Walk A Mile: Covert Ops: Rise of Morgoth
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Walk a Mile: Covert Ops: Rise of Morgoth
By Von Krieger
"Just think of it, gentlemen, what you all could accomplish with only the smallest effort. You would never have to worry about your underlings betraying you. Once you acquired a whore, she would never attempt to run away, never catch a disease, never become inconveniently pregnant, and be perfectly content to fuck and suck her life away in a brothel." Morgoth says proudly.
The small lavender lizard was a crime boss of low standing, controlling a scant few city blocks, at least until a few days prior. Truthfully he was only present so that the other bosses could see who the power hungry bastard was that snatched up a rival's territory the moment he seemingly vanished from sight without a trace.
"Just think about the possibilities. Having enforcers at your disposal who due to their altered genetics are able to take on a suit of powered armor naked, and win. You could even alter an individual to naturally produce certain lucrative chemical compounds in large amounts. No longer do you have to be at the mercy of money hungry suppliers who insist upon a greater and greater share of the profits."
His eyes gleamed; the tip of his tail seemed to flop around like a landed fish. His excitement and eagerness to tell of the new technology he had acquired was obvious to all who could see or hear him.
"Just look at my results, gentlemen, I've managed to turn Sector 57 from a perennial loss factory, into a multimillion credit operation in only three short months! And just watch how Sector 66 blossoms under my management."
The lizard's grin was huge. Maybe that was the problem. Perhaps things would have been different if he'd taken a more toned down, serious approach. Perhaps if he hadn't shown such a great enjoyment in his work things would have worked out better.
Boss Cade stood up, the thin, bony skunk with a look of disinterest on his face. "All this genetic re-engineering crap is fine and good, but with the stuff you're talking about, you're looking at major cash going to one of the professional corporations. It leaves a trail and it brings in outsiders. I bet you're going to be chilling in stasis by the end of the month the way you're doing things. I don't want to hear any more about your little pet project. Take your sawed off lizard hard-on for gene-freaks and get the hell out of my sight. Ain't no one here that wants to be dragged down with you." He said in a chilly tone of voice.
Morgoth's tail stopped twitching, his smile vanished, the lizard flinched as if he'd been struck, his mouth moved, but no words came out. He jumps down from the chair on which he'd been standing and slunk out of the conference room, shock a disappointed radiating from his four foot frame.
-o-
"GODS DAMMIT!" Morgoth yelled, smashing his fist against the side of a plastisteel cylinder. Kriegan could swear she heard bones break. She slunk down in her chair, trying her best to make herself unnoticeable.
"BUNCH OF SHORT SIGHTED OLD FUCKS!" he snarled, ignoring the blood that was pouring from his skinned knuckles.
Morgoth spun and pointed a well manicured claw at Kriegan, the frightened Leiaou geneticist wincing. It wasn't a good idea to be the center of Morgoth's attention when he was in a rage.
"You! You're going to fix me up a special little project, you hear me? If they're not going to listen to reason, then I'm going to have to force them to listen. Subject is a forty year old male; species is whatever the hell you call those fuckers from that solar system with the shit load of planets that got seeded by the anthropomorphication virus that some ancient race stuffed in a comet. End product is full on whore protocol, complete memory wipe, complete personality realignment, hell, toss in that bio-rubber mod you were working on." Morgoth growled, his hand dripping blood onto the lab floor.
"I... I... can't. It's not... ethical. I can't change someone against their will!" Kriegan protested.
Morgoth smiled. The display made the Leiaou shiver.
"I don't care about ethics, and neither should you. After all, the ethical thing to do with you would be to give the Leiaou Genetic Oversight Committee the dirt on what you've been up to, you half-male freak. You think they'd care where the information came from? All that matters to them is if it's true, and with all I have of you on film, computer records, and the location of the actual equipment with your prints and hair all over the place, it's pretty damn easy to see how true it is."
Kriegan recoiled in horror, "You don't understand, if you do that then..."
