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To what he heard in his dream was but the sound of a whispering silence. A whispering silence, a strange concept indeed, it would be like knowing there were sounds to hear but the sensation is just not there. An aching, nagging, feeling in the back of the brain that urges one to find a missing puzzle piece on a jigsaw almost finished. A whispering silence was also the taunting cries of a child long lost.

He stands along a sandy beach that is illuminated in the night by a dark blue moon over it. He turns his muzzle to the dark sky and realizes its image is that of a hybrid pattern between a circuit board and a starry night. Waving a paw over past his head he feels not his own bald scalp, but flowing white soft hair-fur. He continues to feel the rest of his body; fur covered him from head to toe. The anthro-wolf feels a warming joy as he studies his body in the dream state form. Now looking forward, the warm joy manifests into a smile that cracks over his face. Waiting before him on the sandy night-lit dunes was his small beach bungalow.

In his dreams he had constructed this beach house. It was a simple fortress of solitude that only he could live in during the times of his slumber. In the beginning where there was only a void, he had first created the vast sea, then he summoned the sands of the beach and then from that sand he created his dream home. It had taken quite some time to construct, but now as he stood in his dreams along the sandy beaches he had prior created, accomplishment filled his empty heart. His private bungalow was finally constructed. But as he stood at his homes front door he hesitates to enter as a thought enters his mind,

"Why have I created this?"

The Whispered Silence

45-Z-16 opened its cybernetic eyes and entered the waking world. Held suspended by a collection of wires of varying thickness, it hovered in the air, stuck in place with arms outstretched so it resembled a floating upper-case "T."

With head motors in check, it begun to rotate its head as it ran a diagnostic through its systems. Its cybernetic eyes flashed small blue disks within their irises as its vision booted up. It switches between its different visions, x-ray, thermal, phase-shift, and others it searches for the maintenance beacons that hide around the room. Appearing as small tubular devices, the varying maintenance beacons through-out the room can only be found through the different lenses of vision. Test complete, optical sensors were in check.

"Morning, Zombie. You sleep alright?" Auditory sensors were in check.

"Morning, systems are fully restored. But I suggest running another diagnostic through my system. It appears that in my slumber I have had yet another psycho-anomalous occurrence." Oratory sensors in check.

"Shit? Again? Alright Zombie, I'm sure if you come by my office I'll check you out." Arven, part scientist, part programmer and part sub-head-executive at Grid Securities hung-up his communicator. Every morning it was his job to assist and over watch the waking of various computerised systems. These systems ranging anywhere from janitor drones to coffee delivery bots. Also included in this wake-up was Grid Securities crown jewel the 45-Z-16, a shining example of perfection in crossing organic life and technology.

45-Z-16 is the only machine-wolf of its kind. Created from an outlawed practise known as cyber-necromancy, when 45-Z-16 was made it had been crafted from the corpse of a once very dead wolf. Hence the playful nickname Arven had given to it, "Zombie."

Zombie had known his past appearance. When he had what he labelled as, "psycho-anomalous occurances," he often took the shape of a wolf. He knew himself as once being a tall bodied and broad shouldered anthro- wolf with long flowing head-fur, but in his transformation, in his resurrection, his appearance had changed. Most of his exterior had been replaced with strong- silver metal alloy armour. His corpse not being in the best condition when he was resurrected most of his body parts had been synthetically replaced. As 45-Z-16, there were very few parts of its body that was still human.

The wires detached off of Zombie's body and it fell onto the platform below. Its feet-paws met the floor with a metallic boom that echoed the empty chamber. As it stood on the platform that lay suspended in the spherical room it looked towards the rooms exit. The platform stood suspended in the middle of the spherical room and was held in place by a narrow and long bridge that led to the exit. As it crossed the platform another voice entered its head,

"45-Z-16, it's Clark here. How you doing this morning?" The voice of Clark, Head-Operations Coordinator, called onto Zombie.

"Systems are fine Clark. I had another psycho-anomalous occurrence in my slumber but I am currently on my way to Arven's office to get it checked out." Zombie exited through the large mechanical chamber doors and entered a hallway. The floor of the hallway was shining metallic silver as the walls were a bright white. Holographic illuminators floated in the shape of orbs along the walls, spinning as they gave light to the passage.

"I hope Arven can get that cleared up. You have not forgotten to run your pre-sleep protocols have you? Isn't the program that Arven gave you supposed to help with such issues?"

