Descending Road - HIS BODY ROSE UP INTO HIS LIP by Dana W. Paxson

HIS BODY ROSE UP INTO HIS LIP

1563 4D

Andrew‘s eyes snapped open in a small room. He stared around wildly, wondering what had happened. A tall, naked, purple-violet man leaned against one wall of the room, his hair in a single knotted braid that reached exactly to the floor and remained that way even as he straightened and came toward Andrew, saying, “Greetings from ArCorp‘s Viral Upgrade Department. We are pleased to offer you the K7V-grade cerebrospinal enhancements developed by KaiSarDen JoMai. This is the Level One Mark Seven release of the enhancement package.”

The empty walls of the little room flashed in vertical streams of dark colors; Andrew, falling, reeled and steadied himself by grabbing the arms of the man before him.

“With these enhancements we present a special bonus: an androspace steed, for your personal sexual pleasure.”

A huge codpiece had suddenly enveloped Andrew‘s crotch — but he was naked himself, how had that happened? He looked for a door, and saw nothing but the streaming walls and the man facing him, who smiled fixedly.

Andrew‘s codpiece elongated, both in front of him and under him, and he was sitting astride a sleek animal that was a part of him as surely as his own hand. The animal turned its long equine head and smiled at him, drooling pearlescent blue fluid. Andrew‘s groin flooded with pleasure.

“Turiosten?” he called. No response. “Who are you?” he asked the man.

“Tarquin is my name. Please stand by. The cerebrospinal changes are beginning. You may experience some minor disorientation and discomfort.” The man backed away and leaned against the wall to watch Andrew.

A horrifying shot of lightning ripped down Andrew‘s spine; he screamed and leaped and kicked while the horselike creature, its drool surging with each effort, sent pulses of ecstasy up to dampen the attack. Five times the lightning struck; each time, the pain vanished into pleasure.

Tarquin spoke. “The upgrade is complete. You should now find a fourteen percent improvement in motor nerve conduction time, and a seventeen percent improvement in fine motor control even in the large muscle groups. Do you want a detailed description of the latest verifying studies?”

“I don’t think it would mean much to me just now,” Andrew said, giddy. He looked around, expecting the walls to dissolve and leave him in Arlen‘s garden once more.

“All right. If you experience any problems with this upgrade, be assured that ArCorp‘s teams are working to improve it for any future use.”

“How do I use this horse? It’s very helpful with pain.”

“The sexuus provided with this upgrade is a single-use bonus package. Since you have used it for the upgrade, it has no further function. Do you have any other questions?”

“Thanks a lot. Let me think—“

“Then I will leave you. Salutations from ArCorp‘s Viral Upgrade Department.” Tarquin opened his mouth in a yawn. The yawn grew wider and wider; Tarquin‘s lower jaw extended outward and his lower lip grew upward, wider and higher, until it folded down over his own head, in back; with a powerful sucking noise, Tarquin‘s body rose up into his lip and he and the room vanished.

Andrew stood in a knee-deep field of tiny gold and orange flowers under a sprawling, cloud-streaked blue sky. Fragrant bloom-spices filled his nose. Jeddin stood beside him.

“Who is Tarquin?” Andrew asked.

“It’s my virus,” Jeddin said. “He was supposed to be Trinculo, but maybe the virus mutated.”

“So that was a headsmith?”

“Yes.”

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PAD Arial BARE	PAD Arial FULL	PAD Lucida Bright BARE
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	HIS BODY ROSE UP INTO HIS LIP 1563 4D Andrew‘s eyes snapped open in a small room. He stared around wildly, wondering what had happened. A tall, naked, purple-violet man leaned against one wall of the room, his hair in a single knotted braid that reached exactly to the floor and remained that way even as he straightened and came toward Andrew, saying, “Greetings from ArCorp‘s Viral Upgrade Department. We are pleased to offer you the K7V-grade cerebrospinal enhancements developed by KaiSarDen JoMai. This is the Level One Mark Seven release of the enhancement package.” The empty walls of the little room flashed in vertical streams of dark colors; Andrew, falling, reeled and steadied himself by grabbing the arms of the man before him. “With these enhancements we present a special bonus: an androspace steed, for your personal sexual pleasure.” A huge codpiece had suddenly enveloped Andrew‘s crotch — but he was naked himself, how had that happened? He looked for a door, and saw nothing but the streaming walls and the man facing him, who smiled fixedly. Andrew‘s codpiece elongated, both in front of him and under him, and he was sitting astride a sleek animal that was a part of him as surely as his own hand. The animal turned its long equine head and smiled at him, drooling pearlescent blue fluid. Andrew‘s groin flooded with pleasure. “Turiosten?” he called. No response. “Who are you?” he asked the man. “Tarquin is my name. Please stand by. The cerebrospinal changes are beginning. You may experience some minor disorientation and discomfort.” The man backed away and leaned against the wall to watch Andrew. A horrifying shot of lightning ripped down Andrew‘s spine; he screamed and leaped and kicked while the horselike creature, its drool surging with each effort, sent pulses of ecstasy up to dampen the attack. Five times the lightning struck; each time, the pain vanished into pleasure. Tarquin spoke. “The upgrade is complete. You should now find a fourteen percent improvement in motor nerve conduction time, and a seventeen percent improvement in fine motor control even in the large muscle groups. Do you want a detailed description of the latest verifying studies?” “I don’t think it would mean much to me just now,” Andrew said, giddy. He looked around, expecting the walls to dissolve and leave him in Arlen‘s garden once more. “All right. If you experience any problems with this upgrade, be assured that ArCorp‘s teams are working to improve it for any future use.” “How do I use this horse? It’s very helpful with pain.” “The sexuus provided with this upgrade is a single-use bonus package. Since you have used it for the upgrade, it has no further function. Do you have any other questions?” “Thanks a lot. Let me think—“ “Then I will leave you. Salutations from ArCorp‘s Viral Upgrade Department.” Tarquin opened his mouth in a yawn. The yawn grew wider and wider; Tarquin‘s lower jaw extended outward and his lower lip grew upward, wider and higher, until it folded down over his own head, in back; with a powerful sucking noise, Tarquin‘s body rose up into his lip and he and the room vanished. Andrew stood in a knee-deep field of tiny gold and orange flowers under a sprawling, cloud-streaked blue sky. Fragrant bloom-spices filled his nose. Jeddin stood beside him. “Who is Tarquin?” Andrew asked. “It’s my virus,” Jeddin said. “He was supposed to be Trinculo, but maybe the virus mutated.” “So that was a headsmith?” “Yes.”