The smile widened. "Then your life is over. They go to your home world, destroy the records of your birth. They wipe your name out from every single piece of documentation they ever have. All digital confirmation of your existence vanishes. Your family, your friends, they abandon you, they deny that you ever existed."
"Anything you own, they'll take away. Any job you have, they'll make sure you don't keep. Any chance at love or romance gets poisoned right from the start. The only way you'll ever manage to find income is to perform what's damned near slave labor. The only place you'll ever be able to live is a complete shithole in one of the contaminated sectors."
"Anything you enjoy, they'll go out of their way to ruin. Day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year you'll be alone. You'll work your fingers to the bone. The only food you can eat being cheap, near rotted meat, withered vegetables, and cast away grains. You'll never have any friends or lovers; you'll never even have the chance to have sex. You'll never have a child."
"One day your fur will start falling out from radiation sickness, or you'll get whatever flesh-rotting off-world disease you can't afford to vaccinate from, of you'll have your throat slit for a handful of credits, or you'll throw yourself into the intake port of a fusion freighter, slit your wrists with the knife you use to scrap crap off of exhaust manifolds, drink a gallon of industrial cleaner, or hell, maybe just one day your body finally realizes that life isn't worth living anymore and you just totally shut down, go into a coma, and die of dehydration."
"And no one in the universe will fucking care."
Morgoth chuckled and looked over the Leiaou, "After all, it's what they've been expecting for you since you came into existence. You're a fucking freak of nature, and that's really saying something when your entire race is a bunch of cat-bitches that gave themselves dicks so they wouldn't have to debase themselves by lying with a real man in order to reproduce. Hell, your people killed off an entire fucking gender in two generations. And that was what? Two thousand years ago?"
"So how the fuck do you end up with a fucking abomination like you, eh? You're the only she-cat I've ever seen that has a damned mane. Hell, are you even female? You don't have any tits, no hips, no ass, no nothing, and I bet you fuckin' pee standing up. If it weren't for the fact that you've tried to inbred your already shallow end of the gene pool even further by trying to fucking breed with yourself and miscarrying, I wouldn't think you're any sort of damned female at all."
Morgoth walked over and put his hand on Kriegan's shoulder, his bleeding hand. "Considering the circumstances, I think we can manage to find away around those pesky ethics of yours. Now, you take the rest of the day off, and tomorrow you can start bright and fresh on the new project. I'll give my favorite two girls a talking to, and we'll see if we can get you your subject. Now, what do you say to that?"
Kriegan could only sob softly into her hands, a sob that became a pained yelp as Morgoth tightened his grip, digging his claws in.
"I asked you a question; it's only polite to answer." He said in a sickeningly sweet tone of voice, through clenched teeth.
"Th-thank you for your g-g-generousity, Morgoth." Kriegan managed to whimper.
The lizard released her, removing his tie and wrapping it around his blood covered hand, which he looked at with a hint of annoyance, as if disappointed in his flesh's inability to overcome plastisteel.
"You're quite welcome, Kitten. You make a great addition to my team." He said with a chuckle as he walked out of the lab, his massive draconic bodyguards taking up positions in front and in back of him.
"Bastard." The Leiaou whispered under her breath, once he was out of earshot.
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"Extraordinary, Kriegan, I'm always astonished by your work, but you've really outdone yourself this time. If I hadn't shoved him in there myself, I wouldn't have the slightest idea that this latex lovedoll used to be Fenton Cade. And all in a handful of hours." Morgoth said, his voice filled with amusement. His hand sported a few bandages, but most of the wounding and all the broken bones had been regenerated.
"This was a much simpler change than those you employed me to perform on your bodyguards, Mr. Morgoth. We only went halfway on the gender this time, and left the size and species the same." Kriegan said, simultaneously proud and disgusted.
"When will her mental restructuring be complete?" the diminutive lizard asked, "I want to give my new toy a test run."
"About fifteen minutes." Kriegan said, looking at the timer on her computer's monitor.
"Excellent. Also, I've been wondering as to how you created such a wonderful pleasure protocol with your decided lack of experience in the matters." The lavender lizard said, turning away from the alteration tank to look at the Leiaou geneticist.
