Chapter 1
Notes:
Hello! As always, my porn is not my politics. Except for the part where I think being a class traitor is a dumb idea outside of fiction, where no one real is harmed and you can get kinda sexy with enforced bootlicking.
This is a three parter, and in order of porn to plot ratio, it's 1 > 3 >> 2, and each chapter will be tagged individually with what subject matter and kinks it contains.
While this isn't explicitly non-con/rape, all consent is given under altered mental and emotional states that exist only in fiction. In real life, enthusiastic and clear consent must be given during a state of mental soundness, or the interaction is nonconsensual.
Chapter 1:
F/F, force feminization, hucow, intelligence loss, milking, mental transformation, identity death
Chapter Text
Iris put down her phone and sighed. She knew Callen wouldn't approve of her choice in partner, given he'd been madly in love with her for years. But Iris' decision to marry wasn't made lightly. After all, she was an omega and brilliant, essential engineer or not, she couldn't get any further in life without an alpha whose name she could put property, funds and assets under.
The easy choice had been the last leg of their friend triangle, the mild mannered yet filthy rich and powerful Aless Sterling. She was weird for an alpha, not really bothering to match with an omega or even casually ask one for service. When Iris had broached the topic of marriage, Aless had easily agreed to the conditions of this the arrangement being entirely business. They would remain as friends, with no obligations for Iris to serve, have sex with or bear children with Aless. It was the perfect option for Iris, who refused to become like the rest of the city's omegas. They might be satisfied being brainless breeders, but she had aspirations.
Even without knowing about the terms, however, Iris had no idea why Callen couldn't see that Aless was the practical choice. After all, the Sterling family owned a good quarter of the city, but that was 'love,' apparently. Iris thought it was just alpha possessiveness with a pretty name, and leaned back into her sofa while waiting for Callen to arrive. He was dead set on talking her out of this decision, but he didn't have anything to his name. The only thing he had that Aless didn't was a cock, and Iris couldn't care less about sex anyways.
Her doorbell rang, and Megy popped up on the wall. "Cheep! Visitor ID, Callen Minos. Allow in?" "Yes, Megy," Iris replied, and heard the door unlatch. Callen stormed in, already angry, and Iris briefly considered calling the city's enforcers. She had an idea of how this meeting would go given the alpha's temper, and had mocked up a plan that would let her keep both her friends.
"Iris, you can't do this," he started, and Iris sighed. "Not even a hello, Callen?" she asked, and he shook his head. He was intimidating even for an alpha, with his massive, muscular build and way above average height. Iris gave the hand signal for Megy to call the enforcers after all, and stood up. "I'm letting you visit only because of our long friendship, Callen. If you're not here to congratulate me, you can get out."
"Iris," he pleaded, taking one step further. "If you want a convenient marriage so you can continue your career, just pick me. Marrying Aless means all your accomplishments will get attributed to her and the Sterling family. You'll never get the recognition and fame you want." His argument was sound, but the way he kept approaching her was putting the omega on edge. "You forget, Callen. Once I marry Aless, I'll be a Sterling. The family's accomplishments will be my accomplishments too."
A lie she was forcing herself to believe, but being owned by one of the most powerful families in the city would keep her safe. It would keep her in her lab, and from ending up the trophy wife of some second rate loser who wasn't the head of the company that developed Megy. Callen shook his head. "I won't allow it. Iris, you're coming with me. I'll make sure you come around to liking the idea," he stated with a dangerous look in his eyes, and Iris backed up.
"You know Megy's recording all this," she warned, and Callen just laughed. "She can record all she wants. By the time anyone gets here we'll be long gone. I've got transport waiting for us outside the walls." Outside the walls? "Just keep incriminating yourself, Callen," Iris shot back, not liking how there was nowhere to run to in her studio apartment. Where were the enforcers? "Admitting to wanting to steal another alpha's property is already bad enough, but to want to leave the city too? You're never going to get to see me or Aless again. Is this really worth it?"
On some level, Iris did still want to be friends. The three had been inseparable growing up, but second puberty had hit Callen hard. His alpha hormones had seemingly completely rewired his brain, turning him into an obsessed, angry beast nearly overnight. She missed the Callen that had stayed up with her to cram for exams, that made both her and Aless breakfast when they were students. She was going to have him back.
