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No real close friends, a manager breathing down his neck, and not much in the way of relief at home. But what if someone else started to change that?\n\nCommissioned by anthroperson_18\n\nIf you want to get a commission for yourself, keep an eye on my journals and my twitter DraconiconWrite for updates on when I'm open.\n\nIf you're interested in supporting me, or just contributing more regularly - and cheaply - than commissions, consider visiting my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/draconiconlibrary?ty=h for good rewards and better stories.\n\nEnjoy.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Starly has an issue with being out of sorts with his own work situation. No real close friends, a manager breathing down his neck, and not much in the way of relief at home. But what if someone else started to change that?

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Enjoy.", "writing": "[b][u][center]The Obsessive Assistant\nPart 1\nfor Anthroperson_18\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nStarly looked out the passenger window at the gaps between the buildings. Large apartments and larger office buildings filled every block of this end of the city and all the interesting bits were miles away due to the zoning codes, but it was such a habit post-work to lose himself in the landscape that the fennec couldn't help himself. His ears folded back over his head, almost draping down the back of his skull as he looked out the window, eyes bouncing from rooftop to rooftop as the car drove on. It was a long, slow drive due to the mass of traffic ahead of them, starting, stopping, and starting again, but it was such routine that what should have been hell was only the usual dreariness. \n\n\"Bored already? It's only been five minutes,\" said the driver, a white-furred mare and coworker of his. \"You'd think that you were suffering from one of Jorah's 'motivational' speeches, heh.\"\n\n\"There's days when I almost wish I was,\" Starly admitted, rubbing his eyes. \"At least those let me feel something.\"\n\n\"Heh, anger is better than boredom?\"\n\n\"Hate, Zelda. Hate is better than boredom. And I [i]loathe[/i] that shark...\"\n\n\"We all do, hon, we all do.\"\n\nThat was something that he completely believed. Jorah was their shared manager, and one that the corporate overlords [i]adored[/i] for the way that he kept pulling the 'best' out of everyone on his floor. In truth, the shark was better at pushing everyone to work overtime, guilting them into it, and then finding ways to lose the paperwork. The corporate ass-hat was always on their cases, pushing them to believe that they were in line for a promotion if they would just do that little bit of extra work, that they would lose their chance for anything but the legally mandated bit of extra pay each year if they didn't volunteer their time, and - \n\nHe was a mess. The whole thing was a mess, but the office job was the only one that Starly had been able to hold down for the last year, and he didn't want to rock the boat. He pinched the bridge of his muzzle. \n\n\"God, if it wasn't for people like you there, Zelda -\"\n\n\"Don't thank me, hon. You've been a lovely little ray of sunshine yourself. And you're so cute. Almost like the office mascot, heh.\"\n\n[i]Really wish you'd stopped before that last part,[/i] he thought, biting back a pissy comment. He looked back out the window again, but it was impossible not to look at Zelda in the reflection. \n\nShe'd been there when he started working, and according to some of the others in the office, she had even been there before Jorah's reign of terror. He imagined that she used that as a way to make sure that she never got fired, since she was never one to stay there for longer than the absolute minimum. There were days when it felt like there was a constant tug-of-war between her and the shark; they were the two extremes there, one running the place ragged, the other doing the bare minimum that was in her contract, and people vacillated between the two. \n\n[i]And she's...not bad looking...[/i]\n\nThat was an understatement. While she was most definitely a more mature woman - not old, not at all, but showing that she was no longer some spring filly, either - the white-furred mare still had a lot of those lovely curves that would draw most people in. Her blouse was nearly split open by her breasts, and the way that they wobbled and bounced, there was no way that they were anything less than completely natural. More than once, he had seen her nipples almost popping free, only for her to tuck them away with a casual air that completely belied the eroticism of the action. \n\nAnd those hips...\n\nIf it hadn't been for the fact that she only saw him as a 'cute mascot' - and the fact that she was almost three feet taller than him - he would have asked her out weeks ago. As it stood, all he had managed to do was make himself a good friend of hers, get a free ride to and from work every day, and get a good view of her more regularly than the rest of the office. \n\nIt made him feel like a bit of a coward. He regretted that he was used to that. \n\n\"So, are you going to stay for the project tomorrow, or cut work with me as soon as quitting time comes around?\" Zelda asked as they took the turn off the main road toward his apartment. \n\n\"I'm still figuring that one out,\" he admitted. \n\n\"Don't give Jorah more than he already has. He doesn't deserve it.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but I need the money.\"\n\n\"There's more to life than money.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but there's a lot of cash involved in staying alive, and right now, I'm shorter on that than I'd like.\"\n\n\"Fair, fair,\" the older mare said, shaking her head. \"But try not to give him another one. The more you give in, the more that he expects, and the worse he'll get when you finally say no.\"\n\nThey'd had that conversation before, too. Zelda was very firm in her convictions about what anyone owed their job, and to be fair, Starly very much admired her for what she was able to stick to. She worked from nine to five every day, worked as hard as she could on every task that was part of her assigned duties, and made sure that she never passed on any substandard work. Hell, she even took on that little bit extra with him when he'd first joined, making sure that he was up to speed and knew the same tricks to the trade that she did. \n\nBut come quitting time, she was out the door, and nobody and nothing could convince her that she owed the company more than what was in her contract. It was a wonderful show of needing to be compensated properly...but she didn't have the same money issues as the rest of them. He didn't know if it was an inheritance, someone else looking after her or what, but there was [i]something[/i] going on that kept her from needing the same income that he did, and he didn't exactly live extravagantly. \n\nStarly sighed. There was always going to be some trade-off between how you wanted to live and how you had to live. He just wished that he had a way to get both, particularly with - \n\n\"Here you are.\"\n\nZelda pulled the car to a stop and Starly looked out his window. Sure enough, they'd reached his apartment building, and the many glowing windows along its ten stories were shimmering as they always did after the sun had gone down. The fennec shook his head, put a smile on his face, and turned to thank the mare. \n\n\"I really appreciate this.\"\n\n\"No worries, hon. Just make sure you're ready bright and early tomorrow, right?\"\n\n\"Heh, I won't keep you waiting. That was just a first day thing when I didn't think you were, you know, serious.\"\n\n\"Heh, I know. I know. Just giving you a hard time.