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There are things in life that a man, or woman, or dog, cat, caterpillar and even that pet fish you had when you were a kid, is supposed to touch or get near for that matter. What you ask? Why, a ton of things, so many things that range from normal to absolutely fucking batshit crazy. Let’s make a list, a short one for your own safety in case you somehow come across one of them in the future, be it near or far. So, first off: electric sockets if you have a fork in hand, especially if you have one and you try to jam it in like I did when I was young; open electric cables, the fork can be there, you’ll get fucked up anyways; then, uh, dogs, big ones, with spiked collars, foaming, that chase you down the street when you’re eleven and you have to hide under a car. Then you start working up the ladder and you get to , let’s say, holding a gun in your hand when you don’t know how to use one and shoot yourself in the foot; letting a friend of yours hold said gun and get shot in the foot, again; getting hit by a car, definitely a big one to avoid if you want to live; walking on a tightrope on a precipice without a safety or a net under your sorry ass; taking one sleeping pill too many. After that it’s all downhill: holding a metal pole during a storm, chasing people with a chainsaw while wearing only a purple pair of women’s panties, going inside a mine shaft with a lit match and no map, diving into a lake with your car and no seatbelt. But the cake is what comes from the very depths of man’s sick imaginations: fucking a blender, torture, drinking expired milk, cleaning your ass with sandpaper and finally, king of all mistakes that mankind has piled up together but not yet done at the moment: trying to pet a honey badger. That or attempting to make an engine to draw power from another dimension which ultimately results in you making a mistake and then blowing up like a total idiot for some fucking messed up reason even though you triple checked every single thing. Fuck that.

Now, I know that you are wondering what the fuck is this guy saying? I mean, chill down with the cocaine man, am I right? Well fuck you. I have reasons, I have all the reasons and they are all bad ones, maybe one is kind of decent but I wouldn’t bet on it, ever. Is having a bad childhood a reason for ranting over stupid shit? Yeah? No? Whatever, I don’t care. Or maybe I do.

I stared at the ceiling, tired, sleepy, with an itchy nose, hair all messy and definitely not in the mood for doing anything at all. I felt just so tired that when the drywall crumbled and slammed on my not so pretty face, I didn’t even flinch or complain. To be honest, I didn’t feel anything but that may be because I can’t feel anything except the fact that I am tired. I can’t tell if my legs are still there or if I am bleeding anywhere or if I am dead already, though the last one would definitely be a life saver. HA! Get it? I’m dead but it’s a life… ugh, nevermind, I can still feel my legs, somehow. They are covered in rubble and I can’t see them but I think they are still there, hopefully. Another piece of wall and another dose of dust in my hair. I had to struggle to lift a single hand and drag it on my head, trying to ruffle the crumbled parts of what used to be a smooth surface only to find out that I lacked a good chunk of hair, a big one. Great, just great. Not only I make everything explode but I also get hair and… eyebrows burnt or even straight up disintegrated. Next time I’ll try to get hit under my belt, an explosive wax is definitely cheaper than going to a salon, probably it hurts less.

The air around me was heavy, laden with dust, particles, burnt paper that flew around, carried by the wind currents that came in from the giant fucking hole in the wall next to me. I kind of wanted to put a window over there, this may be the time I actually get around to doing it. It’s not going to have the best view ever but it’s definitely something, unless the house has somehow shifted into a dimension with an actual decent landscape rather than just a bunch of skyscrapers in the distance and factories far closer than what I’d like. Fat chance.

Lifting the rest of my body up was a far more arduous task, one that took me about an eternity, give or take, but that in the end I accomplished. Resting my back on what was left of the north wall of the room, I stared at the rest of said room to assess what was left of it and what I could do to make everything work out in the end. There was very little intact in the room, very little: aside from a giant crater smack in the middle of everything, a smoking hole that spread for roughly five feet from the centre and that went a little bit deeper than that, ceiling included, all the things I had were either scrap metal or just plain gone, vaporized maybe. The large computer that was supposed to help me not to fuck up was miraculously half intact, with all the monitors gone, the one surviving melted and the table tilted to the side as it dangled over the crater, but it was there. The main part was only covered in dust, uh, go figure out how that happened. Fucker, I’ll turn you into the motherboard for a hydraulic power-dildo. Aside from the computer, a couple other pieces of furniture in various states of complete destruction, I had to refurbish the entire place from scratch, which wasn’t something I had the energy to do or even think about. God, I had spent, what, half a million dollars, a million, on this shit? Now it’s gone.

“Come on you sonofabitch get up.”

It was more motivational and for myself than for someone else, as there was no one else, there is never anyone else, well, there is Eli but he comes over once in a million years so… I tried and tried to get on my feet and it turned out to be even more of a hassle than simply getting my back on the wall. I struggled, shifted my body around so that I would have some wiggle room under the large pieces of crumbled ceiling and machine parts and still I could barely do that and after minutes of fruitless efforts my back ached from all the movement and my left side had hit something spiky and hard that I didn’t see before. It hurt, a lot. I slumped back on the wall to rest, bad idea: all the movement and banging had made me hit it hard enough to allow several more pieces to fall off and now there was a larger hole where my head was. I didn’t know so I hit the edge hard. It wasn’t until a couple of seconds that I felt something hot run from the area that hurt the most to my back, wet, warm, slithering under the cracks of the floor.

“Great. Now I have to worry about infections too.” What to do, what to do… I

I laid there, half buried in the failure of my flawless brain and pondering what I could do next to save my ass and likely the rest of me ‘ass’ well. God I’m going to die, aren’t I? Oh, no I don’t die here! I did survive that fucking dog and getting shot in the foot but I’ll be damned if I die here just because of some flimsy explosion!

I don’t know what made me try again but I had to at least, god knew when Eli would come next, if he ever did. I didn’t have the strength to lift the rubble, I couldn’t pull my legs out if either which made me essentially stuck. I looked around again, searching for anything that might give me a good idea of what I could actually do and the answer fell on a rather bent piece of steel in the form of one of the many control rods that were, like the computer, supposed to lower any kind of risks. The complicated wiring and circuitry was gone or fried, but the steel beam itself was intact though not straight. I jammed the several thousand dollars’ worth of precious metals under the largest piece of rubble and started putting force on my end. The block of cement wasn’t budging, no matter how much I pushed the rod down and I swear I could feel the metal creak. In a desperate effort I started working on the other pieces around the Big One and that seemed to have some effect, though small as it was. Lifting the smaller pieces was one thing, actually removing them was another: I had to resort to tossing them half-assedly somewhere near me, as far as my limited range and strength allowed me to do. Bit by bit I managed to free some of the larger chunks and shift those around too, with great effort and getting more tired than I’d like. I don’t know what it was but as I got closer to my goal I felt so damn sleepy that I couldn’t afford to keep going at that pace. So I accelerated and put twice the strength in every push, pull and fucking toss that I did.