The door clicked, and Callen whirled around only to be shot multiple times in the chest. He grunted, reaching to pull out the tranquilizer shots lodged in him, but two more swift shots had him collapsing onto his side. Iris jumped back, her heels clicking against the hard floor, and looked up to see an enforcer at the door. The uniform of the city's violent crimes task force was unmistakable, with its signature muzzle and sleek, form fitting suit, and Iris sighed with relief.
"Sorry, Callen," she said to the unconscious body of her friend. "I'll fix this. All of this."
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"Iris, what exactly have you done?" As Iris expected, Aless was horrified by the plan. Iris shrugged, continuing to style her hair in the mirror. She'd gotten her hair color augmented to the newly released pearl pink, and the subtle shimmer was incredibly on trend for the moment. Her eyes were still ruby though, very last season and something she needed to get changed soon.
"Iris, please answer me. What have you done?" Aless asked again, her unusually soft voice strained with worry. Iris held in a scowl, not wanting to ruin her cute little face. Looking like Megy was the trend right now, but Iris didn't want to look like a copycat. So she hadn't changed her face just yet, but her face already looked too similar to the new Megy model. Maybe a few changes were in order after all? Satisfied with the long braid she'd pleated her hair into, she turned to her old friend at last.
"I did what I could to keep him with us. You know as well as I do he's been coming undone with those stupid hormones of his. So I pulled some strings to get his community service sentence done under you," she explained, but Aless only looked exasperated. "How exactly does that make sense? I am not a community." Iris just shrugged again. "Your company employs thousands of people and improves the life of every citizen. I argued that serving you is serving the city because of how much you provide in terms of jobs and essential products, and the sentencing board agreed."
Aless opened her mouth, only to be interrupted by the doorbell. Despite being the owner of Megy's development company, Aless didn't use the service. Iris thought it was strange, but everything about Aless was strange anyways. Iris hurried off to receive the delivery, using the house's authenticator sign off in lieu of Aless. She had the delivery drones move the huge box into the living room, and Aless gasped when she saw what it was.
The box was colorful, white with pink splotches all over and a thin, plastic front with holes punched in for ventilation. It looked like the boxes for the figures Aless liked to collect, only inside was...
"Wow," Iris breathed out, looking in. She knew it had to be Callen, but all of her senses told her otherwise. The processing had converted his muscles into luscious, plush fat that softened his entire frame. Massive breasts- udders, really, sat atop his feminized frame, and his new cunt was thick and already dripping. He seemed asleep, his eyes closed and bearing long lashes that weren't there before. His ears had been transformed into bovine ones as well- long, soft, velvety and the same white and pink as the box. Completing the look were two nubby horns atop his head, yellow ear tags and a sizeable nose ring.
"A cow?" Aless cried out, stepping back from the box. "Iris, I thought you meant- the software you wrote for prisoner rehabilitation was more than adequate in this case. Why did you allow this to happen?" Iris briefly ignored her friend, feeling something odd rise up as she looked at her new pet cow. Pride. Elation. Arousal.
"To fix the hormonal issue," she replied, starting to unbox her friend. "Besides, this is a shorter sentence than standard rehabilitation. Callen will be back to us sooner." Aless still looked unhappy, but once Iris got the box cover off, their friend's eyes fluttered open. "Moo...?" she asked, sitting up. She had an utterly stupid and clueless look in her eyes, and Iris was tempted to keep her- no, him, in this state. Right, this was Callen. Iris picked up her handheld adjuster, and found the maintenance port on Callen's neck.
She plugged her terminal in, receiving another soft moo, and the omega took a moment to pet the stupid little cow while she cracked her own software. She was going to let the original personality out of the container that kept it safe during service, all so that Callen could be with them. Aless crouched down, worry all across her face, and then the program was done. "Moo...oo? What...?" Callen groaned, putting a hand on his head with a grimace.
"Welcome back, idiot," Iris greeted as she disconnected her device. "I pulled some strings to get you sentenced here with us instead of on a farm. Some thanks would be nice." Callen mooed softly again, and shook his head. "I... sands," he swore, turning to Iris. "What was I thinking? I've been so horrible to you, Iris. And to you too, Aless. It's like I can think clearly for the first time in years, moo."
