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[b][u][center]Summoned Spirit Sows Sex

For Heru

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

[i]Ugh...I hope none of the CIA were watching that...We’ll get our funding pulled for sure.[/i]

Saul stepped out of his truck, having to lean on it for a moment before walking up the steps to his house. The whole night had taken a toll on him, but then again, going through an explosion that ripped through at least a half dozen dimensions would do that to a person.

[i]I swear, if something got through, the boys at the lab will have more to worry about than our funding getting pulled...but that’s impossible. We’re safe.[/i]

Ignoring the strange laugh in his head - it was just a bit of neurons re-wiring themselves, he told himself - he walked into the house and flopped down on the couch. His body hurt like hell, but his head…

Gods, he knew that he was lucky to be alive after that explosion, but Saul almost wished he wasn’t with a headache like this. The implants through his brain and down the back of his spine felt like they were cracked apart, and every now and then he felt a most unpleasant spark of electricity running down his back. As far as he could tell, they were repairing themselves, but they weren’t exactly being painless about it.

“GAH!”

He groaned as his arm twitched, bouncing up and smacking him in the chest before falling down again. Glaring at it for a moment, the scientist sighed and leaned back on the couch again, letting his aching head rest on the back of it.

[i]Just...just gonna rest for a bit. Let the implants fix me back up. Figure out a story...for work in the morning.[/i]

He felt the usual twitches as his nerves were re-routed to different places, his mental pathways slightly altered to allow for some repairs. It was something that all the technomancers were used to, with their often explosive work. But that didn’t mean it was something that he enjoyed.

Saul closed his eyes, and again tried to ignore the soft laughter in the back of his skull. He told himself that it meant nothing, but it was harder and harder to believe it.

#

[i]Thump, thump, thump.[/i]

If whoever was at his door had been knocking on his head, it couldn’t have been more painful. Saul bit back a whimper as he sat up, shaking his head. Slowly. No need to aggravate his headache any further.

“Yeah? Who is it?”

“Saul, it’s Bob. Open the door.”

“Can’t it wait til morning?”

“Saul, I’m fucking serious! Get this door open now!”

“Ugh.”

He wanted nothing more than to tell Robert off for waking him up in - he glanced at the clock. Definitely the middle of the night. Almost two in the morning, for that matter. But if there was something he could rely on, it was that Robert didn’t bother with neighborly chitchat. If he was talking, there was something pretty important that he needed to hear.

Dragging himself off of the couch, he felt some small sense of relief that his legs were working right again. When he’d left the lab, one had been blown completely around to face the wrong way, and the other...well, it was a good thing that the implants created nanites, that was all he had to say about it. He was more artificial than he used to be, but the important bits were still there.

He opened the door -

“What the FUCK did you guys do?”

Saul’s eyes went wide. The blast from the lab must have spread further than he thought. Robert had been an average person before. Bit on the chubby side, maybe, but still a middle-aged man, someone that you could see on an afternoon sitcom cooking at a barbecue.

That was not who was standing in front of him. Robert must have lost at least half of his years, his body slim and without any sign of that gut. His hair was back, and past his shoulders, with a set of hips that were wide enough to look almost feminine, if it weren’t for the bulge that was already growing in the front of them. He stared at that, in particular; the rod was bigger than any human should - by rights - have.

“I...what…”

[i]Mmmm, yes...so delicious.[/i]

He went ramrod straight. The laughter, he might dismiss, but not actual words. He opened his mouth, but it shut right after. The implants. Whatever it was, it was in his implants, and controlling them.

[i]Don’t worry, my friend. I don’t have any reason to hurt you...or even stop you from enjoying yourself. Just hold on a moment while I get everything settled.[/i]

“I’ll explain everything, Bob. Just come in.”

It was his voice, but it wasn’t his words. Saul could barely stare through his eyes as his body moved on its own. Clunky, a bit awkward and machine-like, but it did it. He swore that Robert should have been able to tell that it wasn’t him, but either his neighbor was too freaked out, or he was willing to pass it off as technomancer weirdness. Either way, it meant that he was fucked.

[i]Relax, my friend, relax. I’m not a cruel spirit. It’s one of the many reasons I was so very glad that you opened that portal. It’s much nicer here.

What are you?

Me? I’m just a landless lord of the other world. A nice body you have, by the way, but I think we can make some improvements.[/i]

Saul had plenty of arguments for that, but he didn’t get to use any of them. He’d barely taken a step or two before he felt a tingle shooting down his spine and into his crotch. A deep groan was silenced by his possessor, and if it weren’t for the fact that his legs were also out his control, he would have fallen right on his knees. Then again, the sudden rapid erection and growth of one’s cock would do that to you.