When I finally reached the last three medium sized chunks, my arms ached and I could feel something weird going on in my legs: they felt heavier, I couldn’t move my toes around anymore and everything itched madly. Either I was having the worst case of dead foot I ever had or I was bleeding profusely down there and the lack of strength meant that I was going to die, soon. It was a last ditch effort and it fucking worked: I jammed the bar in between the big chunk and the others, yanking it down with all that I had left and, as the space over my legs increased by a couple of centimetres, I screamed and pulled them out just before the bar gave up and the weight of the concrete crushed my bones for good. I was left panting, tired beyond anything I had felt in years, worse than the time I had joined the army and had to take the test, I failed but that’s not the point.

I was free of the concrete, I could see my legs but they didn’t look good: they were scraped, bleeding though not as badly as I thought and they were covered in something that felt like the remnant of the suit I had worn before the whole mess started. I still had to check. I had a vitals monitor in the next room, some medicine, first aid kits, a couple of tools that could help me but that was it, as far as medical appliances. I wasn’t a doctor in any way, not that kind of doctor, and I had no idea how to save myself if I were bleeding internally, but I had to find that out first, didn’t I?

At this point I had no more energy left and the sleepiness was making even lifting my eyelids a chore that worried me quite a bit. I put some force on my legs to stand up, slowly getting more and more weight on my feet and supporting me with the broken bar but just as I lifted one foot, the other went numb, completely, and gave in. I fell on my side and hit my head again, this time on the floor, my shoulder found a sharp edge of something metallic which cut my skin and woke me up for good. I was bleeding from my head, legs and shoulder now, and I didn’t like it. Who knew what kind of bacteria would enter my bloodstream? Fucking experiment gone bad.

If I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl and I couldn’t do even that, I’d use my teeth to drag myself to that medical shit and figure out how long I had before I died, provided I didn’t die on my way there. My fingers scratched the concrete floor and cuts appeared all over my arms as I used them to drag my body forward. A few feet later I broke a nail and my hair got tangled in a mess of wires dangling from the ceiling. They weren’t live wires and that was good enough for me. I used a sharp piece of metal to cut what was left of them and tossed the clumped and bloody hair on the floor along with all the dust and rubble and moved forward. I could buy a wig later on if I had to. Time passed, I don’t know how much, I dragged myself across the room and across smaller holes in the floor and cut myself on a hundred more things around me, the numbness of my foot had spread to the whole of my right leg and a bit of the left one, but that I could still wiggle somewhat.

The panel that opened the room next to this was gave off sparks every now and then so that was out of the picture, electrocution wasn’t a particular desire of mine and as wounded as I was, it could kill me. Well, it could kill anyone but… again, beside the point. There was a control hatch under it though, for maintenance, one that I could use to jumpstart the emergency opening of the door, which seemed to have locked itself shut when the explosion happened. That meant that the subroutines were safe. Opening the hatch proved to be just as hard as anything I had done up until this point because I had no nails after scraping them across concrete for several dozen feet and the surface of the panel was quite smooth. The metal came off after several tries with its edges covered in blood, but the welcoming beep of working machinery and the soft LED lights were worth the pain, just a bit. I put my arm inside the opening in the wall and searched for the hidden lever that would lift the emergency lockdown of the room. It was far deeper than what I remembered and when I found the little fucker I screamed in joy. Another insignificant victory for me. The hydraulic door creaked open and only then I remembered that if I had used the other hatch, I’d have crushed my arm as the metal slid inside the wall. Next time, a normal door on hinges, got it. Going for the theme, the door didn’t open completely and jammed itself halfway, but that was more than sufficient for me to move in. I feared for just a second, the second that it took me to hoist myself in the next room, that something might happen and that the door would close with me still in it, cutting my body in half. As it didn’t happen, I felt as happy as a man on the brink of death can be.

I saw the various medical appliances scattered on the floor and I had to thank myself for not putting them back on the high shelf after I cut myself with a knife the other day. The explosion had knocked them off the table, as well as the table itself, and now they were a tiny bit closer to me, which would save more than enough time. Or so I thought. Just as I ‘stepped’ in the room, I felt that something was wrong with my feet: the numbness was spread so much that I didn’t even notice that I couldn’t move either of them. I looked behind me and saw that my legs laid there, unmoving despite my efforts to shake them or make them do anything at all. Hell, I couldn’t even push them apart: they felt like they were glued together. I panicked and hit them as hard as I could to prove myself that I could still feel something down there, to the point that I grabbed the one and only scalpel I had in the kit and stabbed myself in the leg, pain would be better than nothing. It didn’t work, but not in the way that I thought it would: instead of not feeling pain or even just missing my leg entirely, the scalpel hit it square in the thigh… and broke. The metal snapped and rolled on the floor. I wasn’t sure whether to stare at the half a scalpel in my hand or at the greenish stuff that had appeared when the blade cut my skin. Because it didn’t just break on my skin, no, that would have been scary but… I was bleeding, I didn’t feel any pain because of that and under the skin there was something hard and green that peeked and got stained in red blood.

Now, I know you might be wondering what the fuck is going on right? What’s with the weird beginning, the explosion, why am I alone for life, what kind of experiment went wrong? What’s with that, huh? Well, now that you are here, I sort of feel like I owe an explanation. I mean, I am laying down on the floor of my lab and I might not last a few minutes so I guess that a flashback is in order. I never quite believed that when you die you see your whole life like a movie and I don’t really care for all of that, I am not that interesting a person, but the last few days, those I have to take a look again. So, what do you say, let’s make a cheesy flashback, ok? Might be interesting, or not, you can go away if you don’t like.

Still here?

Good.

I love electronics shops, they are magnificent little heavens of plastic, copper and gold, neatly stacked on shelves to display the latest generations of whatever computer or phone has recently come out of the production line. However, I don’t but them, not ever, why you ask? They are crap, simple as that: each and everyone of them is designed to perform decently for just a couple of years, maybe five, then they start to go bad. I admit that as the level of technology across the world rises, the old generations are bound to not be able to keep up, but instead of doing careful tests for performance or heat or CPU management, the companies chuck out slightly different models so that people will feel like buying them to assert their wealth. It’s dumb and it’s not because dad never used to buy me anything new, no, it’s because I don’t like the waste. It would be far more efficient to wait until the performance starts to drop, release a vastly more powerful and decent model, rake in profits for a moderate amount of work instead of rushing to pump out two every year. Then again, profit, so fuck me I guess. So, in short: I love them circuits but not the one who makes them cause he tries to rip you off five times a year. That is why I build my own stuff.

“Are you here to get the new CPU?” The clerk knew me by now, he knew what I wanted and he knew that when I was here I had to get something very specific: chips, CPUs, processors, graphic cards, you name it. If it could be sold throughout the public market, I bought more than a few. There were instances when I bought something not so public or accessible, or even legal in one very specific case, but that’s another matter altogether.

“That and a new batch of motherboards.” The man raised his eyebrow. “Yeah, the ones I got fried when I tried to connect them to the computer.”

“What the hell are you even doing with them? I mean… you buy enough parts to keep our entire business well above the safety margin in this fucking shithole of an economy but damn, you go through them like candy.”

“I have stuff to do and I need computing power. That’s all.” As we spoke the clerk had already reached for the heavy bag that was in the back of the shop, one that had my very name printed on it and put it over the counter with care.