Aless frowned. "Are you all back, Callen?" she asked, and the cow's ears perked up. "Moo? I think not, but I'd rather not be all back. I intend to serve my sentence fully, and the old me wouldn't tolerate this." He stood up fully, his massive chest swinging down below him as he did. The cow print bikini he wore did nothing for support, but the livestock harness he wore did. Iris couldn't help but stare at her friend's plump, elongated teats, and impulsively reached out and pulled one.
"Moo?!" Milk spurted from his tit as Callen moo'd out a moan, and Aless yelled suddenly. "Iris, you did not do this because you didn't want to pay for milk," she warned, and Iris shook her head frantically. "I swear I didn't. Aless, you're rich enough that I could have milk every day. I did it because I couldn't get them to approve secretary or domestic service duty for an alpha."
"Milk..." Callen looked down at his swollen teats, and his ears perked up again. "Milk. You did always love milk. Can I get you a glass, Mistress?" Again, that strange thrill ran through Iris. "If you need to be milked," she answered, feeling odd about the whole thing. She knew milk came from cows like this, but to be offered a glass direct from someone calling her 'Mistress' was an entire other thing.
"I need a moment," Aless suddenly declared, shaking her head. Iris watched as she retreated to her private room, leaving the other two alone. Apparently, she wasn't taking this too well. Callen watched her go with a sad little moo, and then turned back to Iris. "Allow me to get that glass for you, Mistress," he repeated, a warm smile on his face. Iris watched as he slowly made his way to the kitchen, unsteady on his high heels, his entire body jiggling with each step. His ass bounced with each step, accented by a tiny triangle of bikini and a working implanted tail. Arousal, again. Idly, Iris wondered if Callen still wanted to fuck her. Maybe there was something to sex after all, when it didn't involve being forcibly bred by an alpha.
Iris caught up with her friend easily, beating her to the cabinet to get a large jar. "Let me milk you, Callen," she offered, and her friend nodded. With her vessel secured, Iris tugged that long, swollen tit again and received another orgasmic moan from Callen. The artificial omega grew unsteady on her feet, and the next jerk sent her to her knees. "M-moo..." she moaned, and there was that look again. The look of a stupid, horny animal, and Iris set her jar on the floor. With her heart pounding, she grabbed both teats and pulled them at once, aiming them both into her jar.
Callen just kept mooing with each tug, and Iris felt her crotch heating up as she milked her friend. He just looked so much better as a cow, she thought. With his soft, plush lips, long, sparkly pink and white hair and his vapid expression, he looked better than ever. Iris squeezed her legs together as she squeezed her cow's udders, and with another orgasm, her cow sprayed more and more jets of milk into the jar until it was filled to the brim. Yet when Iris let go, each teat continued to drip with milk. She still had more to give.
Iris scrambled back to the box. She'd seen a milking machine earlier, and she intended to use it. She grabbed the device and attached the cups to her pet's leaking tits. To the other end she attached the huge container that had come with it, and she turned the pump on. Her pet mooed in pure ecstasy and arched her back as the machine milked her, and Iris pulled off her own underwear. Hiking up her skirt, she positioned herself standing atop her friend and as she thought, her pet latched right onto her clit and started suckling.
The cow's lips were soft and her eyes glazed and vacant, all stupid animal as she serviced her Mistress. Iris moaned as she was eaten out, grinding her hips against her pet's face for more. Each of the cow's moos was a vibration that had Iris coming close and closer to orgasm, but it wasn't enough. She opened her eyes and looked down, seeing her friend's dumb expression as she mindlessly sucked clit, and that was enough. Iris came with a hissed cry, pulling herself free from her cow's exceptional lip suction with heaving breaths.
Iris looked down again, and saw her cow licking her lips with a dejected look on her dumb little face. "Lick me clean, cow," Iris ordered, and her pet cow mooed happily and did just that. Iris sighed, enjoying the warm tongue lapping between her legs as it mopped up everything she'd been dripping. It'd been the best sex Iris had ever had, and it had been with another omega. Doing this kind of thing for anything other than an alpha's pleasure was seriously perverted, and Iris wondered if that was why she'd never liked sex until now. Maybe she was just a pervert the whole time.
