His Lovely Pet (IrishWolf & Sara Nilsson)
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				Title: <strong>His Lovely Pet (IrishWolf &amp; Sara Nilsson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 23:21:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/18f55fea-45b2-4fe8-b009-764111092d35_zpsoqm8hzm8.jpg)</div>The interstellar yacht, Aurora, slipped from jump space, into the outer edges of Sol star system, home to the birthworld of humanity, a species which had spread across the stars. It took a few seconds, before the small crew of the spacecraft, could power down the jump drive and activate the engines, given the slight mental shock, from changing realities. Almost at once, sensors began running across local space, making sure that the ship wouldn’t crash into anything, as the comm array connected into the local data net, collecting every new update and news story.<br><br>Erix Lasson, heir to the Lasson Shipyards, a massive completes located on Mars, the first world terraformed for humanity's use, lodged in his stateroom, watching the displays floating before his eyes. It had been almost eight years, since the thirty year old had been in system, the last several years spent tour colonies and independent worlds, seeing their wonders and of course, advertising the ships built by the martian yards. So it was natural, that he was slightly out of date and he wanted to catch up, before he made planet fall on the homeworld. <br><br>And what had caught his eye, were Pets. Less then a year old, they were all the rage in high society. Humans, willingly giving up their freedoms, to be transformed into humanoid animal mixes, pampered and praised, by those who could afford to keep them. Or at least that's what every story about them said, the truth about the willingness of the so called volunteers, might be different, from public perception. The Pets themselves, all claimed to be happy volunteers but that should be taken with a grain of salt, as they were altered, all the way down to the level of DNA, who could say, what else the transformation changed in them, mentally at least.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>However, Erix had already decided he wanted one. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to be staying in Sol but he couldn’t been seen as behind the times. Besides, he was enjoying and attracted to the images of the Pets, that each company he looked, advertised. It would be nice to have someone like that, to travel with and what kind of impression could he make, when he arrived at a colony, wanting to be like Earth? He had a week, before he would reach orbit around Earth, to pick out a company to buy from and which animal he wanted to combine the girl with. <br><br>--------------------------<br><br>Eight days later, everything seemed abuzz at Moseng Genetic Unlimited. For a small, recently started company, this day was going to be one of their biggest. Not for the amount of business they had lined up but for who was coming. Eric Lasson, son of Orin Lasson, a man who all but owned Mars and controlled the shipyards, from which nearly half of all spacecraft used by humanity, were made. If they could please this young man and create his first pet, their reputation and fortunes, were nearly secured and when the shuttle signaled it’s approach, it was like a stirred anthill.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Lovely Pet (IrishWolf &amp; Sara Nilsson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 04:13:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Novyy Moscrow, near Earth orbital facility. </strong></div><br>When it was constructed it was considered the shining jewel in the Russian Empire, all the greatest in the Motherland flocked to be apart of it from the glorious Russian military to such giants as Gregorvitch Biotech. But now 73 years on the station is mostly forgotten, years of neglect with the station commander siphoning off a lot of the funds to his own bank accounts has left maintenence dangerously lacking. And with an ever increasing lax oversight the corporations have been neglecting their safety protocols as well. One of the few remaining corporations is the Chelyabinsk Kirov Plant Space Refinery Subdivision, since modern technology is ever increasingly dependant on the very expensive metachips that make jump drives possible the Chelyabinsk Kirov Plant has been making a huge profit in creating the chemicals used to etch the circuit boards. The major drawback however is the need to operate in low gravity when mixing the chemicals and of course the tiny detail that it is highly toxic with most workers dying within 10 years due to the lack of safety protocols as the fumes eat away at their lungs. But with the a large part of massive population of the Russian Empire all struggling to put food on the table new workers are never in short supply.