Mal0 0.9 Part 3

My slumber was interrupted by a sound. One of those relaxing tunes found by default on most phones.
It took a few seconds for my eyes to adapt to the ambient light, as I stretched with a lazy yawn.
Monday, 7 AM. Time to get up.

My eyes scanned the bedroom. I was alone in my bed, like always. A desperate sigh escaped my lungs. Once more, it seemed like the last time I got laid proved to be a dream. It was too good to be true.
My brain recieved a faint pain signal as I scratched my cheek. I looked at my hand, and found traces of dried blood under one of my nails.

"You like coffee, right?"
I managed to refrain from jolting, as a cup held by a large furry hand entered my vision. So it was true after all.
"I found out how to make some online."

She was still injecting her words directly into my mind, but I could hear an actual weak female voice tone instead of a whisper, like if she was in the process of recovering from a cold.
I took the hot cup. She was there, standing next by me in her naked glory, forced to lean forward to prevent her horns from touching the ceiling.
I took a sip. My tastebuds let me know that the coffee was way too strong, but I swallowed, fighting with my facial muscles, preventing them from reacting to the bitter taste.
I wanted to thank her, but I didn't even know how to call her.
"-Thank you, it's great. Really helps to wake me up."
She tilted her head to the right.
"-You know, I don't know your name. Don't you think it would be a good time for a more... platonic kind of introductions?"

Her eyes strayed down to the cup I was holding, as she left me waiting for an answer. After a while, she replied.
"We all have the same name. I was the ninth, they gave me the nickname M9. But..."
She paused. Her eyes went back to mine. Her voice became slightly clearer.
"...But you, you can shorten it and call me "Mine", because I'm yours."
It felt like I was struck down by a meteor. Direct hit, nobody left untouched in the emotional department. I took another sip.
"-Mine's Anon."
I realized how confusing it sounded.
"-I mean, my name. It's Anon."


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Before disappearing, she requested for me to put my new phone to charge before I got up; The battery was low.
I got into my usual morning routine, bracing myself for the day. As I let warm water run down my tired body, a few interrogations shaped up un my mind. Who was she refering to when M9 said "We", and "They"? What did she meant when she told me she was the ninth?
Time running out, I quickly finished to get ready, grabbed the phone, and prepared to leave. Just before I did, I turned back to witness an empty room, and spoke aloud, just in case.
"-Uh, see you later, Nine. I hope."

I was lucky enough to live close to my workplace; I usually got there after walking for about a 15 minutes.
Cold air and thick fog greeted my exit. Even though my opinion was rather impopular, I enjoyed walks in cold, foggy weather way more than during a bright, hot, sunny day. It just felt more peaceful and refreshing, in every way.

I started walking, happily filling my lungs with fresh and cold air, enjoying the invigorating effect such weather always had on me. On my way, I greeted the neighbors bringing their kids to the next bus stop.
Most of the way was just a straight line parallel to the road, going through a normally vast plain, including a few patches of trees, but the fog managed to turn it into a seemingly endless road, hiding every usual landmark behind a grey veil.
"It's impressive."
The sound of claws scraping asphalt and M9's telepathic voice disturbed the otherwordly silence I was bathing in. My peripheral vision noticed her, slowly walking right next to me. I was starting to wonder if she was aware about the jump humans typically experienced if something, or someone, caught them completely off-guard, in the middle of a thick fog no less.
"-What's impressive?"
"The fog. I knew what it was, I saw pictures of it. But being completely surrounded by it, it's so..."
Without ceasing to walk, she passed her arm behind my back, grabbed my shoulder, and pulled me towards her, slightly altering my walking balance.
"Please... Stay close..."

We kept walking, as I tried my best to hide the smirk her reaction put on my face.
Dragging her attention to a more casual subject seemed a good idea.

