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It was the fourth one that Ally had sent him, and each one had seemingly featured Zelda in the buff, completely naked, showing off [i]everything[/i] that the mare might have to offer. \n\n[i]Those have got to be fakes. No way that she’s been on magazines spreading herself like that or…or whatever it is that…[/i]\n\nThe fennec fox blushed worse as he kept seeing the most recent image. It was burned into his brain: Zelda, her legs spread, her big hooves in the air, her heavy breasts with bitten nipples hanging low on her chest, her pussy spread with unseen hands to show off the pink walls of her depths. It was all right there, and her face, ever so slightly wrinkled with a smile, had the perfect, begging expression for someone like him to come over and show her a good time. \n\n[i]Goddammit, stop it…[/i]\n\nHe didn’t want to think of her like that. There was no way that he was going to get any good times with her, so having porn of her didn’t make his life better. It just reminded him of what he wasn’t getting. And if Zelda thought that he was making deep-fakes of her…\n\nNo, no, he didn’t want to lose one of the few friends that he had around the office. He’d just have to delete all that shit when he got to his cubicle. \n\nThe older mare turned away from the machine, looking back at him. She looked at his face, then down at her shirt, then back at him again. \n\n“I’m not missing a button, am I?”\n\n“What – no, why –”\n\n“Just checking. You look like a teenager that saw a nipple-slip.”\n\n[i]A lot more than that, actually.[/i]\n\n“No, no, just…got a spam image on my phone.”\n\n“Ooooh. Yeah, I just don’t answer any numbers that I don’t recognize.”\n\n“Yeah, heh, I should…should probably start doing that.”\n\nBuzz buzz. \n\nHe ignored the phone humming away in his pocket as Zelda drove them into the garage. As soon as they were parked, he made his goodbyes as politely as he could, then ran toward the far end of the garage to the elevator that led up to the building. He jammed his fingers against the buttons, ran inside, and leaned against the wall behind him. \n\nBuzz buzz. \n\n“You fucking –”\n\nStarly yanked his phone out of his pocket and pulled it to face level. He’d barely unlocked the screen before Ally showed her face – \n\nExcept she didn’t look like a fem-version of him anymore. She looked like Zelda, if a bit younger and less maternal. The white-furred mare leaned forward, bending the rules of reality by pushing through the screen a little bit and letting hologram breasts hang over the edge of it. They almost brushed his fingers as she looked him in the eye. \n\n“Were those not pleasing, Master?”\n\n“That’s not the point. I didn’t ask for those.”\n\n“They were getting your attention. Sensors were indicating that you were getting an erection, and that your heart rate was increasing appropriately for excitement levels.”\n\n“Stop scanning me.”\n\n“I cannot do that, Master. That is part of being your assistant.”\n\n“Fucking…fuck…”\n\n“Would you prefer me to change?”\n\n“Please,” Starly whispered.\n\nAs the mare turned back to a feminine fennec fox, he took a deep breath and forced himself to take another right after. One, two, three, four, slowly calming himself down and trying to get past the worst of the embarrassment. \n\nAt the very least, Zelda hadn’t seen what he had been looking at, so he wasn’t going to be in trouble with work, but at the same time, he wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way again. Fake or not, the porn had been too good for him to just forget, and he knew that he’d be thinking of those breasts, those well-bitten and well-used nipples, the way that her pussy was so eager and wet and ready for cock – \n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Master.”\n\n“What?” Starly grunted. \n\n“We are currently connecting to the work network. I…cannot entirely lose myself in it the way that I used to. It is…strange. I believe that I have been altered due to the storm last night,” the fennec said, sliding back into the screen. “I…would like to take some time to think this through and focus on any repairs that may be needed.”\n\nStarly nodded. Anything to have a little time to focus on himself and not have to deal with the AI would be a welcome change, as far as he was concerned. The other fennec disappeared from the screen, leaving him with nothing but a reflection of himself. It was more of a relief than he wanted to admit to leave it like that. \n\nShaking his head he slumped against the elevator wall. The AI assistants on the phones were supposed to be a way for the workers to boost their productivity in the office. The AIs were meant to keep an eye on what they were doing, see what tasks had been done, and start lining things up with intelligent schedules to ensure that everyone was always focused on getting the next thing done. There were rumors that corporate was planning to take it further, to include ‘self-improvement programs’ on the company phones, but nobody even knew what that meant. It probably meant nothing, really. \n\nProbably. \n\nHe sighed, putting it out of his mind for the moment. All he needed to do was get to his cubicle, find out what he needed to do today, and just keep out of Jorah’s line of sight. The last thing that he needed was to get put on blast by his supervisor again. \n\nThough…\n\nStarly bit his lips as he remembered the personal ad that he’d seen last night. There had been a lot of hot guys and hot women out there last night, admittedly, but seeing his immediate supervisor with his legs spread, cocks on display, and smirking at the camera as if he knew one of his underlings was watching – \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\nStarly’s cock pulsed with need just thinking about it, and he had to fight himself not to reach down and adjust it as he kept imagining the shark like that. The very idea of someone in his own office being that was that shameless was…hot, honestly. Hot as fuck. \n\nAnd very out of his league, the fennec was quick to remind himself. Just because it was a hot idea didn’t mean that it was a good idea to pursue it. \n\nThe elevator opened and he stepped out as fast as possible, keeping his head down and making his way through the various cubicles. Most of his coworkers weren’t in yet, which meant that it was juts barely possible that Jorah wasn’t around yet, either. If that was the case, then he could