"Okay, that's enough, Callen," she ordered, and stepped away. Her cow licked its lips, this time with a smile and intelligence in its mind. "As you wish, Mistress. Though, please continue calling this cow as simply a cow. She quite likes that," the cow replied, and Iris looked down at her very content looking friend.
"Shit. Did I fry your hardware?" she asked, crouching down, but the cow merely nuzzled against her Mistress. "Perhaps. But it's very pleasant this way, moo. Most omegas have it easy, don't they? No need to worry about bills, climbing the corporate ladder, keeping up appearances. The only thing this cow cares for is pleasing her Mistresses. This is going to be a very pleasant sentencing," she murmured, and Iris pet her cow between the horns.
Her plan had been a complete success. Unknown to everyone but her, she'd taken this chance to test how to naturally integrate a human mind and her rehabilitation programs. Her goal was to create a hybrid product that maintained itself, with no need for manual software updates. The biosoftware created a framework for the mind to develop a natural neural net along, and in this case had developed a happy cow with organic responses that didn't rely on Megy integration to generate.
"Good girl," Iris praised, and her cow shuddered in pleasure. Just one milking had changed her this much, and Iris couldn't wait to see what fun they would have next.
Chapter 2
Notes:
Contents:
No explicit sex, dronification, mental transformation, identity alteration, plot without porn except at the very end
Chapter Text
Iris could tell Aless was getting uncomfortable with the whole cow thing, from the way she looked at both Iris and their new pet. They were eating breakfast together, with Aless and Iris at the table and their cow on all fours, licking nutrient porridge from a bowl.
"This isn't right, Iris," Aless said, and Iris just shrugged. "It's what she wants," she replied, deliberately omitting her role in the change. "I already freed her mind, so this is entirely her choice. Isn't that right, girl?" The cow mooed in response before turning back to her food, and Aless sighed. "I don't like this. I'm going to get her sentence changed after all." The alpha stood and moved to put on her coat and before Iris could protest, her phone buzzed. She checked her notifications to find a message from Megy, and by the time she looked up again her ultra efficient friend had already left.
With a sigh of her own, Iris checked her notifications. The sender was... unlisted? "Megy, who sent this?" she asked, and received a chirp in reply. "The sender is anonymous!" was the useless reply, and Iris wasn't sure whether to open the message or not. "Megy, scan for viruses and malware," she ordered, and the scan came out clean. Even then, it was still suspicious. Another message arrived, also from the blank sender.
"If you'd like to keep your cow, come to this address immediately," it read, and Iris tried not to frown. So it was a hacker. How did they get her Megy address? Worse, this message had an attachment. That was definitely fishy. "Moo?!" Her cow cried out suddenly, ears flattened, and Iris whipped around in her seat. Was the dumb thing choking? The cow jerked straight up, and looked at Iris with too clear eyes.
"Iris Sterling. You will go to the listed address, or else we will come to you." They'd hacked her cow?! "You don't even have wireless internet!" she cried out, shaking her pet's shoulders. But the cow remained a messenger. "Will you come?" the stranger asked through her voice, and Iris grit her teeth. "No, fuck you. Stop hacking my cow and talk to me like a normal person, coward." Ths cow paused, and then nodded. Then the intelligence left her eyes, and she mooed in worry.
"There, there," Iris soothed her increasingly dumb pet, scratching her between the horns. She barely spoke anymore; successive milkings had almost entirely removed her will to do anything that wasn't milking or eating, whether it was her food or Iris' pussy. Iris gave her cow's massive teats a tug, instantly relieving the animal of its worries. The cow lapped at her own milk within the bowl, and the door suddenly clicked open.
Iris stood as two men entered, and one was dressed in the city enforcer's uniform. Instantly, she relaxed and approached them. "You could have sent those messages from an offical email," she scowled out, and the man in front laughed. He was well dressed, and Iris guessed he was in his late thirties or early forties. He had smile lines, but there was something slightly wrong with his smile. Something about it reminded her of Megy's mechanical smile, and Iris decided the man just wasn't smiling for real.
