Walk a Mile: Covert Ops: Cora
#3 of Walk a Mile: Covert Ops
Walk a Mile: Covert Ops: Cora
By Von Krieger
Cora leaned into Morgoth's caress, the black and red dragon's clawed hand stroking the soft fur of her cheek. She clung tightly to his large, powerful frame, her head resting on his chest, her plentiful breasts and udder resting against his flank.
"You know what I have to do, my pet." he said softly, his voice rumbling pleasantly, sending a thrill through Cora as it always did, as she had been designed to.
She nodded her head, "Yes, Master. I know the penalty for a whore's disobedience. I am willing to accept that fate. You have no choice; you have to use me as an example to the rest. I know, Master. I know all too well." the bovine said softly.
"It was stupid of you to come back, Cora." the dragon rumbled, "You could've ran."
"I'm just a whore, Master, I couldn't get away. I had to make sure that my child would be well taken care of. I didn't want her to grow up with..." she shook her head, "All this. All the sex, all the violence, the kidnapping, the Companions."
"I understand." Morgoth purred. "Who was her father?"
Cora shrugged, "I don't know, Master. She looked part feline. Triangular ears, retractable claws, black and white, spotted."
The dragon crime lord looked into Cora's eyes, and found no falsehood there. He sighed softly.
"A shame; I had hoped that she would've been mine. We could've done so much with her. Kriegan could've made her perfect. I'll have to try again. This is quite an inconvenience, you realize."
"I am still able to serve in the capacity you require, Master Morgoth. You have the opportunity to improve me as you see fit, and will be able to birth all the offspring you require. The baby wasn't yours, and I didn't want her to have to go through what I did." the bovine said softly, eyes filling with tears.
"Shh, shh, shh, Cora." Morgoth rumbled, "You have no need to fear. It will be all over soon."
The dragon stood, picking the bovine up in his arms, carrying her from his 'business' bedroom into the adjacent lab.
-o-
Cora closed her eyes as she was placed into the transformation chamber. She sighed happily and relaxed, sliding down the smooth inner wall to a sitting position. Her legs were forced open by the size and weight of her udder. She slowly ran a hand over her body, as if trying to put each contour into her memory.
There had always been warnings about this. Well, not this, but being involved with the illegal brothels. The legal ones, the Leiaou ones, didn't take just anybody. They had a two year training school before you were allowed in. That had always amused her; that someone had to pay for schooling to be a whore.
She'd needed the money, at first. It had been an immigration scam that left her needing the cash. A young human from the one of the Outer Point systems, she had left home to look for something more glamorous and exciting in the more populous worlds than the mining, farming, and foresting that was what the outer worlds were generally used for.
Cora smiled and ran her three fingered hands over her smooth hooves. She had long since forgotten what it was like to have human feet. She had gone to the brothels, gotten herself hired, and had quickly made herself enough money to continue on her trip further inward towards the galactic core. But she found that she rather liked her job. It was fun, and it paid well.
Her one problem was her addiction. It wasn't drugs or VR stims like most of the other girls. She'd gotten addicted to genetic enhancements. Her changes made her a better and more popular lover, which had gotten her more money, which had lead to more changes.
It had been an accidental side effect from her second breast enhancement that had made her start lactating, and she had never stopped. She loved milking herself, and being milked. She had slowly transformed herself from a human to an anthropomorphic cow. She had taken everything slow, getting used to each small change before getting the next, allowing her clients to get used to them as well.
She had been traded around the various brothels like an up and coming linebacker around the GFL. A few years ago she had wound up at Morgoth's brothel. She had been one of the few employees who had been dubbed 'Companion' without having any of the modifications that came with it.
With her obsession, it had been inevitable. She had been one of the few willing ladies who had undergone the Companion genetic enhancements, and she had never looked back. That soft, sweet, scared little catgirl had done wonders. Just taking a breath in her Companion body had been on par to the pleasure she had felt as an unaltered human when a cock had been thrust into her.
The dragon had become fascinated with Cora. She hadn't been sold into the job, she had made sure that her client base were all individuals that would see to her pleasure and well as their own, she legitimately enjoyed coming into work. She had grown incredibly skilled in her fifteen years working the back rooms and escorting wealthy businessmen, women, and herms.
