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The Technomancer Upgrades His Computer

By Danath danath.sofurry.com

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Snick-tap-snick.

Snick-tap-snick.

Feline claws shot out, tapped the desk, and retracted, repeating a regular rhythm. The owner of the claws growled.

Snick-tap-snick.

On the CRT monitor next to the large paw, a large hourglass flickered, endlessly spinning.

Snick-tap-snick.

Snick-tap-snick.

Snick.

A gloved, golden paw pointed at the screen, fingers stretching outwards. The tips of the fingers darkened slightly, but the spinning hourglass on the screen didn't change. The claws vibrated and the owner growled deep in his chest, until his fingertips began to lighten to a bright shade of blue.

There was a fizz and a pop. The screen went black and acrid black smoke sizzled up from the backside of the ancient monitor.

"Curse these obsolete machines!"

The claws raked down the desk, leaving five deep scratches in the wood. The Technomancer pounded his other fist onto the desk in front of him, shattering the keyboard and sending bits of plastic flying from underneath his black-gloved paw. The massive lion bared his teeth, growling at his reflection in the dead monitor. Bits of cords and computer components lay strewn about the desk haphazardly. All the technology was worn and patched and often duct taped to hold it together.

The lion's biceps flexed as he stood and grasped the underside of the desk. His black leather vest strained over his chest as he flipped the heavy furniture with both paws, sending it flying across the room, where it crashed into a bank of servers. Pops, sizzles, and a few small explosions followed before the lights flickered and went out. The lion panted, growling, tail whipping back and forth behind him in anger. His latest attempts at wreaking digital havoc were failures. Modern technology was outstripping his natural abilities behind a keyboard. Unfortunately, in a strange twist, while the Technomancer could use technology, he didn't understand it. Before he'd become a villain, he'd been a professional weightlifter. After the events that turned him into the Technomancer and set him on the path of evil, he'd quickly discovered he had no idea how to set up a network, install RAM, or even load antivirus software.

Outside of the server room, Pentium and Megabyte, the Technomancer's henchmen, listened at the door as their master roared with fury. When things suddenly grew quiet, they exchanged meaningful looks and quickly backed away, standing at attention about ten feet from the door.

It banged open and a video card sailed out of the black room, narrowly missing Pentium's long nose. The black horse flinched, but remained at attention as the lion's golden muzzle peered out, crinkled in a rough snarl. Pentium was the newer of the Technomancer's underlings, but his ability to update and upgrade their computer networks was falling behind. He was able to keep things going, but hadn't been able to do much else. Still, he was useful in other ways. At seven feet tall and three hundred pounds, he was an intimidating presence, taller and larger than the Technomancer. A bright purple headband wrapped around his forehead, just under his ears. A large t-shirt with non-ironic cartoon characters dressed as rappers clung to his muscular chest and abdomen. Brand new jeans with holes shredded into them from the thighs down covered his stocky legs. Special vulcanized rubber shoes provided some padding and protection for his hooves, and were the same color as his headband.

A few feet to his right, Megabyte's tail curled between his legs. The red wolf wasn't as tall as his co-henchman, but just as muscular. He'd been the original henchman, recruited by the Technomancer years previously when command line interfaces were the best thing available. The wolf had thick red fur, which hid much of the definition of his powerful body. He was shorter than the horse by a good foot, but broader in the shoulders. An orange fanny pack sat over his left hip. A pair of zebra-print, loose-fitting cotton pants hung over his legs. His shirt was white and cut-off at the mid-riff, revealing his flat belly. Gold chains hung around his thick neck, often disappearing into the scruffy fur, which was denser and deeper than the rest of him, almost like a mane. A patch of white fur ran like a treasure trail from his pecs down the middle of his stomach and into his pants, while the tip of his tail was also white.

Both henchmen dressed as out of date as the computers around them. They waited for their master's orders as he glared at them in turn. The Technomancer's eyes roved the room, taking in the obsolete fax machines, PDAs, and beige desktop computers. All of it worthless, outdated junk.

"Get me... a consultant!"

* * *

"Thank you for calling Top Computing Solutions. This is Tim. How can I help you?"