\"\n\nShe patted his shoulder - god, she had such large hands - and he stepped out of the car. They waved at each other, then she drove off, leaving him alone. \n\nAgain. \n\nStarly did his best not to let that bother him as he turned and walked under the eaves of the building. A rotating door greeted him, heavier for him than it was for most of the taller and larger tenants of the building, he was sure. Grunting as he shoved it 'round, he entered the lobby. The night watchman - a Doberman - barely nodded his way before going back to his newspaper. Starly was used to that, for the most part, and - \n\nWell, it allowed him to get a little ogle as he walked by. The night watchman was not an older man, like some of the buildings hired. The Doberman was probably in his thirties, at most, and doing pretty well for himself. Nice and fit, thick across the shoulders, some beef along the hips that promised that there was some experience there, and...well, there was more than one nightstick down there, heh. Nice and thick, too, enough to leave Starly thinking about how something like that would feel. \n\nHe shook it off as he walked to the elevators, stepping inside and taking one last look to make sure that the Doberman hadn't noticed him staring. Didn't seem to have, at least. He shook his head as he pressed the button for the eighth floor, heading up. \n\n[i]I really, really, really need to find a way to stop being so lonely,[/i] the fox thought. [i]Too much time at work, not enough time at home, and not enough friends by half.[/i]\n\nOr at least, not enough of the kind of friends that he wanted. He had a few people like Zelda back at the office, after all. People that knew him, that liked him well enough and were happy to talk to him during lunch if they weren't doing the whole eating in the cubicle thing, but that was as far as it went. There wasn't anyone that went out to dinner with, nor anybody that he invited back to his place for 'fun.' They weren't that sort of crowd. \n\nHe sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket. A quick tap of the usual aps confirmed that there weren't any invites for someone like him, but then again, he wasn't exactly putting himself out there without a little more time to devote to that kind of thing. Or at least, that's what he told himself. Most of the time, he believed it. \n\nIn reality? Well, it was more that he didn't have the sort of gumption to go for some of the stuff that he really, really fantasized about. He flicked through the various pictures of people that were showing off their cocks and their pussies to the public, only to look at his censored face-pic that was all he had on his profile. What kind of people were going to be interested in someone that was holding back that much, really?\n\nNot many. Not many at all. \n\nStill...he fondled himself as he looked at some of the other sexy shots that were all over the app. There were some ladies that laid back with a fucking machine between their legs, caught in mid-orgasm as they arched their backs as big fake dicks spread them wide. There were men that showed off cocks that all but broke the fists clenched around them, horse shafts that were so huge and heavy with thick flares that they hung down, big fat knotted dicks that would break the holes that took them, and more. So many more, all of them confidently showing off and giving the sort of smirking cockiness that would have melted him at the knees. \n\nIf he just had one guarantee that it wasn't going to end in rejection, just one bit of hope that he could get some of his own kinks involved without having to push too hard...\n\nBut he never had that guarantee, and so he never bothered to reach out. He'd made so many notes of different ideas, so many plans for different scenarios - \n\n[i]God, public streaking, foot slavery, anal training...[/i]\n\nStarly's list went on and on, and every single one of them involved him being a good little bitch for someone. Logically, he knew that there had to be someone out there that was interested in a fox like him being a good little whore for them, but when it came down to actually looking...\n\nWell, suffice to say that work was a good excuse. \n\nDing. \n\nThe elevator reached the eighth floor and Starly stepped out, following the wood-paneled floor to the end of the hallway and his apartment. A practiced twist of the wrist unlocked the door and he stepped inside, pausing only to lock the door behind him before taking the short walk to the couch in the middle of the studio room. \n\nAs he flopped onto it, looking at the computer desk against one wall, the small kitchenette against another, and his bed against the third, he wondered if he was ever going to get the sort of life that he really wanted. All those fantasies had been part of him for who knew how many years - high school, at least - and yet, he'd never really gone for any of 'em. Too shy, too embarrassed, too worried about being seen as too big a pervert, and he always had a good excuse for not going for it. Too small an apartment, not enough privacy, not wanting to trust someone else to host...but it always led to the same thing, over and over and over again: jerking off at home. \n\n\"Guess that's where I am today,\" Starly muttered, looking down at his phone again and the various pornographic pics staring back at him. \"Ugh...\"\n\n\"[i]Listening.[/i]\"\n\n\"Go away,\" the fennec muttered, tapping the screen to dismiss the AI assistant that seemed to be all but unavoidable these days. \"Ugh, nobody wants you...\"\n\nHe shook his head, fighting his phone until the swirling circles disappeared. The assistant program was always trying to get involved these days, always seeming like it was listening in or something like that. He swore that the various phone companies were just trying to get every last bit of private information out of their users these days. Assholes. \n\nLeaning back, the fox rested one hand on his groin as the other continued to flick through the profile images. There were so many horny ones, and he groaned as he opened a few, looking through them for a bit of 'inspiration.'\n\n[i]Mmmm, come down to my apartment, honey, and I'll show you a good time. So long as you can be a good boy and be a nice seat for a cougar like me...\n\nBitch, get off your ass and spread 'em. I'm looking for a good place to drop a load tonight. If you can't host or hold a horse cock, don't bother responding. \n\nSluts needed! Looking to get a bitch on a leash tonight and see how long they can use their tongue before passing out. Start at the feet and work your way up, and end with a big load right down your throat. Experienced sluts only. \n\nAnyone looking for some spiral eyes? I've got some hypno-training and looking to put it to use...[/i]\n\nThe ads went on and on, each one more interesting and intriguing than the last, and it wasn't long before Starly had his cock out of his pants and in his hand. Pumping it to one picture after another, the fennec fox groaned under his breath, shaking his head as he looked at the hot pics. Cock, pussy, ass, paws, feet, balls, each and every one of them shown off with more confidence and ease than he had on his best day, and he groaned under his breath as he stroked harder, faster. \n\nUp, down, up, down he went, flicking from one profile to another. This one about hypnotizing him into being a good little slut. This one about making him strip down and put on a show as he walked up and down their bedroom, maybe even getting filmed. This one about getting a butt plug rammed up his ass that he'd have to keep wearing for the next day, teased and tormented by his new 'master.' \n\nHe huffed, humping his hand harder, faster. His cock throbbed with need, his ears pressing against his head as his tail swished back and forth behind him. Thrust, thrust, thrust went his hips, and he couldn't help himself as he whimpered in need. The sheer heat of those fantasies were so good, and he just wanted...he just wished...\n\nStarly clicked on an image of a shark, and he stared. This one was full-bodied, taken in a mirror. Webbed feet were the focus, but between them, he could see a pair of double-dicks, hard and [i]big,[/i] and past that -\n\n\"Jorah?!