled the table towards the large transparent chamber. He punched a big red button with his fist, and the chamber door slid open with a hiss. He pushed the chair into the center of the room, where the wheels locked onto magnets on the floor. He reached towards the human’s shaved cheek and ran the backs of his fingers over the skin. “We’ll make you beautiful, just you wait.” He backed up out of the room and hit the button again, causing the door to slide closed again.

Now in front of the computer panel, he pressed the power button and waited for it to boot up. The user interface before him was confusing in a way that only a computer programmer could make it, but bold red words at the top read, in all caps, “INPUT SPECIES AND GENDER.” “Now, let’s see what we don’t have yet… Not enough girls on staff, certainly, so we’ll trade out your Y chromosome…” He started pressing a few buttons. “There, we go, and as for species, how about something a little less common? I think HR would be pleased with something li-i-iike… a German Shepherd.” The doctor pressed some buttons and selected the expected nomenclature. Canis lupus familiaris GSD.

The room began with colorless, transparent gas. It took a few moments, but the empty human’s muscles tighten as it started to change. Body hair thickened and lightened from black to brown. His diaphragm tightened, forcing air through his clenched teeth. Leg bones snapped and popped, lengthening and shortening as the proportions changed. His penis slowly shrank, shortening and narrowing as breasts swelled up on her chest. Her face elongated, taking on a more muzzlish form. Her fur continued to thicken, spreading from her core down her arms to the backs of her hands, which began to resemble something more like paws, and up onto her face. Her groin puffed out around the cock and a slit formed while her balls pulled themselves up into her body. The slit between her thighs grew deeper as a tunnel began to form, then a uterus, and her balls settled on either side of it, slowly beginning their own complex transformation into ovaries. Her sperm began changing into eggs. While this was going on, her fingernails sharpened into little claws while the bottom of her spine elongated into a tail. The spreading fur chased the tail tip as it grew, finally covering it as it stopped growing. Her skin was no longer visible, except on the pads of her fingers and toes, her nose, and her ears. The change finally complete, her muscles relaxed.

The computer screen flashed green and the gas in the room vented out into the floor and the door opened on its own. The good doctor stepped in and wheeled the chair back out and into its original place, then took an optical disc out from the headset and labeled it “Ted - solitary copy.” He placed it into a disc case, then pressed a few buttons on the display, generating a new personality, and choosing the skill sets needed for his new assistant before fitting it onto the canine girl’s body.





Lights.

Pretty lights.

Flickering pretty lights.

The pulsing lights vanish to be replaced with static. No, not with static. Information. Every black dot is a zero. Every white dot is a one. Information pours into my mind at sixty frames per second. My head slowly begins to fill with knowledge of maths, chemistry, biology, physics, language. The works and accomplishments of Shakespeare, Einstein, Feynman, Sagan. How to perfectly pronounce every word in Latin, English, Spanish, Mandarin, Japanese. I’m shown my role, what is expected of me. I am to assist and I am to obey.

Pulses of red, blue, green, yellow. Wavelength varies between 450 to 700 nanometers. Red. Yellow. Red, yellow. Green. Red, green. Yellow, green. Red, yellow, green. Blue.

I found myself pondering why the pattern was so simple. Light pulses seem to indicate an integer increasing by one each cycle with different wavelengths indicating different base-one digits. I heard a thought inside my head. ‘Pattern recognition confirmed.’ The pattern changed.

Red. Yellow. Red, yellow. Red, green. Red, yellow, green. New pattern may indicate a prime number progression. I heard another thought inside my head. ‘Predictive pattern recognition confirmed. Releasing subject from reeducation platform. The lights go out.

Darkness.

I felt something being pulled from my face. At first I was afraid, believing that my face itself were being pulled off. I tried to shout.

“Shhh.”

I obeyed. I relaxed and looked up into the face of an anthropomorphic rat wearing a labcoat. He smiled down at me as he ran his fingers down my body. His paw cupped me between my thighs.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I obeyed. I lowered my gaze to his chest as I parted my thighs and brought them up close to my chest.