Tim hoped he didn't sound desperate, because he was. Jobs were fewer and farther between now than ever, even with the economy in general picking up a bit. Companies just didn't seem to want to drop a lot of money on their computer systems yet. Each phone call brought time a bit of hope, but the curly-haired poodle often was left disappointed. Maybe this time things would be different, he though. His long tail wagged hopefully and his free paw loosened his necktie.

"Hey, dude. We definitely need a hand upgrading out systems."

Whoever was on the other end of the line sounded like he was speaking straight from 1995. Tim wondered whether it was a prank call, but, remembering his bank account, decided to play along.

"Of course. Would you like to schedule an appointment for a consultation?"

"Yeah, dude. Excellent!"

Tim glanced at his smartphone and blinked. "Uh, okay. What time works for you?"

After getting the caller's information, Tim ended the call and re-read the notes he'd written down. Two p.m. the next day at a company called Accelerated Cybertech Innoventions. An internet search brought up very little information about the company. Its website featured an animated gif of a stick figure digging with a shovel and the words "Under Construction." There was also something about "Web 2.0" on it.

Still, a job was a job. Tim left his previous company, which served large corporate clients, a few years ago, just before the economy slowdown. He'd started his business on a good note, only to see the work dry up over the next few years. Many of his colleagues from his old employer got in touch, inquiring whether he was hiring. Things were tough all over. Tim was fortunate to have the few contracts he did.

Still, maybe this was a sign. Judging from Accelerated Cybertech Innoventions' website, they were in definite need of some upgrades. Tim licked his lips and jotted down some ideas for a presentation. It always paid to be prepared for anything.

The next day, Tim arrived at Accelerated Cybertech Innoventions a few minutes early. The building was drab and gray, with small windows set into thick concrete. The ugly purple-leafed trees and low shrubs outside of the building looked just as tired as the faded sign outside near the road, which featured an image of an old CRT monitor with lightning bolts coming out of it. Underneath the company's name was a slogan: "THE FAST LANE of the ELECTRONIC SUPERHIGHWAY." Definitely old school, Tim thought.

The building's lobby was just as outdated as the outside. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead and day-glo paint splatter art hung on the walls, along with motivational posters featuring kayaks and trees. The floor was white linoleum with some black speckles. Behind a low wooden counter, one of the biggest wolves Tim had ever seen was reading a hard copy of a technology magazine that Tim was pretty sure had gone out of business five years earlier.

"Hello, I'm Tim, from Top Computing Solutions," he said, approaching the counter and extending his paw.

The wolf jumped to his feet. He really was massive and towered over Tim, who, at five and a half feet, barely came up to his chest.

"Hey, dude! Awesome to meet you. Yo, call me Megabyte, 'kay? Let's, like, get you to the boss man A-S-A-P, all right?"

Tim tried not to grin. The wolf's speech and mannerisms were ridiculous. Who called themselves "Megabyte," anyways?

"This way, guy."

Tim followed Megabyte through a set of double doors and down a long hallway. The concrete walls had been painted years before in a hideous shade of industrial blue, which had faded to a somewhat nauseous light green. The fluorescent lights didn't help it look any better. There were doors and a staircase off to the sides, but they moved right past them. At the end of the hall, the building opened up into a single large room. The hall contained a variety of workbenches and desks. A few cubicles were still set up, but Tim could see many of the walls piled haphazardly in the corners. Cables hung from the walls. Obsolete computers, CRT monitors, fax machines... every sort of office equipment from the past two decades lay scattered about.

The only person in the room was a huge equine. Tim watched as the muscular stallion leaned over a table with black goggles over his face. The strap was bright pink. He soldered components together from the guts of a burnt-out flat-screen monitor. The monitor was noticeable only because it was so much newer than anything else in the room.

As they passed, the horse stood up and grinned. "Hey! This the consultant?"

Megabyte nodded. "Tim, this is Pentium. Pentium, this is Tim."

Tim tried desperately to hold in the snort of laughter that threatened to escape his muzzle. Fortunately, there wasn't much funny about shaking paws with a guy who could crush you with a pinkie. The horse was ridiculously buff. Tim's sense of self-preservation was stronger in the moment than his sense of humor, fortunately.

