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Formal Arrangements

By Bluevirage

S he had been minding her business, doing her usual thing of lazing about her apartment in panties and a tube top when the door slid open and armed men entered unbidden. She would have liked to have said she put up a fight, but the ganja had been good that day and she shrugged and suggested they at least grab a pair of her shorts as they carried her out after cuffing her wrists and ankles.

They did follow her suggestion and grabbed a pair of shorts for her to wear. And after arriving where they took her via a long car ride involving transportation elevators between city-tower levels she was given a chance to put on the shorts as well as a simple black dress. A woman appeared suddenly, she was pointedly ignoring the wrist cuffs that remained dangling from a single wrist of her subject and did her thing applying makeup.

She applied various powders and paints to the canine fur to make her client/abductee look downright gorgeous in a matter of minutes. Of course the woman had told her to hold her breath and close her eyes before moving brushes and makeup appliers over her fur faster than she had thought anyone could move.

In the end she looked properly beautiful and was escorted by two men each holding one of her muscular arms."What about the cuffs?" After the wrist cuff and ankle cuffs were completely removed by the bodyguards she was walked between the two beefy men into a building from a hidden entrance constructed within another smaller business they had walked into with the canine between their burly arms.

She did not resist mostly due to the weed in her system and mostly due to the fact that they did not appear to want to murder her yet. Besides, she was bored and they did dress her up not unlike an expensive prostitute. So she would bide her time and listen to whomever they brought her before politely before telling them to go fuck themselves if they said anything she did not like.

She did note that said business appeared to be a clothing shop, and likely where her dress came from since she saw duplicates hanging from a rack. Her eyes widened at the prices she spied, and she then realized with a stroke of her fingers over a bit of the material covering her legs that it was silken indeed. Just like the tag she read had claimed that also asked for a high purchase price.

She was quickly ushered through another hidden entrance in the rear of the clothing shop. Though they moved quickly she kept track of how many buildings she had passed through. Finally they appeared to be entering into an interior space designed like a fancy eating place. Stone carved floors, high ceilings with chandeliers hanging from them, people wearing expensive clothing surrounded her at tables where they ate and spoke in subdued tones.

It was like a funeral dinner where everyone kept their mouths shut about how much the deceased was really an asshole or a slut. The funerals the canine went to were weird like that.

It was a proper restaurant she reminded herself, so she decided to attempt to try and censor herself just a little when speaking. As she was quickly walked over to a table and allowed to sit once her chair was pulled out for her. She adjusted her three intimate buddies, the silken material of her clothing rubbing against her fur and sheath having aroused her slightly during the journey. That out of the way she looked at the man she was seated across from.

The man wore a dress suit, a bright black shirt and slacks with polished shoes she spied reflected off of the sunglasses one of his bodyguards wore. His bodyguards were dressed similarly, though they wore long coats over their weapons. Swords, katanas, rapiers, and the like, rested in sword belts looped around larger hip holsters for sidearms of various types.

"I want to hire you to fuck my son, carry his child, or children whatever the case may be in the biological sense. And if you so choose, continue to be his mate for however long you choose after the birth of at least one heir." the man said without meeting his guest's eyes and telling her why she was there.

"Why would I do this?" she asked.

The man slid a tablet computer commonly called a slate from an internal jacket pocket in his suit. He unfolded it twice, the segmented unit growing rigid as it was unfurled. He quickly applied his credentials via fingerprint and DNA scan to the device and gave it a few commands via swift finger input. A number appeared and the man tapped the screen to cause it to pop up as a holographic display a few inches across as if to emphasize it.

"Ms. Ember, I wish to pay you well for this service." the man said.

"You know my name, what about yours?" Deci Ember, she was certain the AI that had named her had a sense of humor, asked without much mirth in her voice. "I would like the man that is attempting to whore me out to his kin to at least introduce himself properly."

The man locked eyes with Deci, his strange eyes were obviously mechanical as the mechanical parts inside of his pupils rotated and slid against each other dozens of times a second to render whatever he looked at in crystal clear high definition clarity. He still said nothing for a long moment.

"Sertin, Sertin Realm." he said with a soft sigh as if annoyed that he was not more well known. "You owed me a million hours, a debt I have wiped as an apology for abducting you from your apartment." Sertin smirked, no mirth was on his face as he continued to speak. "Though from the smell, I am certain you were rather comfortable."