"It was the project I was awarded my doctorate for. I rewrote the machine code from the Universal Pleasure Robots line to be compatible with a cyberlink and translatable into biological movement memory. Personality is essentially a core template with a few of the original personality aspects grafted on. Though I still can't imagine how you managed to acquire a military maximum security grade alteration module, as well as the programming to run it."
"Fell off of the truck." Morgoth said with a smile, turning back to watch the final moments of Fenton Cade's life, before the living latex skunk-slut Shimmer was born.
There were a few minutes of silence before Morgoth spoke again. "What I can't imagine is how the hell you can work around all this, and still be stuck in that freak form you were born with."
The Leiaou sighed softly and shook her head. "My 'freak form' as you call it is the entire reason why. My genetics deviate a great deal from Leiaou baselines. So as a result I would have to have a complete genetic scan, and have every single alteration to the genome run through multiple simulations. It would cost five years of my normal salary to pay for the computations, and another five for the process itself."
Morgoth glared at her, "Bullshit, none of the packages you had me buy never topped 5k credits."
"Those are baseline defaults. It's essentially the basics; really simplistic stuff that's basically plugging the module into the machine and putting the subject inside."
Morgoth smiled a not particularly nice smile. "If it's so easy, why do I need you?"
Kriegan met his gaze for a moment, "Because only the cheap bastards go with out of the box defaults. You don't want to have... playthings that look like a million others with just a few tiny tweaks to body structure and coloration. With my expertise I'm able to alter the default genetics in order to produce an incredible number of effects, as you can see with Magenta and Cobalt."
The Leiaou turned her gaze towards the massive dragonesses, heavily muscled, scales shimmering with a metallic radiance. Even in buildings constructed for the large Leiaou they had to walk hunched over and go through most doors sideways.
"Basic Draconian package can only get you up to seven and a half feet, maybe eight. Even with the military grade growth enhancements you could only get nine as a full grown adult, and even with the compensation measures you'd end up with suboptimal performance in anything over .8 G's. With my efforts you have a pair of eleven foot tall amazons whose scales are immune to anything less than grade-four plasma, and can shrug off all conventional projectile weapons, lasers, and electrical stunners. And remember that I DIDN'T have military offensive or defensive samples to work with, I was using Police grade. You may be able to get this stuff off the shelf, but without me you aren't going to get the most out of the money you spend. I can get you Military grade enhancements without having to pay black market prices that could instead pay for a small moon."
Kriegan bared her teeth at the lizard, her fur standing on end. The twin dragonesses looked at their master, wondering if they should discipline the feline for her insolence.
However Morgoth simply laughed. "So, there is a spine beneath all that sobbing, simpering, and shyness. I like that. It's what separates employees from pets."
The lizard turned back to the tank, "Now, let's see what that tight, latex cunt feels like."
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"Gentlemen, in the past week you've all had the pleasure of sampling Shimmer and Vixen, and I'm sure you'll all agree as to their superiority over your garden variety street walkers. It's not a very expensive investment, perhaps twenty thousand credits and six hours of your time to transform one of your girls, or guys, into one of these lovely beauties." Morgoth said proudly, giving the latex skunk at his side a swat on the rump.
"And just think about it, they only have the base setting for their pleasuring capabilities. Over time they'll learn to make you feel even better. You all have likely NEVER felt anything so good before, and it's only the start. And just imagine what it could be like with your own most skilled ladies of the night. No matter how beautiful they are, I can make them even more so. If she makes jaws drop and tongues wag now, she'll be bringing tears of joy to their eyes at the merest glance at her perfect features and regal body. A body that everyone knows can be their's to enjoy for only a comparatively small fee."
The gathered crime bosses nodded appreciatively, each imagining what their own favored lay would look like enhanced by Morgoth's pet geneticist.
"And since Mr. Cade was so negative towards my work at our last meeting, I figured I should take advantage of his annual vacation to wow you with a demonstration of the combat prowess of the lovely Miss Cobalt and Miss Magenta."