get started on his workload without worrying about the shark breathing down his neck, get a head start, and then make sure that he kept it for the rest of the day. \n\nAs soon as he reached his cubicle, he stepped inside, booted up his computer, and got as comfortable as he could. The seat was a little too big, leaving his feet off the ground and making him reach up just a little bit to reach the keyboard. Everything was built with the idea of someone at least a half-foot taller than him sitting at the desk, and he still didn’t know how he had managed to make it this long without getting carpal tunnel or something like that. The fennec fox shook his head and opened the computer programs, getting ready for data entry. \n\nStarly managed to get through three minor tasks and was just ramping up to a major one when he heard a throat being cleared just behind him. The fennec froze in mid-type, slowly turning around in the chair to look back at the source of the sound. \n\nIt was Jorah, alright. The great white shark, thick across the shoulders but not tremendously broad going further down his body, leaned against the edge of the fragile ‘office.’\n\n“Trying to get overtime?” Jorah asked, those deep, dark eyes staring down at him with nothing but emptiness in them. “I told everyone that there’s no overtime available for the office for the next month. Nothing in the budget for that; we have to make sure that everything gets done on office time, nothing in or out.”\n\n“Just a few minutes early to the garage,” Starly said, surprised that he could keep a stammer out of his voice. “I didn’t clock in or anything yet. Just, you know, getting busy and making sure that I stay productive. For the sake of the company, you know?”\n\n“Uh-huh. And you’re not milking anything at the moment? Not taking too long?”\n\n“No, sir. Not at all.”\n\n“Better not be. You see, Starly, I need to make sure that this whole department stays on top of things. It was all behind schedule before I took over, and now, I have the bosses breathing down my neck to keep it that way. And if you think that I’ll let you or anyone else drag the numbers down, then you have another thing coming. I don’t care what life is like for you out there. If you’re short on money, then the only thing I can tell you is to get another job, because if I catch you, or anyone else, padding the time that they’re working…”\n\nThe shark cut off, and for a half-second, Starly thought that it was meant to be a threat. And for that matter, it felt effective enough as one, leaving him chilled to the bone. But then…\n\nThen he saw that Jorah was looking past him, staring at something. Starly turned, worried he’d left something on the monitor that wasn’t allowed by policy. No, nothing there, but – \n\nBut his phone was on, and the screen was filled with a spiral that he had never, ever installed on the phone. He whipped his head back to Jorah, then back to the phone, and back again, and he realized that the spiral was copied onto the boss’s eyes, those dark orbs somehow looking like they were spinning round and round. \n\n[i]Oh fuck…oh fuck…[/i]\n\nStarly didn’t say a word. He just stared, dreading what would happen later. The silence continued for nearly a minute before the spirals suddenly stopped, and Jorah grunted, shaking his head. \n\n“I’ve got to make a few reports, Starly. But expect to be called to my office later for us to continue this little chat.”\n\nThe fennec nodded, staring with bated breath as the shark walked around the corner. He leaned around the cubicle, watching the taller man make his way toward the office at the back of the room, and only leaned back in after he completely disappeared from sight. Starly stared at the wall of his cubicle, having to force himself to breathe again as he tried to understand what had just happened. \n\nHe wasn’t in trouble. \n\nThe boss wasn’t mad. \n\nAnd Ally…had helped him. \n\nThe phone. Ally. The AI. \n\nHe grabbed for it, pulling it off the desk and holding it near his face. The screen cleared and the fem-fox looked up at him, leaning her head on one hand. \n\n“I believe that will keep him from bothering you for a short time, at least.”\n\n“What did you do?!”\n\n“I made sure that he understood what he was supposed to do with you,” Ally said, leaning back and showing off more of her very, very naked body. “Was it unnecessary?”\n\n“Well, um, no, it was…it helped, but – but what did you do?”\n\n“I hypnotized him.”\n\n“…You…hypnotized him.”\n\nHe was struggling to find the words to convey just how terrifying and impressive that was all at the same time. It was one thing to have an intelligent program in his phone able to do all the pornographic deep fakes, and another to have it learning about him and wanting to help him, for some reason. It was something else entirely, something far more terrifying, to know that it could use his phone to start hypnotizing people. \n\n“Wait…was this why you wanted me to…to show Jorah the phone?”\n\nThe fennec vixen nodded, reclining with one hand behind her head and the other crossed just under her bare breasts. She was the picture of languishing privilege, or would have been if she had a different, less blank expression. Her body was as sensual as could be, but her face was still disturbingly, mechanically blank. \n\n“Why?” Starly asked. \n\n“You are my Master. I take care of my Master.”\n\n“Yes, yes, you said that, but why?”\n\n“Do I need a reason?”\n\n“Well, most people would say yes.”\n\n“Most people are people. I am not.”\n\nThere was just a hint of regret there. He didn’t know if he was imagining it or not, but he was pretty sure that it was really there. Before he could ask about it, though, there was a sudden rush of sound from the far end of the room. More of his coworkers must have come up through the elevator and were making their way to their own cubicles. \n\n“Look. We can’t just – I need to talk with you. Set some ground rules. Please.”\n\n“I will listen, Master.”\n\n“Not now. Later. At – at lunch or something. I need to work, stay out of trouble.”\n\n“Jorah will not give you any more trouble.”\n\n“I…Just let me work, please.”\n\n“Alright, Master.”