"Well I was finger-banging myself before my abduction...oh you meant weed not pussy, because you look like you have not gotten any since you had your son, Sertin." Deci had no idea who the man was, but it was likely, very likely, that he had purchased a debt she had raked up with a corporation backed by a Militia Clan or owned by one, it did not matter, but she had owed them big.

To their credit the men flanking the table and pointedly ignoring its occupants conversation said nothing. However Sertin looked like he wanted to slap Deci before a real smile crept over his handsome features.

"I did not hear a no to being a whore as you put it." he countered.

Deci took in the establishment around her a bit more. It was the type of formal attire place she expected to be frequented by corporation types and they, like the rest of the Citizens of New Landon, were the property of Lady Eurynome via contracts they signed upon reaching the age of majority; or passing the Adult Competency Exam (ACE) at an earlier age.

Corporation types usually acted like wealthy, entitled, royal assholes of old, only no one really paid them no mind except when it came to contracts they themselves created and issued. Usually involving manufacturing between themselves, other Citizens, and Lady Eurynome herself.

Some were even lead by Militia Clans, so they had armed force powers as well and thus could employ larger groups of fighters and even call them Enforcers granted they included Militia Clan or MC before their title of Enforcer.

However since politics were a strange world within New Landon given that Lady Eurynome had everyone by their balls or leash in the case of the nicer pets/Citizens she owned; she rarely _neutered_any troublesome corporations.

Deci looked at the wait staff and spotted nothing but Basics among them as well as the dining crowd. She was the only Alterhuman within the establishment and it unnerved her; it unnerved her so much she wanted to leave. But the money, the debt being resolved, her instincts told her to at least listen to the man sitting across from her starting to enjoy a salad.

"Are you cheap or health conscious?" Deci smiled, her light brown ears flicking as she picked up the tinkling of ice in a wine glass from a nearby table that lacked the adornments of bodyguards that her table did.

"I was raised by the state like you, so we are siblings in the sense that our grandmother is Lady Eurynome." Sertin stabbed a leaf of lettuce and inserted it slowly into his mouth. He had prominent fangs and the way he ate told Deci that he was not comfortable with them.

"The fangs must be new." she noted aloud.

"Observant, I am trying to get used to eating with them. They are designed to paralyze prey for breeding purposes." Sertin noted the look Deci gave him with her amber colored eyes. "I am a late bloomer P3 wise; and like you I am a half-breed Eurtilian, hatched from an egg same as you. Parents unknown but likely still fucking and producing children they give to the state."

The bitterness was palatable, relateable even, but Deci looked at Sertin calmly. "Stop the pity party and just go to a private exclusive clinic for wealthy people like yourself and get the power suite test done; get to know what Paranormal Power Package you may be looking forward to or dreading."

"Already did, these eyes? They need to come out since new organic ones are trying to grow in, even now they are small, pea-sized and pushing against-"

Deci held up her furry hands and shook her head. "I understand we are bonding over being orphans, kinda, but that is weird stuff that should be saved for funny wedding dinner chatter." Deci poked the table and grinned. "So, what does your son look like? And does he know about," Deci pointed at her groin. "The Decimator?"

"I have no clue what my son enjoys since I rather avoid his presence these days due to...things best spoken of elsewhere. I do however know that he likes you, and-"

"Is he a fatty? Because I like cushion for pushing. You know cause I have a di-"

"I understand we have bonded over being orphans, Deci, but please keep such commentary to more subdued locations." Sertin partially parroted back to Deci with a slight frown as he noticed a few diners snickering at her loud words.

"Whatever,"Deci said with a roll of her eyes. "I need dainty bedroom breeder whore classes or something." Deci slouched in her chair and casually threw a furry arm over its back. "Can I get something to eat? Or do I get to see you mow that bowl of law clippings down during our entire negotiation?"

Sertin summoned a waiter with a raised hand and motioned to Deci to speak. Deci just looked at the man, he had a perfect tan, light almost golden brown eyes, and a soft smile. A long moment passed before he spoke to the befuddled Alterhuman woman.

"Whatever you would like prepared can be brought before you after a wait." the waiter said softly.

_Don't say you, don't say you, don't say you._Deci awkwardly smiled back and said, "I want to toss your salad."

The man, not skipping a beat easily replied, "Tossed salad, and?"

Deci swallowed as Sertin just glared at her as if she had lost her damn mind. "I like fish a lot, so..."