<br><br>One such family is the Fyokhlachev family, originally they had it pretty good with Veniamin the father working at the docks as a loader and the mother worked in one of the restaurants on the lower levels as a waitress. Even with their meager salaries they managed to eek out a decent living, and even bring up a young daughter Inessa named after the grandmother on her father's side. But in one of the all too common accidents Inessa’s mother was killed in an explosion due to faulty ventilation had allowed gas from the nearby chemical vats to collect between the bulkheads. Deprived of Regina’s income the family started to struggle with the rent even as Inessa did what jobs she could, she even resorted to doing petty crimes. This brought her to the attention of not the police who could’t be bothered to care about such things but the already existing criminals. And had she had the misfortune of not being perhaps as pretty as she is she would have fared better, but the recent rise among the rich and powerful to have pets had given them a new income stream.<br><br>“shhh, now remember don’t hit her too hard! If you smash her brains in we can’t get paid!”<br><br>The man with hefting the club just glares at his companion, but there is no time for a debate on how to knock out a woman at this point. Not with their target about to round the corner, it isn’t just her long jet black hair that drew their attention to her. At nearly six feet her height alone makes her stand out, but coupled with her large breasts and narrow waist men turn to gaze at her with lust in their eyes all the time. Only the boss’ stern instructions that she must not be violated is keeping the attackers from tearing her clothes off after she so neatly sails to the deck when the club connects to her skull.<br><br>“She ok? You hit her too hard you buffoon! No wait, she seems ok. Quick give her the tranq and lets her get to the docks quickly! Oh we are going to be rich boys!”<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>One month later, Moseng Genetic Unlimited Orbital.</strong></div><br>“Look lively! He is docking now, how do I look?”<br><br>The executive officer turns to his secretary who just smiles sweetly at him and adjusts his tie. For the last two days he has been running all over like a fury making sure everything is in order, every nook and cranny was polished until it shone.<br><br>“You look fine boss, just relax. You know you scare people off when you get over eager.”<br><br>He nods at her words and turns just as the inner airlock hisses open, a big smile creeps up on his chubby face and he extends his hand. The assistants standing behind him all straighten a bit more seeing the man that can propel their company into the spotlight. Gene splicing is still a new science but the good scientists as Moseng Genetic Unlimited had after the first few hurdles had improved their technique by leaps and bounds. Sure at times it has been at high cost as the test subjects came out deformed but mercifully all subjects were sedated fully during the process so the poor souls would never wake up to see the horror that they became.<br><br>“Ah welcome welcome Master Lasson, we are humbled by your presence. I know your secretary said your time is valuable so while we would normally have a grand tour I was told to cut it a bit shorter. Please.. this way and I will show you where the magic happens. You will be pleased to hear that our genetic decoders have been upgraded just last week, we can now make the pet exactly like the client wants. I know isn’t it exciting?”<br><br>Marcus Jeong is the perfect fit for running this station, while overweight and with a propensity to sweat a little bit too much he has a keen mind and enough personal charisma to make even the most negative person feel some excitement for what he is saying. The son of an asian biotechnician and a caucasian surgeon he was early on pushed into the sciences so he actually can understand some of what is happening in the large vats of bio matter.<br><br>“It really is quite simple, well ok it is extremely complicated on the back end but for someone with good taste such as yourself it is simplicity itself. Please mind the step.”<br><br>He takes a wide step across the slightly raised door sill of another heavy blast door, when in space it is never a bad idea to have redundant blast doors specially when housing the extremely expensive gene decoders and encoders used to create the pets. He leads his young guest into a lavish office with one side made out of thick glass overlooking the laboratory.<br><br>“Please.. sit sit.. coffee? tea? A drink perhaps?”<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, relying on his secretary to supply their guest with whatever he wishes, he turns to activate a holographic table in the center of the room. At&nbsp; first it shimmers as the lasers heat up and then a generic body appears floating in midair.<br><br>“See it is simple, we have a large selection of young men and women who all have volunteered for this. As you know it is against the law to force anyone through the program, well outside of the Russian Empire that is. This allows the client to pick the base stock, and then we can mix in the desired DNA.”<br><br>As he speaks his stubby fingers fly over the keyboard and the hologram shows a large selection of animals to the side of the human.<br><br>“For instance, if we select fox like this. We can then see what our subject will look like and the client can make adjustments such as larger breasts, different fur colours and even to some degree we can influence the subjects personality. Make them more aggressive if the client wants a bodyguard, or perhaps more.. sensual.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Lovely Pet (IrishWolf &amp; Sara Nilsson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 06:11:28</strong>