"I assure you that there has been no glitch in my memory and I'm quite sufficient in remembering my bed-time lullabies."

"Alright, I did not mean any offense. I just want to make sure you are okay."

"I am fine sir. There is no need for concern." Zombie stood in-front of Arven's door. Pressing on the small console located beside it, the door plate raised vertically as it opened.

"Listen. We've got a job for you. As soon as you are done with Arven make your way to command. Board room, 45-G, got it?"

"I am at Arven's now. See you shortly, sir."

"Zombie, please come in." Arven's voice invited Zombie into his office. Scatterbrained, and at times slightly disorganized, Arven's small office was often cluttered with artefacts of his work. Around his office, shelving units held robotic parts, data pads, mechanical devices and other electronic objects around a work table that became blanketed behind take-out boxes, crumbled wrappers, and old news papers. On the other side of the room, many monitors some physical, some holographic cluttered the wall as Arven sat in an office chair in-front of it all. Arven's paws were busily moving between monitor to monitor, display to display, as he moved various functions and files around his system.

Arven was a black cat and was wearing the same dirty t-shirt and jeans that he always wore. Seemingly, uncaring of Zombie as Zombie entered the room, he continued to stare at the various monitors before him with yellow cat-eyes.

"Arven. We will have to make this check-up quick. Clark would like to see me at Command."

Arven wheeled his chair over to Zombie. Pulling out a small blue holographic cube from one of his monitors, he brought it over to Zombie. Stretching the cube between his arms, the small three dimensional shape expanded until Arven was able to encase Zombie within it. Now more rectangular in shape, on the side that faced Arven information began to pop-up on a display. Arven stared at the various boxes of information that appeared before him before humming a, "Hmmm" sound from behind his closed lips.

"Well, Zombie, I think I have found the problem. It says here that you did not activate your pre-sleep protocol. It says here that, the program, 'Sheep Counting' was not activated last night." Arven discovered, licking his feline lips, as his tail waved behind him.

"Impossible. I am most certain I did activate it."

"Well no, it says quite clearly that apparently you did not. Listen Zombie, I strongly recommend that you do not play around with these nocturnal occurrences. It can lead to conflicts in your programming."

"I did activate it, though. As a computer it would be quite impossible for me to forget."

"And it would also be impossible for you to lie. Or so it would seem. Listen, I know what is causing these occurrences that you have described to me. It's called the 'shadow' and it had become one of the primary reasons why cyber-necromancy is so outlawed these days." Arven paused taking a deep breath,

"You see, although there is great benefit in techno-organics there also is a lot we do not know. The perseverance of the shadow is one of the mysteries. The shadow-that is, when a body undergoes a cyber-resurrection no matter how long the person had been dead for, upon re-activation of the brain the shadow seemed to always exist. A left-over from the deceased, it becomes like a sub-conscious for the cyber-creation. It is the foot-print of an anthro long ago deceased. Although it may seem harmless, perhaps even a curiosity to explore, if you continue to pursue it, it can only lead to complications in your system." Arven reached through the hologram before him and placed a paw on Zombie's robotic chest plate. Zombie lowered his head to look at Arven, who looked up from his chair with sincere feline eyes, "I would never want to see you hurt."

"I am quite sure that I did activate your program. However, perhaps it would be appropriate that you begin to monitor my shut-down procedure as well."

Arven wheeled his chair back to the monitor display. Raising a paw dramatically in the air he sighed, "Great, now do I not only get to get up early to make sure that you wake up, I also get to stay up late to make sure you get tucked in right."

Not responding, Zombie turned around, exiting the holographic space where it once stood. Leaving the hologram behind, the space fizzled out before disappearing into the air. Exiting Arven's office, Zombie made its way to meet Clark at Command.

A brief elevator ride later and Zombie entered board room 45-G. Red carpeted floors rested within blue panelled walls. Various suited anthro's sat around an elliptical table, as Clark, an anthro-Lion sat in a large cushioned chair at the table's end. His mane, kempt and gelled back, the man prided himself on his appearance. A tight-fitting well tailored black suit rested on the lion's broad shoulders as a red tie and white shirt rested beneath it. He was a large anthro and physically quite strong.

"Zombie, everything check out okay?" Clark spoke gesturing Zombie to sit at the table. He spoke with a foreign accent that almost sounded British but from a voice that was both deep and masculine.

"A minor glitch in the system sir. I just require some additional monitoring it would seem."