"We have lab farmed, river captured, and rooftop pond farmed salmon steaks available. They say the open air and sunlight not reflected a million billion times to illuminate the interior spaces of our home, gives rooftop pond salmon a taste closer to that found in wild salmon." the waiter smiled.

"I totally want to bang you," Deci blurted out.

"I can ensure the dish will be spicy."

The canine gripped the sides of the clothed table. "I am so sorry that my internal censoring brain mechanisms are failing; you are pretty, handsome, and I wanna bang you."

"Sorry, Mr. Realm," the man smiled. "I had to do it."

"Yes, yes, but I have no intention of sleeping with this young lady, Samuel." Sertin dabbed at a bit of dressing on his lip with a napkin. "So you can turn off your de-censorship power, please."

"Say what?" Deci blinked at Samuel as he walked away to place her order.

"He has the power to induce truthfulness in people he locks eyes with. I tried to hire him as a negotiation aide once; he said he took a payout from the state to take up less...corporate war causing work.

"Be that as it may, I saw the details of that contract he signed, and I know a renewal option is coming up. I have spent a portion of the money I would have liked to procure his services with on obtaining and thus forgiving your debt; the bidding war is going to be fierce for him so I do hope I have enough left in the pot to bet on that young man and his power."

"I thought espers, mind-readers, could do that stuff?"

"Thought capture, or rather mind-reading details are not legally admissible under most corporate agreements. Lady Eurynome may not have any true law within New Landon save her word, but we have made it a point to pioneer the art of New Landon contracting. Which, you ran afoul of yourself, Deci."

Deci sighed and lowered her head. "So, Samuel softens up dates by causing them to say what is on their mind." Deci looked at Sertin. "Does he charge for it?"

"No, but he does take tips." Sertin grinned before drinking from a glass of water.

Deci blushed underneath her fur, certain that the heat radiating from her cheeks would give her away if one were to touch her face. "So, back to your son...and this whole payment thing."

"If you accept the terms, you will get that total in installments over the course of a year. If you do decide to marry my son after having a single child; a bonus will be credited to a private credit account in your name. From then on you will be expected to produce heirs as frequently as you and my son like but you must have at least four heirs." the man took another sip of water and dabbed at his lower lip with his napkin to catch a droplet of water. "Though, I am certain that will be easy enough given our breeding." Sertin slid an actual photograph across the table produced from another pocket in his finely tailored suit.

Deci looked at the picture of the man's only child and winced. "Why is he so fat? I mean, I can see myself riding that into next week after sitting on his face for an hour while watching a non-pornographic movie to really see if he can get me off without me using external stimulation." Deci made jerking motions with her hand while thumping the underside of the table with her other.

Sertin was not amused but grinned despite his anger at her crude commentary and gesturing. Clearing his throat he sighed and locked eyes with Deci and slightly nodded in acceptance of her words as opposed to being insulted by the truth. "Lack of physical activity is due to his...condition."

"Which is virtual world addiction?" Deci offered. "I totally can see him logging...wait, you said he knew me!" Deci racked her brain, her debt was for losing a competition, an online competition involving mech warfare and ground combat in a virtual environment.

She had her own implants removed after the tourney, regretting ever thinking herself good enough to compete after coming in second place. All the bets she had placed on herself were what had caused the debt, her corporate sponsor covered it, but expected her to still play and advertise their gear in game.

When she had her cranial implants pulled, they expected compensation for the broken contract, she told them she would pay them off at some point. That was a year ago, but she figured they would at some point sell her debt to someone at a loss; but loss was what got her into her down on her luck virtual warrior funk.

"Your son kicked my ass a year ago! No wonder he was so good, even with AI assistance programs, which are not totally allowed but how do you check without nerfing the player's brain? He must have just gave up on any real activity, just played virtual games, but to gain weight like this."

"He still came down to dinner, at least until I started avoiding same room contact with him."

"You afraid your going to jump his big bones?" Deci said cutting right to the heart of the matter.

Reading opponents translated real well to real world encounters easily once she got a feel for a person's play-style. Right now Sertin was playing slow and measured, he likely would use a trench sweeper shotgun for hand-to-hand ground combat and a lance and shield melee type mech Deci suspected.

"Something like that." the man swallowed another drink of water as he put down his fork and tapped the surface of the tablet. He then entered in a series of commands using finger swipes and pressed project.

Deci looked at various cybernetic implants listed and realized they were her old parts. "The hell, what do you want me to do exactly?"

Sertin brought up a contract after dismissing the projection and slid the tablet closer to the canine. "Read the contract."

