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Treworld
"You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you..." The development team had often told her, "Don't go near the edge". They were right; it was at the edge that it became apparent that the entire platform was made up of nanoleaves woven tightly together. At the centre, where it met the Tree, the platform was about a metre thick. At the edge, it was about a quarter of that, and the fronds were very loosely woven. Still, she had had a good reason for getting close to the edge; something new had drifted up from below. It looked like a giant pink pig; bright pink, almost spherical, about three metres in diameter. She crawled a bit closer to the edge to get a better look. Its legs were very short, merely abbreviated stumps with slightly darkened flesh to suggest trotters at their ends; they waggled about aimlessly, as it floated about ten metres away from the very edge of the platform. It didn't have any eyes, on a head that was a mere bump on one end of its round body... and at the other end - oh, my... "Wau, Pink Floyd!" There was a fat pink sausage that was placed between its rear legs, about the size of her arm; it curved back around and disappeared into a piggy asshole (just below a tiny curled tail). It seemed to thrust out from where it was joined between its legs, smoothly pistoning in and out of the hole. She could clearly see the anus contracting around the sausage, and as it drifted closer, she could hear bass piggy grunts coming from it, in time to the thrusts. A line from an old Frank Thorne cartoon sprang to mind: "...and it appears to be a-fuckin' itself!" "Oh yes, very apt, Kely," she muttered to herself. She precariously edged a bit closer; the platform beneath her knees wavered slightly, and she windmilled her arms frantically to keep her balance. When she had recovered, she turned and saw that the piggy had drifted very close. She could see pale sunlight through its middle; she supposed that it was filled with some sort of gas. The piggy rotated, and the abbreviated piggy head was now facing towards her. It stopped grunting; its tiny piggy ears wiggled comically, and she couldn't suppress a giggle, particularly when she thought what was going on at the other end. Suddenly it opened its mouth (which had exaggerated, human lips underneath the traditional piggy snout) and a pink tongue, a slightly paler colour than the body, shot out straight at her. It zipped past her shoulder, then folded somehow in mid-air and wrapped itself around her arms. With a yelp, she was tugged off the edge of the platform and into the air. There must have been more than enough gas inside the piggy to keep them both afloat, because they didn't plummet straight down, but drifted slowly. The pink tongue seemed to have molded itself into a single collar that wrapped around her arms just above the elbow. The piggy made no attempt to reel her in, but instead, grunting with each effort, tried to roll over backwards, to bring her within range of - uh oh... She could see the sausage about two metres above her. It had slid out of the asshole and was waving in the air, glistening with, well, she was sure she didn't want to know. She struggled frantically, pulling about half a metre of tongue out of the mouth. With a heroic effort, the piggy reeled her almost all the way up, and managed to roll over on its back. Some sort of complicated internal weight system kept it positioned like that. Her face was almost level with the base of its dick, which had grown harder, turning almost purple. The head was about the size of a baseball. "No way, you ain't sticking that into ME!" she shouted, grabbing the head and poking her finger into the hole at the end. With a squeal, the piggy rolled over, whipping her about. She kicked its head as she went past, and its grip loosened slightly; she fell. As she fell, she saw the piggy zooming upwards, trying to control its own altitude. Within seconds, she had left it far behind. She could make out very little of the details of the Tree as she fell past. She managed to turn over, by waving her arms around a bit. The Tree extended downwards, possibly forever, becoming lost in the haze further down. She was approaching one of the regular outcroppings of branches, and was entertaining vague ideas of trying to land on a branch, when something caught her, spinning her round to lie on her back. Something rope-like was cutting into her back, her legs and arms, and she was slowing very quickly. Then as if she were on a trampoline, she rebounded. She wasn't flung into the air, though; she was stuck to whatever she had fallen on. When the oscillations had settled down, she tried to move; her arms were stuck. She could turn her head just enough to see a web of fibres about the width of her little finger, stretching out to either side. To her left, the trunk of the tree