"Good to meet you," the poodle said politely. His fingers disappeared into the horse's palm. "What are you working on?"

"Trying to fix this thing," the horse said, a note of frustration underlying his tone. "The boss ain't so good with modern technology."

The monitor, as though on cue, hissed and popped. Acrid smoke poured out of the back.

"Aw, shit!"

The horse quickly returned to his work and Megabyte put a paw on Tim's shoulder, guiding him past the equine towards the back of the hall, to an open-air elevator platform. Megabyte smacked a button on the wall and they descended to the sub-floor. It was dark and cramped in the new space. Tim peered into the darkness before Megabyte hit a switch to turn on some lights.

Cables and wires covered the floor, walls, and ceiling. Monitors, some active, some dark, flickered from underneath. Servers and racks of hard drives blinked. The air was chill, so at least Tim knew they had a good ventilation system. Megabyte pointed to a black door set at the end of the corridor of technology.

"Boss is in there, dude."

"Uh... okay," Tim said.

He took a step off the elevator, then whirled around as Megabyte smacked the button and rose up to the main floor, leaving him in the dim gloom of the server room. Shaking himself, Tim straightened up. No matter that this place was a museum, or that he was getting creepy vibes. A job was a job.

He picked his way across the floor, carefully avoiding tripping on any exposed cables. He tapped his knuckles on the black door and waited.

The poodle didn't have to wait long. The door opened and a massive golden paw reached out, clutching at the front of his shirt. Tim yelped as the huge fist dragged him inside. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving him in pitch black darkness. He stared wildly ahead of him as a pair of huge golden eyes peered at him, the only things he could see. The poodle's ears twisted. He could hear heavy breathing and the sound of a few fans, probably from a computer.

"You're the consultant?" a deep voice asked.

Tim got seriously strange vibes now and considered just leaving. Was any job worth this kind of creepiness?

"Uh... yeah. I'm Tim, from Top Computing Solutions."

"Your qualifications?"

"Network administration, enterprise-level solutions, online databases, etc.," Tim said. "I'm up-to-date on technology as it stands and can provide personal consultation and ongoing support over the course of any systems upgrade." Getting into the swing of his sales pitch, Tim relaxed a little. "My rates are very fair, and I always make sure my clients are satisfied with the solutions I implement. I'm available 24-7 for technical support. Client satisfaction is my number one priority."

There was a pause. The golden eyes blinked and the lights slowly came up.

Tim stared. A huge lion sat on a wheeled office chair, one ankle crossed over his thigh. He wore no shirt, revealing broad, muscular shoulders and a beastly chest. Ripped abs, powerful thighs, and huge feet completed the look. A simple black bikini bottom hugged the big male's hips, though it did little to disguise the obviously male and obviously massive bulge in the lion's crotch. The feline's dense golden fur couldn't disguise his honed musculature. A dark brown mane ran wild, surrounding his face, nearly covering his round ears. It ran down into a point on his chest, between his shelf-like pecs. The big male wore black gloves on his paws, which creaked as he squeezed his palm into his fist.

"Excellent. Your services shall be required," the lion said, standing up from the chair.

With the light a little better, Tim could see the ruined remains of server racks and a computer desk, which lay splintered in the corner. The room was chill, even colder than the main server room. The poodle gaped at the lion's form as the big male moved closer.

"You begin... now."

The lion's paw shot out, catching the startled poodle by the neck. Tim hurked as the fist closed tightly around his throat, pushing him backwards into the door. His feet kicked as he was lifted a foot into the air by the muscular feline. A whine escaped the poodle's lips as razor sharp claws sunk into his neck.

The poodle went rigid. The pain faded, but something else was happening. A blue glow emanated from the lion's hand. Neon circuitry showed through the keratin of the lion's claws as the feline established a link with his soon-to-be henchman. Tim's eyes glazed over and he went limp, no longer struggling and grasping at the lion's wrist. Slowly, the poodle's eyes closed.

A nearby computer flickered to life. The lion reached out, fingers extended towards the screen. Directions popped up, scrolled across, and showed loading bars for each section. The first was "Personality Reboot."

Tim's legs jerked slightly.