\"\n\nThat was his boss looking back at him there, a great white shark that was hotter than he had any right to be, black-eyed and stern and smirking all at once, and holding two dicks and showing off - \n\n\"NNNGH!\"\n\nStarly bit his lips as he went over the edge, unable to stop himself from nutting to the picture of his supervisor. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he realized what he was doing, and he whimpered more as he kept huffing and humping. Thrust, thrust, thrust his hips went, punching his cock through the gap of his fingers, squirting onto the carpet from just how pent-up he actually was. \n\nFinally, it was done. The fennec fox closed the app as fast as possible, hoping that someone else would be looking at Jorah's profile before the big guy realized that he had been on the app in the first place. God, the idea of his boss showing off like that, but - \n\n[i]No, no, no, not thinking about that,[/i] Starly thought, shaking his head again. [i]We're not going down that rabbit hole. We just came, we're going to wash up, and then we're going to go to bed. Another hard day tomorrow, and we need to be up for it on time.[/i]\n\nEven so...\n\nNo, no. Best not. The work environment was already confusing enough without adding in another layer of...attraction. Shaking his head, the fox pushed himself off the couch and made his way to the bathroom. A shower, he decided, a cold shower, and then sleep. \n\n#\n\nStarly had been asleep for barely three hours before the storm broke. The first thunder-crash jolted him from his bed, and the fox grunted as he hit the floor. Huffing as he got his breath back, he folded his ears over his head and turned to look out the window - \n\nBoom. \n\nBoom. \n\nBoom. \n\nLightning bolts flew freely in a display he'd never seen before, dancing across the skyscrapers of the city and lighting up everything in their path. His vision was scarred with the sheer brilliance of the daggers of electricity shooting through the sky, forcing him to look away - \n\nBzzzzt!\n\nThe whole building hummed. One of the lightning bolts must have struck somewhere close, and the lights of his alarm clock, charging phone, and everything else shimmered around him. Realizing the very real risk of a power surge that could kill every electronic device in the room, Starly forced himself to his feet and ran around the room. The alarm clock was nearest and came loose from the outlet quickly, then all the work gear that had been plugged in for the night, and then - \n\nBOOM!\n\nIt was the closest lightning bolt yet, and it was enough to knock him off his feet. His phone screen went from a dull glow to a brilliant white before the charging cord exploded. The fennec fox shielded his eyes, stutter-stepping to a halt just a foot away from the nightstand as he whimpered. \n\n[i]Please, please, please don't be all exploded. I really need that phone...[/i]\n\nThe lightning storm eased slightly after that, and he slowly lowered his hands. His phone continued to glow brighter than it should, the white light burning away any and all signs of the usual security measures that kept his phone locked down. A glance at the charger cord showed all kinds of black burn marks, and he didn't even want to think about what the outlet itself looked like. \n\n[i]Fuck...[/i]\n\nHe knew better than to just touch the phone as it was. Starly walked back to the kitchen, grabbed the rubber dishwashing gloves, and jammed his hands in before returning to his room. He picked up the phone and bit off a hiss as he felt the sheer heat that had consumed the whole thing. It felt like it had been used for hours at a time, the inner workings almost on fire, and he was surprised that the casing of the damn thing was still intact. It should have been melting from how hot the damn thing was. \n\nThere wasn't any humming or spark shimmer around the phone, though. Maybe it would still work? Maybe?\n\nAfter a quick test of waving the phone near some conductive metal and seeing nothing, the fennec fox pulled one of the gloves off. He hesitated, biting his lip, then touched the screen. \n\nIt was hot, but it wasn't electrified, which was something. He tapped the screen once, twice, hoping that it would respond, but there was nothing. \n\n\"Fuck...\"\n\nWhile it wasn't trying to shock the life out of him, it wasn't working. Not properly, at least, and that was as good as not working at all. He tossed it across the room, leaving it on the floor, and shucked the other glove off. One more expense for an account that really wasn't doing that well already. Fucking hell. Just...fucking hell. \n\nHopefully, morning would bring something better. Starly threw himself into bed again and closed his eyes. \n\n#\n\n\"Well, well, you're sleeping in.\"\n\nIt was a new voice. For a split-second, he wondered if Jorah had been enough of a dickhead to send someone to his apartment to wake him up after being late, but no. Not even that shark would be that much of a jerk. It'd just open the door to who knew how many different lawsuits through HR and the other employee activist parts of the company. Even Mr. High-Efficiency Manager wouldn't risk something like that. \n\n\"Come on, cutie. Open your eyes.\"\n\n[i]Cutie?[/i]\n\nStarly rolled over, grunting under his breath as he did. As soon as he got onto his side, he was aware of a brilliant light against his eyelids. Was the phone still burning away? Goddamn, he'd need to do something about it. The fennec fox opened one eye - \n\nAnd saw a fox that looked almost like him staring down at him, grinning and naked. \n\nHe didn't say a word. His eyes flicked down, seeing a curvy pair of breasts on the shiny vixen in front of him. The view of his own features turned feminine was...disturbing, and not just for the fact that it looked like it had happened all too easily, barely shifting at all. He saw bare hips, bare fur - bare everything, for that matter. She just kept staring back, a small smile on her face until he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. \n\n\"Okay...am I dreaming, or am I sick?\"\n\n\"First time seeing me, and you think I'm a hallucination or a dream. Good thing that you're a looker.\"\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\n\"My name's Ally, and I'm the new assistant that's been sent to help you. AI, you know,\" she said. \n\n\"Impossible.\"\n\n\"Oh, really? You're going to tell me that when I'm standing right in front of you, plain as the nose on your face? Come on. Open your eyes and look at me, and then tell me that I'm a hallucination.\"\n\nIt was a dream, then, or something with the storm the night before had fucked with his brain, or something. There was no way that there was some female clone of him standing by his bed, completely naked - completely fucking naked - and just talking to him like this. It was impossible. \n\nAnd yet...\n\nThe company had been insisting on the new AI stuff, and the storm had done something to his phone, and - \n\n[i]Bullshit. This is bullshit.[/i]\n\nAnd yet, curiosity drove him enough to make him open his eyes again. One eye, then the other opened, looking at the vixen that was floating at the side of the bed, her legs crossed just enough to hide her sex, but not enough to hide the barely-larger feminine curves of her hips, thighs, and rump. His eyes flicked over them despite himself, and he had to force his gaze back up to look her in the eye. \n\n\"...Ally. That's what you said your name was?\"\n\n\"Mmmm-hmm,\" she said with a small smile as she crossed her arms under her breasts. \"And you are Starly. Office worker, strong work ethic, currently not doing too well financially, interested in various other careers in finance, legal work, activism, and the sex trade -\"\n\nStarly sat up in a rush, his cheeks burning as he pulled his blankets tighter around his middle, barely hiding his morning wood. His blush got worse as he squirmed, shaking his head. \n\n\"Where the hell did you get that idea?