Splice: Conditioning

By Billi Wolf

As coastal flooding displaces hundreds of millions of people, governments look for a way to appease the masses. Genetic engineering creates a new race of human-canine hybrids built for combat, for service, and for carnal pleasure: Splices.

These half-dog, half human hybrids are bound by the Conditioning, a phrase which makes them obedient to their human masters. But there are always unintended consequences when trying to fully control a sentient being...

Experience unfettered bisexual pleasure. A fast burning, dystopian tale about a driven human woman, an indomitable Splice male, and the harem they build together as emotional equals.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bill Ricardi
• Release date: Dec 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463979082

Billi Wolf

Billi is an author who focuses on the erotic nature of mythical beasts, particularly werewolves and weredogs.

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Splice: Conditioning

By Billi Wolf

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Splice: Conditioning verion 1.0 is a piece of near-future erotic science fiction, and is intended for adult audiences. If this is personally objectionable to you or illegal for you to read in your area, please return this manuscript or eBook from whence it came.

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Table of Contents

Foreword

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Fan Club

Foreword

First of all: Thank you so much for buying the book. It means the world to me.

Let’s get this out of the way: You’re here for sexy stuff with humans and were-creatures. You’re going to get a ton of it. Yes there’s a story, and there’s a bit of sci-fi. But mostly there’s sex with Splices, which for the moment means a sciency version of weredogs.Over half the chapters have at least once scene, and a few chapters have threesomes and orgy scenes. There’s straight stuff, gay stuff, group stuff, foot stuff, bondage stuff, breeding stuff, outdoors stuff, indoors stuff… plenty to enjoy!

So, why did I pick Splices / weredogs for my first big novel, instead of the traditional werewolves? Science. Humans have a ton of data on dogs. And they have access to hundreds of different breeds without any fuss. It was more realistic to do genetic experiments using animals that are all around us.

Why the climate theme? Well, if we can’t stop the rising sea levels, coastal flooding is coming, like it or not. To ignore our possible future because it’s scary is just stupid. I talked to scientists, ran the simulations, and made some educated guesses. Let’s just say: The setting is as realistic as it needs to be for erotica.

Why a big novel instead of a bunch of shorts? This book builds an entire erotic world. Now that it’s made, I can write all kinds of shorts, novellas, and specials in the Splice universe. This is the platform for all sorts of great short erotica in the future. To get notified when I release something new, sign up at https://www.billiwolf.com and join the Wolfpack.

Thanks to everyone who has supported me so far! You make it all worthwhile.

Love,

Billi Wolf

Chapter 1

‘Twenty-five feet doesn’t sound like much of a distance. Someone could cover that in eight seconds at a casual walking pace. It seems unfair that a difference of twenty-five feet should have such a massive impact on the lives and happiness of so many people.’

These were Alexandra’s thoughts as she walked down one of Fort Miami’s many dingy backstreets. In the wake of rising sea levels, Florida was one of the hardest hit areas in the first world. Over the course of years, some of the biggest cities in the state were taken back by the sea. The former residents of Miami, Fort Lauderdale, and Fort Myers were moved inland to inhabit a FEMA sponsored grid-city. Although advertised as ‘efficient and peaceful’, Megacities like this one devolved into overcrowded slums in a single generation.

The particular slum that Alexandra was making her way through just then wasn’t known to be violent… just somewhat depressing. She watched her own boots trudge through shallow puddles that were littered with discarded lottery tickets and plastic wrappers. Identical, sterile six story apartment buildings flanked her, their shadows seeming to follow her everywhere tonight. And every night. The asphalt-tainted sea breeze rustled her too-thin black trench coat, making the young woman fold her arms tightly over her bosom and quicken her pace.

At least Alexandra knew this area well enough to avoid any of the doomsday preachers or improvised press gangs. At least most of the streetlights were working tonight. She turned ninety degrees to her left and lifted her blue eyes to take in the sight of the metallic mesh door that guarded one of the thousands of apartment buildings in E-Sector.

At least I’m home. the young woman murmured.

Entry required both a physical key and voiceprint verification. Even then, Alexandra had to step over a passed-out transient that had tailgated one of the more careless residents into the entryway. Despite this unwelcome sight, every step that Alexandra took, every stair that she mounted to reach her fifth floor apartment, and every passing moment brought with it a rising warmth. She felt an anticipation that hadn’t dulled a single iota since the young waitress’ life had changed on that fateful August day.

Tens of millions of people played the state lottery every week. Since the disasters started, the state took a surprisingly small cut of the profits, preferring instead to give some hope to the otherwise-hopeless. Every week there was a drawing, and the very lucky few would win enough to move somewhere with more open land, cleaner air, and less people. Alexandra wasn’t quite that lucky. Instead she won one of the secondary drawings. This particular prize was why her hand was trembling as she turned the doorknob, and why she quickly closed and locked the door behind her. Nothing would distract Alexandra from enjoying her winnings in peace after a hard day’s work.

Hi Lexi, dinner’s in the oven.

She let out a heartfelt sigh and allowed her lips to curl up in a genuine smile. Thank you Henry, you’re such a dear.