It grew fast, stretching the front of his pants until the zipper started sliding down on its own. The front of his slacks pushed down hard on his growing cock, making it more and more difficult to walk along. His underwear was his only protection against the teeth of his zipper, and scant protection that became as his boxers started to stretch and rip around the head of his cock.

Each step brought about a new transformation, the nanites from his implants in overdrive to carry out his possessor’s will. Saul could only watch as red scales ran up and down his arms, passing under his shirt and down over his cock. He could feel his shoes tightening around his feet, and he had little doubt that they’d burst before long.

[i]Is this...mmph...what you looked like?

Hardly. I don’t really have a face. It’s odd wearing one again. Nice, though.

What...what did happen? What’s going on with Robert?

In short? Well, he’s getting hit with a wave of the planar energy from the portal. There were chaotic planes, heated ones, lustful ones -

Let me guess. You came from that one?

No, but I passed through it. Now, let’s have a little fun with him; he needs some focus, anyway.[/i]

His transformation continued, almost finished as a hood started to spread around the back of his head. His legs were thick and broad, and so were his arms. His pants were almost in shreds, by now, and he could feel that the nanites were waiting for one last command before they were destroyed completely.

Robert turned, still muttering on.

“And when I woke up, I was so much younger, so much harder, and - WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Be at ease, Bob. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“You’re a fucking snake, of course I gotta worry! And...and…”

“And I have something you need.”

Saul blushed as the spirit used his hands to rip his pants off. They fell in shreds around his ankles, revealing a cock that was fourteen inches long at the shortest, and throbbing, bouncing in need. Robert stared at it in a way that Saul was used to seeing him look at a young woman, and he blushed as he realized how much the energy pulses had changed his neighbor.

The spirit pushed him forward, walking him like a robot to the younger man, and laid a hand on Bob’s shoulder. The forcibly ‘twinked’ man went to his knees, and almost instantly started sucking. The sensation would have knocked Saul off of his feet, but the creature...well, his possessor didn’t seem too taken aback at all.

[i]Why not? It’s only our due, after all. Come, Saul, enjoy it. You know that he is.[/i]

“That’s a good young man. Keep on sucking, Bob. You know what you need.”

It seemed that he did, because Saul had never gotten a blowjob like this before. He groaned, starting to pant beneath the possessing spirit’s grip. His cock throbbed harder and harder as his neighbor bobbed up and down on it, sucking it deep into his throat. If he had control, he’d have been thrusting his hips, begging for more.

As it was, the spirit kept him still, his hips immobile. Instead, he found his body bending forward, reaching around to nudge Bob’s pants down. Feeling the longer hair pressing against his scaly belly, Saul wondered what they were doing up until the point his nose pressed against the small of the human’s back.

[i]We’re not…

Oh, yes we are.[/i]

A little push from the nanites, and they were tall enough for his nose to slip between the human’s ass cheeks. They were much better, as well. Warm, but firm, hardened up from the rather bouncy ass that the older Robert had had. The spirit pushed him, using his hands to pull those ass cheeks apart, and what was there…

He blushed at the sight of the hairless hole, particularly as his cock throbbed all the more in his neighbor’s mouth. It got worse when he was dragged forward, his nose pressed against that twitching, eager hole, and made to take a sniff. The stench of sweat and musk filled his nose, making his cock throb all the more.

[i]You...what if he remembers this? What if he -

Relax, Saul. I am a lord, after all. I know what I’m doing. He needs this, almost as bad as you do. Oh, by the way. He deserves his own pleasure. And you need a reminder of who is in charge. I think you’ll have to learn to enjoy a proper ass like this.[/i]

What did that mean? Saul wanted to ask, but the spirit stuck his tongue out before he could. Immediately, he was made to lap over that twitching hole, and as soon as he tasted that heady, hot, almost bitter taste of that hole, he came. He didn’t moan out loud, but in his head, he came hard, spurting his load deep into Bob’s mouth. It was hot, heavy, and so very plentiful.

And it made Bob cum, too, splattering all over his legs. Saul shuddered, too deep in his afterglow to be confused.

He teetered on the edge of mental consciousness as his body turned Bob around, making him lean over and keep his ass up in the air. Hands that were and weren’t his stroked at his cock, lining up with that puckering hole.

“Don’t worry, Bob. And don’t you worry either, Saul. This is the start of something good, for all of us.”

He wished he could say he didn’t believe his own voice, but he was too sex-happy to think of anything as his cock disappeared up Bob’s ass...and he doubted he’d think of anything for a while.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]