"I bet Arven is going to love that!" Clark laughed scratching a large paw under his chin as Zombie sat at the other side of the table. Pulling a small rectangular cylindrical wand from out of his pocket and pointing it around the room, Clark began to summon various holographic near-flat rectangles that floated from out of the walls. Various profiles, maps, and other information displayed onto the rectangles as they were pulled in and studied by the various anthro's around the room.

"First and foremost, once again it appears that we will be dealing with the Draco Liberation Army." Clark spoke summoning a larger screen display behind him, "A major supporter of our business, Grid-Securities, Techtrip International has come into conflict recently with these Ultra-Draco terrorists and now finds themselves threatened by their organization. The Draco Liberation Army or "DLA" States that they have concrete evidence in Techtrip's crimes against Draco Nationalities but Techtrip seems naive to any such suggestions."

A female snow leopard, Ash Artica, spoke interrupting Clark, "But I thought the Draco Liberation Army had been subdued under the Dragon-Anthro alliance pact of 2147?"

"Although this is true, and certainly the DLA is less expansive as it once was, the DLA was never completely broken up and many skirmish groups still wish to enact 'justified revenge' on the many corporations they see as enemies to the Dragon nationalities."

"The DLA we have engaged before have been nothing but organized thugs," Zombie spoke, "Why would a corporation like Techtrip call upon us for such low security concerns?"

Clark folded his arms and turned his back to the table, "Well it seems that this certain group has managed to ally themselves with a particularly renowned war-gang known only as The Ouroboros. We are not sure where the DLA would find such funding to become affiliated with such a clan, but if these rumours are correct then Techtrip's fears are justified."

Sitting across from the snow leopard was a male cheetah, Vollar Kano, "We should take into consideration that if we help Techtrip we ourselves might become enemies of the DLA. And if they have indeed become allied with The Ouroboros then we might be putting ourselves into a war that we might best keep out of."

"Techtrip and Grid-Securities have long been partnered together. Our companies' histories do indeed go way back. Furthermore, it is in my understanding that if we were to refuse to help Techtrip that we also would not be the first company to do so. A lot of our rival companies are afraid to take this job and because of this Techtrip is willing to pay quite a hefty sum for our services. That being said, I am not completely oblivious to the vengeful nature of the DLA. Our intervention will certainly not go over lightly with them. So as of right now I have agreed on a contract that will only keep us in surveillance with the DLA." Clark turned to face Zombie, "The plan is to have one of our agents, that would be you 45-Z-16, infiltrate the DLA and keep tabs on their activities. As a primary objective, this agent will focus on solely gathering intelligence. It is only when there is sufficient evidence of hostile intent that the agent's secondary objective will come into play. That being either sabotage or at the most extreme measure, assassination. It is imperative however that we do not, and I stress, do not, become caught aiding Techtrip International. "

Zombie spoke-up, "So then I am to proceed to holo-configuration after this meeting, I presume?"

"Correct. Using your micro-holo projectors you will assume the role of one particular dragon known as, 'Luck-Tooth.' He had been involved in DLA terrorist activities in the past and we are most certain that he is still involved today. We have him tagged at currently staying at the Emerald Suite Hotel. After your visit to holo-configuration make your way to Electro-Streaming and you will finish your briefing there."

The meeting was adjourned and Zombie made his way to holo-configuration. Entering the laboratory, the room was divided into two parts. The first part was a white room with paneled walls that had a slightly raised circular platform in its middle. Two robotic arms rested on a metal ring above the platform on the room's ceiling. The other room, divided by glass, was a computer laboratory much like Arven's, save for the mess.

Zombie entered the room and stood up on the platform. A speaker within the room began to speak,

"Alright Zombie, you've done this before. Not much I need to explain is there?" Arven spoke as he stood among the technicians in the other room.

"No, I am ready."

The ring began to descend from the ceiling, spinning as it fell. The arms of the rings began to fold out, pointing tiny spiked ends towards Zombie. Firing a tiny red laser from the spike, the arms began to change Zombie's appearance. Looking as though his new body was simply being spray painted on, Zombie's muzzle turned into a dragon's snout, robotic exterior turned into scales, and its tail became reptilian.