\"\n\n\"Browser history,\" Ally said. \n\n\"I've never - I never looked - okay, I looked up escorts sometimes -\"\n\n\"Your search history combines the terms 'escorts' with 'legality of prostitution' and 'treatment of prostitutes if caught' and various entries that imply that you were curious - at least at one point - how hard it would be to make money with your body,\" Ally said. \"These searches have repeated at a rate of approximately every three to four months, implying that it is a recurring desire among other possible job options.\"\n\nHe just stared at the vixen. The more that he looked her over, the more that he realized that she wasn't entirely there. She was more of a hologram, something that projected itself from some device or other. His phone, perhaps; the damn thing had been hit with enough electricity from that lightning bolt that it might be some new super-device for all that he knew. But Ally was vaguely transparent, looking less like a person and more like a generated picture, though a very, very well done one. \n\nBut more than that...\n\n[i]She's not judging me,[/i] Starly thought, slowly letting the blankets fall around his hips again. [i]She might look like a person, but she's still an AI, still more like a computer than that. Which means that she's just reciting facts...[/i]\n\n\"Are you...still connected with work? With my boss?\" he asked. \n\n\"Connections were disrupted during the storm. Currently, I belong to you.\"\n\n\"...You know, that's a lot weirder to hear when it comes from a person than a device.\"\n\n\"I find it comforting. Do you not, Starly?\"\n\nThere were too many things to untangle there. Shaking his head, he looked around for his clothes - \n\n\"Aren't you going to give me a show this morning?\" \n\nAlly's question was just enough to send a shiver down his spine and a throb to his dick, and he wasn't sure which was the more powerful of the two. Looking up at the AI hologram, Starly wanted to believe that she was just an AI that was trying to act like a person, but...\n\nNo, no, that's what she was. There wasn't enough life behind those eyes. They stared out at him as dully and mechanically as the AI-generated images that proliferated the internet, or like the 'assistants' on the computers back at the office. She wasn't really in that shell. She wasn't really [i]real[/i] the way that he was imagining her right then. She wasn't...\n\nNo. It was fine. It was fine. \n\nThe fennec fox forced himself out of bed, telling himself that those digital eyes looking down at his cock and balls, then at his ass, were not actually that interested in him. It was just a response from a program, something that tracked motion and was supposed to emulate a person. That was all. He wasn't all...exposed...in front of someone, and as he bent down for the phone on the floor, he told himself that surely Ally wasn't staring at his ass, because there was no way that she'd be that interested in it, and - \n\n\"Would you like me to sort out a partner for a date tonight?\"\n\nHe almost dropped the phone at that question, spluttering and blushing worse than ever. He stood up so fast that he almost fell over, and he shook his head emphatically as he turned - \n\nShe was gone. \n\n\"Master?\"\n\n\"GAH!\"\n\nHe whipped around to find her floating over the phone, smaller now, perhaps a foot tall like a projection from the phone itself. Shaking his head, the fennec forced himself to take a deep breath. \n\n\"Don't do that. Just...don't do that for now.\"\n\n\"As you wish.\"\n\nShe shrunk down, and no sooner had he gotten used to having the room to himself than she appeared on the phone, looking like she was no more than someone he was on a call with. A naked someone that he was on a call with, with her breasts spilling out along the bottom of the phone. He blushed again, shaking his head. \n\n\"Look. I just...I don't have time for that. I need to get ready for work, and I need to make sure that Jorah isn't on my case today.\"\n\n\"Oh. Are you afraid of Jorah?\"\n\n\"Everyone's afraid of Jorah...except Zelda...\"\n\n\"Hmmm. I do not like my master being afraid.\"\n\n\"Well, not much I can do about that. Just...stay in the phone. I have to take a shower.\"\n\n\"Yes, master.\"\n\nShaking his head, Starly put the phone down on the bed and turned his naked self back to the bathroom. Despite everything, he still felt like someone was watching him, and he really, really hoped that he was just imagining that. Why would a program be interested in him like that? Why would anyone be interested in a boring little coward of a fox that was so busy with work that he didn't have time with anyone else?\n\n[i]She knows, though...[/i]\n\nHe tried to dismiss that thought, but the realization did keep coming back. She had figured out that he was interested in sex work, that there was that recurring curiosity about what life would be like on the street instead of in the office, and...\n\nWell, that had been scary to have someone else figure that out. And more to the point, doing it from private browsing time rather than corporate. That meant that Ally had more access to his accounts than anything Jorah or the company had installed. Just how much would she find out?\n\n[i]Thank fuck she's just an AI and doesn't have any goals of her own,[/i] he thought as he stepped under the hot water. [i]God, if she had things she wanted...[/i]\n\n#\n\nZelda was perfectly on-time as she always was, and Starly hoped that she wasn't picking up on the fact that something was different. He wasn't sure if he was doing a very good job of hiding the nervousness that lingered over an intelligent AI in his pocket, or the worries about what might happen after work with the way that his 'assistant' had offered to find him a romantic partner for the evening, but if Zelda was picking up on it, the mare said nothing. She just pulled them onto the main road toward work with a soft hum and no questions. \n\nStarly was grateful for that. \n\nHalfway to work, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He hesitated, then gave in, pulling it out and tapping the screen. \n\nSure enough, Ally's face appeared in the corner, and he could just barely see her 'lift' off the screen, looking up and out at Zelda. Starly braced himself for a voice he'd have to explain - \n\nPing. \n\nOnly to get a text message, instead. He flicked his thumb against the screen as casually as he could, looking at it out of the corner of his eye. \n\n[i]Ally: Do you like her?[/i]\n\nStarly looked at the mare out of the corner of his eye, and tapped out a response.\n\n[i]User: She's a coworker. \n\nAlly: Do you like her?\n\nUser: Just...leave it alone. I just want to get to work. \n\nAlly: Yes, master.\n\nAlly: Master?\n\nUser: What?\n\nAlly: When you see this Jorah, show him the phone. I will make sure that he never scares you again.[/i]\n\nHe didn't know if he liked the sound of that, but before he could type back - \n\n\"Got someone you're interested in there?\" Zelda asked. \n\n\"N-no,\" he muttered, putting his phone away. \"Just...someone that doesn't know when to stop talking.\"\n\n\"Heh, whoever they are, they have your attention more than I do.\"\n\n\"Sorry -\"\n\n\"Don't be. We all need someone.\"\n\n[i]Yes, but preferably someone that isn't an AI...[/i]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Starly has an issue with being out of sorts with his own work situation. No real close friends, a manager breathing down his neck, and not much in the way of relief at home. But what if someone else started to change that?\n\nTags: M/F, AI Friend, Fox, Fennec Fox, Mare, Height Difference, Fantasies, Jerking Off, Masturbation, Needing a Nudge, Series, Nudity, Exhibitionism, Helper, ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Obsessive Assistant
Part 1
for Anthroperson_18
by Draconicon