Her eyes swept over the contract, retrieval of subject's consciousness from virtual space popped up a few times as well. But the whole document did have a few gap for her to exploit with twisted logic.

"I could just use an electric-stimulation device on his butt to get an erection out of him and ride him cowgirl and spit out a baby or two."

"That would be rape, and frankly, really sounding like an Eurtilian stereotype right now, Deci."

"Its not illegal if no physical damage is caused to the offended party!" Deci frowned.

"And you gather nightly at public park toilets to lure women, men, and pets to their sexual bliss. That how the old stereotype goes?" Sertin countered with a smirk.

"I thought that applied to guys who fucked other guys? Eurtilians always get a bad rap for things other people do as well!"

"Technically you count as a guy, but enough banter, do you accept the terms?"

"Food, then decision!" Deci said as a server appeared with a salad that she mowed down in no time. Soon a sizzling salmon steak sat before her and she daintily ate it.

Sertin was certain she was eating that way to annoy him, making small cuts of meat with the cutlery and slowly placing it upon her tongue with a fork. He was also certain she was trying to impress him with her table manners at the same time. Once she was done she politely smiled at him. He waited for her to speak but got nothing out of her for a long moment.

"I am trying to come up with a smart way of saying 'fuck you and die in a fire if you want me to put junk in my head to get junk in my cooch for money'!" Deci said with a placid expression upon her face.

"I suspected you would react badly; well how about this, if you do not take on this job I will pay a visit to my son myself. I doubt I will control myself given that _he_shares your condition."

Deci thought about the words she just heard. "Wait, are you threatening to fuck your own herm son just to get me to become a cyborg again, dive into a virtual world, likely have to enter a tournament, win him back to the real world, bone the shit out of him, and then on top of that try not to fall in love with him while also trying to keep myself from _ripping your dick off_for saying such a thing?" Deci asked politely.

"Well when you say it like that it makes me seem like an evil, manipulating asshole." Sertin smiled. "How am I doing?"

_Do not punch, do not punch, do not Punch!_Deci thought over and over as she considered her options. "Question, why not just knock up someone else? You seem fully capable of producing an erection, since your threatening to fuck your son-daughter with one, why not make more heirs to your wonderful family line?"

"They did not grow back after the woman I loved ripped them off." Sertin said darkly. "Once my eyes come in, they might, but...."

"We may have bonded, you being evil, me being less devilish or something, but you could also just get a donor Eurtilian egg and do the ol celluar sample thing that lesbian couples do. Not as fun as anything involving cock in the process of making babies. But I hear they scissor for the fluids and cells needed so its still a fun way to make a family."

Sertin looked momentarily confused. However while he was confused Deci decided to fuck him over by signing the contract, getting his son to unplug himself from the virtual world for longer periods of time, besides vising camp stuff your face three times a day, with snack time included; all so she could plug him/be plugged by him, marry him, and continue to have these wonderful conversations with Sertin in the future. All during tense dinners while his grandchildren run around and he, chained by at least one ankle to his seat so he would not dive across the table to molest his son, easily, for the sake of his mech crushing, dream crushing, son.

"Done signing that contract." Deci said. "Will be going to get those implants put back in...it was so much fun the first time around having a headache and tender scalp for a week."

"So...my lack of insight into my own race's biology due to living as a plain human all these years has potentially painted me into a corner." Sertin pulled in a deep breath through his nose. "Just fulfill the terms of the contract; meanwhile I need to hire counter operatives to ensure failure as well as a tutor on Eurtilian biology."

"I need a ride." Deci said with a huff.

"And you shall be taken for one." Sertin replied easily as his bodyguards grabbed Deci by her arms again. They froze as she groped their balls and gently fondled them through their pants.

"Just so you know, one day, I too will be pegging you in the backseat of his car." Deci smiled. "Just so you know." Deci released her grip as the men more stiffly marched her back the way they came with Sertin following with other bodyguards flanking him.

A half an hour later Deci was being tossed from a slow moving electric car onto the sidewalk outside of a clinic. She scrambled to her feet and yelled at the vanishing vehicle. "When that tutor is fucking you in the ass, do it lubed you evil bastard!" Deci shook her head. "No one deserved to be fucked un-lubed, no one."

Dusting herself off and ignoring the Citizens that had witnessed her tirade; Deci clenched her jaw and marched into the clinic to see about a machine putting smaller machines into her brain.

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