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				Erix thought he was cutting quite the figure, as his shuttle came in to dock with the orbital station. As was expected of the heir to a massive industrial company, he was dressed in a finely tailored suit, the cloth blacker than night. His hair was gelled back but only with enough to give the illusion that it was naturally like that. There was stubble on his cheeks and chin, just long enough to make him look like a busy man without making him look like he was lazy. It helped when he ran into people who thought they were important enough to stop him for a conversation but really weren’t. In fact, the only people, as far as he was concerned, who had that power, were his father and highly placed government officials. <br><br>In fact, the people he used that look to brush off, were just like Marcus Jeong. who had the rare honor of being someone he wanted to talk with. So it was, when he stepped off the shuttle, he tooked the offered hand of the executive officer of Moseng Genetic Unlimited, with his own warm handshake and smile. He didn’t responded to the short speech the man gave, as he stepped aboard the station, merely nodded. His time was short after all, he was expected to visit the yards orbiting above Mars later that day. <br><br>Instead, he walked quietly behind the man, as they passed through some impressive blast doors and went on to the office. Quietly informing the secretary he was interested in a real Earth grown coffee, he stepped over to the window, to look over the laboratory. Familiar with the grand works of machines and fire, used in the industrial complexes run by his father, the inner workings of science, the tanks and computers, tubes and wire, were fascinating. Still, it did not hold his attention long, as the holograms warmed up and the business at hand, was about to begin. <br><br>“Such a selection” said Erix, turning and stepping over to the table, his eyes focusing on the long list of possible DNA options, “You know Mister Jeong, thats why I chose your company, to make my purchase at. Its rather ambitious to offer so many choices, not many of your competitors, not even the longer established ones, gives as many choices, given the greater the range the vats have to work with, the more often mistakes happen. I like that spirit through. If everything works out, I may even personally invest in your venture.” <br><br>The young heir smiled. A fortune could be made, if it was known that the Losson’s were getting their Pets from Moseng Genetic Unlimited. When people found out, that he believed in them so much, that he was personally put money into the company, well that could turn the new business into the powerhouse, for that market and beyond. Still, that hinged on if he was pleased with the product he was going to get from them. <br><br>“I’ve spent a week thinking about this” he continued, “And I would like to go with a female fox for my Pet. Standard color for a red fox, with black hair, save for a strip of lighter blue, right over the right eye.” <br><br>He paused, watching the image, as Marcus tapped on the keys, bring his requests to holographic life. A smile crossed his face and he nodded slightly, more to himself, than to man at the controls. These was just like the mental image he had created on the voyage in system and just as pleasing as he thought it would be.<br><br>“Lets enhance her bust” Erix said, softly laughing at himself, “I do enjoy a magnificent set of breasts and lets make her near my height. I’m almost six five, so maybe something like six feet for her. Now, can you make her more, sensitive to touch or make her orgasms more powerful. I am going for a very sensual pet. “ 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Lovely Pet (IrishWolf &amp; Sara Nilsson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 01:42:46</strong>