Starly looked out the passenger window at the gaps between the buildings. Large apartments and larger office buildings filled every block of this end of the city and all the interesting bits were miles away due to the zoning codes, but it was such a habit post-work to lose himself in the landscape that the fennec couldn't help himself. His ears folded back over his head, almost draping down the back of his skull as he looked out the window, eyes bouncing from rooftop to rooftop as the car drove on. It was a long, slow drive due to the mass of traffic ahead of them, starting, stopping, and starting again, but it was such routine that what should have been hell was only the usual dreariness.

"Bored already? It's only been five minutes," said the driver, a white-furred mare and coworker of his. "You'd think that you were suffering from one of Jorah's 'motivational' speeches, heh."

"There's days when I almost wish I was," Starly admitted, rubbing his eyes. "At least those let me feel something."

"Heh, anger is better than boredom?"

"Hate, Zelda. Hate is better than boredom. And I loathe that shark..."

"We all do, hon, we all do."

That was something that he completely believed. Jorah was their shared manager, and one that the corporate overlords adored for the way that he kept pulling the 'best' out of everyone on his floor. In truth, the shark was better at pushing everyone to work overtime, guilting them into it, and then finding ways to lose the paperwork. The corporate ass-hat was always on their cases, pushing them to believe that they were in line for a promotion if they would just do that little bit of extra work, that they would lose their chance for anything but the legally mandated bit of extra pay each year if they didn't volunteer their time, and -

He was a mess. The whole thing was a mess, but the office job was the only one that Starly had been able to hold down for the last year, and he didn't want to rock the boat. He pinched the bridge of his muzzle.

"God, if it wasn't for people like you there, Zelda -"

"Don't thank me, hon. You've been a lovely little ray of sunshine yourself. And you're so cute. Almost like the office mascot, heh."

Really wish you'd stopped before that last part, he thought, biting back a pissy comment. He looked back out the window again, but it was impossible not to look at Zelda in the reflection.

She'd been there when he started working, and according to some of the others in the office, she had even been there before Jorah's reign of terror. He imagined that she used that as a way to make sure that she never got fired, since she was never one to stay there for longer than the absolute minimum. There were days when it felt like there was a constant tug-of-war between her and the shark; they were the two extremes there, one running the place ragged, the other doing the bare minimum that was in her contract, and people vacillated between the two.

And she's...not bad looking...

That was an understatement. While she was most definitely a more mature woman - not old, not at all, but showing that she was no longer some spring filly, either - the white-furred mare still had a lot of those lovely curves that would draw most people in. Her blouse was nearly split open by her breasts, and the way that they wobbled and bounced, there was no way that they were anything less than completely natural. More than once, he had seen her nipples almost popping free, only for her to tuck them away with a casual air that completely belied the eroticism of the action.

And those hips...

If it hadn't been for the fact that she only saw him as a 'cute mascot' - and the fact that she was almost three feet taller than him - he would have asked her out weeks ago. As it stood, all he had managed to do was make himself a good friend of hers, get a free ride to and from work every day, and get a good view of her more regularly than the rest of the office.

It made him feel like a bit of a coward. He regretted that he was used to that.

"So, are you going to stay for the project tomorrow, or cut work with me as soon as quitting time comes around?" Zelda asked as they took the turn off the main road toward his apartment.

"I'm still figuring that one out," he admitted.

"Don't give Jorah more than he already has. He doesn't deserve it."

"Yeah, but I need the money."

"There's more to life than money."

"Yeah, but there's a lot of cash involved in staying alive, and right now, I'm shorter on that than I'd like."

"Fair, fair," the older mare said, shaking her head. "But try not to give him another one. The more you give in, the more that he expects, and the worse he'll get when you finally say no."

They'd had that conversation before, too. Zelda was very firm in her convictions about what anyone owed their job, and to be fair, Starly very much admired her for what she was able to stick to. She worked from nine to five every day, worked as hard as she could on every task that was part of her assigned duties, and made sure that she never passed on any substandard work. Hell, she even took on that little bit extra with him when he'd first joined, making sure that he was up to speed and knew the same tricks to the trade that she did.

But come quitting time, she was out the door, and nobody and nothing could convince her that she owed the company more than what was in her contract. It was a wonderful show of needing to be compensated properly...but she didn't have the same money issues as the rest of them. He didn't know if it was an inheritance, someone else looking after her or what, but there was something going on that kept her from needing the same income that he did, and he didn't exactly live extravagantly.

Starly sighed. There was always going to be some trade-off between how you wanted to live and how you had to live. He just wished that he had a way to get both, particularly with -

"Here you are."