"-You said you saw pictures of fog? May I ask where?"
She looked at me. The hazy orbs she had for eyes jumped from left to right, seemingly searching for something that wasn't there. From the looks of it, she was hesitating.
"I built myself around the Internet.", she finally said. "Most of my knowledge, and most of what I am comes from there."
With all the insanely stupid stuff you knew were on the Web, I was surprised she could build a single phrase without sprouting a meme or some prebuilt opinion.
She kept going, probably noticing that I expected more.
"We are essentially a barebone construct. Our personnality is built around the things we come in contact with; We can assimilate information if we want to, to improve ourselves."
"-So you're basically a walking version of the Internet?", I asked.
"No. We can select which information to integrate. I have an extensive... Blacklist, from which  I never gather any knowledge."
I glanced at her. For being built around the Internet, she managed to have a surprisingly decent personnality, even though you had to admit she was a bit "deviant".
She immediately added something.
"You know what makes most of the Internet, in terms of content. I decided to... not blacklist that."
Again, I fought to repress a smirk.
"-That explains a lot."

She looked at me in a way I couldn't describe, as we kept walking. I somehow felt she was slightly offended.
"The expression of primal desires, intense pleasure for everyone involved, the temporary unification of different beings in the most intimate way, and a burning passion flaring up to end in an explosion of enjoyable sensations. It all sounds amazing to me. Add a touch of creativity in the form of fetishes, and you end up with one of the most pleasant experiences there is. Is that bad?"
I was caught completely off-guard.
"-N-No, of course not."


A shiver ran down my spine as I could finally percieve the outline of my workplace emerging from the fog. I was calmly walking right next to a large, unnatural creature, for whom the concept of being clothed was obviously foreign.

"-Uh, Nine, you may want to head back home. Like, now, or we'll both get in serious trouble! Oh god, Jason's coming out of his car!"

Imprevious to my panic attack, 0.9 waved at the man now looking at me, as I percieved what I thought was a chuckle. I imitated her, trying to mobilize all my creativity to come up with a made up reason for the beast presence. A friend in a costume, with discutable tastes regarding sexual genders and public decency?
My coworker waved back, apparently not alarmed by my companion's presence.

"-Don't worry. He can't see me. He does, but he doesn't acknowledge me unless I want him to."

Still uncomfortable, but slightly relieved, I observed as he walked up to me to shake my hand. To demonstrate the veracity of her statement, Mal0 placed herself on his path. My coworker naturally avoided her, and didn't seem to notice that he changed his course.

"-Hey Anon, did you get a kitten for your birthday, or something? Your face's all scratched up.
-Y-Yeah. It's a nice buddy, but it's very... Playful."

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My job wasn't exactly the most exciting, but it certainly wasn't the worst either. I was responsible of logistics in a small factory producing high-grade cutting tools. Demand was low at that time of the year, so things were calm, almost boring. At least, I could read a book in times of complete inactivity, since I had my own office.

I was sitting at my desk, checking the emails I recieved during the weekend. Nine was inspecting every object she could find with attention, often asking about its function. She seemed to enjoy using my stapler, proudly handing me several paper sheets full of staples. When I ran out of staple refills, she gave me her newfound favorite tool back, and vanished before my eyes as soon as I grabbed it.
"-Wait, that works with me too?"

In response, I felt my chair being pulled closer towards the desk. I could see Nine's large hands emerging from under my desk, running up my thighs, finally stopping their journey behind my hips, applying a firm grip to them.
Mal0's muzzle rubbed against my crotch, the latter recieving a few playful nibbles on the process. I saw the hazy light globes in her eye sockets looking up to me, as she slowly opened my pants zipper with her teeth.

Three rapid knocks on the office door stole my focus. I felt 0.9's warm breath heating my sensible region, her letting out a long frustrated sigh right before the door opened. She laid her chin on my thigh.

"-Anon, the meeting's in five minutes!"
Jane's constantly-happy voice came to my ears as her head appeared through the half-opened door.
"-A-Alright, I'll be there soon.
-See you later, sweetie!"
A loud, sharp bone-against-wood thump coming from under my desk moved the various office supplies laying on it. A deep growl came from the source of the shock. Jane didn't seem to notice either events, since she disappeared after a wink, closing the door behind her.
The hostile sound died down as soon as she was gone. Nine's voice, bearing all the tonality of a jealous woman, resonated in my mind.
"I don't like her."
I ran my hand through the fur of the annoyed creature under my desk, which seemed to calm her down, as I felt her skull affectionately pressing against my thigh before I lost all physical contact with Nine. Vanished again.