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				The secretary nods at his request and hurries to the VIP kitchen to prepare his coffee leaving the two men alone to discuss business. While Mr Jeong beamed at the praise he was getting from Mr Lasson, it was a bold strategy in deed to offer so many different animal DNAs. All thanks to their new modular system, while the other companies have their tanks set up for specific DNAs Moseng Genetic Unlimited have their Gene synthesizers as modular parts so they can be switched out. While this means the tanks are not 100% tuned to each DNA so there is a slightly higher risk of accidents they deem it worthwhile. After all there is a huge demand for pets and this way they can offer a greater variety as well as create them much faster while only having a slightly higher rate of accidents. And since each subject is in a coma during the whole procedure in case of an accident they won't ever wake up from that to experience the pain that such accidents cause.<br><br>As Mr Lasson starts describing what he wants Jeong’s fingers dance across the keyboard adding the specifications, and as soon as the DNA base of fox is picked out workers down at the tanks start filling one of them with the saline solution in which the subject will be floating and the fox sequencer is installed.<br><br>“Ahh a very good pick Sir, we have a girl that might suit your taste as a base. As you know height is what takes the longest to change, having to cut every bone and add more takes a while. But we have a fresh volunteer that is just the right height. Let me bring up her image for you Sir.”<br><br>A few more strokes of the keys brings up an image of Inessa laying naked on a hospital bed with a tube running up her nose and two more attached to her arm. Her hair is neatly brushed and spread out across her pillow, all minor scars on her body removed from her from the treatment they already done.<br><br>“She recently volunteered and we have just finished the regeneration as she had minor damage to her lungs from breathing in toxic fumes. We haven’t even had time to wake her up from that yet.”<br><br>Of course they have no plans to wake her up as they know fully well she never volunteered. But no need to tell Lasson that, after the procedure she won't remember anything anyway.<br><br>“Fully pure of course, we would never use a girl that isn’t virgin for a distinguished gentleman such as yourself Sir.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Lovely Pet (IrishWolf &amp; Sara Nilsson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>27-09-2015, 03:36:46</strong>
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				Erix took a long moment to look at the image floating before him. Slowly, his dark brown eyes roamed over the raven haired Russian girl, as if he was drinking in everything she was, a last testament in his mind before she was transformed into something new. There was a slight smile on his lips, when Mr. Jeong mentioned she was fully pure. Of course she was. Of course he was accusing the man of lying, even in the mental confines of his mind but if someone could have their lungs regenerated, just how hard could it be to make a girl seem like she was a virgin? Not that hard, he was sure. <br><br>“It almost seems a pity” he said instead, reaching out and running his fingers along the hologram of the sleeping girl, “To change such a beauty but I think she will do nicely. Her chest won't need too much enhancement, thats for sure. Her tits can’t be a cup size or two away from what I want.” <br><br>He was chuckling softly, when the secretary returned with his coffee. Taking the offered cup, the heir to the Lasson fortunes and business empire, sat down across from Mr. Jeong and took a slip. A look of contented happiness crossed his features, as he drank real coffee for the first time in years. Some things, no matter how good the soil or water was on alien worlds, were never as good, as those grown on the homeworld. Something might be better but not coffee. He knew people who would argue for hours about wine from this planet or that one or any number of crops but everyone, at least in his circle of friends, agreed about the coffee. <br><br>“From what I’ve read” Erix continued after his long sip, “The transformation process takes about one standard Earth day. Am I correct or do you have different methods for that too? In either case, I want to be kept up to date on her progress, especially if it looks like she might be done early. I want to be the first thing she sees, when she wakes up, even before your people give her an exam.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Lovely Pet (IrishWolf &amp; Sara Nilsson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 23:36:33</strong>
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				Mr. Jeong watches the young man slowly run his fingers over the hologram as if almost touching the russian woman depicted there, not for the first time does the thought of offering the clients a touch of their future pet before the procedure pop into his brain. But he still hasn’t worked out how to make that happen when he knows most of the girls would be quite upset to find out their fate, and the price hike he would have to put if they were to change the brain already before putting the subject into the tank for the main procedure doesn’t seem quite worth it.<br><br>“But of course, we will send you constant updates on the progress. Yes it takes roughly a day, there is a slight variations depending on the amount of changing to the bone structure and how well the subject takes to the new DNA. But according to the projected timers then she should be done in 22 hours plus minus an hour.”