The blue dragoness pulled Morgoth's chair back, offering a massive hand to help her master down to the floor. The tiny purple lizard strode over to the large video screen on the wall, placing slipping a data disk into the slot.
The familiar sight of the Cade Mansion appeared on the screen, the image panning to the side to show Cobalt and Magenta. The twin dragonesses were naked from head to toe save for a weapons harness and ammo belt. The camera operator, obviously Morgoth from the low vantage point, was hoisted up onto Cobalt's shoulders. The dragonesses' scales shimmered as cloaking fields were engaged, bending light around the two.
The wall around the Cade estate was of no consequence, nor was the force field around the house itself.
"What good is a force field if you don't ever use it?" said Morgoth from behind the camera.
Magenta took point and decloaked, simply striding up to the front door, a gun of some sort in each hand. The guards were stunned by her appearance, and sent into unconsciousness as the contents of the needler gun sent them into a pleasant state of unconsciousness.
"As you can see, mundane guards aren't very effective against a properly re-engineered individual." said the recorded Morgoth.
Magenta opened the double doors and stepping inside. A thick, white smoke began to pour from her mouth and nostrils, and quickly began to flow through the mansion.
"My own little invention," said Morgoth, now doing commentary from beside the screen, rather than on it, "It produces the effects of intoxication and massive arousal for perhaps ten minutes, when it reaches optimal saturation in the bloodstream and creates a pleasant physical sensation of such magnitude that unconsciousness sets in. I would have continued commentary on the video, but I had to slip on my filtration mask in order to continue filming."
The camera's image became little more than vague shapes through the smoke.
"Also I'd like to state that if any one of you so much as reaches for their weapon, or if a bodyguard does that same, that Magenta will give you all a sampling of her Mist. The offender will find themselves awakening in one of the alteration chambers in my lab, becoming one of my newest pleasure pets. And they won't be alone."
"Because of your inability to obey, your immediate family will suffer the same fate, living out the rest of their lives in my brothels as obedient sex toys. All your followers will find their minds altered to be perfectly content to serve me, and they will also likely be upgraded to be far more effective in their roles. So by all means, try something, you're just going to make me richer and more powerful" the lizard stated, matter-of-factly.
No one made the slightest movement as the video image cleared; Cobalt and Morgoth were now in the lead, the dragoness running up the stairs towards Fenton Cade's bedroom on the top floor. A pair of guards in powered armor began to raise their weapons as they saw the dragoness' approach, but it was too late.
The familiar purple-white beam of a plasma weapon appeared for a moment, slamming into the chest of one armored defender. A second flash and the other guard was dispatched as well. Everything between shoulders and waist completely atomized.
"And that is Cobalt's special little trick, provided by the same species of Solar Dragon that's given them. That's a grade-four plasma beam, gentlemen, which you can't get short of a dedicated energy core on a capital ship. And if I find myself truly in danger, she can release a grade-three blast, but it has the unfortunate side effect of atomizing her from the neck up in the process."
The crime lords watched the rest of the video in terrified silence. They watched as Fenton Cade's durasteel blast door was ripped open by Magenta, the skunk trying to defend himself with a hand-held blaster. But the energy bolts slammed into the red dragoness with little effect.
Their horror grew as the image shifted, a time lapse image of Fenton Cade imprisoned in a transparent plastisteel cylander. They watched as Cade faded away and Shimmer took his place.
The video ended and Morgoth took a seat once again, this time at the head of the table, rather than the foot.
"So, gentlemen, you've all seen what I have to offer with this technology, and I ask so little in return. Enough credits to cover the procedures, the installation of a little bit of code that makes them unable to take any actions that would bring any sort of harm to me, and..." he grinned, the most terrible grin of all, "Five percent of what you earn. My terms are more than fair, I think. After all, Fenton was taking twelve from the lot of you. Are there any dissenters?"
Silence.
"Well then, I look forward to a long and fruitful partnership with all of you." The little lizard stood on his chair and bowed. Cobalt lifted him up and set him on her shoulders.
"If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have an enhancement procedure of my own scheduled for this afternoon. Ta ta!" Morgoth called, humming a happy tune.