An electronic voice read out the results.

"Personality reboot complete. Establishing dominant personality. 10 percent... 30 percent... 50 percent..."

With the connection establish, the Technomancer's claws retracted, leaving five tiny dots of red in the poodle's dense, curly fur. Tim slumped against the wall before the lion grasped him and turned him around, shoving him onto his belly.

"Override existing personality?" the computer voice asked.

"Override," the Technomancer growled. His paws grasped the poodle's pants, ripping through the fabric with his claws, tearing them away from the dazed male's body.

"Override complete. New personality installed. Please commence direct uplink."

The Technomancer smiled viciously. Direct uplink... his favorite part.

Tim's head rose into the air. "Wha... where... where am I?" he asked, slurring his words some.

The feline growled as he stripped the male naked, ripping the clothes from the poodle's slim figure. He didn't speak as he tugged on the waistband of his bikini briefs. A heavy pair of tan lion balls flopped out, followed by a meaty sheath coated in thick white fur. The sheath attached to the lion's hard belly with a strip of thin skin, keeping it upright even as it fell out, dangling and shifting side to side. A few moments later, as the Technomancer crouched behind his victim's upturned rump, a black stalk throbbed out of the tight tube of skin, stretching the opening. The Technomancer growled as lust surged through him. The first time was always the best, he knew, and he grew excited and aroused in moments. Hard blue lines illuminated his erection as it grew to its full fourteen-inch length. It was as thick as Tim's arm and glowed an unnatural blue color as hidden electronic circuit patterns covered it from the tip to the base. Even the lion's tan nuts began to glow.

Tim's muzzle opened as one of the Technomancer's paws held his hips. The other reached around, clutching at the poodle's skinny chest. With a grunt, the Technomancer pushed forward, grinding his erection between the canine's rump cheeks.

"Initiating Sexual Protocols," the computer said. "Initiation... complete."

"Nnggggggg!"

Tim's body shook as his erection went from soft to fully hard in a matter of seconds. The poodle ground backwards, eyes wide, as pleasure surged through him.

"NNnnffff... hah... oooh... yes... yessssss!" the canine said, a mixture of moans and grunts and cries.

The Technomancer growled as his thick tip ground under the poodle's tail. A massive golden paw shoved the smaller male's shoulders down, pushing his chest into the concrete floor. The Technomancer pushed forward, grinding his cock past the canine's tight ring.

Tim's head spun. He couldn't tell if he was supposed to be enjoying this or not. Emotions and feelings that didn't seem to be his own were confusing him. He wanted... he wanted... he had to go! To escape! But no, he didn't. He had to... to please his master. The Technomancer. He was... he was the Technomancer's now. All of him. Was he?

The canine groaned as his mind blazed with more lust. The computer's tinny voice spoke again.

"Please initiate direct uplink now."

The Technomancer shoved forward, pumping his thick shaft, wet with blue-tinted pre-cum, deep into the poodle's body. The small male cried out as he was stretched open and penetrated deeply. The shaft surged inside him, flexing, spitting pre-cum deep into his guts. The glowing, circuit-laden shaft throbbed as the computer's voice rang out.

"Direct uplink established. Commencing re-programming."

The Technomancer shivered and pulled back a few inches before shoving in hard again. The poodle cried out beneath him, rump stuck up in the air, chest and face pushed flat to the floor. The Technomancer crouched, knees spread, meaty shaft sticking straight out and slightly down as it pumped into the poodle's tight, curly-white rump. The big lion's head tipped back as the poodle squeezed around his length, milking his shaft.

"Reprogramming... five percent complete..."

Tim's eyes popped open and drool fell over his lips. The canine's tongue hung out, dragging on the floor, as the Technomancer's huge body drove into him again and again. His eyes glazed as delicate blue circuitry formed around his pupils, changing the color of his eyes from brown to aqua. The poodle's arms twitched at his sides as flashes of blue spread under his fur, traveling across his body in waves.

"Reprogramming... ten percent complete... please maintain direct uplink..."

The Technomancer shuddered with lust and pumped into his new henchman harder, faster, stretching the canine's tail hole.