<br><br>He swallows down hard trying to hide his nervousness, he would have liked being able to say it will take two days in case there is a problem then they could just switch out the russian girl for someone else and redo the procedure. So it all hinges on this one girl, they better get it right so he makes a mental note to tell the technicians to be all over the readouts like white on rice.. <br><br>“We will keep her sedated then when we take her out of the tank so the first thing she sees is you, that should help her imprint on you. Which brings up, you said you want a sensual pet. Do you want us to make her especially submissive or say sexual? Some of our clients like to have the pets be really.. shall we say eager for personal attention.”<br><br>As they speak the technicians are wheeling the young girl into the main room where a young nurse instantly starts to attach sensors to her body, as each little sensor is attached more and more of the monitors surrounding the tank being filled light up with her vital signs. Heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen levels, EEG and so on. Each monitor is double checked before she is slowly lowered into the tank, the doctor constantly hovering nearby double and triple checking every little detail. They know how important this deal is for the company, Mr. Jeong has stressed that enough in the days leading up to the visit. So as the young russian girl sinks below the surface of the saline solution and they lock the heavy lid in place the doctor mumbles a silent prayer that this one won't be one of those that end up as a mewling monster.<br><br>“oh and will you need clothes or collars for the pet? Or any other requests before the gene splicers start up, after that we can’t do any changes to the template until it has run its course.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Lovely Pet (IrishWolf &amp; Sara Nilsson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>17-10-2015, 03:48:32</strong>
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				“No” said Erix, after a moment of consideration, “I’d like to go with pure red fox for my first. If things go well, I’ll be back for more...exotic combinations.” <br><br>The young man smiled at Mr. Jeong, leaving the mild threat in the air. Well, it was more of a warning, mixed with a promise. If Moseng Genetic Unlimited could deliver, he was going to be in the market for more pets and he would buy from them. These new pets would be more challenging to create and if those could be pulled off, their reputation was going to skyrocket, even more so than the first boost from his praising of his first pet. If they couldn’t on the other hand, he was still going to be looking for more and he would turn to their competitors, companies which would cackle with glee to see them blunder and who would swoop in like wretched vultures, to clean them of assets. <br><br>“As for clothing” he continued, after another sip of the coffee, “She won't need any at first and when she does, I will have it custom fitted for her. I know some very talented people and hopefully, I will be putting you on that list. Don’t worry about a collar, I have already placed an order for one and I will be bring it with me tomorrow.”<br><br>“Like I said earlier” Erix said, after a few moments considering the other question, “I want her extra sensitive, with powerful orgasms. Eager to please, flirty and loving to show off would be good traits as well. Maybe an oral fixation. As much as I enjoy women like that, she will also be an ambassador for you, Mr. Jeong. I will be bring her out to the colonies with my, on my tours. You find yourself with enough orders to make it worth your while to book passage for pets onboard smaller interstellar freighters or even investing in delivery ships yourself. Of course, if you do, I hope you would choose Lasson Shipyards, for any hulls.” <br><br>“Thank you for your time Mr. Jeong” he said, after finishing his coffee and allowing the man to make any notes into the creation of his pet, before standing up and offering his hand, “And I will see you in twenty hours.” <br><br>--------------------------<br><br>Roughly twenty hours later, once again the shuttle was docking with Moseng Genetic Unlimited orbital station. There had been a flurry of messages transmitted through it, keeping Erix Lasson up to date with his pet’s creation and everything seemed to be going smoothly, or at least thats how it appeared and how’d it better be. <br><br>When the hatch unsealed and the Heir of Mars, as he was sometimes called stepped out, he was dressed much before, in a similar suit. However, this time he carried a small package under one arm and a bottle in one hand. The bottle was from a farflung colony, which hard fruits very close to grapes and made wine, which put the oldest of French vintages to shame. The stuff wasn't even available on Earth yet. 
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