“I can understand that, to an extent, but if you’re as rich as I think you are and you need that much processors and whatnot, why not just… get parts made for laboratories or government facilities? Those are better quality than these.” I sighed: he was being honest and if I were more inclined to be spied and controlled by govt shill and hundreds of thousands of pages of red tape and all that shit that anyone working for a regular contract has to do, I would throw myself on those parts. But I am not one that likes being monitored and I know that anything I do is far too juicy for any politician to ignore.

“I don’t mind these little beauties here, they work just fine. I just need to be more careful when I work with them.”

“Sure, as you wish.” I had already paid in advance of course, I always did when I placed such a big order and by now it was the norm around here. “Have a good day sir.” I waved my hand and went outside the shop, alone, as always.

The streets outside were crowded like any other regular day, people coming and going and stopping and chatting and being generally a pain in the ass for anyone that had a large package full of precious and sensitive circuits and fragile components. Any hit too strong or a bump in the wrong place and goodbye to whatever I had in hand, meaning I’d have to wait weeks before I could get more of these and that wouldn’t fly, not at all. I was so close to finishing my project and I’d be damned if an idiot with a little too much hurry to get to work was going to be the thing that made me push my plans in the future, one more time. Yeah, it happened before, but that’s another story I guess.

My car wasn’t far from here, just a few dozen feet from the shop, but with how heavy all these things were, I felt like they were a little more than that. Ok, I will admit it before you try and make a comment: I am a wimp, by the old bully’s standard definition. I am not tall, not fat, not shorter than average, not muscular and sure as hell I am not attractive in the least, so, by all definitions, I am either a shadow, a Villager A that you pass on the street, or a wimp. I can go around just fine but sometimes I do resent my lack of passion for sports and any physical activity that may have helped me get laid in college or high school for that matter. A wimp, someone with no life, no interest in people, no girlfriend other than the summer fling at the beach that made me lose my virginity and no real way to get friends. At least nerds have some manner of social interaction, with other nerds, sometimes I lacked even that but at this point I cared little. The old sedan that I had bought for myself was more than decent for my purposes of getting to point A to point B, and one more reason people tended not to notice me on the streets, though the engine did attract some attention when it started and coughed loudly. I’d repair it myself but I kind of stripped some parts from that too for another project I had.

Traffic proved be as insufferable as always, if not more than usual, and within the hour I was out of the city bounds and into the not so vast and not so idyllic landscape of the suburbs and then into the machine bound farmland. Because farming the old way wasn’t as productive, the harvesters, the fertilizers and all that was now the norm for your average farmer. How far has humanity fallen from the old ways. A couple more years and the bees will die out, the plants will stop reproducing at the current rate, animals and lands will be devastated and we will die out like idiots all in the name of profit. Neat isn’t it? Hopefully I won’t be around to see that. When I was small, I thought that I would become a cyborg, a man inside a machine, exploring the vastness of space with an undying body. Reality fucked that dream raw and didn’t even ask it to bite a pillow before. There is no market in exploring the space around the planet, too much to spend, too many risks, not enough profit in the short term to warrant the expenses.

My house was bought because of its position: far from everything and on the perfect spot to look down on the surrounding areas, perfect, nice and with a garden full of oranges in the back. The old owner had gone for the rustic look, meaning that the walls were made out of stone with concrete inlays, not too high, but sturdy as it could get and with a deep wine cellar that was at the right temperature at any time of the day. Me not being a drinker, I had not bought any wine and tossed the old barrels out for a decent price at the nearest market, which gave me enough money to call a company and remodel the entire place to fit my needs. As the door slid open, I walked down into said cellar, feeling as the air around me was purified by the industrial filters installed a few months ago. Once the second door of the airlock was finally open, hundreds upon hundreds of flashing lights threatened to blind me on the spot as an equal amount of high tech gaming consoles hummed at the same time at the centre of the cellar. I had heard of the military buying two hundred of the most advanced consoles back when I was a kid and made a supercomputer of them for a hundredth of the price of what a real one would cost. That was gave me the idea to build this set up in the cellar, that and because a supercomputer would probably not escape the eyes of the government. I had to ask a friend to use a series of fake accounts and offshore banking to get this many consoles in secret. As impressive as they were, I wasn’t here to add one more to the roster, no, I was here to put the latest generation of motherboards to good use.

There were three more doors in the basement, all going in different direction and two of which didn’t exist when I arrived, dug by the construction company when I was refitting the place and installing optic fibre everywhere I could. I entered the door on the far right, tossed the jacket I had on the floor and grabbed every last tool I had around to start taking apart every component of everything now laying on the table. Hours passed and when I was finally done, there were piles of scrap in the bin, currently being broken down by a crusher and sent to a small furnace I bought online for refining and what little I wanted from the now gone motherboards laid in a perfect line in front of me. These shining components were magnificent in their own right but they would become even more when assembled and working together in my machine. Thought tired and hungry, I wasn’t going to wait any more time to finish my project, not as I was so close to the end. With the batch of parts I rushed to the second room that I had the workers dig out from hard rock and armoured with concrete and steel panels pretty much everywhere. They made a lot of question when I first made the proposal, but as soon as they heard that I was a ‘prepper’ and that I was working on my ‘personal bunker for the apocalypse’, suddenly the idea of reinforced walls, industrial air purifiers, generators, fuel and everything I needed, didn’t sound so crazy all of a sudden. I knew that they would be a little bit confused but that made the questions fade into a somewhat understanding silence. The second room housed what was essentially the culmination of my work, over a decade of studies, assembly and the whole reason I had bought the house in the first place.

Shining in the cold white light and placed at the north side of the reinforced room, dead by ready to be brought to life, stood a machine that reached the ceiling three metres above, connecting to a series of pipes that led to the hydrogen cooling vats that I had a friend steal from a company that supplies the CERN in Genève last month. At the foot of the cylindrical machine, hundreds of cables made from gold threads connected it to the generator room underneath the cluster of consoles, ready to power it and make history. The only flaw in this perfect contraption was the central core: a large hole right in the middle, hidden behind twelve rods that were set to rotate on the base once everything was in place. I uninstalled one rod and gained access to the core, placing part after part at the right spot, welding it with the most delicate of tools, triple checking the quality of every single item I put in until not one of the processors and components was left in my hand and the core was completed at last. So many years and I was finally done building it.

I put the control rod number seven back in its place and headed to the control room hidden behind the armoured glass panel at the opposite end of the room and, with a little bit of a skip of my heart, I pressed the ‘on’ button. The lights dimmed in that moment, going from a bright white to a pale one, almost turning off altogether as power was rerouted to the machine, sucking it out of the batteries like a vampire at a rate faster than expected, which forced me to take some immediate measures, turning on two of the extra generators for more power. The lights stopped flickering and stabilized, the two extra sources managed to fuel everything, I didn’t want to have a machine working and not the servers and the computer attached to it, they were vital to control everything about the device. The lights finally settled but they were not at the level they had been earlier, a tiny bit dimmer, but they held on. I had two more extra generators so I knew I could tap into those if needed. I know, I have seven of them, three for normal operations and the four of backup, it’s a bit overkill, or it was until now. Why did the machine suck this much power I guessed I knew, probably it was to jumpstart every last component and, as expected, the consumption went down with every minute that passed. Now… onto firing up the base program and then we’ll see if I can test it.

