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Autopilot Libido Override
By ThavionHawk

?Lin, how many times have I told you to keep running the virus scanners once a month?? No way to hide my exasperation here.
?Well if your not going to help me Rich, then why did you come over??
I could feel it as she fixed her eyes on me. Nothing about Lin could pic away at me more then her vivid sapphire blue eyes. Something about them just gets right under the skin, maybe it's just down to being a Tiger fur, but what ever it was she knew the power of her eyes and used them well.
?I built this system for you so you could do your design work and run your business.?
?Just fix the damn thing then.? She let off on the stair and looked away from me as I glanced down at the computer. My gift to celebrate her first fashion show. That one show had launched her career as a full blown Fur Fashion Icon almost over night.
?You know I can't not help you, if not out of professional pride, then for the fact that I'm your friend.?
If anything could cut the tension here it was that last word (friend). We were five, her family moved in next doer. I was the only kid that wasn't totally freaked out around her. I didn't care that she had furry stripes and a tail, because she didn't mind my nerdy glasses or that I used to stutter. We've been best friends for 24 years.
?Can you get it working right for me, or are you just going to stand there looking stupid?? She shifted her wait and leaned back against her drafting table. Her tail swished behind her drawing my eye for a second.
We were in her den, not at all the largest room in the house, but it fit her drafting table, computer desk and a small storage rack for her art supplies and designs.
?Yes I'll fix it.? Taking a second to look back at her as I moved to the computer chair. ?I like your outfit by the way.?
I'd herd her talk about it, but she was waring her best work. Lin had discovered the fabric wall researching a failed DARPA attempt at making a camouflage fiber that was able to mimic its surrounding.
?I thought you'd like it.? She shifted her stance a bit wall blowing a dangling strand of blue hair out from in front of her eyes.
The fabric could only mimic the colors and patterns of the objects it touches. Not what the military wonted, but for Lin's work it was like finding the Golden Fleas. She clinched an airtight exclusivity contract for its use in clothing.
?My scanner application wont run properly. It's a must have you know??
?Nothing I can't take care of.? I said, looking over my shoulder as Lin almost silently hopped on her stool and started to draw.
Nothing knew about that. The only thing that Lin had ever been good at was drawing sexy clothing for sexy fur's to fight over in stores. She'd taken to running her business almost single handed though, that said something about her dedication.
The real distraction was just what she had done with the Camo' fibers. Lin had a Low cut Camo' top that just barley made it to the waist line, a pair of Camo' short shorts, her usual thigh high white stalkings, and thong sandals. The Camo' shirt and shorts mimicked her natural stripes and color tones so perfectly that at a glance, she seemed to have nothing on. No wonder this outfit was her biggest premier ever. She'd only gotten back from Paris a week ago.
It was easy to find the problem, the applications executable was renamed. ?All better.? I chimed, swirling around in the chair to see what Lin was up too.
She always looks happy when she's drawing; big tip off being her tail sticking strait up in the air and her ears perked up more then normal.
?You're doing the tail thing again you know?? I couldn't help but smirk, every time her tail goes up like that, it's like some god says, `Here's a hot ass for you to ogle. Enjoy.`
?You really did make a sexy bit of clothing there, those shorts work perfectly on you.? She stopped drawing and turned to look at me. ?Now that's the face of a happy kitty.? I snickered at her smile, stopping as she turned back to continue her drawing.
She could get totally absorbed with her artwork. Some times I thought it was her way of meditating. She could be in a class five hurricane and all it would do is give her an idea for a wind swept outfit.
?Your computers fixed.? I repeated as Lin finally sat back up and turned around.
?I really don't know how you do it but I can at least do something to thank you.? She lent back down to lock at her new drawing. ?Hey Rich, come look at this would yah?? She waved me over to take look.
I love to see her artwork. It was never the same, and always amazing. Really who wouldn't jumped at the chance to get a sneak peak?
?I saw you looking at my design for a Fur Woman's Little Black Dress, modeled on Pearl last time you were here.? She'd turned to the side to looked at me.
?How could I have mist it?? Jillian 'Pearl' Leach is a Canadian Bunny fur and one of the two outrageously sexy models that Lin kept on retainer. She used them as bases for her work. The other was an equally beautiful British Platinum Blond Fox fur named Sara Brooks.
?It was nice, but I couldn't do what I wonted with that dress on Pearl, she's got a short and stacked figure that would mess with the petite concept. Although her bunny tail lucked grate in tight black.? She took a second to think about it.
Lin was most likely fitting Pearl with some sort of tight black skirt in her mind. After a second's hard fantasizing she picked up the new drawing and handed it to me.
She'd evidently chosen to draw a new version of the dress, this time not on Perl or Sara. ?I figured it might look a bit better on me.?
I've never denied how beautiful Lin is, but this is something in the Drop Dead Gorges range. Lin had changed it up a bit from just a small black body rap, to something more stereotypically Asian. She was technically from China after all, but Fur's almost never show nationality and racial traits.
?That dress doesn't make you look good Lin.? She nearly tore it from my hand slamming it back on the desk and turned to stair strait into my eyes. ?That picture shows you making that dress ketch fire.?
Lin grabbed up the picture again. ?Flattery much?? Never the less she smirked and began scrounged around to find the drawing of Pearl. ?I guess I'll have to model it myself after all.? She looked back at me smiling. ?Thank you by the way.?
?For what??
