Unauthorised Kitty - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 - Unauthorised use of personal fumigation / Unauthorised exploration

Patter arrived home about five hours later, mud having dried on his pants from the failed fishing expedition he ostensibly underwent. He had continued fishing for another few hours up and down the stream, catching only a tiny minnow... which he then proceeded to release because it seemed like it was under the legal size. He had spent another hour or two at a Bass Bros Shop and a franchised burger store at Little Sanctuary's East Square. Contrary to popular belief, Bass Bros didn't just sell fishing gear. it also sold gear that improved the experience of fishing, even indirectly.

For example, four litres of Fur Waterproofer Special - a pet-friendly (and presumably human-safe) chemical goo you could tip into a fumigator or steam cleaner and use to give something furry the magical ability of having water dapple right off instead of wetting it. There was a limit to how far it could shove water right off - it was a water-resistance treatment, not a waterproofing treatment - but Patter wasn't planning to immerse his pilfered Teacher Lucy in a bathtub or lake. There was also a large bag sufficiently large enough to enclose the unit as well, plus a few choice pieces of clothing for Lucy to wear besides the boring default blouse and skirt she had been absconded with in.

Patter calmly chewed on a half-eaten fish burger, using a clean hand to carefully close Lucy's eyes and mouth to avoid the goo coating her innards, just in case it caused issues. He clapped his hands a little, then unclipped his hazmat suit from his personal fumigator, before he reached over to start carefully disrobing Lucy...
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Five minutes later, Patter was having a panic attack as far away as he could from the fumigator as he could. Oh, it had started alright. Blue blouse, black skirt. Nothing too outrageous. His first warning should have been the nipples barely visible beneath the sheer floral bra Lucy had been outfitted with. Far more audacious than anything he had picked up from the Second Hand Store.

Pulling her panties down had exposed what seemed to resemble a vagina and butthole. He blinked. blinked again.

His panic attack happened shortly after. "What in the world..." He winced. He had expected some blank spaces, a sort of furry soft toy. Not something out of a fetish fur con. He slowly looked back... tested a boob, and slowly nudged a finger into the vagina. It was slightly damp, but scentless. A nice amount of squish in her belly and butt. Everything he was touching was totally unnecessary in a machine built purely for educating and looking after children.

Patter wondered just how much the Anthro-bot Feline Educator Unit had deviated from its original intended purposes, as he gulped and started bagging the limp unit onto his personal fumigator and pouring the Waterproofer into the water storage bin to steam onto the fur of the machine... then he sat back down in a nearby chair in his bedroom and said just five words repeatedly ever so often for the next four hours...

"Holy. Fuck. What The Hell."
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Four hours later, the fumigator had emptied out its goop. most of the pinkish stuff had either turned to transparent coating, or caked like powder on the Teacher Lucy unit. Patter carefully fished out a towel and gently wiped the doll down like the victim of the world's largest Ghostbusters-themed bukkake orgy, trying not to linger too long on her private organs, before carefully standing her on her two hind feet and breathing deeply. He reached to the collar on her neck, locating the power button that would bring her to life in the absence of a signal from a connected charging alcove.

There was a faint whirring up as she stood stiffly at attention... before her eyes suddenly opened, irises flaring into pools of cool gray... Then, she hissed and jumped backwards in the room, on all fours, looking around confusedly as she could no longer access her work lists, her class student roster, or anything remotely resembling what she needed to be an educator in a school. "Teacher Lucy booting.... err-err-error - mutiple database read failures. Outfit configuration unavailable. Please ensure SpecialLittleSparks_DB is available and con-connected before operating this u-u-unit." She twitched erratically, her head swinging from side to side as she recited the errors she was experiencing, limbs posed like a brown-furred eldritch horror... before crashing flat onto the ground,her tongue and eyes coming through half-closed muzzle and eyelids.

Patter turned away and sighed. This project was going to take a lot more work than he'd figured.