Her prize was sitting in front of the computer, industriously tip tapping away with his claws. Henry was a Saint Bernard. But not your run of the mill four legged kind. He was a six foot, one inch tall digitigrade biped… also known as a Splice. They were often compared to the mythical werewolves, but came in many of the breeds that humans were familiar with. As a member of a high class working breed, Henry’s shoulders were broad, and his muscles were well defined under that semi-shaggy coat of fur. He never wore clothes, and didn’t ever seem to show a hint of shame about that fact, even in public. This meant that his long, fluffy tail would often wag freely between the upright bars that supported the back of his computer chair. It also meant that his significant sheath could be seen resting against his belly, with twin white furred orbs hanging heavily below. Just when Alexandra was getting distracted, Henry turned his gaze away from the computer screen and fixed his deep brown eyes on her. His jaw hung open in his equivalent of a friendly smile.

After the oceans started to rise, well before they reached twenty-five feet above the old sea level, governments around the world took steps to placate the masses. In the United States, one of the steps that was taken was to allow a company called Animore Genetics (based in Columbus, Ohio) to engage in fetal gene splicing in an attempt to create non-human, but sentient companions that could ease the burdens of everyday life. The splicing of canine attributes into more humanoid bodies resulted in several tiers of these new breeds being created, some smarter than others, some stronger than others, some more rare and valuable than others. In one fell swoop, Animore Genetics created a race of companions, slaves, and prostitutes.

Lexi never really thought of Henry as a slave, even if legally he was pretty much exactly that. She spent about a day wondering how her life might have changed if she had won first place in the lottery instead of being a runner-up. But then she met Henry for the first time. Since that moment, her lottery winning was no ‘second prize’ to her. Since she had taken delivery of him, Henry had been the perfect companion, with or without the control mechanisms that Animore embedded in his psyche. A shiver went up the young woman’s spine as she remembered the speech that the pharmaceuticals rep gave her. They called the control mechanism ‘the Conditioning’, and it was a command phrase that allowed the owner of a Splice to revert their psyche to a completely docile and obedient state. The canines themselves describe the Conditioning as taking a back seat in their own mind while still being fully aware of physical sensation, similar to what some humans taking a non-benzodiazepine drug experience. They become suggestible in every way: Mentally, physically… and thus sexually as well. Alexandra shook her head a little, refocusing on the present, and the lovely canine that she had hurried home to see.

The young woman slipped out of her coat as Henry saved the document that he was working on, in order to turn his full attention towards his owner and mistress. He gave an audible, happy sigh as both her sight and scent washed over him, imprinted forever in his conscious and unconscious mind. Lexi hung her trenchcoat on the rickety coat rack just next to the front door, and deftly slipped out of her damp boots. Her knee-high, padded socks soon followed, leaving the waitress in just her work uniform.

The wagging Saint Bernard rumbled, I never get tired of seeing that.

His chestnut eyes drank in the woman’s five foot, eight inch frame She was subtly muscled from standing, walking, and carrying around heavy trays for ten hours a day. Alexandra snorted at him and absently brushed down the front of her short skirt with the backs of her hands.

Yeah, yeah. Save the flattery for after dinner.

They both moved on auto pilot, the canine rising and meeting the human in the bathroom, in front of the mirror. With meticulous care, the two of them plucked all of the bobby pins out of Lexi’s hair.

She broke the silence as they worked, So I’m guessing you were busy committing felonies all day long, puppy.

Henry groaned, Lexi, nobody on the other end of the computer cares that it’s a dog doing their medical record processing, as long as they get processed.

She rolled her eyes and replied, There’s a reason Splices aren’t supposed to do work that humans can do, Henry. I know the whole ‘stealing our jobs’ line is ridiculous given that they’re not even applying for jobs most of the time but… you could get us in real trouble.

As the last bobby pin found its way into the little plastic bin, Henry gently grasped Alexandra’s hips and turned her towards him. He looked her in the eye and asked, somberly, Do you wish for me to stop?

She looked at that concerned face for a couple of seconds, then mutely shook her head. She wouldn’t stop him, the benefits that his extra money brought the two of them, the measure of hope as they saved money to escape the Megacity… that was too much to give up. And Henry loved having a job. Leaving a working-breed Splice with nothing to do all day was tantamount to abuse, at least in her humble opinion.

Instead of dwelling on the Saint Bernard’s employment, the young woman said, Brush me.

He grasped her hairbrush in his right paw, and deftly combed out every knot and tangle. She stroked his chest and sides throughout the process, and was rewarded by the violent thumping of his tail against door frame of the small bathroom. When he was done, the canine stroked blunt claws through her auburn hair… a final check for snags, or so he told himself. Lexi smiled and kissed his chin, just as the oven went ‘ding’. Go ahead puppy, I’ll join you in a moment.

Lexi walked out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later, wearing her favorite fluffy white bathrobe. It was modest, hanging down to her ankles; and yet the Splice couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. It was only when Alexandra cleared her throat that the Saint Bernard snapped back to reality, and started to dish out the tuna casserole onto their dinner plates.

As the two of them dug into their cheesy, fishy meal, the human couldn’t keep her mind from wandering. The moral quandary of owning another living, thinking, caring being was weighing heavily on Lexi’s mind. Henry was smart and loyal, even without the Conditioning. At first she had asked him if he wanted to go free on a daily basis. But it soon became clear that Henry needed a human bond. He seemed afraid and intolerably sad at the concept of being without Lexi. So despite her reservations, she allowed their bond to grow.

Lexi? Lexi?

The young lady blinked and looked up at the worried muzzle of Henry. Mistress? You’ve just been staring at your empty plate. Is there something more I can do for you?

She had to smile at that. Alexandra reached up and gave the canine’s ears a good firm rubbing. "Always, puppy.