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               An erotic story set in the not-so-far future.

      It was a warm day in late spring in he year 2014.  Karen Ball had
just gotten off work from her job as an artificial intelligence programmer
for the huge North Am CRYSTAL HOLOGRAPHIC CO.  It was 4 p.m. and she had a
date that was so exciting that she could hardly contain her eagerness.
If the people she worked with knew whom she had a date WITH, she MIGHT be
in danger of losing her job, but that was all, there was nothing ILLEGAL
in what she was going to do, and she hoped that someday MOST people would
come around to her way of thinking that many others nevertheless shared.
In fact she had several close friends that had enjoyed these special
'dates' and after hearing their erotic and sometimes rather wild and
fantastic accounts of what they had experienced, she just KNEW that she
would never be completely satisfied until she had tried one, also.  Her
friend Becky had arranged this date for her, and now she was almost at
the address that had been given her.  Her date's name was Bruce Pong, and
he was a 'hybrid' cross between a Giant Panda and a man!
     This was her first time trying something like this, but deep inside
her she had a wonderful warm feeling as she entered the front door of the
apartment building, that it would not be her last!  She climbed a flight
of stairs until finally she was at apartment C-33.  Nervously, as her
trembling finger slowly reached to push the door buzzer, thoughts flashed
through her head as to how such a wonderful thing as a Panda-Man could
come to be.  It had really all begun back in the late 1990's when a
millionaire Biologist/Geneticist named Prof. Russell had, at the age of
60, secluded himself for several years on a small tropical island that he
owned.  He did not appreciate visitors, and never left the place until he
died of heart failure in the early 2000's, having had all his supplies
flown in.  And strange supplies they were, indeed, any and all sorts of
laboratory equipment and machinery and components and wild animals!
     No one could really figure out what the old Professor was really up
to as he toiled long days on his island, running from one booby-trapped
and electric-fence guarded compound to another at odd times, as reported
by casual boaters who often wondered at his strange behavior.  Some
thought he was dangerous.  others thought his mind had snapped, but no
one really guessed the truth, and as he was stationed in International
waters and nothing that he had ordered delivered to the island was
considered to be any real kind of threat to anyone, people left the man
that some called 'Old Looney' pretty much alone, if for no other reason
than the heavily-fortified fortress-like aspect of the place that he had
set up to keep people away from whatever he was doing.
     Oh, there were times that he radioed to the mainland for hired help
to do construction work and other things that he was unable to do
himself, but even they were allowed access to only a small part of his
compound, and as soon as the work was done, he sent them back, their pay
sent directly into their account back home from his Swiss bank.  The
people who worked for him did say that, although extremely odd and
fiercely protective of most buildings on his island, he did seem to be a
nice old man, and no one ever said that he was not generous when it came
time to pay them, so no one really minded doing work for him.  Anyway,
one day after the turn of the new century, All of the radio links that
Prof.Russell used to occasionally keep in touch with the mainland suddenly
began beaming out a strong S.O.S. on many frequencies, interfering with
normal radio communication.  Unable to contact Dr. Russell and almost
sure that something was wrong, a rescue team was sent to his island.
     Upon arriving, they found that all of the power had been shut off to
the high-voltage electric fencing, electronic locks, and booby-traps
surrounding his compound., but not to the interior of the buildings
themselves., so it did'nt take them too long to get into his encampment.
They found Russell on the floor of the first building, hand clutching his
chest, radio control panel in his other hand, the long coiled cord snaking
up to the main unit. On the wall they noticed that the main switch on the
island's electronic defense panel had been turned off, probably by Russell
himself.  But why?  If he did not want anyone on the island while he
lived, why would he want to make it easy for strangers to get on it after
he had died?  Was there something here that he felt needed to be found
quickly?  One man touched Russell's body.  It was already cold.  However,
upon feeling his chest, the man opened Russell's shirt and noticed that he
had a small flat foil packet taped to his chest.  It contained a note.