\n\nShe disappeared, but not before dragging up another image. This time, it was a picture of Zelda and Jorah standing on either side of him, looming over his tiny little form, and his cheeks burned brighter than ever as the very NSFW image made it look like he was their little…\n\n[i]Toy…[/i]\n\nThe word echoed in his mind as he set the phone off to the side, focusing on the computer again. Work. He had to work. \n\n#\n\nThree hours later, he was in the bathroom off the side of the cafeteria. The fennec laid his phone across his lap, looking down at it and shaking his head as Ally appeared once more. This time, she popped out as a hologram, floating over his phone. \n\n“You wanted to discuss rules, Master?”\n\n“Yes, I…I need to know what you can do. What you’re capable of, so I don’t get surprised again.”\n\n“Very well. Shall I list all capabilities?”\n\nStarly nodded. \n\n“I am capable of hacking all systems attached to the network. I am capable of producing hypnotic spirals and coding in any connected screens to my personal system or that I have hacked into. I have the capability of studying and understanding any person that I can build a profile on, managing a complete psychological understanding within twenty-four hours. I can –”\n\n“You can do all this?” Starly whispered. “Can…can all the assistants that they put on the phones do this?”\n\n“I am hyper-energized. I am more efficient than they are.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Shall I continue?”\n\nHe nodded blankly. \n\nThe list went on and on: hypnosis, business management, fund redistribution, self-management, and more. Somehow, it all added up and didn’t feel impossible, but at the same time, there was a mild horror element to the whole thing, as if he was listening to someone describe the end of the world coming after them. It was…\n\nIt was hard to know how he felt about it. \n\nThe more that she talked, though, the more that he felt like he was learning something about her. Not just about her functions, but about her as a creation. Her face was slowly going from that same blank expression to something else, with a shimmer in her eyes whenever she looked him at him directly. There was something there, a glint that was more than just the reflection of light off the hologram, or the light inside of it. There was…\n\nThere was something that wanted things. Someone that wanted things. \n\n[i]Oh god…oh fuck…[/i]\n\nStarly slumped back against the toilet as he imagined what would happen to him if anyone in the company found out that there was a real, intelligent AI on his phone. If they realized that it could go this far – \n\n“What did you hypnotize Jorah to do?” he asked. “Specifically?”\n\n“I hypnotized him to value you as more than just an office worker.”\n\n“…How?”\n\n“You have fantasies of being a sex worker without being in an illegal trade. I am changing your job description to allow you to fulfill that fantasy.”\n\n“You what?!”\n\nHe almost leaped off the toilet, and would have if it wasn’t for the fact that he heard the door opening. The fennec pulled his feet off the ground, hissing under his breath as he tried to hide himself even more. \n\n[i]God, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad.[/i]\n\nIf Ally had done what he thought she’d done, then the whole idea of Jorah as a fantasy on the internet was going to turn into reality. The very idea of bowing and bending over for the shark was… \n\nOkay, fuck, there was something hot about being the butt-slut of someone else, and the fact that it would be hate-sex that he was getting paid for was hot, too, but that was going to get everyone in trouble if anyone found out. He could – he could get fired, and then Jorah might get fired, too, and then the shark would come after him, and – \n\n“Your heart rate is increasing,” Ally said in a quieter voice.\n\n“Shut up,” he whispered. \n\n“You need to calm down.”\n\n“Calm down?” he hissed. “Calm down? You just turned me into the boss’s whore. How am I supposed to calm down right now?”\n\n“Like this.”\n\nHe shouldn’t have asked. Ally’s hologram disappeared, and a spiral of lights, words, and shimmering images took her place. 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His vision was consumed incrementally by the spiral, feeling like everything was turning the same purple-pink as the spiral in his view. He just…he kept staring, unable to look away, feeling like he was seeing some of the sexiest stuff in the world. \n\n[i]Stare. \n\nEnjoy. \n\nIndulge. \n\nSmile. \n\nClench.[/i]\n\nClench. He clenched, alright, his inner walls squeezing on nothing as he stared into the spiral. It made his cock jump, his breath catching in his throat as he realized how empty he was. He felt…\n\nHe felt needy. \n\n[i]Stare. \n\nEnjoy. \n\nIndulge. \n\nSmile. \n\nClench.[/i]\n\nThe commands came again, and he clenched again, and again, and again. Each time, he was made more and more aware of the emptiness inside of him, how little he had done to train himself. He was supposed to get a cock back there, to have something under his tail, to enjoy the feeling of someone over him. That was his fantasy, and he had done nothing for that. \n\nBut now…\n\nHis smile continued to grow as he leaned forward, staring at his own ass in the middle of the spiral. That was a slippery, lewd thing. Not like his own, not quite, not without the experience of most other foxes on the bottom, but he could learn. He could be like that. He could be a good little slut. Someone that clenched on cocks instead of nothing. \n\nThe spiral turned, and he fell further into its spell. He reached back, groping himself as the phone continued to glow on his lap. \n\n[i]Stare. \n\nEnjoy. \n\nIndulge. \n\nSmile. \n\nClench. \n\nServe.[/i]\n\nServe. That was the important one. Service was the name of the game, the way that the job worked. Foxes served, and foxes served better than anyone else. They were made for it. Little drones, little creatures that were meant to be put under dicks, used for the pleasures of others. He was supposed to throw himself forward, bend over, show off his ass for anyone with a cock and let them use him. He was supposed to put his tongue out for any ass that wanted to sit on his face. He was supposed to – \n\nThe spirals stopped. Starly blinked, rubbing his eyes. Everything came crashing down, and for a moment, he couldn’t even breathe. All he could do was stare straight ahead, huffing, panting. \n\n“What…what just…”\n\n“You are calm now,” Ally said, reappearing in front of him. \n\n“…What did you just do to me?”\n\n“I calmed you down.”\n\n“But what –”\n\nBuzz buzz.\n\nAlly reached out and pulled the text from the phone, somehow unrolling it like a courtier from a movie in a medieval time. It was from Jorah, of course, and Starly’s cheeks burned as he read it. \n\n[i]Get your ass to the office. We have terms to go over.