was visible. To the right, part of one of the massive branches could be seen, along with a number of translucent spheres, which were woven into the web like spider's eggs... "I have a very bad feeling about this," she murmured to herself. Her head was now stuck to the web, and so she could only gaze off to the right as the web bounced with the approach of someone. Or something. The bouncing stopped, and a small hand touched her shoulder. A soft, male voice (yet pitched rather high, like a young boy) spoke. "Zdravtsvuitye, dorogoi moi! Shto vyy delayetye zdyesiye?" "I'm sorry?" "Oh, my apologies! The last human that fell down here spoke Russian. Hello! I trust you aren't seriously injured?" "Oh, I'm fine... can you help me get off this web?" The speaker had moved around to her right. It was a spider, about three metres across from one foot to the opposite. He had a sort of human face nestled in the front, with a band of large, glittering black eyes across its forehead, and a wicked set of mandibles extending from just below each ear, to cover the mouth like the mouth-guards on a football helmet. "Why, certainly!" he said smoothly. The look on his face made her want to back away. She did the best she could, but didn't get very far. He came closer, his face approaching hers. She tried to turn her head away, but the web had fastened itself to her face in a number of places. She whimpered as the mandibles opened, and he pressed his lips to hers. The mandibles closed softly, holding her head in a firm grip. She was surprised at her own lack of revulsion... this monstrous thing was actually a pretty good kisser! Their tongues met, and she felt a warmth spread through her body from her face downwards. She wanted to wriggle with the delicious feel of it, and discovered to her dismay that she couldn't move at all. "Now, let's see about getting you loose from this nasty old web." He moved about, touching the web wherever it stuck to her, and with a twanging that she could still feel, the strands released her. He picked her up in his forelimbs, and carefully conveyed her over to a spot underneath the branch. He passed her down his line of limbs until she was held in his rear pair of legs, tore away her clothing (the surrounding air wasn't cold) and began to spray her with something like clear syrup, rotating her to cover her entire body. It felt cool as it began to dry. She found that she wasn't breathing, and the shock of this prompted her to a heroic effort; she managed to push some air from her lungs, and murmured "Mnh?" "Oh, don't worry... I've done this hundreds of times. It doesn't hurt a bit," he said. Very reassuring. Soft hands closed her eyes, and the syrup covered her face, filled her ears. He folded her over into a ball, tucking her feet up underneath, pressing her knees to her chin, folding her arms around the outside. Then, she felt him stick two fingers between her exposed buttocks, lodging them up her ass. The syrup hardened after a few minutes, and she felt him drag her up and fix her to the web. About all she could feel now was the slight coolness of the air against a patch of about five centimetres diameter around her asshole. She felt his mandibles against her, felt his tongue dart up her rectum, his lips close around her asshole. Warmth spread through her again, this time from the other end. The sense of feeling that she always had felt within her, her faint perceptions of her internal organs, began to fade as her insides liquified, and he began to drink. She had time to wonder how she could still be alive to feel him consume her when her consciousness faded.
She awoke on the couch, the band of the simulator interface still strapped across her forehead. "Now, that wasn't fair! That piggy-thing wasn't in any of the documentation, and what kind of sick fuck thought up that-" "Firstly, that piggy is in the documentation, so is the spider, they are both real situations that you could run into when you get to the real Tree, and secondly, it was your own fault, for not calling on one of the others when you first saw it. Come on, if you behave like that when you get to the real thing, you won't survive any longer than you did this time. That's what Simulation is all about, isn't it?" She recognised the training officer's voice. She opened her eyes, and saw an expression that made her want to back away momentarily. "Come on... try again?" he said. She grimaced, then smiled at him. "Okay, again. Wait -" she grabbed his arm, pulled him close and kissed him. He was a pretty good kisser, after all. He smiled, turned to a console, and pressed a key. Then...
This time, it was something like a jellyfish, with squirming tubular shapes inside it, that somehow reminded her of hundreds of writhing bodies involved in an orgy. "Hey, everybody, come and look at this..." nikolai kingsley novembre 1990 |
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