"Reprogramming... fifteen percent complete... intercourse protocols engaged... speech mode active..."

Tim's shoulders trembled. The canine's arms pushed against the floor, shoving his hips back onto the fat, dripping blue member of the Technomancer.

"MMmmffff... yessssss," he moaned, a luxurious and satisfied noise. He groaned again when the Technomancer's thickness buried deep inside him, twitching and throbbing. The blue circuits continued to flash under his fur as his eyes blazed bright blue.

"Reprogramming... 20 percent complete... initiating phase two..."

The Technomancer brought his knees together and knelt as he turned the poodle onto his side. The small male groaned, panting and begging, as the lion lifted one of the male's legs, spreading him wide, and pounded him from the side, driving his shaft deep inside with each thrust. His cock was bright blue now, glowing intensely from within, as were the lion's claws and even his teeth. The canine's body shuddered and twitched as Tim's brain was wiped of its original personality, replaced instead with one significantly more loyal to the Technomancer.

The Technomancer, however, wasn't just interested in Tim's brain. The poodle's skinny arms reached out, grasping around the Technomancer's neck. The big male leaned down as Tim leaned up, meeting for a lewd kiss. Even the lion's tongue was now coated with circuitry, and sticking the thick, scratchy muscle down the poodle's muzzle only encouraged the ongoing reprogramming. Tim's arms grew muscular, thickening under his curly fur, and squeezed tightly around the Technomancer's luxurious mane. The poodle's chest swelled next, along with his hips, which cracked as they widened.

Tim groaned with lust as energy surged through him. His whole body glowed a bright blue under his fur, giving him a ghostly appearance in the darkness. His eyes were single masses of blue light now, like LED flashlights, and when he tipped back his head, breaking the kiss, more light shot from his throat, nostrils, and ears.

"Reprogramming complete... enter physical specifications desired above baseline."

The Technomancer's hips pumped steadily forward into the shuddering, clenching poodle. His body was growing slowly, filling out at a regularly pace, but would soon stop at the default if the Technomancer didn't intervene.

And intervene he would.

"Biceps: 19 inches," he commanded. "Proportionate default values for the rest of the values."

"Commands accepted. Enter additional commands or proceed to finalization."

"Hell, give him a big cock, too," the Technomancer said. "He'll need it to keep Pentium in his place."

"Command received. Penis target set at thirteen inches. Enter additional commands or proceed to finalization."

"Finalize!" the Technomancer growled. Beneath him, Tim moaned and crooned, paws curling into the lion's mane, tugging and pulling, urging the male on as light poured from every part of Tim's changing body.

"Reprogramming... 60 percent complete."

Tim's biceps swelled quickly. Each time the poodle curled his arms, they got bigger and bigger. Massive balls of pure muscle formed under his pelt, matching the growth of the rest of his small, but growing, body. The poodle's dense fur glowed blue, illuminating the changes as the Technomancer watched gleefully, his fat shaft still buried deep inside the enthralled male.

The poodle's chest barreled out in shape. His abdomen hardened, forming a six pack, then an eight pack. His white-furred sheath blossomed, adding on the inches. The canine's knot swelled from the size of a plum to the size of a baseball, while his testicles grew as big as coconuts. The poodle's backside arched as the Technomancer turned him over onto his shoulders. Huge golden paws reached for the changing male's chest, groping and stroking the incoming muscle. They also held the writhing male down as the lion's hips slammed up against him, making his whole body rock back and forth.

"Mmm... maaaaaa... maaaasster!" Tim cried out, blue eyes unseeing, head tipped back, his voice nearly a howl.

"Reprogramming 80 percent complete. Finalization imminent."

With increasing urgency, the Technomancer thrust into his price. His claws raked the poodles fur, scratching lightly against his skin. One paw wrapped around the canine's thickness, which swelled dramatically against his palm, from six inches, to eight inches, and more. It jerked, warm and thick, heavy, drooling clear pre-cum.

The Technomancer closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. His hips ground in hard, deep, holding himself there. His breath caught as the incredibly muscular poodle beneath him clenched around his stalk, milking it with his inner walls, even tighter than before thanks to a rigid set of glutes.

"Finalization imminent."