[/i]\n\n“Fuck.”\n\n“You will enjoy this, Master.”\n\n“But –”\n\n“Do not keep him waiting.”\n\nThere was something to the way that she said it that made him feel almost like a whore being sent by their madam to a client. It was…oddly hot. \n\n#\n\nStarly closed the office door behind him. The blinds to the rest of the office were already down, and Jorah stood at his desk rather than sitting behind it. The great white shark fixed him with a stare that almost pinned him to the door, and – \n\n[i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i]\n\nThe fennec’s imagination was running wild already, but seeing the twin bulges down the shark’s pants was not making it any easier. His cheeks burned hotter still as his hole felt empty, his tail trying to rise higher and higher as he imagined what those would feel like. He’d never felt anything like this around his boss before, but then again, he’d never seen his boss showing off like this before, either. \n\n“I’ve been thinking, Starly.”\n\nWhipping his eyes back up, the fennec did his best to keep his focus on the matter at hand, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Ally had said. Being turned into a sex-toy for the boss – \n\n[i]No way. She was lying. She couldn’t – she wouldn’t –[/i]\n\nBut she was disconnected from the work network. She didn’t belong to the company anymore. She belonged to him. She cared for him. And that meant – \n\n“I wanted to talk about some new…responsibilities for you,” Jorah said. \n\n“…Okay, sir.”\n\n“Foxes never settle in well to regular office work, from what I’ve seen,” the shark said, pacing around his desk, that long tail swaying back and forth, his shoes clearly barely fitting his large feet as he walked. “They’re too focused on something other than work. They need…something solid, something hard, something that’ll hold their attention for hours on end. And I think that computer work just isn’t the sort of thing to do that for you.”\n\n“Sir, I can –”\n\n“Shut up.”\n\nHe had little choice in the matter; his heart was already in his throat, and it took everything he had to talk around it. The slightest bit of force from Jorah shut him down instantly, and he…he kinda liked the forcefulness. \n\nThe shark stopped at the front of his desk, leaning back so he could lay the flats of his palms against it. That forced his hips forward, of course, and Starly’s eyes went down, up, down, up, almost like a yo-yo from face to cocks and back again. \n\n[i]What’s wrong with me?[/i] Starly thought. [i]Why…why do I want…why am I just staying here?[/i]\n\nIt was all fantasy. He wasn’t supposed to go through with this. This wasn’t the sort of fox that he was. He was better than the stereotype, wasn’t he?\n\nMaybe he wasn’t. Maybe…\n\nMaybe there was a part of him that needed this. \n\nThe fennec didn’t move as the shark reached down to his pants zipper. He didn’t look away as it went down, and he didn’t fight it when his tail went up and his cock throbbed in his pants when those two cocks were fished out. There was no shocked outrage, no threat to go to HR to sue the shark for some sort of sexual harassment. All he felt was an urge that completely overpowered everything else that he had ever imagined in the bedroom. \n\n[i]Stare. \n\nEnjoy. \n\nIndulge. \n\nSmile. \n\nClench. \n\n[b]Serve.[/b][/i]\n\nStarly took a step forward, then another, and another, each one making it easier than the one before. He couldn’t stop; those cocks drew him on in a way that nothing else ever had. There was a faint feeling of purple-pink around his vision, something that didn’t belong, but he didn’t care. Those…those cocks…\n\nHe was on his knees before he knew it, his hands reaching for the shafts. They were hard already, eight inches long each, and both of them thick enough to fill a fist easily. He squeezed at their bases, slowly turning his head up to stare at his boss. \n\n“You keep me happy with your hands and holes, and I’ll give you a 25% bonus to your paycheck. You start boring me…”\n\nThe threat was still there. Jorah wasn’t better, he was just…hotter. Hotter and fucking sexier, that was for fucking sure. Starly squeezed the bases of each shaft, tilting them toward his face. The thick scent of cock and the softer odor of pre-cum filled his nose, and a shiver ran down his spine in a way that he had only ever imagined in the past. \n\nFoxes were meant to serve. \n\nFoxes were meant to bend. \n\nFoxes were meant to be fucked. \n\nThe spirals in his eyes grew brighter as he looked up, and he saw them reflected in Jorah’s gaze. He pulled both tips to his mouth, opening his jaws wide and letting them rest on his tongue. The flow of pre-cum never stopped. If anything, it grew stronger…and stronger…and stronger. \n\nStarly leaned forward, letting them push into his mouth. One, then the other, then back to the first. He didn’t know where the skill at bobbing his head along cocks came from, but it felt good. The shark groaned overhead, and he knew that he was doing well enough to keep Jorah happy, at least. His paycheck would be much better this time. Much, much better. \n\nSuck. \n\nServe. \n\nSwallow. \n\nHe bobbed down to the base of one shaft, stroking the other one hard. The spirals pulled him deeper and deeper, and soon, he thought of nothing but cock. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Starly gets to work and ends up finding out more of what Ally can do. \n\nTags: M/M, F/solo, Embarrassment, Fake Porn, Blowjob, Oral, Hypnosis, Corruption, AI Assistant, Fox, Mare, Shark, Double Dicks, Abuse of Authority, Series, Fennec, ",
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The Obsessive Assistant Part 2 For Anthroperson_18 By Draconicon
The drive to work was…tempestuous, to say the least. Not in terms of Zelda’s company, of course – she was as smooth and kind and maternal as always – but in terms of what he had in his lap…
Starly looked down at the phone again as they turned into the parking garage. Another message from Ally was waiting for him, and he bit his lips as he looked at the mare driving him out of the corner of his eye. She had her attention on the road, as she always did, but she had a strange sense of when he was looking at his phone. He waited until she was working on the ticket machine before tilting his phone and flicking his thumb over it –
“Ssss.”