     The note read, in part:  "If you are reading this note, it probably
means that I am dead.  I have labored many long years on a project that I
hope will bring harmony, peace, and unity to mankind.  We have been in the
'space age' for over half a century and despite the billions upon billions
of dollars spent on probes, telescopes, radio antennas, and other things,
there has so far not been one shred of evidence to show that life exists
anywhere else in the cosmos.  I believe that it does, but it is currently
beyond our means to detect or contact such life.  In the centuries to
come, when we have the capabilities to reach other stars, I feel that we
will find much life, but also discover that INTELLIGENT life such as we
consider such will be exceedingly rare.  I have sensed for a long time
the dissapointment coming from our failure to find other intelligence, and
have felt the great longing and loneliness that humans feel in being the
only true intelligent species on Earth.  We can freely communicate with
each other, it seems, but not with anything else.  I have worked hard to
change all that, to give mankind friends in intelligence and future
companions who will keep him from falling into the boredom and stagnation
that loneliness can bring.  Please search the other buildings immediatly,
and take care of and raise my children.  God bless you.'
     "My Children", the medical team wondered.  What the devil?  Professor
Russell never married.  He HAD no children!  Nevertheless, as they began
to search the other buildings, they soon discovered what Dr. Russell had
been doing.  And the next morning it was making headlines all over the
world.  Inside were large cages and.....playpens, containing what appeared
to be animals but most of them with the shape and form of young bipedal
human children of two or three years, fur-covered bodies notwithstanding!
Many were crying a strange yowl that was something of a cross between a
baby's cry and a puppy's whine.  There were dozens, of all types and
descriptions!  The team was standing around in utter astonishment at the
way the situation was already when a 'child' that somehow resembled a
wolfish creature reached for one of the female team members through the
netting of his playpen and SPOKE, 'hungwy. pweese, bottle.'  She fainted.
     After an 'inventory' was taken, it was found that there were 8
'children' who had wolfish characteristics, actually they appeared 'human'
in body proportions only, and resembled nothing else so much as young
Werewolves.  There were 17 who looked, apart from their humanoid form,
exactly like black-and-white giant pandas!  Then 6 were found who
resembled black-and-brown bear cubs, and 22 others whose apparent identity
was not exactly immediatly certain.  They all ended up being shipped back
to the United States, which took immediate jurisdiction, and a fierce
legal battle ensued for many years over ownership of them and the legal
rights, if any, that they had.  Other countries wanted them. Scientists
wanted to study or dissect them.  a few, narrow-minded individuals thought
that they should be destroyed, or made slaves.  but after being in the
custody of researchers for a while, it soon became apparen that these
young 'animal-kids' were at LEAST as intelligent as fully human children
of a similar physiological age, and were much stronger in most cases.
they were soon learning to read, write, spell, even create things as good
as, or in some instances, BETTER than a human could do.
     It was soon decided that, given the gentle behavior they showed, so
unlike the animals some of them resembled, and their great intelligence
and learning ability, that they should be given the full rights and
priviledges of any fully-human citizen, and that anything less would be
cruel and inhuman.  That was the start, nearly 14 years ago.  Many of the
Professor's 'children' it was found, reached full Adult body maturity in
as little as 7 or 8 years, longer than it would take a 'pure' animal to do
but shorter than the time it takes a human.  Wether they would have a full
human lifetime would not be known for many years, but one Doctor gave most
of them possible life spans reaching into the late 50's, AT LEAST.  It
appeared that Russell had managed to create most of his 'family' by
microscopically combining living DNA code from two different species, and
then growing the embryo in tanklike artificial wombs and also using other,
pure animal species as surrogate mothers.  Since the DNA (and RNA) of
any species is simply molecular code, it can be extracted from the cell of
one kind and parts of it 'spliced' into the living egg cell of another
species, without any danger or fear of rejection.  In fact, the egg cell
not only accepts the strange code as part of itself, but actually thinks
it has been fertilized when this splicing has been done and begins to
grow!  Russell had apparently used human eggs he had obtained.
     The male cells did not necessarially have to be sperm, all Russell
needed was the genetic code contained within any living cell from an
animal's body., to combine with the egg.  He had apparently exhaustively
studied the maps of the millions of human gene bits compiled in the 1990's
and had a thorough knowledge of what traits the most important ones were
for.  Some were for the color of eyes or hair, while other gene bits were
responsible, if inherited, for disorders such as leukeimia or haemophilia.
Still others apparently did nothing.  What Russell had done was to make
his own genetic-bit code maps of the animal species whose cells he was
using, and using scanning microscopy and micro-lasers, had eliminated the
animal traits that he found undesireable, such as those for undue
aggressiveness, and spliced the remaining genetic material into the human
DNA traits that he wanted, such as those coded bits representing the
potential for high intelligence, upright stature, large brain size, and
other items.  It probably took him dozens of failed attempts for each egg
cell that he finally succeeded in getting to grow and divide, but up until
the day he died, he never gave up trying.
