Maria’s Agreement
By Smirkyguy

It was sometime around evening in Doc's lab. He was settling into bed to do some gaming, when the door chime sounded. "Come in..." He groaned for a moment, anticipating a private medical meeting with the unknown furson, but was surprised to see Maria enter, with no noticeable impairment. "How can I help you Maria?" he asked with care.

She hesitated, before responding. "Doctor... no... Justin. I wanted to tell you..." A pause. "I wanted to ask if... we could begin... a relationship... together."

Doc had not anticipated this topic but he was quick to reply. "Well... I would be foolish to deny that I have feelings for you as well... Though, I fear the restrictions that such a relationship would involve."

Maria quickly shot back. "I'm willing to let you continue your... polyamorous activities. I know you could never settle for one mate, and I don't expect that to change anytime soon."

Doc raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Maria climbed up onto the doctor's bed to be closer. "I also don’t expect this to result in marriage, we are incapable of having pups, after all."

Doc spoke up. "This is a lot of trust you are putting in me."

"I'm not done," Maria interrupted him sternly.

Doc gladly shut up.

"I will also allow... nudity... when we are alone together. No sex yet; the third date rule still stands."

Doc nodded.

"Finally, I expect you to treat me with utmost respect and dignity, or I pull the plug on this agreement."

Doc sat silently for a moment, to ensure she had finished. "...I gladly accept. With one condition of my own-"

Before he could finish, Maria pressed her paw on his maw. "Yes, the relationship will include... throat sex..." She blushed as she heard the words come from her mouth. Doc couldn't help but smile, he was speechless. Maria smiled in return.

Doc broke the silence. "Shall our first date be the classic dinner and a movie?"
Maria replied, "Dinner in my quarters, and we can watch a romcom in one of the movie theater booths upstairs. Arrive tomorrow at six."

"Okay..." Doc couldn't help but wonder... "So umm... why the sudden change of ideals?" he asked.

She replied. "I really should've died on that hospital bed. Died alone and a virgin, no less... I want to change that with my second chance at life. And you... you are the only one I can think of who has ever shown true selfless care towards me. You never once asked for any compensation for saving my life; even went above and beyond and made me that spider bot so I could walk around and interact. Worked tirelessly to make me whole again with organic clones. And then you hired me to maintain digital security at... what I can only describe to be a ridiculously inflated salary. You have shown me nothing but kindness. I think it's time I return the favor."

Doc could only reply with "Thank you, Maria."

She replied with a silent kiss.


*21 hours later*

Doc walked over to Maria's quarters, hoping his appearance was acceptable. He combed his forehead tuft one more time. He was still dressed in his standard lab attire, but with the addition of a black bowtie. He was still bottomless under the lab coat as well, as he did not own any pants in any form. He felt overly restricted by them, as his twin tails never fit into the tail slot properly, and his feral ankles made slipping them on and off a struggle.

He pressed the doorbell on the touchscreen next to the door. 

"Justin? Oh! Hold on just a second!"

Doc waited patiently as Maria did whatever it was she was doing.

The door slid open. Maria looked up from the couch as he entered, and couldn't help but giggle at his attempt at date-wear. She noticed the box he was holding... "Peanut brittle! You remembered!"

"How could I forget? You eat a chip almost every time I see you in the cafeteria."

Maria gave him a look... Doc set the box down on her coffee table.

"Come, sit with me." Maria beckoned, patting the couch cushion. Doc carefully sat down. Maria noticed his tension and smiled. "You can relax, Justin. Consider this a casual date."

Her yellow blouse and purple pleated skirt seemed to agree with this casual theme, and he visibly felt relieved. "I... do not do formal very well." 

"I know, and I don't expect it." Maria hesitated, then bit her lip... "Could I... get confirmation of a rumor that I've heard about you?"

"I'll answer any question you have," Doc replied confidently.

"Is it true that... that you're small enough for a feral... down there?"

Doc answered with a nod.

Maria smiled and blushed a deep red. "Good..."

"So... dinner and a movie?" Doc asked. He was quite hungry.

Maria went wide eyed. "Oh my gosh I forgot to text Chef!" Maria scrambled for her cellphone, hastily messaged Chef, and hit send. She blushed in embarrassment.

"No worries." Doc smiled. "Gives us time to... get acquainted with each other?"

"You see me naked almost every time I come to appointments," Maria stated plainly.

"Yes, but I never allowed myself to think of sex during those appointments... It's always 'professional medical doctor' thoughts."

"Well, now I'll allow it. In fact..." Maria lifted her skirt. She was wearing... nothing. 4 feral nipples and a small slit teased Doc's eyes. "Even if I think of it as little more than a prosthetic, I assume you still have an attraction towards my cloned body?"