Morgoth had grown fond of the pleasures she could offer, and he indulged the many changes and tweaks she had gotten to her form over the years with open access to Kriegan. She had talked for hours with the Leiaou, browsed the modifications that she kept in her database. Such a browsing session resulted in her getting her udder enhanced.
So big, so large, so perfect, so full of milk; she loved it. It was around then she had playfully begun referring to Morgoth as "Master," like the programmed Companions did. She was very good at finding what gave her clients pleasure, and her willingly referring to him with that title made him feel happy, and it enhanced his pleasure.
He felt comfortable with her like no other. It seemed to Cora that Morgoth couldn't afford to have many real friends, or lovers. She was the only one she knew of that had willingly shared a bed with the dragon. The others were either terrified of Morgoth, or were programmed Companions, caring for Morgoth simply because they felt they were supposed to.
Cora believed that the dragon loved her, in his own way. It was why she had been chosen for his special project. She wasn't supposed to know about what he had planned. Her body had been further tweaked and enhanced, small genetic changes meant to be imparted certain effects onto any children she conceived.
Which was usually impossible, the first alteration Cora had done was to prevent any pregnancies. Morgoth had that bit removed without Cora's knowledge, or so he'd thought. She'd had Kriegan write a change monitoring program for her cyberlink, so Cora could monitor interactions between her many genetic modifications.
Going through her mental logs of the prospective changes in Kriegan's database, she'd discovered what Morgoth was planning.
A newborn was far, far more genetically enhance able than an adult. So much more could be done, especially with Kriegan, and a recent acquisition of military class modifications. The problem was, all that prospective genetic firepower couldn't be applied to a fully grown adult.
Cora had heard about such things happening, but the biomods needed were incredibly expensive. Essentially a biological brain backup that was essentially indestructible. The brainpod was a combination of genetic re-engineering and cyber ware that served, originally, as a secondary brain. Over time personality and memories were added to the brainpod during sleep, until it was, in effect, a duplicate of the host's original brain. And beyond.
There were improvements that could be used for the mind, but due to the slow rate of cell turnover, and the delicate structure of the brain, they had to be added before the brain grew too developed, within the first year of life. Or within a secondary brain inside the host. As the host used the brainpod more and more, the original brain would degrade somewhat. In effect this created a continuity of consciousness to where the host's mind and essence resided in a surgically removal container that was self supporting for several weeks, and could be implanted in a 'blank' body that had been created with the proper mods to accept an outside brainpod.
And judging from the mods that had been applied to her, Cora could tell that any pregnancy would result in a child with that particular feature. Morgoth, paranoid as ever, was planning to transfer his mind into the child's body, a body that would be far more powerful than the one he currently occupied.
Her belly had begun to grow with pregnancy soon after, Kriegan's mods ensuring a quick and easy pregnancy. It was why she had fled. As much as she cared for Morgoth, she would not let him destroy the consciousness of her baby in order to obtain a near-indestructible body with an increased intellect.
He would hunt her to the ends of the universe to acquire their child, and from the moment Cora knew she could become pregnant, she had done her best to assure that she and Morgoth would not conceive a child. She had tried her best to have herself fertilized by a client, or one of the herm companions.
In the end? She had no idea if she had succeeded or failed. Little Aya had draconic features, but she also had fur. But there were the triangular ears, which neither she nor Morgoth had. The fur Aya could have gotten from Cora, but the black and white spotted pattern wasn't something Cora or Morgoth had.
Wait... Cora had taken on the typical moo cow look once to see if she liked it, and Kriegan had said that sometimes deactivated mods sometimes appeared in the offspring of gene-modded individuals. So it could have come from Cora. But the retractable claws on Aya's hands and feet, those were something that didn't fit Cora's history of cow-based enhancements, or something that Morgoth had. The towering dragon's claws, all three inches of them, were kept on his fingertips, an obvious display of force.
The blue transformation fluid began to fill the tank, and Cora smiled as its familiar warmth swept over her. Aya was safe; she couldn't possibly be Morgoth's. Even if the dragon managed to find her.