The man turned to his companion. "See, Luce. I told you. This one trusts authority," he said, and the enforcer just looked away. "But where are my manners? My name is Sine. It's very nice to meet you in person, Iris Sterling." He stepped forward and offered a hand, and Iris accepted it. His hands were oddly callused, and Iris wondered what he did for a living. "Nice to meet you. Would you like to take a seat?" she asked, gesturing to their living room, and Sine nodded.
He sat in an armchair, with his companion keeping guard. Iris sat on the couch, and her cow came over on all fours to join her. Her cow settled her head on her Mistress' lap, uninterested in the conversation. She simply felt her Mistress was stressed, and could benefit from having something soft to pet.
Iris did just that, stroking her pet's silky hair. "So, what did you need to speak to me about?" Iris asked, and Sine smiled again. "Straight to the point. I like that. Let's get down to business, then. Pardon me for stating the obvious, but you're an omega. Yet you're a crucial part of our city's engineering team, the mother of modern rehabilitation biosoftware. That pet of yours is a new experiment as well, isn't she?"
So maybe the guy was an investor? His lack of last name was suspicious, but maybe he had reason to hide it. Either way, he was a city official if he had an enforcer with him, so Iris let the matter slide. "Not really. Though, how did you get in? Again, she doesn't have a wireless connection, and she's mostly organic too." Sine leaned back in his chair, and crossed one leg over the other. "One has to have their industry secrets in this economy," he replied. "But I'm not exactly interested in her. I'm interested in you, Iris."
Was she being poached, then? Was there a family that dealt in tech that was higher ranked than the Sterlings? Iris tried to search her brain, but came up short. If the guy was from a rival upstart, she'd reject him on the spot. "What exactly do you want?" she asked, and Sine laced his fingers together on his lap. "Let's just say that I have a strong investment in keeping order in this city. An omega like you can't be sitting so high up," he started, and Iris felt the hairs on her body stand up. She'd had nightmares about this kind of inevitably before, and she felt her heart start to pound.
"To be honest, Iris, you're dangerous. You have the ambition, hunger and talent to eventually challenge me, and I can't have that happening. Nor can I afford to have omegas look at you and think that independence is the key to happiness. And yet, you have too much talent to simply get rid of you. What would you do in my shoes, sweetheart?" Iris balled her hand into a fist, pulling her pet's hair and earning herself a sad moo from that. She let go, petting where she'd hurt the creature, and tried to think. This was surely a test. If she could pass it, maybe she'd be granted an exemption. Like Sine had said, she had too much talent to disappear.
She swallowed hard. "I'd do what I did to my cow here," she admitted, feeling a cold sweat start to form. "Put an array in my head, make me a crazy patriot who works to better her city. Contain my personality and keep my intellect intact," she answered, hoping she was right. But Sine just laughed. "Partially correct... but you're an omega. There's an even easier solution."
Iris leapt up and ran, even if she didn't know where to go. Aless- Aless could shield her, right? She opened the door, and her friend was standing right there. She'd gotten home just in time- "What's the hurry, Iris...? Leaving our friends so soon?" Aless' smile was foreign on her face, but Iris could recognize it anywhere. It was Megy's smile, and the alpha grabbed Iris and shoved her back inside.
"How...?" she asked, utterly bewildered. The Sterling company owned Megy. How could their own CEO have the biosoftware installed? "Good job, Megy," Sine said from across the room, and Aless cheeped happily. "Thank you, Master. Megy lives to serve..." Aless trailed off, a dreamy look in her eyes. Iris was utterly fucked now, and she turned to find even her cow immobile. Not a single ally to be found.
"How does Aless have Megy installed? You can't do that without erasing the original data, and she's too real to have been simulated." Iris was panicked, scooting to put her back against the nearest wall as she tried to think. Sine smiled and shook his head. "That's because there is no Megy installed. Aless dear, show Iris your special room." The alpha cheeped a reply, and opened the door with a retinal scan. She flicked the light on, and Iris found herself approaching in a daze.
Inside were dozens upon dozens of Megy figurines in glass cases, replicas of Megy's costumes displayed on mannequins, and a single bed strewn with various sex toys and a mirror above it. "Aless," she whispered. "What the fuck have you been doing in here?" Aless cheeped beside her. "Loving Megy. Wanting to be her. And now, thanks to Master, I can." Iris looked at her friend, not comprehending.