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The meeting room was almost full. Oddly enough, the chair in front of me was left unoccupied. Something was off.
As my brain processed this thought, 0.9 suddently appeared, sitting in the previously empty chair. She was stating at Jane, which was placed at the other end on the table, far on my left.
Mal0 seemed surprised when she laid her eyes on me; it doesn't seem she was expecting me to be able to see her. Failing to hide her reaction, she waved at me to try to regain her composure.
I did my best to stay forused on the meeting; People in the room were unable to see the huge creature sitting with them, but they could still see me.

Our sales manager had started to comment the numbers from last month when I felt something pressing against my jeans, sneaking its way between my legs. Nine was still on her chair, and tilted her head when our eyes met. I quickly refocused on the presentation, unable to react.
A second pressure on my lower body made me spread my legs, as the first moved to my crotch.

I could feel cushioned pads massaging me through my clothing, with large, sharp claws sometimes lightly scratching the fabric on purpose. I got progressively harder, unable to resist her.
She probably felt it, since her shockingly dexterous, large digitigrade footpaws reached for my fly. Using her claw, she managed to open it, digging one of her toes in the new opening to bring the object of her lust outside.
I had no choice but to let her do her thing, surrounded by my colleagues.

Now exposed, my member got surrounded by a surprisingly soft set of pawpads. They were covering all my length, transmitting a pleasant heat to my skin. Nine started to move her paws in a circular motion, effectively massaging my sensitive zone.
Projected demand for the next six months.

I gave 0.9 a quick glance. She was still silently looking at me with interest. The kneading she was giving me became even more enjoyable when precum became involved, slightly lubricating her pads. She felt the friction becoming less intense, and repositionned her feet, tilting her head the other way.
Estimated number of rejected products and economic impact on the company's wealth.
One of her paws was now resting against my lower belly. She used her second one to clasp my dick between her pads and the back of her first paw, applying a noticeably tighter stroking motion. The combined action of her fur and pads made it even harder for me to focus on the slideshow. She kept going on for some time, until my lower body started to experience that particular, pleasant numbing sensation relative to growing arousal.
The corner of my eye caught her licking her fingers, as my brain processed an amused giggle emanating from her.
"Anon, you look so serious! I wonder how long you'll last..."

Nine shifted gears again.
Abandoning her previous laid-back pose, she suddently leaned forward, giving her some sort of menacing posture, as her footpaws formed a warm, lubricated sheath for my penis, surrounding me from both sides between her clenched toes and her padded canine soles.
She kept giving quick and large, brutal strokes, overwhelming my masculine area with raw pleasure.
A few seconds of this treatment were enough to finish me off; Unable to contain it, a moan escaped my lungs and filled the crowded room, while semen escaped my shaft, drenching both Nine's paws and the underside of the table.

The next second was probably one of the most embarrassing I ever experienced. Everyone in the room was staring at me.
I instantly mimicked stomach pain, curling up to hide my exposed male attributes, trying my best to produce a groan that sounded close to the moan I couldn't repress. I took advantage of my pose to quickly shove my genitals back where they belonged and close my jeans' fly.
The simultaneous brutal rise in both endorphins and adrenalin made me feel dizzy, somehow helping me with my acting.

"-Hey Anon, are you alright?
-Y-Yeah, it's just- I-I'm having stomach cramps. Give me a few seconds, it'll pass..."
People in the room started to give their own piece of advice. I heard something about magnesium.
"-Huh, sorry, Daniel. You can carry on."
The sales manager resumed his presentation after a few seconds, as if nothing happened.
Nine was still sitting in her chair. I could witness her unsuspected flexibility, as she was licking the cum off one of her footpaws, spitefully looking at Jane while doing so.
Her tongue was slowly slithering between her toes, with her enjoying every drop; It felt like she was a kid with an ice cream, teasing another by obviously eating it while maintaining eye contact. Except Jane didn't see her savor her prize, of course.

She thoroughly cleaned both of her paws before she slid under the table, probably to finish her "cleaning" job. I felt her muzzle poking at my still-stiff groin, and landing a generous lick on it. Her attention then shifted to the semen-drenched underside of the table. Soft, pleasured moans and barely audible licking sounds made it clear that she didn't plan on wasting a single drop of my seed.

"Hey Anon, those pink things stuck under the table taste funny!"