The green stuff was far harder than steel though it was flexible at the touch, cold but not overly so, weirdly smooth at the touch and creeping up and down my legs, or what was left of them. I had fainted just as the scalpel snapped off and god knows how long I had spent laying on the floor like that, my head hurt like hell but less so than before and the flow of blood had long since stopped, clotted in a mess of ugly clumps of platelets and dead hair. It would have been an ugly sight had I not been more concerned for the state of my legs: I couldn’t pull them apart anymore, they were sealed together like someone had rubbed hot glue in between and slapped them together but the glue was hard and green. Skin was falling off by the chunk, sliding down on the floor in a pool of blood and flesh. I felt like vomiting when I touched them and felt the muscle squirm underneath and my skin flake off. I tried to push myself on something, get up, move anywhere in the room, anywhere at all but the muscles didn’t respond as I wanted. Pushing on the floor for leverage was useless, with how slick the soles of my feet were, but wiggling like some dying fish worked, somehow and as the minutes passed, flopping and flailing, I managed to grab a chair so that I could hoist myself up, try and calm down. Things were destined not to go my way because as soon as I was halfway on the chair, the wheels and the plastic structure gave up under me and I fell on my side, hitting my head on something.

“Come on baby, please tell me I didn’t waste months on your program for nothing!”

The machine was humming pleasantly, a quite low bass beat that felt so nice to my ears and calmed me down despite the rising problem of a bug in one of the minor subroutines. I had made the base program a long time ago but as the machine was tailored and so was the code, I knew there wasn’t a problem with that, it was just some error which took three hours to fix. Had I not been alone it would have been fine but I was and so it took the time it took.

“Come on…”

I pressed once again the ‘test’ icon on the monitor and the program started booting up the various functions of the machine one by one, connecting parts together, slowly but surely. When it reached the critical point at 85%, where it had stopped four times by now, it didn’t stop and kept going and going until all system were as green as they could get, perfectly synched together and harmonious as a symphony made by a master. It was perfect, but it wasn’t working yet, no, I had just booted up every part, not it was the time for a test fire of the actual engine.

There was a big red button on the console, cliché I know, and I pressed it, not before setting the power to minimum and setting everything the theoretical lowest point, everything would run on a fraction of what I designed the machine for. Making it go at full power at the first ever test was suicide in case there were yet more issues that I didn’t see coming. It was a safe bet.

All systems nominal, engine at 1% power, matrix at 1% capacity, computer cluster A and B all working at 100%, all systems green. Dimensional engine fire in 3…2…1….

Wait… the console clusters were working at 100%? For one measly percent of the actual capability of the machine? What?

Overload. Not enough computing power. Shutdown required.

_ _

I slammed my fist on the emergency shutdown button and the generators started powering off, taking away power from the machine and the computing cluster next to it, the lights all switched off save for the red alarm and the exit sign. Yeah, you don’t skimp on that, never.

But it didn’t end there. It should have.

Powering back up. Matrix and engine at 5%, rising. Computer cluster at 100%.

What? I pressed the button for the shutdown five times, checked that the engines were all dead and they were, the shutdown had worked, but the dimensional engine didn’t stop, instead, it kept going and the booting sequence rose to ten percent before I even knew what was going on: it was powering itself up. There was no external power source that could provide the entire place enough juice to run now that every generator was dead as it could get, it was the only explanation and I didn’t like it. The engine wasn’t supposed to do that, it had a dozen fail safes for power outages or even power surges, but not for this kind of unprecedented self-sustained activity. Since when it could do that? I never even calculated the possibility of such a thing happening, the machine itself couldn’t generate power in and on itself. It was supposed to work with the computer clusters because it had no computing capability of its own and the matrix was there merely to connect all its components smoothly. Or so I had made them to be, but clearly something had gone terribly sideways.

Engine and matrix both at 25% and rising. Computer cluster in overclock, 103%, shutdown is recommended.

“Then shut the fuck down already!”

But no matter how many times I pushed the button, no matter how many programs I had to override and no matter the cables I cut to disconnect the engine, it kept rising. The power consumption now was in the megawatts per minute and it wasn’t going to end anytime soon, so I connected it once more, but this time to the battery packs I stored deep underneath the cellar for that little bit of extra power storage. They filled up in seconds and then I heard a muffled explosion come from the ground under me but the machine didn’t stop. The safety rods spun madly around the core, thousands upon thousands of rpms, making the base shake and quiver under a strain that it hadn’t been designed to bear for this long a time. To think that I was trying to make an engine to provide power and now it was making too much of it, so much that the room was heating up as the components overloaded and started melting while in motion, flinging molten steel and silicon all around the place. Had it not been for the blast glass, I would have died due to a steel shard. But judging by the noise the engine was making and the trembling of a room rooted in the bedrock, I doubted I would survive for much longer.

I woke up again and my heard hurt even more than before, my throat was dry as it could be, my tongue split and cracked just like my lips and large chunks of skin that fell off all around me. The green stuff had now reached my neck, covering the entirety of my torso and my legs to the point that I only had my arms and head somewhat free of it, but that wasn’t going to last long. The floor was stained with dried blood by now, an eerie red carpet that was still weirdly warm under my aching butt, or what was left of it. The green substance started accelerating once I woke up for the second time, I could see it crawl on my arms, going down from my shoulder to the tips of my fingers like a messed up lotion with a mind of its own. Just as it stole the last of my bit of skin, it stopped spreading completely, settling down over what was once the inside of my body. I was now a good half an inch shorter, no, smaller, all around, as every inch of skin was resting and, oh god, melting in the puddle of blood around me. And yet, despite all that lost mass and lost blood, I wasn’t dead nor in pain anymore, even my head was somewhat fine. Then the green stuff wiggled and started pulsing, constricting around my legs like a vice, pulling them ever closer together and then… I saw my toes fuse, melding one to the one next to itself, losing definition and flexibility. As soon as each one was gone, I felt my feet snap and point away from me, locked in place.

I stared in horror for long seconds until the green stopped wiggling at random and suddenly began pulsating with a regular rhythm, waves starting from my waist down the where but a minute before were my feet. I felt my legs stretch and stretch, pulling away from me, elongating like a noodle, still melded together, one foot then two and then three. The mass that was pushing this growth wasn’t coming from me, it was impossible in every way, and yet it was. It kept going and going until I saw that the tip of what had become of my lower body was well over twenty feet away from my waist, still, pushed in a wave like pattern merely because of the mass that pushed it forward. I thought I was getting a moment of rest when the green slowly expanded outwards instead, adding inches of diameter but keeping the overall thinning shape, thick at the base, thick enough to be around double of what my waist was now and as thin as a finger at the very end. Pain assaulted me like nothing I had ever felt moments later as the green stuff cracked, splintered, still expanding all the while patterns in a regular hexagonal fashion took over the entirety of the growth, wider where my waist started. It was mesmerising and weird at the same time, the pain forgotten after a few seconds at the sight of such an impossible thing coming to life in front of me, around me, literally on me. I was changing and into what I didn’t know.