The Technomancer leaned over, palms spreading against the concrete, claws leaving deep furrows in the cement. His face hovered over the poodle's as he roared his dominance. His cock lurched inside the transforming male's belly, dumping a pent-up load of electronic jizz. Tim's backside arched and a flash of blue light exploded from every pore of the canine's body as his dark red doggy cock let loose with a huge stream of cum that splattered from the Technomancer's belly to his chest.

The light faded quickly in the canine's body. Tim slumped against the floor, his chest and belly a mess of cum. His cock pumped thick strands of it out, large ropes that drizzled down his hips and onto the floor. The poodle panted heavily, his muscular chest rising and falling over and over, his huge pecs and thick nips stretching his skin taut. His legs draped over the Technomancer's thighs as the golden lion hunched forward, breathing just as hard, cock still buried in the poodle's tight rump.

"Engaging upgrade protocols."

The Technomancer lazily pulled his cock back, exposing a few inches. The flesh was black once more, solid and natural. He pushed back in, his stiff shaft not spent quite yet. The poodle beneath him shivered and began to move again.

"Reboot complete. Engaging upgrade protocols... complete."

Overhead, the ceiling began to change. The dark black planks morphed into panels of gently luminescent, natural white light. The panels filled in the ceiling from corner to corner before morphing along the walls as well.

The Technomancer growled and pushed in deep, then grabbed Tim's left leg and pulled it across his stomach, flipping the male onto his belly again. The poodle's firm bubble-butt squeezed tight around the lion as the big feline leaned into him, more than ready for round two.

The deeper and harder the Technomancer went, the faster the room around them changed. Cables withdrew in on themselves. The broken desk rearranged itself into a modern and elegant black metal frame. The broken CRT monitor fizzed and popped as power cables, moving on their own volition, wrapped around it, smothering and lifting it to the desk. When it reappeared, it was a new, large flat screen. Similar scenes happened around the room, where technology upgraded itself. The Technomancer smiled as he felt his power surge and grow with every new piece of equipment. Beneath him, his thaumaturgist henchman moaned and whined, unaware of his role for now.

The muscular poodle's backside rippled as he pressed his palms into the floor. The lion's chest pushed against him from behind, keeping him pinned. He whined again as the thick stalk sawed back and forth, stretching his ring and filling his rump. Thick, pale blue cum drizzled out of his rump and down over his meaty sac. The head of the poodles generous new endowment was pressed flat into floor as the lion's powerful legs shoved him in hard and deep. The poodle cried out as his hard belly squeezed down on his erection. He came again, shooting thick wads of canine seed across his chest, soaking his curly white fur. The thick canine whined loudly, especially when the Technomancer grabbed his headful and pulled him back, wanting his new henchman, excited at the growth he'd caused the formerly small and lean male.

Cables disappeared from the walls. Broken equipment fizzled out of existence. The Technomancer's fingertips glowed blue. An impressively powerful, modern tablet computer materialized in the lion's triumphant paw as he stretched his arm up and down, getting up from his knees, feet on either side of the moaning, whining poodle's hips. His cock angled downwards as he pumped readily, easily into the canine's tight bubble butt, working his thick, ebon rod under the dog's wagging tail. The lion's grin was wide, nearly feral, as the gloves on his paws dematerialized. A platinum clasp appeared over the Technomancer's chest, connected around his neck by a furry white ring of plush fabric. More fabric formed, pixel by pixel, down the shoulders of the broad feline, becoming a rich, silky cape. A leather harness crossed his chest in the shape of an X; the ring in the center contained a tiny, tasteful touch-controlled computer. The Technomancer groaned with lust as the moaning canine underneath him ground his rump up, so that the lion's thrusting hips made solid contact with each heavy thrust.

"Yes... yes! My power grows!" the lion roared. A wind from nowhere swirled around them, growing in power. As the wind picked up, a glowing white bubble of energy expanded from the lion's body. As it passed through the room, more changes came into place: touch screens, modern fiber optics, gigabit internet ports, wireless routers, and superfast servers. Machines buzzed, built-in monitors glowed, and voice activation systems kicked into gear. The muscular poodle beneath the lion growled and bared his teeth, claws raking the new flooring, which pulsed faintly from within, powered by rechargeable energy cells.