"She's our own little experiment," Sine explained, coming up to the pair and drawing Aless close. "She's been injected with omega hormones for most of her life. The entire Sterling family is ours, and we needed the heir malleable and obedient. Didn't you ever feel like something was wrong with her?" Iris watched in horror as the man started groping her friend, squeezing one of her soft breasts in his hand. Aless cheeped happily at that, her face flushed and her thighs squeezing together. It was horrific, and not only because her friend was being so mistreated. No, that forbidden thrill was rising through Iris again at the sight.
"Such a good girl, Aless. We'll get you transferred into a Megy body as soon as we're done here," Sine promised, and Aless shuddered with joy. Iris couldn't look away. What did she want? To be in Sine's shoes... or Aless'...? She didn't know, and that terrified her too. "Luce," the man called with a snap of his fingers, and the enforcer approached before presenting an item to Sine. It was a collar.
"I can't have you succumbing to carnal pleasures like these two," Sine explained, buckling the strap around Aless' neck. She cooed softly, and nestled against her Master. He wrapped an arm around her and turned back to Iris. "We need that pretty little mind of yours intact, Iris. In fact, we even need that ambition intact to fuel your desire to make better and better products for us. All we need is to nip your chances of rebellion in the bud. I need you to love your city, Iris."
"I do," she replied, but she also knew it wasn't true. She'd faced a lot of difficulties being an omega, and had she not been sponsored by the Sterling family, she wouldn't have made it so far in life. Sine shook his head. "You don't," he replied softly. "But a single install can fix that. You look quite fond of augments, Iris. What's one more?"
"The biosoftware can't be installed on an existing mind," she warned, but Sine only smiled. Aless had dropped to her knees at his feet, happily nuzzling his leg. Inappropriately aroused, Iris wrenched her gaze away from the sight. "Not the version you have access to. Luce made one just for you," he said, and Iris turned to the unassuming enforcer. "You?" she asked, genuinely shocked, and the man just shrugged.
"Ignore his humility," Sine said. "He's the grand architect of the Megy revival project. Again, the Sterling company is ours, so having someone else release the product is no big deal. Besides, we have your mind backed up a thousand times over. If something goes wrong, we can simply restart." She wouldn't even get the dignity of having her own mind, changed as it could have been by her own software. No, she was going to become mass produced garbage.
"Please," she pleaded, getting on her knees. "I swear to you I won't ever try to cross you. All I want is to keep my life of luxury, and to keep doing my work. That's all. Please." The last word was a whisper, but the needle in her neck came nonetheless. "Sorry, dear," she heard Sine say as her body was flooded with nanites. "Promises mean nothing in this industry."
Iris dropped to all fours as her body raged with heat, and she let out a sob. She'd come so far, but being an omega had finally stopped her. Nothing she'd done had protected her at all in the end, and she groaned as her head started pounding. Her blood throbbed in her ears, drowning out everything but her heartbeat as her mind was changed. The install staked its claim on her brain, inserting its tendrils where it had no business being.
It was as if something had grabbed her brain and squeezed it out of shape, molding it into a new shape. A better shape. A happier shape. A smile came to her face, mechanical and empty, as she was given new purpose. All her life, she'd resented being an omega. But she'd just been seeing things the wrong way. Being an omega was a blessing, because it meant being given the honor of serving an alpha. Of belonging completely to one, to never feeling unsafe or unsure again so long as an alpha owned her. Tears ran down her cheeks, but they must have been from happiness. She was becoming part Megy, and what could be better than being the city's omega? So long as she loved and protected the city, she would be safe.
"Cheep. Install complete," she chirped with a smile. This time, it was genuine, and Luce confirmed her intentions through his tablet. Her mind was entirely known to her Master now, and she smiled as Sine reached down to pat her. "Good girl," he praised, and for the first and last time in her life, Iris experienced the bliss of an obedient orgasm. Service had never felt so good.
