Elsewhere

In a dimly lit office, somewhere in the city:

Lighting a cigarette, Jack Marceau leans back in his chair. The sales reports for Hybrids are even better than projected, and public reception has been overwhelmingly positive. So much so, in fact, that funds allocated for lobbying politicians to prevent outlawing their sale have gone unspent. Hybrids have been accepted as pets, at least for the moment.

He glances over at Abby, the dog girl watching him with unabashed affection, as she sits obediently in a nearby chair. She has served her purpose well, as a good display for Hybrids on various public appearances. Attractive and not too bright, not to mention an enthusiastic bedmate. Still, now that the press tour was over, Jack was beginning to tire of her. Perhaps he would dispose of her and select a new companion. Surely one of his subordinates would take the used merchandise. And if not, no matter. She can be easily disposed of.

Meanwhile, the success of the Hybrid project has led to his rise within the company, to the point where it’s largely in his control. As long as the investors are happy, Jack is free to pursue virtually anything. For now though, improvements upon the Hybrids are his goal. After all, the potential of lucrative military contracts are a strong incentive for innovation.

As Jack relaxes and considers his next steps, a younger man enters the office, carrying a folder of papers. “Sir, I hate to interrupt, but there’s been a development.”

Jack sits up with a sigh. “What is it. Someone wants a favor, or a special order? I told our suppliers that they have to wait, we’re still training our next batch.”

The man shakes his head. “No, sir. Our people watching the Albright compound have reported that he had a visitor. A man and a woman, and they had a Hybrid with them.”

He hands Jack the folder, and Jack flips through it. There’s a report from their watcher, and several photos of the trio entering the mansion.

“Hmm. One of the exotics, it looks like. A harpy. We only had a few of that model released. Thank you, I’ll look into this. Close the door on your way out.”

The man nods and leaves. Once the door closes, Jack puts out his cigarette, and stands up. Walking over to a window, he looks out with a sigh. Always complications. Time for some relief and some thinking.

“Abby, come.”

The golden haired dog girl rushes over, eager to please as always. Jack unbuckles his belt. “Kneel. You know what to do.”

Without a word, Abby nods, kneeling in front of him and pulling his cock out. As she begins to suck him off, Jack rests a hand on her head, still looking out the window. At least she still has some uses. Now, on to other problems.

“Just what are you up to, old man?”