The bubble of energy expanded further, growing out of the room, passing through the walls. It altered the server room, replacing the aging workhorses with agile and superfast workstations. Visible cables disappeared as supercomputers connected wirelessly over potent networks and relays. The Technomancer's glowing fingers wrapped around Tim's shoulders, claws pricking at the poodle's skin. Both males moaned in unison as their thrusting increased. Fat shots of white seed splattered from the poodle's aching erection as one orgasm followed another in rapid succession. The lion's fur stood on end, filled with static electricity. The blue glow spread from his fingers to his arms and across his chest, until he glowed much as the poodle had earlier.

The white bubble of energy reached the main floor where Pentium and Megabyte worked on various projects. They saw the thing growing from beneath them and looked at each other nervously, but neither large male moved as the field passed through them, enveloping them in energy. Pentium whinnied as he was lifted off the floor, suspended by the field, arms stretched to his sides. The black stallion's gaudy clothing disappeared, one pixel at a time, leaving the well-built stallion nude. A new costume replaced it: black, form fitting fabric, a one-piece suit with light blue highlights along the sides and the mandarin collar. The suit fit perfectly around his bulging, muscular form, wrapping around his upper hips, cupping his generous maleness, hugging and outlining his abdomen. His mane, previously styled into a long ponytail, opened up to drape over his neck and face, stylishly cut to drape to the side in a modern, short trim. Even the stallion's shoes were modernized, as his well-polished black hooves were re-done in modern, comfortable materials to cushion the keratin.

Megabyte's red fur stood on end as the wolf was similarly lifted into the air. The lupine howled as energy surged through him, similarly eliminating his outdated clothing. Unlike the stallion's form-fitting attire, the wolf found himself dressed in an utterly cool black suit with a white button up beneath. It fit the big male easily, perfectly fitted, and came complete with tasteful black sunglasses. The wolf's impressive bulge was no less prominent than the stallion's. His hair was trimmed short and clean, not nearly as wild as Pentium's new do.

The work benches and half-finished equipment around them changed as much as the two henchmen had. Modern machinery, white robotic arms, tactile interfaces, clean white floors... even new static wristbands and clean suits showed up. Fresh new cloud computers connected to the main supercomputer in the basement buzzed on.

The outside of the building changed as well. The dirty concrete was replaced with glimmering steel and limestone. The tacky sign out from was replaced with a simple sans-serif "ACI" in black on white, at a slight angle. Even the landscaping modernized, with sensible, neatly pruned shrubs and perfectly-mown grass across the campus.

Back in the basement server room, the Technomancer roared once more. For the second time he came, flooding the poodle's flexing rump with thick loads of feline seed. The powerful male's body glowed blue from head to toe, nearly flashing to white as his orgasm swept through him. His normal colors returned quickly, however, and he collapsed forward onto the groaning poodle beneath him. The bubble of energy surrounding the building melted away into nothingness, leaving them all changed.

The poodle moaned again, head resting on his arm, tongue flopped out over his thick, naturally black lower lip. The lion lay on top of him, warm and heavy. The big male's cock throbbed, stirring up the poodle's guts in the best way possible. White cum leaked out of the muscular canine's rump; he shuddered when the Technomancer's teeth found their way to his ears, nibbling and teasing.

The tender moment, however, did not last long. The Technomancer waited a few minutes longer, catching his breath. He'd forgotten how intense things could be and had been surprised at the heights he'd reached with this new male. Perhaps it was because he'd waited so long to upgrade. He'd fought against it, wanting to do it his own way, but this was his power... his true power. The Technomancer licked his lips and growled, pulling his hips back, dragging his oversized maleness from the poodle's firm rump. The canine moaned and clenched, squeezing on the shaft, gasping as he felt the emptiness the huge thing left behind.

The Technomancer shivered when the fat tip popped free. Ignoring the poodle's whines, the big feline stood. A small robotic arm lowered from the ceiling, setting a small pair of frames over the big lion's muzzle. There was only one piece of glass over the left eye. It tracked the lion's eye movements, scanning for commands from the network's ultimate administrator. The glasses connected to the mainframe, allowing the lion personal access to any information he needed with the twitch of an eye.