Once the procedure finished it now completely resembled a blue drake. Standing even taller than it had once been, its exterior had now become covered in sapphire like shining scales. Its teeth sharp, tongue forked, its eyes had become a strange and glossy white. Its underbelly scales formed to outline its impressive physique. Pectoral and abdominal muscles well developed in a body that genetically was created to be a warrior. In taking the appearance of Luck-Tooth, who is an aquatic Drake, a set of sharp fin-like ridges sat upon Zombie's spine until reaching the finned end of his tail. Also attributed to the aquatic-drake species was webbed claws and feet. The final addition to its body was a set of reptilian genitalia. An exterior slit located on his crotch which housed a flaccid penis.

"You look great, Zombie!" Arven spoke over the speakers, "I do not usually go for Scalies, but damn! I mean look at that ass!"

"Arven, your observations are irrelevant. I'll ask you to cease your assessment of my new appearance."

"Right, sorry. You do look great though." Arven stuttered over the speaker, "Now as it is routine, I would like to inform you that prolonged exposure to water can be harmful to your system. We've implemented some failsafe programming into your system to try and counter-act water hazards but try to avoid going for a swim unless it's absolutely necessary. I mean, unfortunately you are now an aquatic drake but just try to stay away from water. Also added to your system is a disrupter detector. If anybody, or anything, is equipped with holographic disrupters you should be able to scan it and possibly even disable it. Just again, try to avoid any scenarios where you might have to use it. Your holographic array comes in both 'hard' and 'soft' modes, enabling you to be touch realistic when you feel it necessary, or give you access to some of your robotic functions hidden under your drake exterior."

"Anything else?"

"Uhm" Arven paused, "There are also some clothes in the compartment to your left."

"Thank you." Zombie stepped off the platform and walked over to a panel on the room's wall. Pressing in on it the panel, it opened slightly just enough so that Zombie could grasp the panel and open it with its claw. Grabbing the clothes inside, Zombie was now dressed in light brown pants, a white undershirt and brown leather jacket.

After exiting holo-configuration, Zombie made its way to its last stop within the Grid-Securities building, Electro-Streaming. This room was much like Holo-configuration in that it was divided again into two rooms, one computer laboratory, a glass divider, and then another white-panelled wall area. As Zombie stepped into the white-paneled wall area, in the area's far wall there was a holographic rectangular display. On either side of the room, two glassy orb like mechanisms sat within slotted boxes that were held up waist high on steel-column podiums. An orange line went across the floor from one box to the other with the words: Caution! Do not enter stream until full synchrony is achieved.

Ash, from the meeting before came on the rooms surrounding speakers, "Hey Zombie! Arven told us you were coming, so that-in his words-we wouldn't be scared of the sexy Drake walking around our compound. The stream pillars are almost in place so pay attention to the display in front of you it as it will guide you through the steps until we are at full synchrony with the stream path. Once we have that you will be ready for teleportation."

An animation came onto the room's holographic display. An overview digital map of the city appeared. Starting at Grid-Securities headquarters, a red line began to move along a path of buildings that were marked by a red dot.

Clark came on the speakers, "Zombie, we're streaming with you a H47 Node-Pistol. When you stream over, act fast and get a node on Luck-Tooth. The stream will pick up on the node's signal and bring him back here. With him incarcerated within our cell you will be ready to take his place. We will be uploading some data on Luck-Tooth, personality, psych profile, stuff like that, but we recommend you try and hack one of his computers as fast as you can. To become Luck-Tooth you'll have to learn as much as you can about him."

"Okay" Zombie responded.

The digital map's red line stopped moving when it reached the Emerald Suite Hotel. Once the line had made a path between Grid-Securities headquarters and the hotel, a yellow line overlapped the red one, changing the dots colour to yellow.

Ash spoke again, "Okay, the pillar engineers seem to be getting into place and we are starting to send the stream."

Eventually the yellow line also reached the hotel. The display then changed into a 3-dimensional outline blueprint of the hotel itself. One red dot appeared on one side of the hotel while another dot appeared on the other.

"Alright, airborne units are guiding the stream to the 16thfloor. Looks like we can get you into the hallway: trying to synchronize airborne mobilized pillars now."

The two dots first became connected through a red line and then slowly a yellow one overlapped them. The display turned back into a map of the city, a yellow line was connecting all the buildings once more.

"Dependent stream is synchronized, initiating the main stream. Please avoid the laser until full synchronization is complete. "

Between the two boxes a bright white beam of energy emerged. Electric orb-like pulses sparked out from the beam, as the stream of energy tried to keep its linear formation. Watching the holographic display, a green line now moved over the red and yellow lines. Zombie was almost ready to jump.