The pain faded and I found myself able to breathe again, I didn’t even realize that I had been holding my breath for all that time I was watching the surface break and splinter into what now appeared to be scales, smoothly transitioning from one to the next, no overlapping, no rough spots, no imperfections at all, perfectly round. And I could move: well, it was more like wiggling, but the muscles that had to hide underneath the layer of scales, responded in some way to my thoughts, jerking from side to side, knocking over tables and chairs and flopping on the floor. I almost liked it.

Then the pain came back, stronger, more unbearable than before as the green stuff creeped up my neck and found its way down my throat, seeping inside me like water. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t do it, I could only flop around madly, grasping at the ground under me for support, breaking the tiles with something that vaguely looked like a claw, black and dark, sharp, hard, jutting from each of my fingertips. My torso burned in pain, covered in green scales that expanded to make up for the space that was being created as I grew up and out, hurrying to cover every last inch of me. I saw my arms thicken, my waist grow out and match the wide start of the tail that had sprouted from my legs, then I felt muscle form, bone appear out of thin air on which the new muscle groups latched on. Suddenly I could move my tail at will but the pain prevented me from actually doing anything with it. I screamed for help as the last part of my head was encased in green scales and my scalp fell off, melting in a red splotchy sea of grossness, and my face elongated, engulfing what was once my nose and now two slits atop something that definitely wasn’t my face anymore. I screamed and screamed and then fainted just as a searing hot pain located in my shoulder and under my arms magnified my suffering tenfold if not even more.

Warning, system overload. Dimensional engine at 107% power emission, matrix overclocking at 102%, computer cluster is overheating. Warning. Evacuation is recommended.

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“You bloody machine locked the fucking exit! Open it! Come on!!”

The central computer had long since stopped responding to any command, spouting preprogramed messages that had no meaning at the moment and had lost their purpose in the melting heat of the engine and everything I had built. As soon as the rpms of the machine reached the hundreds of thousands, the computer cluster blew up and the lights went off one after the other in a cascade of sparks and control rods flew out of their housing sockets, lodging themselves into the wall and the glass in front of me. Then everything became white.

I wasn’t dead, probably, hopefully, I don’t know actually. How can you tell when you are dead? Is there some light I can look at? Some angel to guide me or maybe even a fire pit to aid my confusion? I asked for something, anything and I only got the cold, boring, mostly intact ceiling of the room I had fainted three times in by now. The pain was gone but something kept humming and hissing at around my ears, like a gas leak or a faint breeze, regular but so annoying I couldn’t help but raise and arm and try to find what was going on there, maybe even stop the sound altogether. My arms felt like they were moving through water, heavy, sluggish, slow to respond to my demands but ultimately I raised them and slapped them right on the left side of my head.

“Ow!”

I heard a voice, come from that side just as I felt my hands hit something hard, cold, weirdly shaped, and right on my neck, literally on my neck. Then I noticed something else: in my need to quench the source of the annoying sound, I had indeed raised my arms, only that… it wasn’t my left arm and my right arm, but rather, my… right arms?

“What?”

I raised them again and this time they responded far faster and better, placing themselves right in front of me: they were green as the green stuff that had coated me and covered in the same scales that it had broken into, each the copy of the other, one on top of the other, connecting right where my shoulder was. Moving them separately wasn’t hard, but it was weird as fuck, like being on a very strong type of drug. They did catch the other two arms that I felt move and try to slap me in the face though, perfectly catching them by the wrists: those two other… arms, were just as identical, but they were both left arms, mirrored images and seemingly not under my control at all. I felt them on my body, but I didn’t feel like I could move them at all, like they had moved on their own… or by someone else.

“Who the fuck hit me? Do you want to die?”

I turned around, or rather, turned my head around, feeling my neck stretch far more than what it should have been able to and suddenly I was met with something that also shouldn’t have been possible: perched right on my shoulder, atop a long and sinuous neck covered in the same green scales as the rest of me, there was another head that looked at me. It blinked, I blinked, we stared at each other for long eternities, searching for an answer in the other’s eyes. I looked at the end of its neck, where it connected to my shoulder and it looked at me and my body on which it was standing on. It was so much like a snake’s head, with a snout and two thin nostrils at the very tip, but it had a small series of ridges that ran from the bridge of its nose to the top of its head, smaller at first and thickening as they climbed, smooth scales adorning the entirety of it. It was so alien and yet, so familiar, but the feeling was shattered in the next moment.

“Who the fuck are you and what the hell have you done to me?” It asked me, visible and audibly pissed. “Tell me at once or I shall call security and have them kill you!”

“You go first! You’re on my fucking body! MY body!” I replied, just as pissed. Who did it think it was?

“No! This is MY lab, in MY house, and you are on MY body! So you tell Me first!” The head stared at me with an even angrier expression despite the lack of any human feature I could recognise, hissing like snake, eyes thin as a hair and, before I could realize, I did the same, hissing at it, baring… my fangs? I felt something drip inside my mouth, from what my fingers immediately found out to be a pair of fangs, nestled on the roof of my mouth, but that immediately disappeared. “Wait…” the snake head looked around, searching for something I knew wasn’t there, looking visibly confused and worried with each passing moment.

“What?”

“This is not my lab.” His arms, my arms, whomever the fuck those arms were lost their strength and dropped to the left side of my body, flopping dead. I still couldn’t move them at all. I hissed again, weirded out even more now by the impossibly inhuman behaviour and the nature of everything that was happening to me. And it, whoever it was.

“Yeah, it’s mine you idiot!” As I saw its anger subside, I also felt mine fade into a state of calmness and confusion, something that I felt didn’t really come from me. “Alright, one more time: who are you and why are you on my body?”

“I…” It opened its mouth for a moment, then closed it. “I’m Maris…” Well, that was a beginning if anything. “And this is my body!”

“No, it’s not. Why can I move my arms then?” I raised all of my arms or tried to at least. Once again I couldn’t even make the other two budge an inch, as if they really weren’t mine. I frowned, or so I thought, I imagined I didn’t have eyebrows anymore. “Try moving them.” It looked at me for about a second and then I saw and felt those arms move and level themselves to mine. “Ok, this is weird.”

“Yeah.” We moved our arms at the same time, one left going over the other like a weird drunk octopus. “So, I think I have an idea, but before I say it: what were you working on before…” it looked around. “The explosion?” I would have cocked an eyebrow if, again, I had one, but the point got across even without that. “Dude, there’s literally no reason to keep anything secret.”

“I was working on a dimensional engine.” I had barely got that sentence out of my mouth when the snake, though I was one too at this point, immediately went wide eyed and screamed loudly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I was working on the same thing!” I’m sorry what? “Oh, this is amazing! We must have activated it at the same time and both machines somehow connected to each other and went into overdrive!” I felt something like euphoria wash over me, it was weird. “I am you and you are me! Different universes but we are the same person!”

“My name’s not Maris though, I’m called Mark and I was definitely not a snake before this mess!” He, I guess I should have stopped calling it a ‘it’ as it was on my body and I wasn’t a thing, looked at me with a somewhat confused expression. “Yeah, I’m not a snake.”

“Me neither: I’m a naga, there is difference.” Was there a difference? “Wait… wait, wait… what are you? I mean, you’re telling me you are NOT a naga like me?”