Chapter 3
Notes:
Contents:
M/M, F/M, compulsory heterosexuality (also as a kink), breeding/pregnancy kink, petplay (a little), dronification, dollification, identity alteration, orgasm denial (technically)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The last of the boxes had been moved in, and Iris put her hands on her hips in satisfaction at her new office. It was very high up, giving her a fantastic view of the city, and her Master had even been so kind as to include facilities for her pet. Her cow was happily settled into her stall, dozing on her mat and waiting for a milking.
Luce, her Master's collared beta, was even nice enough to help Iris set up her things. He was off enforcer duty today, looking rather plain without his muzzle and tight black suit. He handled all the heavy stuff while Iris set up her computer the way she liked it. The door opened while she was setting her monitor height, and her Master came in with his personal Megy in tow. "Hello, Iris. How are you liking the new office?"
"It's fantastic, Master!" she cheeped. Her mind began to partially sync with the Megy unit, a mental embrace between herself and her old friend turned digital sister. "I see the replacement Aless is doing well," Iris commented after the sync. She had seen the replacement through her fellow Megy's mind, an AI she had written herself to be placed in her friend's old body. With the hormone injections reversed, she was starting to look and act like a real alpha. Iris and Megy continued to sync, each smiling the same placid smile as they exchanged information.
"Very well. Good job, Iris," Sine praised, but Iris did not react with arousal. Arousal only clouded her mind, and she was no longer allowed to feel it. Instead what filled her was a strong flood of love for her city, filling her from head to toe. "Thank you, Master," she cheeped. "This Megy unit lives to please her Master and serve her city," she replied, standing at attention.
She had gotten a new set of augments to fit her new status as part of the Megy network. She'd changed her hair and eyes to pearlescent blue, and had her body changed to the standard Megy frame. Gone was the uniquely petite build she'd been so proud of, replaced with the same body chosen by so many of the city's omegas. With her massive, bulging tits and an ass that begged to be grabbed, she now fit into standard Megy clothing with ease.
She had even changed her fashion style out of her new dedication to the city, fully embracing Megy inspired fashions. Today she was wearing a replica of the outfit worn by the lab assistant Megy model, with the focal point being an impractical labcoat with overly long sleeves, with the hem perfectly cropped to provide easy access to her ass. Her breasts were adequately supported by a glittery, clear plastic mini dress with a corset top, giving her enviable cleavage while keeping her nipples on display. A downy Megy collar rested on her neck, from which hung her ID card, and her kitten heels matched Megy's perfectly. A specially made silicone seal sat over her clitoris, preventing it from receiving any sensation while allowing for access to her vagina that a standard chastity belt couldn't provide.
Sine smiled at his newest product. Iris was still herself, but now a part of something much greater. The Megy network was nowhere near as sophisticated as his own, and that was by design. Luce had developed it specifically on omega brain patterns, taking inspiration from the way omegas naturally desired to be controlled. That part of Iris had been awakened and nurtured, and now she was a happy, functional omega. Like all omegas, she would need routine sex as part of her maintenance. In fact...
"Iris, have you received maintenance yet?" he asked, and she cheeped in response. "No, Master," she replied, and Sine gestured to the desk. Iris bent over it obediently and spread her legs wide, pretty as a doll and just as passive. In maintenance mode, Iris' mind idled and she simply smiled vacantly ahead as she rested on her massive tits. Sine gestured to Luce. He pretended to be very involved in placing potted plants, but a snap of his Master's fingers had him approaching with a sigh. He moved behind Iris and began unbuckling his belt, and turned to his owner with a disgruntled sigh.
"Can't you do this part yourself?" he asked, pulling his flaccid cock out. Sine moved behind him and pulled his lover close before taking his cock in hand and starting to stroke him. "You need maintenance too, Luce," he whispered as he kissed the beta's neck above the collar. "If you don't fuck something every once in a while you'll be useless to me, you know?"
Sine suddenly bit down on his beta's neck, causing the man to shudder and his cock to twitch. The alpha kissed the bite mark he'd left, and returned to murmuring in his lover's ear. "And don't forget, I'm very eager to breed the two of you. Imagine a line of obedient little betas and omegas with your combined intellect. The things we could do with them. So be a good boy and get my omega nice and pregnant, hmm?" "Ugh, fuck. Fine," Luce relented, and Sine only laughed before giving Luce one last kiss on the neck.