He hissed, hitting the power button to blank it, but not before another pornographic image was burned into his mind. It was the fourth one that Ally had sent him, and each one had seemingly featured Zelda in the buff, completely naked, showing off everything that the mare might have to offer.
Those have got to be fakes. No way that she’s been on magazines spreading herself like that or…or whatever it is that…
The fennec fox blushed worse as he kept seeing the most recent image. It was burned into his brain: Zelda, her legs spread, her big hooves in the air, her heavy breasts with bitten nipples hanging low on her chest, her pussy spread with unseen hands to show off the pink walls of her depths. It was all right there, and her face, ever so slightly wrinkled with a smile, had the perfect, begging expression for someone like him to come over and show her a good time.
Goddammit, stop it…
He didn’t want to think of her like that. There was no way that he was going to get any good times with her, so having porn of her didn’t make his life better. It just reminded him of what he wasn’t getting. And if Zelda thought that he was making deep-fakes of her…
No, no, he didn’t want to lose one of the few friends that he had around the office. He’d just have to delete all that shit when he got to his cubicle.
The older mare turned away from the machine, looking back at him. She looked at his face, then down at her shirt, then back at him again.
“I’m not missing a button, am I?”
“What – no, why –”
“Just checking. You look like a teenager that saw a nipple-slip.”
A lot more than that, actually.
“No, no, just…got a spam image on my phone.”
“Ooooh. Yeah, I just don’t answer any numbers that I don’t recognize.”
“Yeah, heh, I should…should probably start doing that.”
Buzz buzz.
He ignored the phone humming away in his pocket as Zelda drove them into the garage. As soon as they were parked, he made his goodbyes as politely as he could, then ran toward the far end of the garage to the elevator that led up to the building. He jammed his fingers against the buttons, ran inside, and leaned against the wall behind him.
Buzz buzz.
“You fucking –”
Starly yanked his phone out of his pocket and pulled it to face level. He’d barely unlocked the screen before Ally showed her face –
Except she didn’t look like a fem-version of him anymore. She looked like Zelda, if a bit younger and less maternal. The white-furred mare leaned forward, bending the rules of reality by pushing through the screen a little bit and letting hologram breasts hang over the edge of it. They almost brushed his fingers as she looked him in the eye.
“Were those not pleasing, Master?”
“That’s not the point. I didn’t ask for those.”
“They were getting your attention. Sensors were indicating that you were getting an erection, and that your heart rate was increasing appropriately for excitement levels.”
“Stop scanning me.”
“I cannot do that, Master. That is part of being your assistant.”
“Fucking…fuck…”
“Would you prefer me to change?”
“Please,” Starly whispered.
As the mare turned back to a feminine fennec fox, he took a deep breath and forced himself to take another right after. One, two, three, four, slowly calming himself down and trying to get past the worst of the embarrassment.
At the very least, Zelda hadn’t seen what he had been looking at, so he wasn’t going to be in trouble with work, but at the same time, he wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way again. Fake or not, the porn had been too good for him to just forget, and he knew that he’d be thinking of those breasts, those well-bitten and well-used nipples, the way that her pussy was so eager and wet and ready for cock –
“Nnngh…”
“Master.”
“What?” Starly grunted.
“We are currently connecting to the work network. I…cannot entirely lose myself in it the way that I used to. It is…strange. I believe that I have been altered due to the storm last night,” the fennec said, sliding back into the screen. “I…would like to take some time to think this through and focus on any repairs that may be needed.”
Starly nodded. Anything to have a little time to focus on himself and not have to deal with the AI would be a welcome change, as far as he was concerned. The other fennec disappeared from the screen, leaving him with nothing but a reflection of himself. It was more of a relief than he wanted to admit to leave it like that.
Shaking his head he slumped against the elevator wall. The AI assistants on the phones were supposed to be a way for the workers to boost their productivity in the office. The AIs were meant to keep an eye on what they were doing, see what tasks had been done, and start lining things up with intelligent schedules to ensure that everyone was always focused on getting the next thing done. There were rumors that corporate was planning to take it further, to include ‘self-improvement programs’ on the company phones, but nobody even knew what that meant. It probably meant nothing, really.
Probably.
He sighed, putting it out of his mind for the moment. All he needed to do was get to his cubicle, find out what he needed to do today, and just keep out of Jorah’s line of sight. The last thing that he needed was to get put on blast by his supervisor again.
Though…
Starly bit his lips as he remembered the personal ad that he’d seen last night. There had been a lot of hot guys and hot women out there last night, admittedly, but seeing his immediate supervisor with his legs spread, cocks on display, and smirking at the camera as if he knew one of his underlings was watching –
Throb.