"Everything seems to be going fine. Stream is connected to the 16thfloor of the Emerald Suite Hotel. Stream remains undetected, no signs of scanners or disrupters currently present. You are good to go Zombie! Good luck."

Two smaller aquatic drakes stared at each other in a narrow hallway, one on one side of the hallway, the other on the other side and both of them leaning back. The hallway's red carpet worked with the gold reflective walls in giving the hallway a regal sense. Searching his pocket the drake on the left side of the hallway found a cigarette and lit it up. Immediately a holographic female, copying the image of the aquatic drake form, appears beside him,

"Emerald Suites would like to remind you that smoking is prohibited in the building."

"Override warning--permission: account Luck-Tooth." The female drake paused and then a warm smile stretched across her muzzle.

"I am sorry for disturbing you. The Emerald Suite appreciates you as a customer." The holographic woman then faded away.

"Dumb bitch..."The drake puffed a cloud of smoke out of his mouth.

Meanwhile, the Drake on the right side of the room was playing with a small pad-like device in his claws. Pressing buttons on the pad, seemingly at random, he abruptly paused and looked up at his partner,

"Aw shit, I think I've detecting a transport stream."

"Aw fuck! Aw fuck! Boss! Luck To-!" The smoking drake suddenly found the back of his head smashed into the wall behind him as Zombie appeared in the hallway, leg immediately becoming outstretched as its claw-foot came into contact with the drake's neck. With one foot-claw pressing the one drake's neck against the wall, Zombie grabbed the other drake by the neck and proceeded to choke him. Within seconds the two guards were unconscious as Zombie picked up the H47-Node Pistol below it and shot two nodes onto the guards as they became sucked into the stream.

"We have just received two unconscious guards here back at headquarters. Sorry about that Zombie-- I guess we overlooked one of their scanners." Ash apologized as she sat at Grid-Security, speaking through Zombie's communications link.

"No, problem, I managed to silence them quickly enough." Zombie replied racing down the hallway.

"Room 1647!" Arven cried out, speaking on the Comm. Link as swell "That's the room!"

Zombie softened its holographic shell as two wires extended from his robotic form arm and attached to the doors lock console. The light on the console turned green and Zombie opened the door wide, turning his holographic shell hard again, with pistol outstretched from his arm. Luck-Tooth, the real Luck-Tooth, had been there waiting however,

"Aw fuck no!" Luck-Tooth shouted in shock as he saw himself enter the room. Hiding behind an overturned couch, with a sawed-off shotgun resting in his arms, he blasted a shot into the imposter before him. Zombie lurched his body to the side as the shell impacted against his chest. His holographic shell flickered but Zombie remained unharmed. Walking forward, Zombie held the pistol still before him.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Luck Tooth shot off another blast and it hit Zombie again in the chest but he kept walking. Luck Tooth tried to get off another shot but Zombie was already standing directly in front of him, pistol to forehead.

"Don't shoot!" Luck Tooth dropped his shotgun and raised his arms in the air.

"I heard aquatic drakes like to swim. So you should have no problem navigating the stream." Zombie said as he shot a node onto Luck Tooth's skull.

"We got him Zombie." Ash said as Luck Tooth disappeared.

"Also, kind of bad for your micro holographic projectors is bullets. I really don't recommend taking too many shotgun blasts to the chest." Arven sighed, a slight annoyance in his voice.

"Noted, Arven. I'm going to begin looking for any of Luck-Tooth's personal computers," Zombie said as he turned the couch upright just before picking up the empty shotgun shells on the floor, "Any suggestions for getting the smell of gun smoke out of the room?"

"Uh, open a window?" Arven suggested. After putting his pistol into its jacket's inner pocket, Zombie walked over to the window and waved a hand over the glass plane turning the once solid glass window into a soft hologram. The sounds of the street filled the room. In the clear night, sounds of cars honking their horns mixed with the heavy winds that blew against the 16thfloor of the tall hotel building.

The hotel room was divided into four parts. Decorated in an elegant yet rustic looking aesthetic, there was a living room with couch and television, a small kitchen with sink, oven, fridge and then a marble top counter island that divided it and the living room apart, and then a separate bedroom and bathroom. In the bedroom there was a queen sized bed with red velvet bedding and a light brown lattice headboard. On the bedrooms far wall sat a desk, Luck Tooth's computer on it, and a door to the bathroom in the next room.