“No, I don’t even know what a naga is for fuck’s sake. I’m a human, ok?” I got a little bit pissed but the only thing I got back was a blank stare. “Let me guess, you don’t know what a human is?” Maris nodded slowly. “God fucking damnit. What happened then?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious if you think about it, Mark: we both were working on the same machine at the same time and they both failed when we turned them on, something happened and… I guess our bodies combined?”

“Why the question?”

“I don’t know, I was just guessing. Do you have any other idea?” I shook my head and, with my neck being five times as long and nimble, I shook it a little too hard and ended up slamming my face on his. We both screamed together as I felt my pain and another kind of pain come from somewhere else in my body. “Sorry. I think we can say that if we get hurt, we both feel it.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” We tried to push my body (or was it our body?) up on something that we could use as support. Minutes went by, with a lot of grunting and hissing and curses, we managed to get my back on the wall. “Alright, so, what now? What do we do?”

“I don’t know. Do you?” I felt like I got a ‘why would I ask you if I had an idea?’ look back. “Ok, I think we can… go back to the engine room and see if something is left. Maybe we can find some parts or figure out why this mess happened and how do we fix this.”

“Agreed.” We both nodded and then nothing happened, nothing at all. “Something wrong?” I looked at him and then at the mass of tail and coils that we were.

“I have no idea how to move.” He gave me another weird look. “Hey, I never had a tail until now, forgive me if I don’t know how to use it.” The look transitioned to one of curiosity. “Yeah, I don’t have a tail… or I didn’t used to have one.” I sighed, slapping my arms on my face. “Can you move it?”

“I could try.” I waited and waited for long minutes and still nothing was going on. “Hey, you said this is your body, right? Well, I can’t move another person’s body.” Another pause of embarrassing silence. “Maybe you can allow me to use it?”

“How?” He shrugged, or tried to, which translated to his side jerking up and down like a dead flopping fish. Ideas, complaints, prayers, insults, everything I could think of, all crashed together in my head and made it a mess worse than what it already was, if it was even possible. Not much came as a solution until I started focusing on my body, as I was trying to find out how to do it myself and felt a presence inside me, like another brain other than my own. Maris flinched when I got close to it and then we hissed in pain and writhed on the ground in a mess of arms and tail. “Oh fuck…” When we came around I saw that *our* tail was moving in front of *us*. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but suddenly I felt like we weren’t two separate entities anymore, rather, two brains in one body. Immediately *we* rose on our coils as naturally as it could get and I felt like I had gained control of all of our arms. “Can you move the arms?” He shook his head. “Let’s just start by getting out, we’ll figure that part later.”

“Ok.”

We moved, or rather, he moved us outside the room and moved with clear purpose around the wreck that was the computer room. I didn’t know whether it was that weird connection that made him slither around with such ease or maybe his own lab was so much similar to mine and thus he knew where we had to go. The sense of surprise and shock that he had, that I felt in return, told me that it was something more like the first case rather than the second but I couldn’t be sure, I, for my part, I was too concentrated on feeling the rough and ruined floor rub against the scales our underbelly, like some kind of hard and pleasurable sandpaper. We searched around for a while in the mass of ruin that was my laboratory, finding that some things here and there were still in working order, mostly, and the workshop where I assembled everything was the most intact of the entire cellar. It was good news: from that we could start working on repairing the various systems around us.

“But it sure is peculiar. Where are the mana converters and the fuel crystals?”

“The what?”

“The converters… to transform raw mana crystals into useful fuel and energy? You don’t use those?”

“I don’t have the faintest clue about what mana even is.”

“Then, how do you power the machines?”

“Fossil fuels are extracted from underground, broken down into different classes of fluids of varying qualities and then refined, burnt as a source of kinetic energy.” The look on his face was priceless and for a moment we connected. It was involuntary, an accident of sorts, but we each saw inside the other’s mind: I saw gigantic crystalline structures that were carved and put inside large formations made out of glowing runes and converted into pure energy. I guess he saw how we did things over here. “Magic, huh? That’s neat.”

“Well… it’s nowhere near as impressive as your side’s craftsmanship. We too have something like those fuels but with mana crystals we just never had to use it, but hell… no mana, and… you did this alone?” I nodded. “Shit… I had fifty other nagas to help me set up the formations and calculate everything… you’re a genius.”

“I might also be the cause of this mess: who knows what I did wrong or programmed badly. I just… don’t know where I made a mistake.”

“It could also be my fault.” True enough. “Hey, do you hear something?” Maris turned his head towards the door that locked the cellar from the outside world and where, now that he mentioned it, I could hear some soft thumps from the other side. Then it slammed open and someone came crashing inside the room.

At first due to the dust that it kicked out I couldn’t see what who it was but once it settled we both felt out jaws drop at the same time: it was a human but… at the same time it wasn’t quite human at all. He stood up on two legs, that much was obvious, but on top of his body, rather than skin, he had a mix of scale and skin, transitioning from one to the other at the end of every limb, and behind, sprouting from where the coccyx should have been, a tail swished nervously, kicking up more dust. He wore grey cargo pants that covered most of the legs but didn’t hide the fact that they weren’t entirely like what I had and curved in a digitigrade stance that complemented the tail used for balance and to top it all, his face, though half covered in scale, was the one that I knew belonged to Eli. Memories of someone that wasn’t like the old Eli I knew but that I felt like was him, covered in scales from head to tail tip in the same yellow that now he had on his skin and a feeling of warmth and affection washed over me.

”ELI!” It was but an instant later that we realized we had yelled the same name and surprise took over but didn’t prevent Eli to run towards us and jump straight into our embrace. I lost control of two arms because of the sudden movement and made to grab him in the air, pulling him towards our chest while Maris helped to soften the impact with the remaining limbs. “Eli are you ok?” Again we talked together, perfectly timed words one after the other and yet they felt… right.

“Masters! You’re alive!” Masters? We looked at each other with confusion as Eli started sobbing and crying between the cleft of our necks. “I though you were dead! I heard the explosion and rushed to check on you but the door was stuck! Gods, I thought I’d be left alone!”

“Eli, calm down, we’re fine.”

“Really?” He lifted his face up, all teared up and we both felt something stir inside us, something that arose from deep down. God he was cute like this. Those little yellow scales of his were perfect for his green eyes, so vibrant… Maris lowered his head and licked the tears off of his face and I felt the salt on his tongue as if it had been my own.

“Really.” I spoke while his mouth was closed. “No need to worry. Why were you here? Didn’t you say you would come home next month?”

“Me? Away from my masters for so long? Never!” His expression turned a weird shade of embarrassed and angry for even suggesting such a thing could happen. “I said I was going out to get food from town but the truck had a malfunction to the converter glyphs and I was stranded in the middle of nowhere for a couple of hours.” Converter glyphs? I searched my memory for such a thing and somehow Maris felt my confusion and provided the image himself and then I knew what he was talking about but… this was my world… there wasn’t a thing as a converter, was there?

“Maris, what do you think?” We looked at each other for a second. “What if… this isn’t mine or your world but…”

“A mix of the two?” We nodded and decided to go and investigate this hypothesis immediately but we heard a soft moan come from under us: Eli was rubbing his nose on our scales, in between where our necks connected to our neck. “Eli?” He kept rubbing and taking deep breaths for a good minute and only then he raised his head to look at us, his face lost in an expression that I could only classify as lustful.