The powerful feline's half hard cock dripped as he lifted his leg, resting his foot on his henchman's lower back. His tail pushed straight out behind him. His torso bulged as he thrust his chest forward, arms back, chin rising and muzzle dropping open. An ear splitting roar echoed from the basement, through the walls, and up the elevator shaft, ringing through the newly robotized production floor, where Pentium and Megabyte were getting to their feet.

The red wolf cocked an ear and smiled. His paw dug into the pocket on his ultra-stylish black jacket, fishing out a smartphone. He thumbed at it before glancing over at Pentium.

"I think I'm gonna like the new guy," the red wolf said. He no longer felt the urge to use corny catchphrases to describe the internet. He was even thinking of it in lowercase.

The stallion's wild mane brushed over his forehead. Thick fingers ran down his jumpsuit. A pocket blended into the fabric around the hips, where he found a smartphone of his own. He left it in place, however, and moved from computer to computer, tapping at virtual keyboards, waving his hands in the air for the motion detecting processors, and giving many of the subsystems a run-through.

"Definitely liking the new guy," he said at last.

The red wolf looked up from his smartphone as the stallion glanced over from one of the new robotic assembly lines. Their eyes met for a moment before both pairs lowered, checking out how each other looked. The outline of the stallion's erection crawled gradually up his belly, extending from where the fabric ran over and around his hefty testicles. The wolf's smooth slacks tented gorgeously, outlining the head of the stalk pointing down the left leg. Both smiled as they quickly shed their so recently acquired clothing.

In the basement, the Technomancer's roar ended. The last flickers of blue faded from the big male's tawny body. He lifted his foot, letting the poodle up. The canine raggedly got to his feet, dripping in both his and the lion's seed.

"Your mission?" the Technomancer demanded, his muzzle a few inches from his henchman's nose.

The burly male's curly white fur didn't seem to match his deep and masculine new voice, though the rest of his hulking, muscular body did.

"To serve and protect the Technomancer against all enemies. To keep his networks fast and his computers operational. To assist him in all duties..." The burly poodle's biceps flexed as his gaze lowered to the lion's magnificent half-hard stalk, currently flopped over a still plump set of tan testicles. His tail wagged slowly behind him as he lifted his blue eyes back to his master's face, asking wordlessly for permission.

The royal lion nodded, a pleased smirk on his feline features.

As the poodle dropped to his knees and cradled the Technomancer's healthy sac in both paws, the big lion lazily draped his fingers over the curly-haired poodle's ears, squeezing them as the muscular henchman's muzzle surrounded his length. It firmed rapidly, filling the poodle's muzzle. The canine's thick black lips caressed his master's shaft, sliding wetly along the glossy black skin.

"Yes, Solid State," the Technomancer purred, using his new minion's name for the first time. "You'll do very well here. Very well, indeed..."

The lion's head tipped back as Solid State's muzzle wrapped around his length. The poodle's neck bulged as he pressed his nose into the lion's crotch, inhaling his master's masculine scent. The lion's laugh deepened, twisting through the hall, echoing into the cavernous industrial floor. He turned his head, blinking a few times, accessing the drones buzzing about the factory floor.

He commanded one to get closer to Pentium. The naked stallion's black hide glistened, flanks flexing, as he drove his flared horse cock deep into the red wolf's backside. Megabyte howled, claws gripping the edge of a workbench, dark red shaft bouncing and jerking, slapping against his toned belly.

The Technomancer smiled, evil laughter subsiding. Let them have their fun for now. There would be much work in the coming days.

"Good, my minion," he growled, claws squeezing on the poodle's ears, who redoubled his slurping, wet efforts in response. "And once I fill that muzzle of yours full of my seed..."

The lion paused for effect as the poodle's throat opened around his tip, taking it deep, massaging it with his throat. The muscular feline's body flexed, and the big cat took a deep breath before continuing. Static electricity ran up the lion's body like he was a living Tesla coil, sparking between the tips of his ears above his wild and regal brown mane.

"...you will explain to me what Bluetooth is!"

The end

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