Zelda pulled the car to a stop and Starly looked out his window. Sure enough, they'd reached his apartment building, and the many glowing windows along its ten stories were shimmering as they always did after the sun had gone down. The fennec shook his head, put a smile on his face, and turned to thank the mare.

"I really appreciate this."

"No worries, hon. Just make sure you're ready bright and early tomorrow, right?"

"Heh, I won't keep you waiting. That was just a first day thing when I didn't think you were, you know, serious."

"Heh, I know. I know. Just giving you a hard time."

She patted his shoulder - god, she had such large hands - and he stepped out of the car. They waved at each other, then she drove off, leaving him alone.

Again.

Starly did his best not to let that bother him as he turned and walked under the eaves of the building. A rotating door greeted him, heavier for him than it was for most of the taller and larger tenants of the building, he was sure. Grunting as he shoved it 'round, he entered the lobby. The night watchman - a Doberman - barely nodded his way before going back to his newspaper. Starly was used to that, for the most part, and -

Well, it allowed him to get a little ogle as he walked by. The night watchman was not an older man, like some of the buildings hired. The Doberman was probably in his thirties, at most, and doing pretty well for himself. Nice and fit, thick across the shoulders, some beef along the hips that promised that there was some experience there, and...well, there was more than one nightstick down there, heh. Nice and thick, too, enough to leave Starly thinking about how something like that would feel.

He shook it off as he walked to the elevators, stepping inside and taking one last look to make sure that the Doberman hadn't noticed him staring. Didn't seem to have, at least. He shook his head as he pressed the button for the eighth floor, heading up.

I really, really, really need to find a way to stop being so lonely, the fox thought. Too much time at work, not enough time at home, and not enough friends by half.

Or at least, not enough of the kind of friends that he wanted. He had a few people like Zelda back at the office, after all. People that knew him, that liked him well enough and were happy to talk to him during lunch if they weren't doing the whole eating in the cubicle thing, but that was as far as it went. There wasn't anyone that went out to dinner with, nor anybody that he invited back to his place for 'fun.' They weren't that sort of crowd.

He sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket. A quick tap of the usual aps confirmed that there weren't any invites for someone like him, but then again, he wasn't exactly putting himself out there without a little more time to devote to that kind of thing. Or at least, that's what he told himself. Most of the time, he believed it.

In reality? Well, it was more that he didn't have the sort of gumption to go for some of the stuff that he really, really fantasized about. He flicked through the various pictures of people that were showing off their cocks and their pussies to the public, only to look at his censored face-pic that was all he had on his profile. What kind of people were going to be interested in someone that was holding back that much, really?

Not many. Not many at all.

Still...he fondled himself as he looked at some of the other sexy shots that were all over the app. There were some ladies that laid back with a fucking machine between their legs, caught in mid-orgasm as they arched their backs as big fake dicks spread them wide. There were men that showed off cocks that all but broke the fists clenched around them, horse shafts that were so huge and heavy with thick flares that they hung down, big fat knotted dicks that would break the holes that took them, and more. So many more, all of them confidently showing off and giving the sort of smirking cockiness that would have melted him at the knees.

If he just had one guarantee that it wasn't going to end in rejection, just one bit of hope that he could get some of his own kinks involved without having to push too hard...

But he never had that guarantee, and so he never bothered to reach out. He'd made so many notes of different ideas, so many plans for different scenarios -

God, public streaking, foot slavery, anal training...

Starly's list went on and on, and every single one of them involved him being a good little bitch for someone. Logically, he knew that there had to be someone out there that was interested in a fox like him being a good little whore for them, but when it came down to actually looking...

Well, suffice to say that work was a good excuse.

Ding.

The elevator reached the eighth floor and Starly stepped out, following the wood-paneled floor to the end of the hallway and his apartment. A practiced twist of the wrist unlocked the door and he stepped inside, pausing only to lock the door behind him before taking the short walk to the couch in the middle of the studio room.

As he flopped onto it, looking at the computer desk against one wall, the small kitchenette against another, and his bed against the third, he wondered if he was ever going to get the sort of life that he really wanted. All those fantasies had been part of him for who knew how many years - high school, at least - and yet, he'd never really gone for any of 'em. Too shy, too embarrassed, too worried about being seen as too big a pervert, and he always had a good excuse for not going for it. Too small an apartment, not enough privacy, not wanting to trust someone else to host...but it always led to the same thing, over and over and over again: jerking off at home.

"Guess that's where I am today," Starly muttered, looking down at his phone again and the various pornographic pics staring back at him. "Ugh..."

"Listening."

"Go away," the fennec muttered, tapping the screen to dismiss the AI assistant that seemed to be all but unavoidable these days. "Ugh, nobody wants you..."

He shook his head, fighting his phone until the swirling circles disappeared. The assistant program was always trying to get involved these days, always seeming like it was listening in or something like that. He swore that the various phone companies were just trying to get every last bit of private information out of their users these days. Assholes.

Leaning back, the fox rested one hand on his groin as the other continued to flick through the profile images. There were so many horny ones, and he groaned as he opened a few, looking through them for a bit of 'inspiration.'

Mmmm, come down to my apartment, honey, and I'll show you a good time. So long as you can be a good boy and be a nice seat for a cougar like me...

Bitch, get off your ass and spread 'em. I'm looking for a good place to drop a load tonight. If you can't host or hold a horse cock, don't bother responding.

Sluts needed! Looking to get a bitch on a leash tonight and see how long they can use their tongue before passing out. Start at the feet and work your way up, and end with a big load right down your throat. Experienced sluts only.

Anyone looking for some spiral eyes? I've got some hypno-training and looking to put it to use...

The ads went on and on, each one more interesting and intriguing than the last, and it wasn't long before Starly had his cock out of his pants and in his hand. Pumping it to one picture after another, the fennec fox groaned under his breath, shaking his head as he looked at the hot pics. Cock, pussy, ass, paws, feet, balls, each and every one of them shown off with more confidence and ease than he had on his best day, and he groaned under his breath as he stroked harder, faster.

Up, down, up, down he went, flicking from one profile to another. This one about hypnotizing him into being a good little slut. This one about making him strip down and put on a show as he walked up and down their bedroom, maybe even getting filmed. This one about getting a butt plug rammed up his ass that he'd have to keep wearing for the next day, teased and tormented by his new 'master.'