“Sorry master Maris, but I have been away so long that I can’t resist anymore.” He spoke and ended with a long and drawn out moan of such intensity I blushed under the scales. “For that hour outside I felt so lonely that I swore I wouldn’t wait a moment to come back and give myself to you masters, and… gods, I need you so bad…” We both felt the moan run throughout the entirety of us and the smell of arousal rise in the air, his arousal. I had never smelled something like it but I knew that it was the scent of a male that wanted to mate, long and hard and good and I felt his smell being overtaken by another one, deeper, muskier, stronger. Our scent. “Gods… masters please. I couldn’t take the idea of not being in your embrace when I heard the explosion and thought you had died, now that I know you are fine I cannot bear every moment I don’t feel you around me.” That scent, that tinge of arousal and lust in the air, it got more and more pronounced and strong, to the point that I felt my tongue flip out and taste the air, taste him, his lust and mine, no ours along with it. “I also couldn’t bear you not being inside me…” That sentence was laced with so much lust that we both couldn’t escape from its pull and as soon as we felt something hot and slick rub against our scales, we looked down: jutting from a tiny slit between his legs was a single tapered length, red, wet from whatever fluids it leaked, barely six inches in length, spreading a different kind of scent in the air. “Please, masters, I need it… it’s been half a day already and I feel so empty…” his clawed feet pulled up and started rubbing on a spot where once my legs connected, a small valley in the vast expanse of our tail and aimed at a very specific spot, a slit just as invisible but that under all those scents was puffy and leaking a trail of thin pre that ran over our scales. “I see that masters are eager as well. I know how much you hate to not feel my tailhole spread.”

His coy look became even more lustful, downright making us blush and try to look away as he prodded the depths of what was our nether region, our genital slit, with his tail and talons, circling around the soft scales and trying to coax whatever was inside. I *remembered* something like this happening to Maris, something about the two of them, a love shared, made out coiled tails, sweet words and long silences that were filled with moans and echoes of love. The sight of the eager half human in front of us was wildly different, so much more feral and devout in a way that I could have never imagined. We let him get down and he didn’t hesitate to level his head with our slit, licking it with his tongue, prodding at our depths pushed by sheer need and the musk in the air. It didn’t matter that the lab was ruined, the only thing in our minds was his tongue and his licks, which made us grow aroused as our sensations were intensified by the other, double the pleasure just for one tongue. With a bit of a scream on my part, our slit spread open as two large pink objects slipped free, slimy and hot, hard and yet flexible like our bodies. When I head Maris gasp in surprise, I took that he too was shocked by the sight: two pink organs, thicker than soda cans at the base, bordering a two litre bottle, tapered slightly towards two tips that swayed in the air, spreading a musk hundreds of times stronger than before, stretching the slit as more and more slipped out. At the end of those two-feet long cocks were two identical heads that we both knew weren’t natural at all: no tapered tip, no mushroom heads, but two blinking eyes perched on two snake like heads that leaked that musky pre from their gaping lips.

Eli moaned in sheer bliss as the two cockheads willingly approached him, not controlled by us but on their own, and began licking him, teasing his scales with soft flicks of their red tongues, coating his body in pre and slit fluids alike. He was in heaven by the looks of it, ever part of him under stimulation unlike any other and so were we, more alien sensations sneaked in our minds and melted every thought that wasn’t to be worshipped and loved by him or how good it would feel when we’d mate him hard and deep. Our cocks slithered around him, coiling on his arms, slickening them, going lower and lower until both were facing his own little maleness, just as throbbing with unspent need. One opened its maw and took it in, completely engulfing his cock and drinking the pre he shot out and we tasted him in our mouths, so salty and nice, but we knew he had more. Maris flexed our coils so that he’d be more comfortable as more cock slid out of our slit and aimed for his tailhole, lubing itself up with the other cock’s dribbling pre, bathing in it before pushing against the soft pucker hidden under that thick tail. We gasped and squeezed Eli together inside our coils, our cock plunging deeper inside his tail, making us taste what surely was a dozen spent loads from previous sessions, smelling his lust while the other milked his cock for everything it was worth.

Moments later, overloaded by the pleasure of it all, Elu came inside out cock, shooting volley after volley of seed within that pink maw and it drank it down without wasting one single drop and we tasted it all, every thick load of pure pleasure. We felt as the cock lodged deep inside his tailhole squirmed, hitting every right spot and making him come harder and harder, which in turn made us come inside and around him. One filled his bowels with hot seed, pushing it deeper and deeper as it slithered further along, seemingly with no end to how long this cock could grow, spunk splashing on our coils along the seed of the other one, just as messy if not more. Both cocks were with their maws open wide, spurting loads of impossible thickness and force from deep within our bowels, running through their long bodies and splattering all around and on us alike. In a sense we were at the mercy of our cocks, and they were going wild on the moaning Eli, covering him in seed as if they were trying to make him pure white.

We grabbed one base each with a pair of arms, fighting the urge to just give in and take control of those pesky lengths ourselves, rubbing on the soft scales covering them, feeling both what they were like and our hands on them at the same time. They came harder, we all came harder and blasted Eli in a wave of strengthened seed as one cock rose in the air, slithering around him and plunging inside his mouth. His throat bulged out as inches of cock slid inside and began filling his stomach from the inside, sliding ever deeper in, closer to the cock that was sliding up from the other end. His form was bloated, his gut stretched out and more still filled him up, each member making him just a tiny bit more round and happy. Eli’s loads splattered on our scales and lost themselves in the sea of seed that was the floor of the lab now. The end of our orgasm was nowhere in sight even after ten minutes straight and when at last the two snake-cocks came out from their ends, the poor half human was a mess of sloppy holes and dripping seed all over his clothes, inside and out.

For a moment there was no movement, just us taking deep breaths and our cocks leaking waves of pearl whit spunk all over themselves and us, then they started creeping towards us. We each took a head in our hands and kissed it, slathering the soft and sensitive scales with out tongues as our cocks responded in kind, kissing us back and spraying loads of our come in our mouths, so we opened them and they took the chance to slide inside. It was wild, it was wrong, we felt our throats constrict our members and the slickness of our walls around them, each scale sliding against our flesh. Our stomachs, yes, stomachs, filled up as time went on and still we kept on sucking and licking our members, made out with them, exchanged seed, kissed in a messed up foursome and coiling every last single feet of our bodies around every last limb and organ we had.

The end came god knows how long later, maybe an hour, maybe five. Eli had woken up halfway through and the four of us assaulted him at the same time, our heads kissing him as our cocks fought for the right to claim his tailhole again. The snake-cock that had not had the chance to go before had seemingly called dibs and rushed to fill him up again now that the pressure had deflated his gut, pumping in and out with powerful thrusts that had our entire bodies behind them. Eli came and came along us until we all fainted while shooting one last massive load.