Lin hopped down off her stool. ?Not only did you drop everything and come over to help me out, you told me I'm hotter then the clothing that I designed.? She plopped herself on the desk in front of me with her tail wrapped around in her lap, ?A girl could take that as a come on you know??
I looked up at her, she had an odd smile on her face sort of intimidating, but something else at the same time.
?I've always liked seeing you in the clothing you design, It's not often someone gets to see two works of art at once.?
A moment past as Lin just looked down at me. Finally broken as she leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
?Did I say something unusual?? I couldn't help but enjoy the view as her seemingly translucent shirt fell free from her fur giving me a strait through shot of her cleavage. Perfectly coated with Cream colored under fur.
The only catch to Lin's Camo' Clothing was that you have to go buck, or have special lingerie to matched the basic pattern and color of the underlying fur. Otherwise the fibers would just mimic the color and shape of your lingerie. The shirt had patches over her nipples so they didn't show through.
Lin lifted back up and rubbed my forehead with her left thumb. ?Some times I wish I had normal lips.? Lin's only regret about being a Tigress. Like most types of Fur's, her lips were mostly for speech, so they're thin and barley noticeable in contrast to her vividly colored facial fur.
She hopped off the desk and walked over to the den doer swinging her tail as she went. ?You wont something to drink Rich? I got some wine from the Champagne district wall in France.?
She had evidently darted into a small pantry that acted as her personal liquor locker for lack of other uses. ?Customs was a bitch, but I got some bear from Germany at a Boos burrow in Calais too.?
?No thanks, I'm good.? Real Champagne cost a lot these days. Most have been about $5,000 to buy and import the stuff.
?You sure you don't wont something? I tried some of the beer and it's way to bitter for my taste.? Lin poked her head back around the corner.
?I'll pass, but I've heard that good bear makes a woman's tits grow bigger.? Lin's eyes lit up for a fraction of a second. ?Maybe you should give it another try.?
Fact: There's a natural breast enlarging supplement in Hops. Drinking enough good bear can give a woman's bust size a boost.
?What, Size 38C not good enough for you?? Said as she came back around the corner holding a bottle of Champagne, a plastic wine glass, and doing a tuck and lift. C's look more like D's if a woman nose how to pose just right, lifting and squeezing the breast together. ?I don't think that bitter stuff's needed here do you??
?Never said you aren't perfect as is.? If I had been drinking something I would have choked with laughter; as she finally released the pose. Her breast re-settled underneath the Camo' shirt witch started to change colors as I watched her sit back down on the desk.
?Thanks.? She put the bottle and glass down.
?I've got to tell you, I honestly don't know what could have changed only one file name, a bug of some sort wouldn't just change one applications file. Something like that would probably have randomly shuffled all of them. Any ideas?? I leaned back a bit to look up at her ?I mean I just haven't seen any signs of there actually being a bug to start with.?
Lin squirmed a little as she contemplated the question, bringing her tail into her lap, rubbing it. ?Well Rich.? She hesitated to looked at me. ?I sort of did that myself to have an excuse to call you over and hang out.? Without hesitation Lin grabbed the champagne and popped the cork with her left index claw. Bringing the bottle to her lips to suck off the foam. ?But you don't mind do you??
What sort of question was that? ?Would I ever mind coming over to hang out with you?? Lin pored a glass. ?It sort of hurts that you'd think I wouldn't wont to hang out with you.?
The bottle hit the table as Lin drank the first glass in one. ?It's really boring sitting here working after that trip to France.?
?Lin. If you wonted to hang out, then you just had to say so.? I looked back at the computer for a second. ?You didn't have to mess with the computer to make it look like a virus or something had buggered it up.? Wait a tick, since when did she know how to do that? Fact of the matter was that outside of using the programs that she had to do digital modeling and all her other work stuff on, Lin was no better with a computer then she'd been the day I met her. Or so I thought.
As I pondered her skill set, Lin grabbed the bottle to pore another glass. ?Best thing the French ever did, learn how to make wine!? She toasted then damn near repeated the first glasses one shot drag, only stopped by a badly timed hiccup. ?Its been a long time since we just hung out and relaxed, I just wonted to get you to come over here.? I looked at her even more confused. ?Are you mad at me?? Lin staid quiet, then sipped a bit of wine from glass
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?No, I'm just sad because after all we've been through together, you thought you had to make up a reason just to get me to come over.? Repeating myself? Guess it's time to defuse this bomb. I looked up at her, my best sad face on. ?We don't stay in contact wall you're jet-setting around the world, It makes me wonder??
It didn't take but a fraction of a second for her to lock onto me like a HARM Missile targeting a Iranian Radar Station. ?No! We are not going to play the guilt game!? She put the glass down next to the bottle and looked back at me. ?That's what you're doing.?
?Good, now your angry. Better then having you brake into tears.? She couldn't help but let out a small giggle helped along by a nice buzz from the champagne, but that was a fact. I counted it out on my fingers. ?We haven't been out of contact for so long since we went to college. Have we?? Lin stopped giggling and quite soberly nodded.
Lin and I had split up after high school because even back then she'd been hart set on becoming the best fashion designer in the world.
She left for The Art Institute of Seattle, Washington. I stayed local, having already been accepted to Oregon State University in Corvallis just down the road from out homes. We'd been over 250 Miles apart. Three years in witch we couldn't really keep in contact outside a few emails.
We had of cores met back up after college, but things had changed big time. I'd started a Computer Engineering