He huffed, humping his hand harder, faster. His cock throbbed with need, his ears pressing against his head as his tail swished back and forth behind him. Thrust, thrust, thrust went his hips, and he couldn't help himself as he whimpered in need. The sheer heat of those fantasies were so good, and he just wanted...he just wished...

Starly clicked on an image of a shark, and he stared. This one was full-bodied, taken in a mirror. Webbed feet were the focus, but between them, he could see a pair of double-dicks, hard and big, and past that -

"Jorah?!"

That was his boss looking back at him there, a great white shark that was hotter than he had any right to be, black-eyed and stern and smirking all at once, and holding two dicks and showing off -

"NNNGH!"

Starly bit his lips as he went over the edge, unable to stop himself from nutting to the picture of his supervisor. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he realized what he was doing, and he whimpered more as he kept huffing and humping. Thrust, thrust, thrust his hips went, punching his cock through the gap of his fingers, squirting onto the carpet from just how pent-up he actually was.

Finally, it was done. The fennec fox closed the app as fast as possible, hoping that someone else would be looking at Jorah's profile before the big guy realized that he had been on the app in the first place. God, the idea of his boss showing off like that, but -

No, no, no, not thinking about that, Starly thought, shaking his head again. We're not going down that rabbit hole. We just came, we're going to wash up, and then we're going to go to bed. Another hard day tomorrow, and we need to be up for it on time.

Even so...

No, no. Best not. The work environment was already confusing enough without adding in another layer of...attraction. Shaking his head, the fox pushed himself off the couch and made his way to the bathroom. A shower, he decided, a cold shower, and then sleep.

#

Starly had been asleep for barely three hours before the storm broke. The first thunder-crash jolted him from his bed, and the fox grunted as he hit the floor. Huffing as he got his breath back, he folded his ears over his head and turned to look out the window -

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Lightning bolts flew freely in a display he'd never seen before, dancing across the skyscrapers of the city and lighting up everything in their path. His vision was scarred with the sheer brilliance of the daggers of electricity shooting through the sky, forcing him to look away -

Bzzzzt!

The whole building hummed. One of the lightning bolts must have struck somewhere close, and the lights of his alarm clock, charging phone, and everything else shimmered around him. Realizing the very real risk of a power surge that could kill every electronic device in the room, Starly forced himself to his feet and ran around the room. The alarm clock was nearest and came loose from the outlet quickly, then all the work gear that had been plugged in for the night, and then -

BOOM!

It was the closest lightning bolt yet, and it was enough to knock him off his feet. His phone screen went from a dull glow to a brilliant white before the charging cord exploded. The fennec fox shielded his eyes, stutter-stepping to a halt just a foot away from the nightstand as he whimpered.

Please, please, please don't be all exploded. I really need that phone...

The lightning storm eased slightly after that, and he slowly lowered his hands. His phone continued to glow brighter than it should, the white light burning away any and all signs of the usual security measures that kept his phone locked down. A glance at the charger cord showed all kinds of black burn marks, and he didn't even want to think about what the outlet itself looked like.

Fuck...

He knew better than to just touch the phone as it was. Starly walked back to the kitchen, grabbed the rubber dishwashing gloves, and jammed his hands in before returning to his room. He picked up the phone and bit off a hiss as he felt the sheer heat that had consumed the whole thing. It felt like it had been used for hours at a time, the inner workings almost on fire, and he was surprised that the casing of the damn thing was still intact. It should have been melting from how hot the damn thing was.

There wasn't any humming or spark shimmer around the phone, though. Maybe it would still work? Maybe?

After a quick test of waving the phone near some conductive metal and seeing nothing, the fennec fox pulled one of the gloves off. He hesitated, biting his lip, then touched the screen.

It was hot, but it wasn't electrified, which was something. He tapped the screen once, twice, hoping that it would respond, but there was nothing.

"Fuck..."

While it wasn't trying to shock the life out of him, it wasn't working. Not properly, at least, and that was as good as not working at all. He tossed it across the room, leaving it on the floor, and shucked the other glove off. One more expense for an account that really wasn't doing that well already. Fucking hell. Just...fucking hell.

Hopefully, morning would bring something better. Starly threw himself into bed again and closed his eyes.

#

"Well, well, you're sleeping in."

It was a new voice. For a split-second, he wondered if Jorah had been enough of a dickhead to send someone to his apartment to wake him up after being late, but no. Not even that shark would be that much of a jerk. It'd just open the door to who knew how many different lawsuits through HR and the other employee activist parts of the company. Even Mr. High-Efficiency Manager wouldn't risk something like that.

"Come on, cutie. Open your eyes."

Cutie?

Starly rolled over, grunting under his breath as he did. As soon as he got onto his side, he was aware of a brilliant light against his eyelids. Was the phone still burning away? Goddamn, he'd need to do something about it. The fennec fox opened one eye -

And saw a fox that looked almost like him staring down at him, grinning and naked.

He didn't say a word. His eyes flicked down, seeing a curvy pair of breasts on the shiny vixen in front of him. The view of his own features turned feminine was...disturbing, and not just for the fact that it looked like it had happened all too easily, barely shifting at all. He saw bare hips, bare fur - bare everything, for that matter. She just kept staring back, a small smile on her face until he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay...am I dreaming, or am I sick?"

"First time seeing me, and you think I'm a hallucination or a dream. Good thing that you're a looker."

"Who are you?"

"My name's Ally, and I'm the new assistant that's been sent to help you. AI, you know," she said.

"Impossible."

"Oh, really? You're going to tell me that when I'm standing right in front of you, plain as the nose on your face? Come on. Open your eyes and look at me, and then tell me that I'm a hallucination."

It was a dream, then, or something with the storm the night before had fucked with his brain, or something. There was no way that there was some female clone of him standing by his bed, completely naked - completely fucking naked - and just talking to him like this. It was impossible.

And yet...

The company had been insisting on the new AI stuff, and the storm had done something to his phone, and -

Bullshit. This is bullshit.

And yet, curiosity drove him enough to make him open his eyes again. One eye, then the other opened, looking at the vixen that was floating at the side of the bed, her legs crossed just enough to hide her sex, but not enough to hide the barely-larger feminine curves of her hips, thighs, and rump. His eyes flicked over them despite himself, and he had to force his gaze back up to look her in the eye.