"Yes... it is quite beautiful to look at." Doc fumbled with the row of buttons fastening his lab coat. He finally got enough of an opening to show Maria his own member. A stiff pink rocket was pointed towards the ceiling, no more than three inches in length. Maria couldn't help but stare in awe. "I think it would still be big for a feral otter. What do you think?" Doc asked.

"I think it's perfect." She stated in absolute adoration.

"So, umm... Am I allowed to see-" Doc began to ask, but the door chimed.

Maria quickly brushed her skirt back down, and whispered, "after dinner."

Doc buttoned up as well, and announced, "Come in, Chef!"

Chef Florentine, master of good eats, stepped inside pushing a cart with their entire night's dinner packed onboard. He set two empty plates on the coffee table, along with silverware and a dome covered platter. Chef lifted the dome, revealing a massive, beautifully arranged row of salmon filets, on a bed of veggies and herbs. "Apple orchard harvested honey for Miss Rose, and imported Korean barbecue soy sauce for Mister Foxworth," Chef professionally stated as he set down two sauce bottles. "And, a bottle of my favorite California red wine, still unopened." The bottle was skillfully popped open, and poured into two wine glasses, one of them designed specifically for smaller fursons. "Bon appetit."

"Thank you Chef, excellent work as always." Doc said.

Chef just smiled and silently bowed. He left quickly, presumably because the kitchen was unmanned while he was away.

"Seems Chef does fine dining just as well as he does fast food," Maria commented at the lavish looking meal.

Doc was already preparing both of their plates with everything available to eat.

***

It was a stunningly delicious dinner for both otter and fox, but eventually both had their fill of fish and wine. They both looked at each other warmly.

"So... I've seen under your skirt... but you know there's a part I like a bit... more..." Doc nervously asked.

"Yes, you may take my head off now. No touching yet, just looking, and I expect to be put back together before we go upstairs."

Doc slowly and gently gripped the sides of Maria's small noggin, and lifted. Skin, flesh, and bone separated along a weakened plane, and her otter body fell backwards limply.

"I think I might finally be getting used to the sensation of being just a head. Maybe Anabelle isn't so crazy after all..."

"I... actually like the thought of carrying your head around with me during the day. Maybe someday?" Doc asked, then noticed Maria was looking down at her inactive clone.

"Maybe sooner than later, if you can respect me, and don't treat me like a paperweight." 

"There will be constant dialogue, at least. It would be nice to have someone to chat with during work hours."
Doc turned Maria to be face to face with her, while still getting a good view of her moist, pink neck meat. It glistened under the overhead lights, and a droplet of saliva was running down from her esophagus, causing small muscular twitches as it flowed across the cleaved surface of her neck. Four polished silver bumps formed dams that blocked off her primary neck vessels, and let not a single drop of crimson spill forth. Numerous smaller nanite dams were too small to see, except for the sparkle they produced as they reflected light at random angles. White lines of fascia separated each muscle group from rubbing together. Higher up, a small turbine motor implant let her talk without any lungs to push air. Lower down, a star shaped bone was cut cleanly, revealing calcium interlaced with marrow in a sponge-like lattice. And there, in a central protective tunnel, the source of so many months of grief and struggle, was a spindly looking bundle of nerves, atrophied to almost nonexistence. It was a far cry from its intended appearance. Once a soft yellow bundle of nerves, it was now shriveled, white, stiff, and could never be expected to carry on its original job.

Doc had been silently staring for a good minute, but he caught himself drooling. "Sorry, sorry..." He grabbed a napkin.

"No, you're fine Justin. I'm actually happy that you think I'm sexy like this.”

"Really? How so?" Doc was actually confused by Maria's statement.

"Well, I don't really feel like the cloned body is... mine. But my neck..." 

Doc connected the dots mentally. "You identify more with your head and neck than with your... everything else?"

"Exactly. In fact, I believe I would be alright with you undressing that body right now, and doing whatever you pleased with it." She gave him a look of unmistakable seduction.

"And the movie...?" Doc asked, and Maria answered.

"Forget the movie, it was awful according to reviews." 

"I think I like this new Maria." Doc grinned.

"Hush. This is only for you, my hero. Don't tell anyone, I'll deny everything."

Doc smiled, and reached down towards the clone. With one hand, he slid the purple pleated skirt down, past her stubby otter legs, along her finely furred tail. Once it was free, he set it neatly on the couch armrest. Then he moved to the yellow blouse, carefully removing it so he didn't tear any stitches. It joined the skirt on the armrest. Oddly, Doc's next action was to pull out his cellphone.

"Hey, no pictures!" Maria pouted.

"I'm not taking pictures. I'm connecting it to your nanites." He set Maria's head on the armrest, and tapped on the screen with both thumbs.

"No dancing otter clones, either." She sternly barked.

"Nothing like that, I'm just implementing an AI package to emulate the autonomic nervous system." As soon as he pressed enter, the clone started breathing softly.

"I didn't know you could do that..." Maria pondered, and smirked. "Put it in heat."