Zombie sat down at the desk and opened the laptop. Turning its holographic shell soft, two wires extended from its fore arm and connected to the computer. In its mind it was then free to surf through all the computer's files,

"Server link, are you getting this information?" Zombie spoke out-loud.

"Yes. We're sharing with you." Arven spoke back.

"It seems you were right about The Ouroborus being in on this. Checking Luck-Tooth's e-mail, although mostly encrypted, I've already found evidence of their involvement. I'll try my best now to hack through these encryptions, perhaps find out more."

"Luck-Tooth?" The entrance door clicked as a male voice called out from the other room, "Hello?"

"Who is that?" Arven questioned. Zombie retracted his fore-arm wires and turned his holographic shell solid.

"My boyfriend, it would seem."Luck-Tooth admitted as a younger drake entered the bedroom door. The younger drake was a Desert Drake, aged at 32 years where as Luck-Tooth was 58. Shorter then Luck-Tooth, the scrawny Drake's spinal ridges appeared more rock-like. His eyes were a glossy red and his snout was longer then Luck-tooth's. He was wearing a black jacket and white pants. Perhaps most noticeable about the young-drake however, was the silver apparatus encasing part of his face.

The metal plate, a strange silver column, stretched in a small spike shape from the top of the boy's head, between the eyes, and then a bit onto the snout. Wires extended from beneath the plate and curled down under the scales around his forehead. On the plate there was a small red light. Luck-Tooth immediately knew what it was, and so did the rest of Grid-Security.

"The kids got psycho-implants!" Clark exclaimed in shock.

"Shit. Fucking Ourboros. Where do they get this stuff?" Ash was next to speak.

"It appears to be a medicinal neural stimulator but obviously reconfigured to heightened psychic potential. I've heard of such experiments being performed upon the invention of the medicinal neural stimulator but such experiments were quickly banned under the intervention of the Anthrotarian Science Act."

"Luck-Tooth?" There was confusion in the kid's eye as Luck-Tooth searched his mind for something to say.

"Careful Zombie, that kid is trouble." Clark warned.

"He might be able to pick up on your-"Ash's voice immediately became cut off as did the rest of Grid-Security.

"I've shut you off from your friends." The boy spoke, "You are not Luck-Tooth. I know this because I have seen into thoughts and they are not organic thoughts. Who are you machine man?"

"How? How did you terminate the link?"

"I have been imbued with psycho-implants as well as various other psychic powers. Mind-Computer Interface being one of them. I can control technology as well as I see the mind. Now tell me what I want to know before I shut you off."

"Why don't you just read my mind and find out?" Luck-Tooth reached into his pocket to grab his pistol.

"My powers do not allow that. I can turn computers on, I can turn computers off, but in terms of interface, in terms of 'reading' into computers, my powers are limited. I have only been able to turn off your link to whoever your friends are."Luck-Tooth whipped his pistol from out under his jacket but before he could squeeze the trigger, the pistol became crunched within an invisible force, as though a giant hand had crushed it. The boy shook his head, "You should really stop trying to defy me now."

"My name is 45-Z-16. I am a cybernetic organic. I have taken the guise of your boyfriend."

"So you know my relation to Luck-Tooth do you? But please don't call him my boyfriend. There were many reasons as to why I was with Luck-Tooth, but love was not one of them. Why have you come here robotic man?"

"I am here with Techtrip international on a surveillance mission."

"Techtrip, huh? I highly recommend that you do not use Techtrip in your lie. As I am in a very powerful position right now to which I could easily destroy you."

Luck-Tooth sighed, "Have it your way. I am hired from a security company on behalf of Techtrip."

"I'll accept that answer for now. Please, have a seat on the bed. "

Luck-Tooth walked over to the bed and sat down, "What do you have against Techtrip?"

"Alot-I have a lot against them." The boy said somewhat angrily, "Did you know that the Anthrotarian Science Act had a loop hole that made it inapplicable in Dragon nations? Techtrip knew that. Any next-generational organic-tech science experiment, banned in your land, became fair game in our land. Right now you are looking at one of Techtrip's personal lab rats. Of course, things weren't half as bad until Ourboros found me. They did some pretty nasty shit as well."

"So, what happens now?" Luck-Tooth softened his holographic shell, in a hidden compartment in his arm a blade began to pop-out.