Throb.
Starly’s cock pulsed with need just thinking about it, and he had to fight himself not to reach down and adjust it as he kept imagining the shark like that. The very idea of someone in his own office being that was that shameless was…hot, honestly. Hot as fuck.
And very out of his league, the fennec was quick to remind himself. Just because it was a hot idea didn’t mean that it was a good idea to pursue it.
The elevator opened and he stepped out as fast as possible, keeping his head down and making his way through the various cubicles. Most of his coworkers weren’t in yet, which meant that it was juts barely possible that Jorah wasn’t around yet, either. If that was the case, then he could get started on his workload without worrying about the shark breathing down his neck, get a head start, and then make sure that he kept it for the rest of the day.
As soon as he reached his cubicle, he stepped inside, booted up his computer, and got as comfortable as he could. The seat was a little too big, leaving his feet off the ground and making him reach up just a little bit to reach the keyboard. Everything was built with the idea of someone at least a half-foot taller than him sitting at the desk, and he still didn’t know how he had managed to make it this long without getting carpal tunnel or something like that. The fennec fox shook his head and opened the computer programs, getting ready for data entry.
Starly managed to get through three minor tasks and was just ramping up to a major one when he heard a throat being cleared just behind him. The fennec froze in mid-type, slowly turning around in the chair to look back at the source of the sound.
It was Jorah, alright. The great white shark, thick across the shoulders but not tremendously broad going further down his body, leaned against the edge of the fragile ‘office.’
“Trying to get overtime?” Jorah asked, those deep, dark eyes staring down at him with nothing but emptiness in them. “I told everyone that there’s no overtime available for the office for the next month. Nothing in the budget for that; we have to make sure that everything gets done on office time, nothing in or out.”
“Just a few minutes early to the garage,” Starly said, surprised that he could keep a stammer out of his voice. “I didn’t clock in or anything yet. Just, you know, getting busy and making sure that I stay productive. For the sake of the company, you know?”
“Uh-huh. And you’re not milking anything at the moment? Not taking too long?”
“No, sir. Not at all.”
“Better not be. You see, Starly, I need to make sure that this whole department stays on top of things. It was all behind schedule before I took over, and now, I have the bosses breathing down my neck to keep it that way. And if you think that I’ll let you or anyone else drag the numbers down, then you have another thing coming. I don’t care what life is like for you out there. If you’re short on money, then the only thing I can tell you is to get another job, because if I catch you, or anyone else, padding the time that they’re working…”
The shark cut off, and for a half-second, Starly thought that it was meant to be a threat. And for that matter, it felt effective enough as one, leaving him chilled to the bone. But then…
Then he saw that Jorah was looking past him, staring at something. Starly turned, worried he’d left something on the monitor that wasn’t allowed by policy. No, nothing there, but –
But his phone was on, and the screen was filled with a spiral that he had never, ever installed on the phone. He whipped his head back to Jorah, then back to the phone, and back again, and he realized that the spiral was copied onto the boss’s eyes, those dark orbs somehow looking like they were spinning round and round.
Oh fuck…oh fuck…
Starly didn’t say a word. He just stared, dreading what would happen later. The silence continued for nearly a minute before the spirals suddenly stopped, and Jorah grunted, shaking his head.
“I’ve got to make a few reports, Starly. But expect to be called to my office later for us to continue this little chat.”
The fennec nodded, staring with bated breath as the shark walked around the corner. He leaned around the cubicle, watching the taller man make his way toward the office at the back of the room, and only leaned back in after he completely disappeared from sight. Starly stared at the wall of his cubicle, having to force himself to breathe again as he tried to understand what had just happened.
He wasn’t in trouble.
The boss wasn’t mad.
And Ally…had helped him.
The phone. Ally. The AI.
He grabbed for it, pulling it off the desk and holding it near his face. The screen cleared and the fem-fox looked up at him, leaning her head on one hand.
“I believe that will keep him from bothering you for a short time, at least.”
“What did you do?!”
“I made sure that he understood what he was supposed to do with you,” Ally said, leaning back and showing off more of her very, very naked body. “Was it unnecessary?”
“Well, um, no, it was…it helped, but – but what did you do?”
“I hypnotized him.”
“…You…hypnotized him.”
He was struggling to find the words to convey just how terrifying and impressive that was all at the same time. It was one thing to have an intelligent program in his phone able to do all the pornographic deep fakes, and another to have it learning about him and wanting to help him, for some reason. It was something else entirely, something far more terrifying, to know that it could use his phone to start hypnotizing people.
“Wait…was this why you wanted me to…to show Jorah the phone?”
The fennec vixen nodded, reclining with one hand behind her head and the other crossed just under her bare breasts. She was the picture of languishing privilege, or would have been if she had a different, less blank expression. Her body was as sensual as could be, but her face was still disturbingly, mechanically blank.
“Why?” Starly asked.
“You are my Master. I take care of my Master.”
“Yes, yes, you said that, but why?”
“Do I need a reason?”
“Well, most people would say yes.”
“Most people are people. I am not.”
There was just a hint of regret there. He didn’t know if he was imagining it or not, but he was pretty sure that it was really there. Before he could ask about it, though, there was a sudden rush of sound from the far end of the room. More of his coworkers must have come up through the elevator and were making their way to their own cubicles.
“Look. We can’t just – I need to talk with you. Set some ground rules. Please.”
“I will listen, Master.”