"Excellent idea, actually." Doc responded, and added additional instructions. Maria watched as her pussy flushed red and began to slowly swell and seep fluid. The engorged slit twitched reflexively in a rhythmic manner.

Doc touched a fingertip to the fluid and tasted it. Fishy, with a hint of salt. He liked it.

"Go ahead. I won't say no." Maria assured him.

"You don't want me to reattach you first?" Again, Doc was puzzled.

"I said no sex until the third date. That's for both of us," she explained.

"...But the clones are free play?" He ventured an assumption.

"Correct. Do whatever you like, as long as I can still use it afterward."

Doc smiled, nodded confidently, and picked up the cloned otter body. He took a sniff of her wet lips, and brought forth his flat canine tongue. Into the folds he dove, scooping out savory honey with every lick.

Maria couldn't help but blush at the view. A damp spot began to form on Doc's lab coat.

But strangely, he stopped there. Now Maria was the one confused.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"I absolutely love it, and could keep going forever... but, it doesn't feel right if I'm the only one getting pleasure here."

"Aww, such a gentleman..." Maria said lovingly. "You're right, our first moment should be a shared sensation."

Doc calmly went ahead and canceled the nanite instructions on his phone. He was willing to wait. "Is it too late for that movie?" he asked, and Maria answered.

"We still have plenty of time."

"Good, but! I pick the movie."

Maria looked embarrassed. "Fine... You can pick the movie..."

They took the time to fully reassemble an otter. Maria took the first opportunity she could to hug Doc. He picked her up and shared the hug.

***

Once Maria was properly dressed and cleaned up, Doc carried his date out into the hallway, upstairs, and into the movie theater. The room was a collection of several small, private theaters, with a self-serve snack bar along the north wall. It came complete with soda dispensers and three user-friendly popcorn machines. Doc immediately went to start up enough popcorn to fill a large bucket.

"Do you see any Sno Caps?" Maria asked from the floor. Doc diligently handed down a box. 

Maria squee'd in glee and hugged it.

"Soda flavors?" Doc asked, as the popcorn began heating up.

"Can we go for something citrus?" Maria looked up at the selection.

"Sprite?" He asked.

"Perfect!" The otterette replied, as the popcorn began its unmistakable popping sound. Maria moved over so she could smell it better.

Along came... Andre. She took one look at the two, and scoffed. The naked wolf grabbed a handful of candy boxes.

"Shouldn't you be fixing pipes?" Doc asked.

Andre immediately snarled in response. "Shouldn't you be fucking a neck!?"

Doc and Maria gave her some space. The wolfess soon stormed off to one of the booths.

Meanwhile, fresh hot popcorn began overflowing from the cooker. Doc quickly scooped it into one of the reusable popcorn buckets, and squirted on some hot butter.

"Extra butter, please. Make it special." Maria begged.

Doc chuckled, and pressed the plunger five more times. "Sophia, load up... hmm... There was a movie from the 90's... A dracula remake... Romantic horror... It was absolutely incredible to watch.

Sophia quickly ran a database search... "...Bram Stoker's Dracula, 1992?" 

"That's it! Load it up in booth four."

"It should be ready by the time you arrive." Sophia acknowledged.

"A romantic horror? This better be good..." Maria waddled down to the booth, still clutching the box of candy. Doc followed slowly behind with an extra large sprite and popcorn. On entering the booth, Doc sat down in one of the recliners first. He patted his lab coat for Maria, and she happily climbed up to sit in his lap.

"Ready?" Sophia asked, and Doc replied. "Go ahead, play it."

***

There were scary moments, and there were heartwarming moments. The pair’s focus was drawn to the movie so deeply, they barely made it halfway through the popcorn. As the credits rolled, they wished it wasn't over.

"That was far better than my movie, no question." Maria commented first.

"Was just as good as I remember, though it was a bit blurry."

Maria looked up at Doc sternly.

"Not saying that it affected my enjoyment, just that maybe it can be remastered someday."

Maria hesitated, but smiled. "I suppose you're used to cutting edge tech. Understandable."

"Shall I carry you to your room?" Doc offered.

"That would be nice. Oh, and bring the popcorn too, it's still good. Feels bad to throw it out."

Doc got an armful of otter and bucket, and headed downstairs. The hall lights had been dimmed for the night. They arrived shortly. Doc couldn't help but feel sleepy...

Maria beamed quietly. "Today was a great first date. I'm looking forward to date two."

"I loved our time together as well, but I'm about ready to pass out..." He set down both bucket and otter on the floor in front of her quarters.

"Have a good sleep Justin. I...  I hope you dream of me." She kissed his furry leg, and carried the bucket through the door.

Doc barely got to his own room before falling flat on his face on the bed sheets. "Four hours... no coffee..." He moaned through the bed. He had just enough energy to get his clothes off before passing out.

"Worth it to spend as much time as possible with Maria..." were his final wakeful thoughts.


To be continued?