A small display flashed in the corner of Cora's eye, a subconscious search through her mod database. Retractable claws. Her eyes widened, she had completely forgotten about them. It had been a modification she had gotten on the advice of her co-workers, back when she was still mostly human. Concealed defenses if a client got a little too hands on. They wouldn't expect claws on a human.
Aya could've gotten the claws from Cora! But her ears!
Cora closed her eyes, recalling the hours she had spent with her baby before giving her to the care of the Sisters of Perpetual Aggression, one of the Leiaou orders set up to take children whose mercenary and military grade modifications might make things a bit difficult for other orphanages to rear such a child.
Small points on the ears, almost like... oh gods. Like Morgoth's ear fins. Aya's ears were a fusion between Cora's and Morgoth's.
The captive bovine began to panic within the cell, the thick goo reaching her ample chest. She splashed and trashed within her cylindrical prison. Then she laughed, floating calmly in the goo as the liquid metal of the breathing mask slipped over her muzzle.
Her memories were going to be sealed off. She was going to begin life anew as a programmed companion. It didn't matter if she knew or not anymore.
Aya's secret was safe with her.
Morgoth would never know
Cora felt the cyber link attachment slip into place. The sleep-inducing chemicals hit her system, lulling her into unconsciousness.
The last thing that filled Cora's mind was the image of her daughter, snuggled up against her breast, purring softly with contentment.
-o-
Several years later...
The instructor blew her whistle, putting an end to the virtual mauling that was occurring in the middle of the sparring circle. "By Dessarra's left tit, Drake, you are an embarrassment to the entire vulpine race! Here you are not only getting kicked ass over teakettle by a girl, but a SIX YEAR OLD girl at that!"
The fox sighed softly; a mistake as his opponent only squeezed him tighter, driving the breath from his lungs, and not allowing him to breathe in any deeper.
"You have gone and humiliated your entire unit here today, Cadet Drake! A grown man trounced soundly by a youngling whose testicles haven't descended yet! Break it up, you two. Hit the medbay and come back here at 18:00, this time I'm bringing the holocamera."
The Leiaou sergeant turned, a grin on her face, her tufted tail swaying back and forth in amusement as she walked away. The pressure on Drake's lungs eased and the fox was able to finally draw in a breath. The crushing weight on his back was also removed, replaced by a large hand with six inch biosteel claws. He took the hand and found himself yanked back to his feet.
"Sorry about her." Rumbled a deep, but quiet voice, "She thinks it's funny to have the most bio-accelerated recruit pound on all the newbies and mock them for it. It's nothing to be ashamed of, really, I've got so many hand to hand combat mods built into me that are like second nature to me."
Drake rubbed feeling back into his aching arms and nodded, "Yeah, and being seven and a half feet tall and half a ton of hard scaled dragon really helps." He said with a wince.
Aya chuckled, "If you know what to do, size and armored scales are not much of an advantage; especially as quick as you are. If you'd like, I can teach you some dragon fighting techniques."
Drake grinned, "Combat instruction from a six year old?"
The huge dragon herm shrugged her well-muscled shoulders, "Only chronologically. My mental enhancement mods have me on par with a twenty five year old dragon." She looked down at her flat chest, "Now if only my hormones would catch up with what's inside my tail."
"Inside your tail?" Drake asked, blinking.
"Yeah, it's some sort of weird mod, I actually have most of my long term memory and body systems control features in the top bit of my tail rather than up in my head. Weird huh?"
"Yeah, I'll say." The fox said with a nod.
The dragoness looked up at the stars and sighed, "I wonder which of my parents I got that particular mod from."
"You're lucky you don't know your parents." Drake said, placing a hand that had only just recently regained feeling on Aya's shoulder, "I got put into foster care because mine were stim addicts. It's why I signed onto the mercenary system. There's a chain of command, and if I'm treated terribly, there's always someone to report to.
Aya nodded.
Drake stretched and winced, "And at least the beatings are scheduled."
The dragoness laughed and grinned at Drake, "I think I like you, Cadet Drake."
The fox grinned sheepishly, "Does that mean you'll go easy on me in the rematch?"
"Not on your life!"
"Well, I had to ask." The fox said with a sigh, pondering the future of his poor, abused ribs.