"I thank you!" The boy moved closer to Luck-Tooth placing a claw under Luck-Tooth's chin. Luck-Tooth retracted his blade, solidifying his holographic shell before the boy touched him, "True, Luck-Tooth found me, bought me, and helped me escape some pretty terrible people, but let's just say Luck-Tooth's purpose for me was less then noble. Where ever that asshole is, I'm happy as long as it's away from me. "

"Long-Tooth is gone. I can assure you that."

"You helped me, now let me repay the favour." The boy moved his mouth closer to Luck Tooth's so that his breath danced across Luck Tooth's snout.

"I've searched through Luck Tooth's files--How come Luck-Tooth never knew your name?" Luck-Tooth pulled his face away from the boy's.

"He did not need to know it. You don't need to know it either." The boy guided Luck-Tooth's maw back to his with a claw finger. The proximity of the boy's breath excited the slit in Luck-Tooth's pants, the tip of Luck-Tooth's own arousal starting to move past the slit's lips.

"You have to turn on back my comm. If I am offline for too long they might send in a task force to retrieve me."

The boy pushed his maw back so that his mouth was right against Luck-Tooth's ear. He whispered, "It can wait" as he slowly retracted his maw away from the ear and brought it to Luck-Tooth' mouth. Maw met Maw and two engaged into a passionate kiss as tongues danced together. Breaking the kiss a moment later the boy spoke,

"Be with me tonight. Let us be allies in these coming times. I am invaluable to you in the information I can tell you, but it comes at a price. If I help you, you help me get my revenge."

Luck-Tooth's jacket levitated off of his body as his shirt underneath began to unbutton itself. The boy's red eyes concentrating on the clothes, once the jacket and shirt was gone, he raised a claw up against the underbelly scales of Luck-Tooth.

"Do you feel that robot-wolf?" The boy says as he moved to sit himself onto the larger drake's lap.

"I feel no sensation, pain or pleasure." Luck-Tooth confessed turning his head away from the boy that sat on him.

"Don't lie to me. Your shadow feels it. The closer I am to you the more I can sense your shadow. The more I can read it. You are enjoying this, or at least your shadow is. " The boy spoke truth. He was not programmed to enjoy such acts but something had him feeling aroused. In some missions, he had resorted to seduction and copulation to complete his objectives. But any acts of his own pleasure were always a lie. He could not actually feel. As a creature more technological then organic, his personality, what he sensed was all but programmed responses to how he should act, to how he should feel. But as this boy kissed him, as this boy explored his chest's under-scales, he became aware that now he was now somehow feeling, that now there was somehow true desire within him.

"You are in my shadow?" Luck-Toothed questioned.

"Yes. I see you behind this drake, I see you behind this mechanical construct, I see you little wolf. As I stroke you along your scales, I too am stroking you along your fur. As I kiss you on your mouth, my tongue also dances with you wolf. Tonight I give you a new discovery robot-man, and that discovery is pure, organic, pleasure."

The boy took off his jacket with his mental powers exposing his lithe body underneath. Luck-Tooth grasped the boy and pulled him close so that they could share another long passionate kiss. The angelic sensation that floated through Luck-Tooth's body as he kissed the boy became intoxicating. Luck-Tooth's own arousal growing out of his slit, its triangular head being teased as the boy rubbed his smooth rump against the shaft hidden beneath his pants.

The boy got up from the drake's lap and with his psychic mind undid the tail-button of Luck-Tooth's pants. Grabbing the band of the pants himself, the boy then pulled them over Luck-Tooth's scaly legs, grinning when he saw the tented underwear that waited for him .

"My they certainly did not program you to be small!" The boy gasped, amazed at the drake's long member. Grasping the long spear over the underwear the boy began to jerk it, teasing it, playing with it. Luck-Tooth let out a moan, experiencing such pleasure for the first time in his robotic life. As his genital became fully exposed from its slit, he could feel the testicles at the base of his cock began to swell. In feeling the pleasure, in absorbing it all, something else new awoke inside of him. Dominant sexual instinct, like a burning hot fire over his mind itself, began to take him over as the boy's taunting only fed the newly found lust Luck-Tooth had only begun to experience.

The boy eventually took off Luck-Tooth's underwear releasing the once restrained member into the free air where it stood tall.

"Not small at all! You are actually bigger than the real Luck-Tooth." The boy said as he licked a teasing tongue up the larger drake's shaft, "Tell me robot wolf, can you cum?"