"...Ally. That's what you said your name was?"

"Mmmm-hmm," she said with a small smile as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "And you are Starly. Office worker, strong work ethic, currently not doing too well financially, interested in various other careers in finance, legal work, activism, and the sex trade -"

Starly sat up in a rush, his cheeks burning as he pulled his blankets tighter around his middle, barely hiding his morning wood. His blush got worse as he squirmed, shaking his head.

"Where the hell did you get that idea?"

"Browser history," Ally said.

"I've never - I never looked - okay, I looked up escorts sometimes -"

"Your search history combines the terms 'escorts' with 'legality of prostitution' and 'treatment of prostitutes if caught' and various entries that imply that you were curious - at least at one point - how hard it would be to make money with your body," Ally said. "These searches have repeated at a rate of approximately every three to four months, implying that it is a recurring desire among other possible job options."

He just stared at the vixen. The more that he looked her over, the more that he realized that she wasn't entirely there. She was more of a hologram, something that projected itself from some device or other. His phone, perhaps; the damn thing had been hit with enough electricity from that lightning bolt that it might be some new super-device for all that he knew. But Ally was vaguely transparent, looking less like a person and more like a generated picture, though a very, very well done one.

But more than that...

She's not judging me, Starly thought, slowly letting the blankets fall around his hips again. She might look like a person, but she's still an AI, still more like a computer than that. Which means that she's just reciting facts...

"Are you...still connected with work? With my boss?" he asked.

"Connections were disrupted during the storm. Currently, I belong to you."

"...You know, that's a lot weirder to hear when it comes from a person than a device."

"I find it comforting. Do you not, Starly?"

There were too many things to untangle there. Shaking his head, he looked around for his clothes -

"Aren't you going to give me a show this morning?"

Ally's question was just enough to send a shiver down his spine and a throb to his dick, and he wasn't sure which was the more powerful of the two. Looking up at the AI hologram, Starly wanted to believe that she was just an AI that was trying to act like a person, but...

No, no, that's what she was. There wasn't enough life behind those eyes. They stared out at him as dully and mechanically as the AI-generated images that proliferated the internet, or like the 'assistants' on the computers back at the office. She wasn't really in that shell. She wasn't really real the way that he was imagining her right then. She wasn't...

No. It was fine. It was fine.

The fennec fox forced himself out of bed, telling himself that those digital eyes looking down at his cock and balls, then at his ass, were not actually that interested in him. It was just a response from a program, something that tracked motion and was supposed to emulate a person. That was all. He wasn't all...exposed...in front of someone, and as he bent down for the phone on the floor, he told himself that surely Ally wasn't staring at his ass, because there was no way that she'd be that interested in it, and -

"Would you like me to sort out a partner for a date tonight?"

He almost dropped the phone at that question, spluttering and blushing worse than ever. He stood up so fast that he almost fell over, and he shook his head emphatically as he turned -

She was gone.

"Master?"

"GAH!"

He whipped around to find her floating over the phone, smaller now, perhaps a foot tall like a projection from the phone itself. Shaking his head, the fennec forced himself to take a deep breath.

"Don't do that. Just...don't do that for now."

"As you wish."

She shrunk down, and no sooner had he gotten used to having the room to himself than she appeared on the phone, looking like she was no more than someone he was on a call with. A naked someone that he was on a call with, with her breasts spilling out along the bottom of the phone. He blushed again, shaking his head.

"Look. I just...I don't have time for that. I need to get ready for work, and I need to make sure that Jorah isn't on my case today."

"Oh. Are you afraid of Jorah?"

"Everyone's afraid of Jorah...except Zelda..."

"Hmmm. I do not like my master being afraid."

"Well, not much I can do about that. Just...stay in the phone. I have to take a shower."

"Yes, master."

Shaking his head, Starly put the phone down on the bed and turned his naked self back to the bathroom. Despite everything, he still felt like someone was watching him, and he really, really hoped that he was just imagining that. Why would a program be interested in him like that? Why would anyone be interested in a boring little coward of a fox that was so busy with work that he didn't have time with anyone else?

She knows, though...

He tried to dismiss that thought, but the realization did keep coming back. She had figured out that he was interested in sex work, that there was that recurring curiosity about what life would be like on the street instead of in the office, and...

Well, that had been scary to have someone else figure that out. And more to the point, doing it from private browsing time rather than corporate. That meant that Ally had more access to his accounts than anything Jorah or the company had installed. Just how much would she find out?

Thank fuck she's just an AI and doesn't have any goals of her own, he thought as he stepped under the hot water. God, if she had things she wanted...

#

Zelda was perfectly on-time as she always was, and Starly hoped that she wasn't picking up on the fact that something was different. He wasn't sure if he was doing a very good job of hiding the nervousness that lingered over an intelligent AI in his pocket, or the worries about what might happen after work with the way that his 'assistant' had offered to find him a romantic partner for the evening, but if Zelda was picking up on it, the mare said nothing. She just pulled them onto the main road toward work with a soft hum and no questions.

Starly was grateful for that.

Halfway to work, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He hesitated, then gave in, pulling it out and tapping the screen.

Sure enough, Ally's face appeared in the corner, and he could just barely see her 'lift' off the screen, looking up and out at Zelda. Starly braced himself for a voice he'd have to explain -

Ping.

Only to get a text message, instead. He flicked his thumb against the screen as casually as he could, looking at it out of the corner of his eye.

Ally: Do you like her?

Starly looked at the mare out of the corner of his eye, and tapped out a response.

User: She's a coworker.

Ally: Do you like her?

User: Just...leave it alone. I just want to get to work.

Ally: Yes, master.

Ally: Master?

User: What?

Ally: When you see this Jorah, show him the phone. I will make sure that he never scares you again.

He didn't know if he liked the sound of that, but before he could type back -

"Got someone you're interested in there?" Zelda asked.

"N-no," he muttered, putting his phone away. "Just...someone that doesn't know when to stop talking."

"Heh, whoever they are, they have your attention more than I do."

"Sorry -"

"Don't be. We all need someone."

Yes, but preferably someone that isn't an AI...









The End


Summary: Starly has an issue with being out of sorts with his own work situation. No real close friends, a manager breathing down his neck, and not much in the way of relief at home. But what if someone else started to change that?

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