Iris, meanwhile, waited obediently for her maintenance. A good amount of exchanged fluid between an omega and either an alpha or a beta kept omegas calm, happy, and obedient. Even better was a viable pregnancy; the hormones produced caused the omega to become extra loyal to whoever had bred them, and Iris used to fear this. The thought of becoming Callen's mindless fucktoy had plagued her because he would have never let her continue working. Now, she patiently awaited her breeding to a city employee. It was part of her civic duty to breed, and she could continue to work while pregnant. It was a dream come true.
Sine deemed his beta sufficiently aroused, and pulled the final piece of this ritual from his pocket. It was Luce's enforcer muzzle, and Sine could see the look in his beta's eyes change upon seeing it. The weariness and indifference in his eyes changed to sharp focus, and when Sine secured it, Luce was well and truly ready to breed. He guided the man's cock in, and then clipped his beta's leash on before giving the command.
"Luce, breed," Sine commanded with a snap of his fingers, and Luce snarled and thrust into the hot, dripping cunt below him. He dug his nails into the omega's hips for leverage, his fingertips burying themselves in her plush flesh. Sine sat in Iris' office chair, holding his dog's leash as the maintenance was performed.
He really was interested in the offspring the two would produce, and his own Megy approached with a bottle of wine and a glass. "A drink, Master?" she cheeped, having gone down the hall to Sine's office as ordered. He gestured for her to pour one for him, and she did just that. Sine then motioned for her to service him, and she knelt and began to undo his belt. Sine truly did love Luce, with his grumpy attitude and hard to earn affection. But this side of Luce in particular? The well trained hound, the wild beast he'd drawn out from the beta and tamed himself? It was beautiful.
Luce growled into his muzzle as he fucked the blankly smiling omega beneath him. His singular focus was on his Master's command to breed, while Iris received no pleasure from her maintenance but the warm glow of serving her city. There was nothing sensual about their coupling at all. It was a mating arranged by their shared alpha, who enjoyed the show without even having to lift a hand to pleasure himself. He sipped his wine, occasionally petting his not so virtual assistant for a job well done.
With one final, exhausted snarl, Luce came into his breeding bitch, breathing hard into his muzzle as he filled her with his seed. His cock had been augmented to knot like an alpha's, and it swelled up to keep any of his sperm from escaping. Sine knew there were much more effective ways to ensure a breeding, but where was the fun in that? He watched as his lover arched his back, his lithe, muscular frame in full display, his eyes half lidded, his messy ponytail just about undone. Then his hound turned to him, his eyes full of love and pleading for approval, and that was when Sine finally came.
Megy immediately moved to lap up her Master's mess, but Sine stood regardless. He'd clean himself up later, but for now, he dressed again and went to reward his pet. "Good boy, Luce," he purred, petting his hound on the head. Luce closed his eyes and nuzzled into the hand, and Sine decided to remove his beta's muzzle. This part was a favorite as well because for a moment, his lover was whole. His ferocity and drive mixed with his perpetually exhausted nature, and then the balance was broken as Luce gave in and leaned into his Master.
Sine kept petting him, and undid his beta's ponytail to loose his waves of dirty blonde hair. "Sine?" Luce muttered, and his lover responded with a gentle caress of his cheek. "Yes, love?" Luce looked up at him, his eyes tired. "Can we skip the knot and just augment my sperm instead? This whole knotting thing sucks," he said, and Sine laughed. "We'll see about that, my love. For now... Iris, check for fertilization, please."
"Cheep!" she replied, the first thing she had said since being asked about her maintenance. "This unit is pleased to report that she is adequately fertilized. As Master is Luce's Master, ownership has not been transferred." Luce pulled himself out with a grunt, splattering cum all over Iris' new floor. She immediately got on all fours to clean it with her tongue, and the men left her to it. Megy went with them, severing the connection and leaving Iris feeling suddenly alone.
But she wouldn't be alone for much longer, she realized. Lapping up the last of the cum, she put a hand on her belly in happy remembrance. What fulfillment she felt, serving the city with both her mind and body. She had to spread this joy to other omegas. She sat on her chair, cum still oozing from her cunt, and opened up a new project. She knew exactly what program she would write next.
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Thank you for taking the time to read this. Hope you have a lovely day, and stay safe out there.
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