“Tell me your name.”

I looked up into his eyes, meeting his gaze as I thought for a moment. I didn’t have a  name, so I just replied, “I cannot answer, as the requested information is null.”

He nodded and I felt his fingers entering my vagina. “It is now, but how about we call you Carol from now on?”

My heartrate quickened as his touch brought pleasure to me, spurring on my sex drive. I nodded. “Then my name is Carol, and you are Doctor Santiago.”

His eyebrows raised and his paw slipped away from between my thighs. “Ahh, that’s interesting. How did you know my name?”

I tilted my head and looked down at his dripping fingers. “That’s the name on the on your labcoat, sir. Am I incorrect?”

His paw returned to my body and cupped my breast. “No, you’re right. You’re intelligent, observant, obedient. I think you might finally be the one. Do me a favor and keep your legs spread for me.”

I obeyed. I watched him begin to slip out of his labcoat. “Do you intend to mate with me, Doctor Santiago?”

He grinned as he shrugged his shirt off. “Yes. Is that a problem?”

I tried to mimic his expression. It felt … right. I think that this was called ‘happiness.’ “Of course not, Doctor.”

“Please,” he purred, slipping his pants down and off, “call me Doctor Santiago.” He stood before me and ran his paws over my body.

I let my legs down and relaxed under his touch. Well, I tried to. My body kept quivering and jerking involuntarily. It felt nice. I told him so.

“I know it does. Tell me, what are you thinking now? Do you remember why you’re here?”

I closed my eyes, wondering what it was he was asking of me. “I’m here to obey, Doctor Santiago. I’m not sure what you mean, otherwise.”

“Tell me, then, what do you remember before waking up?” He rolled onto the table between my legs and aligned his erect penis against my labia, and began to ease himself in. This, too, felt nice. I made sure to tell him so before answering.

“I remember some pretty lights. They were pulsing in a definable mathematical pattern, which first represented a simple increase in integer value in base 2, then it changed and started following a pattern that may have been--”

He put his finger to my lips. I smiled and let him interrupt. “I mean before that.”

I shook my head, confused. There was nothing before the lights. “Do you mean to ask me about my historical knowledge? I’m versed in the lifetime works of many well-regarded historical figures, including--”

“No, no,” he grunted. I quieted myself and smiled. His lips curled as his hips thrusted, grinding his manhood against my g-spot. “Just… Just stay quiet for a moment.”

I obeyed and relaxed as best as I could, but my body continued to respond more and more to the incessant stimulation inside me. I found my hips rocking by themselves and I failed to stifle a moan. Embarrassed, I bit my lip for a moment, and apologized. “I’m sorry, Doctor Santiago. I’ll try to be quieter.”

He shook his head and wraps his hands around my throat gently, using it as leverage to draw his length in and out of me. I had to admit, the process of coitus was pleasurable, and I enjoyed submitting to him. We rubbed against each other for a while, until he let out a sign and stopped moving. I could feel him throbbing inside me as he emptied his seed into my body. It felt nice. Eventually, though, he pulled out of me and slipped off of the reclined chair, then sat down on the padded chair next to my own resting place. He smiled at me. I liked it when he smiled.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Santiago. I’ll be quieter for you next time.”

He just shook his head, still smiling, then he picked up an optical disc and handed it to me. “Tell me, does this name mean anything to you?”

I took the disc and saw only one name. “Ted. Usually short for Theodore.”

He nodded. “Good. It looks like you can read just fine. Does the name mean anything to you?”

“No, Doctor Santiago. Should it mean anything to me?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “it shouldn’t.” He brought one of his paws to his chin and gazed at the disc. “Tell you what, Carol. Could you take this down to the break room and microwave it for me?”