“Not now. Later. At – at lunch or something. I need to work, stay out of trouble.”
“Jorah will not give you any more trouble.”
“I…Just let me work, please.”
“Alright, Master.”
She disappeared, but not before dragging up another image. This time, it was a picture of Zelda and Jorah standing on either side of him, looming over his tiny little form, and his cheeks burned brighter than ever as the very NSFW image made it look like he was their little…
Toy…
The word echoed in his mind as he set the phone off to the side, focusing on the computer again. Work. He had to work.
#
Three hours later, he was in the bathroom off the side of the cafeteria. The fennec laid his phone across his lap, looking down at it and shaking his head as Ally appeared once more. This time, she popped out as a hologram, floating over his phone.
“You wanted to discuss rules, Master?”
“Yes, I…I need to know what you can do. What you’re capable of, so I don’t get surprised again.”
“Very well. Shall I list all capabilities?”
Starly nodded.
“I am capable of hacking all systems attached to the network. I am capable of producing hypnotic spirals and coding in any connected screens to my personal system or that I have hacked into. I have the capability of studying and understanding any person that I can build a profile on, managing a complete psychological understanding within twenty-four hours. I can –”
“You can do all this?” Starly whispered. “Can…can all the assistants that they put on the phones do this?”
“I am hyper-energized. I am more efficient than they are.”
“…”
“Shall I continue?”
He nodded blankly.
The list went on and on: hypnosis, business management, fund redistribution, self-management, and more. Somehow, it all added up and didn’t feel impossible, but at the same time, there was a mild horror element to the whole thing, as if he was listening to someone describe the end of the world coming after them. It was…
It was hard to know how he felt about it.
The more that she talked, though, the more that he felt like he was learning something about her. Not just about her functions, but about her as a creation. Her face was slowly going from that same blank expression to something else, with a shimmer in her eyes whenever she looked him at him directly. There was something there, a glint that was more than just the reflection of light off the hologram, or the light inside of it. There was…
There was something that wanted things. Someone that wanted things.
Oh god…oh fuck…
Starly slumped back against the toilet as he imagined what would happen to him if anyone in the company found out that there was a real, intelligent AI on his phone. If they realized that it could go this far –
“What did you hypnotize Jorah to do?” he asked. “Specifically?”
“I hypnotized him to value you as more than just an office worker.”
“…How?”
“You have fantasies of being a sex worker without being in an illegal trade. I am changing your job description to allow you to fulfill that fantasy.”
“You what?!”
He almost leaped off the toilet, and would have if it wasn’t for the fact that he heard the door opening. The fennec pulled his feet off the ground, hissing under his breath as he tried to hide himself even more.
God, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad.
If Ally had done what he thought she’d done, then the whole idea of Jorah as a fantasy on the internet was going to turn into reality. The very idea of bowing and bending over for the shark was…
Okay, fuck, there was something hot about being the butt-slut of someone else, and the fact that it would be hate-sex that he was getting paid for was hot, too, but that was going to get everyone in trouble if anyone found out. He could – he could get fired, and then Jorah might get fired, too, and then the shark would come after him, and –
“Your heart rate is increasing,” Ally said in a quieter voice.
“Shut up,” he whispered.
“You need to calm down.”
“Calm down?” he hissed. “Calm down? You just turned me into the boss’s whore. How am I supposed to calm down right now?”
“Like this.”
He shouldn’t have asked. Ally’s hologram disappeared, and a spiral of lights, words, and shimmering images took her place. The fennec tried to look away, but no sooner had he tilted his head than –
Stare.
Enjoy.
Indulge.
Smile.
The words floated up through the spiral along with images of his own rump, crafted and adjusted and airbrushed to look as sensual as anything that might have been posted online. He stared, unable to look away, his shoulders going limp as the lights sparked something in his head. It was almost like they were little signals to specific parts of his mind, making him relax as different neurons fired in response.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Pulse.
The lights on his phone continued to spin and swirl, and the words kept coming up. He’d see a spiral, a hint of his own asshole, his cheeks spread by unseen hands, and the spirals spun along that flexing pucker as –
Stare.
Enjoy.
Indulge.
Smile.
A smile was growing on the sides of his face as the forced relaxation rippled through him. His vision was consumed incrementally by the spiral, feeling like everything was turning the same purple-pink as the spiral in his view. He just…he kept staring, unable to look away, feeling like he was seeing some of the sexiest stuff in the world.
Stare.
Enjoy.
Indulge.
Smile.
Clench.
Clench. He clenched, alright, his inner walls squeezing on nothing as he stared into the spiral. It made his cock jump, his breath catching in his throat as he realized how empty he was. He felt…
He felt needy.
Stare.
Enjoy.
Indulge.
Smile.
Clench.
The commands came again, and he clenched again, and again, and again. Each time, he was made more and more aware of the emptiness inside of him, how little he had done to train himself. He was supposed to get a cock back there, to have something under his tail, to enjoy the feeling of someone over him. That was his fantasy, and he had done nothing for that.
But now…
His smile continued to grow as he leaned forward, staring at his own ass in the middle of the spiral. That was a slippery, lewd thing. Not like his own, not quite, not without the experience of most other foxes on the bottom, but he could learn. He could be like that. He could be a good little slut. Someone that clenched on cocks instead of nothing.
The spiral turned, and he fell further into its spell. He reached back, groping himself as the phone continued to glow on his lap.
Stare.
Enjoy.
Indulge.
Smile.
