The Wrong Order (IrishWolf and Far eyes)
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				Title: <strong>The Wrong Order (IrishWolf and Far eyes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 10:59:05</strong>
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				<em>"And in other news, the launch of the second Martian colony ship as been delayed. After the discovery of rich mineral deposits under New Rome and the claims Sol Unlimited made to them, lawyers for the colonists preparing to move to the second colony site, New Sparta, have been arguing round the clock with Sol Unlimited officials, trying to make sure that colonists, have first claim to any resources they find under the biodomes or the surround area. Sol has announced in a press conference that the ship wont launch until the details are all ironed out but that they are confident that the colonists will see that resources claims made by the company are valid, considering the cost in setting up the colonies. Spokesmen for the colonist said earlier today...."</em><br><br>The holographic image of three news anchors disappeared with a soft click, not because the projectors need to make a sound but because it was pleasing to humans. Andrew stood up and stretched, in the lazy fashion of one with nothing to do. Soft pops and cracks escaped his joints, so faint he barely heard them, as his lean body flexed. While his job as a supervisor at a Sol Unlimited factory, producing heavy mining equipment, wasn't very physical, he kept in decent enough shape with a couple pieces of exercise equipment. Fair of skin with a slight tan, his face was vaguely squarish, with a strong jaw and intelligent hazel eyes. his shortly cut hair was a dark brown in color and would cut if allowed to grow much longer. Normally clean shaven for work, he had let his daily shave slip by, leaving the stubble to it's own devices, for a little while anyways. What was a vacation if you didn't relax a little? <br><br>Yawning slightly, despite having slept in this morning and the sun was high in the sky, he glanced at his watch. It was nearly ten in the morning and a slight thrill ran through him. According to all of the emails and updates to the arrival of his order, it should be getting to his small house soon. Jolted with sudden energy, he idly brushed at the plain blue tee shirt he was wearing, not because his causal wear needed to be straightened but just for something for his hands to do. Shoving the still twitching digits into the pockets of his jeans, he strolled towards the kitchen, was the just loud enough chime of the door bell echoed through the building. Half running and half trying to slow down, he sped towards the front door. Skidding to a stop, to took a few breaths to came down and reached for the handle.<br><br>"Mr. Richardson?" asked a delivery man, holding a clipboard, as soon as the door opened.<br><br>"Thats me" said Andrew, smiling slightly.<br><br>"Just sign this" said the delivery man, offering the board and a pen before taking both back with a signature, "And we're all set. I'll wheel in the case and your new pet will be ready to wake up."<br><br>It was just one of many deliveries for this fellow, as he walked back to the van and opened the backdoor. Reaching in, he easily pulled out a large, coffin shaped metallic box, with wheels on two corners. Grasping two handles, near the corners without wheels, he pushed the rather heavy thing across the driveway and into the house, the door being held open by the owner. Setting the box down on the floor of the kitchen, he straightened up and pulled a small packet of papers from within his jacket. Handing them to Mr. Richards, he nodded and left, whistling softly.<br><br>Andrew closed the door behind the delivery man and turned back to look at the shinny coffin on his floor. Taking a steadying breath, he scanned through the paperwork he had been given, looking for the page with instructions to open the box. Within the transportation container was a Pet, a generically altered being, which was normally humanoid, unless you wanted to spend extra for something more centaur like. A mixture of DNA from human and animals, these Pets had few rights and could be sold, either as companions or for heavy labor. The metallic coffin was designed for their shipment, keeping the pet in a gentle sleep until they could be handed over. Finding what he was looking for, he lifted the cover from a concealed panel and tapped in a cod. A soft hissing sound escaped the container, as it stopped the flow of drugs to it's occupant. A few minutes passed, letting the Pet wake up a little, just as the instructions said it would and then were was a pop, as the locks disengaged. <br><br>Reaching down, he slipped his fingers into the slight crack running the length of the container and lifted it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wrong Order (IrishWolf and Far eyes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Far eyes</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 12:49:09</strong>
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				The lid was actually a lot lighter then it looked or one might have assumed from the weight of the whole thing. Opening up there was a bit of a gooey foam like substance sticking to it still but it was slowly dissolving away. The Casket like box was oddly large though for the cute little cat girl model? Perhaps the boxes were just uniform size?<br><br>The foam gel like substance slowly turned transparent and a thin cheep peace of intelligent paper flashed a few lines from the manual with a soft pink of warning a pre recorded female voice speaking “.. please allow for the process to auto complete, the process will be complete when the foam dries and dissolves fully.. “ then it just looped the icon for a mute function popping up with ‘this might take a few minutes’ scrolling at the top and bottom of the small cheep screen.<br><br>A few minutes later the substance had paled from the dark red to a pale half transparent pink slowly flaking and dissipating turning into something that looked like a bubble bath that had hardened. The form was now faintly discernable and.. it did not look bunny like. In fact the slender feminine form in the large casket was curled slightly to fit in a sort of elegant S shape the view still opaque giving a good idea of her flexible spine, full breasts long limbs a slender face and long hair with something that looked like short horns. More of the foam dissolved slowly to the point ware it now mostly stuck to body parts here and there the corners of the box and the creature inside shivered, large eyes blinked and opened <br><br>The body inside was tall and slender curvaceous long curvy legs elegant and shapely a firm heart shaped bottom, flared hips in a way that would be anatomically improbable on any human breasts that seemed both almost to big for the slender creature but also visually and tacitly perfect a mix of subtle firmness and soft silky smoothness despite the subtly scaled look that turned white on the belly and breasts between her legs and her inner thighs the underside of the long reptilian tale.<br><br>She blinked again, looking dazed and a little slow still. The hair was a long sheath of smooth silky blackness the horns were indeed just that something like ram horns perhaps then curved back in something that was obviously a design decision. She reached up movement still clumsy long elegant narrow hands tipped with claw like nails. The beautifully made face slowly took on a more animated look as she blinked at her new master. Her head tilted, confused for only a moment then the bonding process was done.. this was master he was the best thing. The ‘pets’ had very simple base programming obedience, the incapability of harming a human even to the point of the preclusion of anything like self defense a rudimentary schooling in basic areas they knew how to handle simple things and keep basic hygiene and had a core deep need for approval of the person they linked to.<br><br>She blinked smiling showing smooth white small sharp teeth then curled, stretched and flowed out of the box in a manner that was half athletic elegance half something fluid and oddly feline or perhaps serpentine in the way she easily stretched moved and set her self into a natural stance that had no shame in the display of her body. She was quiet tall maybe a bit over 2m large breasts a long tail feet that did not work like human ones more feline perhaps but with the same kind of long elegant look like her hands had. <br><br>She seemed confused for a few breaths then her mouth opened and in a soft voice that was something between song like seduction and silken seduction she asked ‘master?” there seemed to be an air of confusion still about her while the crate she had come in shut down for the final time and was already folding in on its self the process something akin to rotting only without any smell or byproduct<br>
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