I nodded. “I can, if you wish, Doctor Santiago.” I thought through the process and tried to predict what the outcome might be. “Though, I would like to make certain that you are aware that subjecting an optical disc such as this to intense EM radiation in an electromagnetic wave generation chamber will permanently--”

“I’m aware of the consequences.” Doctor Santiago had interrupted me again. I closed my mouth and smiled at him. Of course he’d know. I’d been stupid for even mentioning it. “I’d like you to do it anyway,” he continued.

“Yes, Doctor Santiago.” I held the disc beneath my bare breasts. “Where is the break room?”

“Second floor.” He stood and picked up his discarded lab coat, fished around in the pockets, and withdrew a card that read ‘guest’ on it. “Take this pass and try to make your way down there on your own, microwave it, and then make your way back. Don’t forget to throw the disc in the trash when you’re done.”

“Yes, Doctor Santiago.” I swung my legs over the side of the chair and stood carefully, getting used to putting weight on my paws. I felt his semen dripping down between my thighs. “Second floor. Do you have any more specific directions than this?”

“No, I’m certain you’ll be able to find it with that information alone.” He handed the information disc towards me and I grasped it, then I took the badge and hung it around my neck.

I stepped out of the room with the disc held carefully in both paws and I glanced around, looking for a way down, then spotted an elevator. I approached it.

I found no buttons, but I did find a black piece of plastic with a pictogram resembling my card. It was a white rectangle with a solid stripe on it. I took my card, aligned it with the slot, and tried pressing it in. Nothing happened. I tried swiping it down through the slot, and then a green light turned on. I rejoiced internally as I stepped inside, then I looked around for what to do next.

On the wall behind me, I found several buttons, and another card swipe unit. Most of the numbers were darkened, and four were lit up. Most of the numbers were included on small buttons and were arranged in a three by four grid, with digis zero through nine arranged in descending order, with a number sign and asterisk thrown in for some reason, and then there were four other dim buttons labeled B1, B2, B3, and B4. The four lit buttons, however, were just numbered 1, 2, 3, and 4. I pressed the button next to the number 2. The doors closed, and I felt gravity’s pull weaken around me.

A short while later, I heard a ding sound, and the elevator doors open. I gawked for a moment before I realized that the room must have descended, taking me to a lower place in the building, like some kind of lifting-lowering room.

I stepped back out of the room and looked around, then spotted a few words painted onto a nearby wall. I was overjoyed to see the that “Break Room” was painted among them, and there were arrows indicating which way I needed to go. I followed the arrows. Other furs stared at my body as I walked past. Perhaps they were wondering why I was not dressed as they were, but I did not stop to ask, as my my task was clearly stated already by Doctor Santiago.

I followed signs on the walls pointing to the break room, finally coming across a door with those words embossed beside it. I stepped inside.

Heads turned to face me as I glanced around, gazing past everyone else as I located the high-intensity electromagnetic bombardment chambers. I approached and popped one open, then slid the disc inside. A paw grasped my butt. I turned to face a calico girl.

“Hey, beautiful, you’re a bit underdressed.”

I shook free of her grasp. “I’m sorry. I’m under orders from Doctor Santiago, and you’re distracting me.” The feline immediately withdrew her hold on me as soon as I mentioned his name. “I’ll be happy to chat with you once I’m free.”

“No, no, my apologies. Please don’t let me distract you again.” The feline backed away and I noticed her pants bulging out in front. What’s this, I wondered.

I shook myself free from my stray thoughts and turned back to the … microwave. Once the door to the unit was closed, reached toward the timing controls, and hesitated. The duration of bombardment was not specified, but perhaps my reason for bringing this disc here really was merely to destroy the data on it. Doctor Santiago certainly did seem unconcerned with my prior warning.

I keyed in the numbers 6 and 0 and pressed the start button. A light came on in the device and the carousel began to rate, and then arcs of plasma spread out across the surface of the disc as the data on it was completely shredded. I smelled burning plastic. It was actually rather pretty. I smiled and watched through the window.

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