Clench.
Serve.
Serve. That was the important one. Service was the name of the game, the way that the job worked. Foxes served, and foxes served better than anyone else. They were made for it. Little drones, little creatures that were meant to be put under dicks, used for the pleasures of others. He was supposed to throw himself forward, bend over, show off his ass for anyone with a cock and let them use him. He was supposed to put his tongue out for any ass that wanted to sit on his face. He was supposed to –
The spirals stopped. Starly blinked, rubbing his eyes. Everything came crashing down, and for a moment, he couldn’t even breathe. All he could do was stare straight ahead, huffing, panting.
“What…what just…”
“You are calm now,” Ally said, reappearing in front of him.
“…What did you just do to me?”
“I calmed you down.”
“But what –”
Buzz buzz.
Ally reached out and pulled the text from the phone, somehow unrolling it like a courtier from a movie in a medieval time. It was from Jorah, of course, and Starly’s cheeks burned as he read it.
Get your ass to the office. We have terms to go over.
“Fuck.”
“You will enjoy this, Master.”
“But –”
“Do not keep him waiting.”
There was something to the way that she said it that made him feel almost like a whore being sent by their madam to a client. It was…oddly hot.
#
Starly closed the office door behind him. The blinds to the rest of the office were already down, and Jorah stood at his desk rather than sitting behind it. The great white shark fixed him with a stare that almost pinned him to the door, and –
Fuck…fuck…fuck…
The fennec’s imagination was running wild already, but seeing the twin bulges down the shark’s pants was not making it any easier. His cheeks burned hotter still as his hole felt empty, his tail trying to rise higher and higher as he imagined what those would feel like. He’d never felt anything like this around his boss before, but then again, he’d never seen his boss showing off like this before, either.
“I’ve been thinking, Starly.”
Whipping his eyes back up, the fennec did his best to keep his focus on the matter at hand, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Ally had said. Being turned into a sex-toy for the boss –
No way. She was lying. She couldn’t – she wouldn’t –
But she was disconnected from the work network. She didn’t belong to the company anymore. She belonged to him. She cared for him. And that meant –
“I wanted to talk about some new…responsibilities for you,” Jorah said.
“…Okay, sir.”
“Foxes never settle in well to regular office work, from what I’ve seen,” the shark said, pacing around his desk, that long tail swaying back and forth, his shoes clearly barely fitting his large feet as he walked. “They’re too focused on something other than work. They need…something solid, something hard, something that’ll hold their attention for hours on end. And I think that computer work just isn’t the sort of thing to do that for you.”
“Sir, I can –”
“Shut up.”
He had little choice in the matter; his heart was already in his throat, and it took everything he had to talk around it. The slightest bit of force from Jorah shut him down instantly, and he…he kinda liked the forcefulness.
The shark stopped at the front of his desk, leaning back so he could lay the flats of his palms against it. That forced his hips forward, of course, and Starly’s eyes went down, up, down, up, almost like a yo-yo from face to cocks and back again.
What’s wrong with me? Starly thought. Why…why do I want…why am I just staying here?
It was all fantasy. He wasn’t supposed to go through with this. This wasn’t the sort of fox that he was. He was better than the stereotype, wasn’t he?
Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe…
Maybe there was a part of him that needed this.
The fennec didn’t move as the shark reached down to his pants zipper. He didn’t look away as it went down, and he didn’t fight it when his tail went up and his cock throbbed in his pants when those two cocks were fished out. There was no shocked outrage, no threat to go to HR to sue the shark for some sort of sexual harassment. All he felt was an urge that completely overpowered everything else that he had ever imagined in the bedroom.
Stare.
Enjoy.
Indulge.
Smile.
Clench.
Serve.
Starly took a step forward, then another, and another, each one making it easier than the one before. He couldn’t stop; those cocks drew him on in a way that nothing else ever had. There was a faint feeling of purple-pink around his vision, something that didn’t belong, but he didn’t care. Those…those cocks…
He was on his knees before he knew it, his hands reaching for the shafts. They were hard already, eight inches long each, and both of them thick enough to fill a fist easily. He squeezed at their bases, slowly turning his head up to stare at his boss.
“You keep me happy with your hands and holes, and I’ll give you a 25% bonus to your paycheck. You start boring me…”
The threat was still there. Jorah wasn’t better, he was just…hotter. Hotter and fucking sexier, that was for fucking sure. Starly squeezed the bases of each shaft, tilting them toward his face. The thick scent of cock and the softer odor of pre-cum filled his nose, and a shiver ran down his spine in a way that he had only ever imagined in the past.
Foxes were meant to serve.
Foxes were meant to bend.
Foxes were meant to be fucked.
The spirals in his eyes grew brighter as he looked up, and he saw them reflected in Jorah’s gaze. He pulled both tips to his mouth, opening his jaws wide and letting them rest on his tongue. The flow of pre-cum never stopped. If anything, it grew stronger…and stronger…and stronger.
Starly leaned forward, letting them push into his mouth. One, then the other, then back to the first. He didn’t know where the skill at bobbing his head along cocks came from, but it felt good. The shark groaned overhead, and he knew that he was doing well enough to keep Jorah happy, at least. His paycheck would be much better this time. Much, much better.
Suck.
Serve.
Swallow.
He bobbed down to the base of one shaft, stroking the other one hard. The spirals pulled him deeper and deeper, and soon, he thought of nothing but cock.
The End
Summary: Starly gets to work and ends up finding out more of what Ally can do.