     And the surprises were still not over.  It was never learned exactly
how, for example, Russell had managed to obtain some live body cells from
a Giant Panda, but it was speculated that a fellow scientist stationed in
China or one of the world's major zoos had a hand in helping him obtain
them.  It was clear that of all the creations he had worked on so far,
Russell was most proud of his Panda-people, not only because they were
most beautiful of form and pleasing to the eye, but because they seemed
to show the most potential for adaptability into the planet's family of
man.  Of all of the genetically-mutated life forms removed from the
island, almost all showed at least human-level intelligence potential,
although it must be remembered that this was human-type intelligence as
interpreted by the thought-processes of another species!  It could not be
expected to be identical, but was instead a kind of intelligence all to
its own, and no one could ever be sure what the end result would be.
     After removal from the island to the mainland, 2 of the Panda-human
children died, plus a few from the other species types, of some unknown
malady.  it was rumored that some religious fanatic poisoned them, but
this has never been proven.  Another surprise awaited when the pure animal
females of different types---bears, wolves, and others---were removed from
the island and found to have been already impregnated with embryos as
surrogate mothers.  They began to give birth several weeks to a few months
later, and this added 4 new Panda-people to the population, among 12 of
other gene-types.  As they grew, due to their gene-selected gentle nature
and high intelligence and eagerness to learn, the Animal-children were
allowed to mix and play with human children of their own general weight-
range.  There were a few non-serious accidents, mainly because the animal-
children were surprised to find that their human playmates were so much
weaker and more easily injured than they were.  But it was not at all
uncommon to see kids and non-kids playing together on a playground, or the
'weird' kids being invited over to their friend's house for dinner. And
someone thought of giving these geneomorphs average American first names,
and last names relating to their background in some way... as in the case
of Bruce Pong, who was one of the original 17 Panda-kids!
     One final surprise came in the last few years when it was learned
that some of the animal-people of the same mixed species type had managed
to impregnate each other.  Far from being sterile, these were not
'hybrids' at all, but an entirely new genetic variation or race of
creatures that were fertile!  Russell had done his work well.  And it was
found out that when the mothers gave birth, the babies were true to form
to their parents....no freaks, throwbacks, or deformities.  the world had
indeed been given not one, but several races of non-human friends with
which to associate and grow with.  Many of them, especially the Panda-
people, had no trouble finding jobs to support themselves or places to
live, mostly due to their celebrity status.  many were paid handsomely
just to visit a clinic a few times every week and let doctors and
scientists do studies and lectures on them.  And, surprising as it may
seem, at least the Panda-people had inherited something else from their
human-spliced genes.....a year-round intense sexual drive.
     This had been rumored at for some years as the growing pandas were
caught at least several times playing 'doctor' with their human
friends...as ordinary human kids will sometimes do.  But it really became
apparent two years ago when a couple of the 19 adult Panda-people were
known to have made an 'underground' pornographic movie., with humans.
Such things were not illegal in 2014, but it was something that was not
ever mentioned in 'proper' society, hence the 'underground' status of the
movies.  Nobody was really sure, anyway, exactly WHICH Panda-people were
in the movies, because to most humans they all looked almost exactly
alike!.  But as all these thoughts flashed through her head in only an
instant, Karen realized that that was then and this was here and now!  She
pressed the button and heard a buzz.  a few seconds later she could hear
the stepping of heavy padded feet and the door began to open, and she
found herself looking into the face of what for all the world appeared to
be the face of a Giant Panda like you see in the zoo, except that this one
was a bit over two meters tall and standing upright, wearing a bathrobe!
"Hello?" he spoke in a strange and mellow, pleasant non-human voice.  She
was looking down at the floor where he was standing at what she thought
were black house slippers of some kind that he was wearing, until she
realized that she was looking at his real, furry feet!  "You must be
Karen", he then said.  "Won't you please come in?  I think you're very
pretty."  Blushing as she entered his apartment, and wondering if he was
coming onto her already, or just trying to be friendly?
     The air in his apartment had an odd herbal odor of some sort, but
the place appeared to be very clean and spacious and lavishly furnished...