"I can produced a holographic semen if necessary."

"Does it taste like real semen? Does it feel like real semen?" The boy placed his maw over the head of Luck-Tooth's cock and slowly descended his head as he let the erection push down his throat.

"I have never had a complaint-ah" Luck-Tooth moaned as the boy deep-throated him, placing a claw onto his testicles, playing and teasing the pair that he found, "Everything must be-properly stimulated-As to not BLOW-my cover."

The boy released the large genital from his mouth, now playing with the cock between both of his claws. With his psychic mind he levitated himself as he removed his pants and underwear off of his body. The boy was now fully naked; he was not as well endowed as Luck-Tooth was but where he may have had erectile inadequacies, his perfectly rounded rump spoke of other desirables.

The boy levitated himself onto the bed, bending himself over and raising his tail. Below his tail, a puckered black tail-hole sat. As Luck-Tooth turned around, he had but only one thought in his head. He wanted to mate that boy, take him as his own, he wanted-he had to penetrate that inviting hole.

The larger drake walked up behind the boy and lashed a long salivating tongue over the boy's hole. The tongue, although holographically simulated still seem to pleasure the boy in a surprising way. Again, Luck-Tooth played his tongue against the boy's hole, penetrating the entrance on occasion. His own cock now was dripping a long thick stream of pre-cum onto the sheets below.

The boy rocked his hips back and forth, side to side, as the drake being to spear his hole with his tongue. The boy's rump now firmly grasped in the claw of the drake, Luck-Tooth was not about to let the boy go.

"F-f-f-fuck Wolfie." The boy spoke out.

"Wolfie?" Luck-Tooth smiled. He liked that name.

After he had finished lashing the boy's pleasant rump with his hungering tongue, the desire to mount the boy could no longer be contained. First lining his triangular cockhead against the boy's hole, he pushed his hips forward slowly penetrating into the smaller drake.

"Ah-" The boy gasped when the base of the larger drake's cock hit his rump. Luck-Tooth stopping just as his swollen base hit the hole's entrance, "B-big" Is all the boy could escape from his lips as the drake began to hump the boy. Leaning into the boy, he hugged the boy in his large arms along his under belly. His rhythm increasing as he pulled the boy into him and as he pushed deeper, faster, and harder into the lithe drake.

The boy's smaller prick had already been spewing pre-cum by the time he started to rub himself within his claw. The spear that invaded his backside filled him with more pleasure then he had ever felt with any mate before. His moans and groans only escalating louder as the drake pumped into him.

Finally the swollen base of Luck-Tooth's cock penetrated the boy's hole as he shot out his seed into the ass of the smaller drake. At the same time, the pleasure had taken the boy as well as he found himself shooting streams of hot semen unto the sheets below.

The larger drake collapsed onto the boy as the glowing basking warmth of his release overtook his body. Falling onto his side the boy fell with him, cock still firmly secured in the boys ass. Holding the boy in his arms, he began to reflect on the strange phenomenon this boy had allowed him to partake in.

"That was beyond anything I could have ever been programmed to feel." Luck-Tooth said between gasping breaths.

"That, Wolfie, is the feeling of hearing a whispered silence." The boy smiled as he curled his tail around the other drake's, pushing himself into the defending grasp of Luck-Tooth.

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I wrote this in one-go. Wrote it and tried to edit it in one single sitting. My muse motivated me past my bed-time. and now will only be satisfied when I submit this. Maybe I'll edit it some more in the morning. Wait? It is morning? Why won't you let me sleep you damned overactive brain!

Sorry. So, after leaving the writer furry community for a LONG time (4 years) I suddenly got this overwhelming urge to write this sci-fi story. But it never could work. If I wanted to do sci-fi fantasy I need an extra fantasy element. Suddenly I added that "furry" twist to it and the story actually started to work really well. I guess I just needed to taste a bit of my own nostalgia. Afterall it's on this very site that I started submitting my work online and getting feedback.

Will I come back and continue the story? Well part of me says I stopped posting here for a good reason but at the same time part of me has got me starting to post again. I had alot of fun on this site back in my day. Either way it's not up to me. It's up to my brain. It does all the writing anyways, and it is very specific about what kind of work it wants me to do.

:-/ It is a rather interesting story....Bah...I need sleep.

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And yes, in the time I spent away from SoFurry/Yiffstar I had still continued writing. I'm elsewhere on the internet...under many different pen names....Mystery man I am!