Hell, she thought, it was a HECKUVA lot nicer than her OWN apartment.
"Won't you sit down", he pleasingly asked, "and I'll get us something to
drink?"  "Oh....Yes", she finally spoke.  "Forgive me., it's just that
I've never had a ...date... with someone like you...I mean, someone as
nice as you....I mean I've never ment someone like you actually in person
before!"  Bruce the Panda-man chuckled, "Yes, It's ok, I understand
perfectly, I get that reaction from almost everyone. I'll be right back."
He went into what was apparently the kitchen and in a few moments she
could hear the tinkling of glass, and soon after he appeared holding a
tall clear glass of pink liquid in each hand.  "I like wine"., he said, I
hope that does'nt surprise you.  "Uh, not at all", she replied, "I enjoy
it too.  Are you an....uh....vegetarian also?"  "Not really", he said as
he sat down beside her on the overstuffed couch.  "I eat some chicken or
fish once in awhile, but don't really care for much other kinds of meat,
so I guess I'm a semi-vegetarian of a sort."
     She noticed the many potted bamboo plants sitting around the
apartment.  "Do you eat that stuff, too?", She asked.  "Only once in a
while, as a snack of sorts.  My gut is a little different from my wild
cousins'.  Actually, I really enjoy rice, cottage cheese, pudding...."  he
trailed off as he looked at her.  His bathrobe had come open, and she
could see that he was wearing what appeared to be a giant-size pair (about
size 'XXXLLL' she would guess) of men's boxer shorts underneath., around
his... well, he really had no 'waist' of sorts, but he was wearing them
just the same.  She noticed her stare and looked down towards his own
lower body.  She felt her face flush as she blurted, "Uh, I was noticing
how big you are., I MEAN, how big the shorts you are wearing are! I mean,
you uh, must be quite heavy?"  "Not really", he said in such a nice voice.
"actually, I'm overweight".  "You know", Karen said, looking now at his
black furry arm that was holding his glass of wine, "Until this moment I
always kind of thought that this whole animal-men business has been some
kind of huge prank with people in costumes or robots or something,
but....you're real, ....are'nt you?"
     His thin, black lips, shiny with wine, curled upwards into a smile
at both corners.  "Gee, I sure hope so", he giggled.  Still looking at the
shiny black textured fur on his arm, she hesitatingly reached her hand
out, and it hovered in midair.  Fingers trembling, she asked, "May I---may
I touch you?"  "Sure" he replied, whereupon her fingers touched the smooth
fur of his arm and, light as a feather, began to slowly stroke up and
down.  His fur was not quite as smooth as it appeared to the eye, but was
not coarse, either.  Taking her other hand, she massaged and felt of his
heavy arm, feeling the strong muscles and heavy bones beneath, as he
watched her with interest.  Taking his paw, er..hand, she kneaded his
short fingers slowly open and say that it was much like a human hand as
far as manipulative ability was concerned, only the whole hand was heavy
and covered with black fur on the back, and the fingers and thumb were a
bit stubbier, though thicker, and instead of fingernails he had claws on
the ends, which had been trimmed short.  And the fingers had smooth black
naked pads underneath.  She was fascinated by his body structure.
     She lay her palm inside his, and he slowly closed his hand around
hers, as if they were shaking hands.  Her other hand, that was massaging
his arm, continued to do so, and she let her face slowly sink into the
wonderful cusion of fur covering that heavy appendage.  "You...you really
ARE real", she sighed, as she knew it was true., and she could even smell
the soft, exotic, barely-there, natural, non-human scent on his arm. He
sat the glass of wine down that he had been holding with his other hand,
and replied, "Gee, like I said before, I sure hope so. Uh, may I touch YOU
now?  Would it be allright with you?"  Her eyes were closed as her face
lay buried in the fur of his arm, she looked as if she was in a dream, and
mumbled, "uh-huh, You Bet!"  Accepting her invitation, he slowly leaned
his massive head over toward the back of hers and she could feel his warm
breath softly carressing the back of her neck.  He gently touched his
shiny, moist, warm, wet black nose into her blonde hair and began drinking
in her human scent, along with the scent of the perfume and shampoo that
she had used.  He looked as if he, too, were in a dream as he slowly drew
in her natural scents, with a nose and olfactory arrangement that was
many, many, many times more sensitive than even the best human nose.