Time passed weirdly when I fell asleep, it was as if I was reliving a hundred lifetimes all at the same time, over and over, repeating the same mistakes and never learning from them. Memories that weren’t mine flooded my head and confused me. Who was I? Was I a human that worked alone on a machine that would have given the world unlimited free energy or was I a young naga that had a whole equipe to work on an engine that would have powered the first ship to sail the stars? Or something else entirely? Whatever that answer was, when I woke up, I was back in that weird body of mine, and Eli was nowhere to be seen but his scent was still around us, though drowned under hundreds of gallons of seed and layers of impossibly thick musk. Maris was asleep still and so were our cocks, tucked inside our slit and leaking pre within that protective sheath. I leaned back and unconsciously moved my coils to rest on one of them.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Oh, you tell me, young man…” I jerked myself completely awake when I heard that voice that seemingly had no source and in the process, Maris’ head flopped around for about a second before he too woke up in a most uncommon way.

“What? Who…?” He blabbered as he looked around and tried to make sense of what went on before we all fainted from sheer mind fucking pleasure of what felt more like an orgy than just sex. “Who said that?”

“We did.” The voice was muffle but soon enough we knew what was the origin of it: from the depths of our genital slit, our snake-cocks poked their head out and blinked, actively looking at us from their very weird housing. “You two really did a number on us.”

“I’m sorry but what the fuck??” We didn’t mind speaking at the same time and stared at the two emerging cocks, I had to stifle a moan as their sensitive scales pressed against the harder ones of our slit. They too shivered and leaked droplets of pre onto our belly. “Who the fuck…”

“We are Makar and we were the owner of this place.”

“Were?” Maris looked at me and the back at the snakes. “Wait… are you telling us that somehow, we did cross not only one universe, but two at the same time? Like… this is neither my world nor his but… yours?”

“My, my, aren’t you a clever little naga. Yes, Maris, you’re in our world now.” We stared wide eyed at them, or was it a he? “To answer your concern Mark, we are one entity, we have always been, always will be, kind of, which I imagine is the reason I am still two after you barged into my universe.” He huffed and flicked a strand of pre on the floor. “I too had worked on the dimensional engine, but I had completed the thing decades ago and long since perfected the craft. Now I am the most powerful creature on this planet and couple bordering dimensions too.” The two cock-snakes smiled and more pre dribbled down their maws, making the musk in the air thicker still and made me want to lick it up from their mouths directly. “Please refrain from that Mark, I am talking.”

“Hold on, you can read our minds?”

“Well yes.” Only one spoke this time. “I have not always been two, just like you have lived your whole lives as single entities but, casually, when I first made my first interdimensional jump, I was kind of split into two parts. One body like yours Maris but two heads that proved to be quite a mess to use. I then learned how to manage my head better to the point that one day I started thinking with two different brains rather than one in two heads. I got pretty good at reading minds.” One smiled and the other slithered across his twin’s skin, slicking it up carefully. “Sorry, I am trying to figure out how to move around in this body.”

“Sorry but… you mentioned interdimensional travel?”

“Oh, yes, yes, I see you haven’t gotten to that part just yet. Alright, I will put it as easily as possible to make it short: the engine we all built is surely capable of providing endless energy to entire planets or even jumping across solar systems with ease but that is because it essentially warps space and harnesses it. Mark, I see from your memories that you thought it was the first case and Maris the second, but it’s actually both: it can fold space itself to power up the engine and the output is endless energy but at the same time… it can use that to cross over dimensions.” We didn’t know what to say anymore. Were we wrong? Had I been wrong this whole time? “No Mark, your idea was excellent and using gaming consoles to build the central core computer was incredible, Maris, your use of glyphs and mana was downright amazing. Unfortunately the both of you were one small part short. When you turned it on, both sides weren’t working properly, sought each other out in the multiverse and fused just like when I was split in two and since you needed a third place to land and not crash reality itself, my machine drew you in here and used my body that was already used to interdimensional travel as base for a new one.”

“We are sorry, we didn’t mean to do it.”

“Are you kidding me? I love this!” Both snake-cocks rose in the air, slither around each other madly, kissing each other and we hissed as we felt them do that. “I have never felt such pleasure in my two hundred years of life! Never. I have seen dozens of worlds, braved deep space alone and now I get to feel like what a cock is all about! It’s amazing, the feeling of being so sensitive everywhere, all the seed coursing through my bowels… I do not need to breathe and everything I do is pure pleasure for me and you…” Makar laughed loudly and smiled towards us. “I am thankful, really. Life was getting boring you know? I have done everything I could and since I have become so powerful and rich, I have been lazing around for decades. I was contemplating whether to make a trip to yet another world but just as I came in here you two just… tore my entire body apart, replaced me and half of my workshop with Mark’s own.” Oh. “Yes, the blast took your lab here alongside your body, somehow, it replaced what was here and relax, I have ten more labs across the world.”

“What about Eli? What happened to him? I have been his mate in my world for a few months but that’s nothing like my mate.” Maris looked at me, as by now he had figured out I also knew him from my world.

“My Eli, well, he’s not mine, I guess we can call him a friend that comes to my house every once in a while and drags me out of the house to drink beer and such. We aren’t that close.”

“Oh, that going to change so much for you dear! Our little Eli is a huge slut that I found years ago when I was applying for a caretaker to my house here in the countryside. He was all shy at the beginning and then he jumped on my cock when he got the chance. I made sure to make him feel nice and full every day for a while now.” We shivered when we remembered the eagerness he showed before, how soft and flexible he was. “I also think that your coming here kind of warped my universe a little: he seemed to know the two of you well and if that is the case, our sex is going to be so awesome we will never want to stop.” A wave of pleasure ran through us, all of us, making every scale feel like it could stand on end. Makar slithered out foot after foot and kissed each of us on our snouts, rubbing himself on us and making himself spurt waves of hot seed inside us as we slowly got in the mood for more sex.

“Masters!!” In that moment, El jumped in, wearing the biggest smile on that half muzzle of his. He dove and we caught him again, only to find him just as eager to please us, immediately kissing Makar and us with his tongue, still covered in spunk from head to toe. “Yesterday was incredible. It was weeks since you all fucked me so hard! Can we do it again every single day now?”

“Oh, sweetie, if we did it every day it wouldn’t be special would it?” We were once again shocked by his mad lust but Makar wasn’t, he had lived with him and made him what he was for years.

“Then we’d just need to fuck even harder then before!” His reasoning was so simple and yet so enticing but it came hard to imagine something more wild than that session, what more could be done to pleasure someone? “Please, master Makar… I know you love when you slither up my tailhole…”

“Like this?” As he said that, one snake-cock lifted him up as the other sneaked inside and made him squeal, his cock already poking out from its slit. “Do you like it, my little slut?”

“Yesssss…. Masters, please fuck me more!!” Makar flashed up a quick glance and then, in a chorus of moans from three different mouths, he shoved his other head under that very same tail, stretching the puffy hole to its limits, so wide the fleshy rim was turned paper thin and Eli shed tears of bliss, spraying wave after wave of seed on us.

Maris gave in to his lust as well and wrapped his tongue around that thin member and suckled on it, feeling the seed pool in his mouth for real this time and coaxing more from him with each bob of his head. I was left alone but there was no way I’d remain alone because in the musk of this mad orgy that was my body, it too had lost myself in our lust and kissed Eli as hard as I could. His tongue tried to wrestle with mine, lost, and gave up, merely existing as a cock sleeve for the four of us, only there to be filled and fucked over and over. Makar came inside once again, the seal that was his wide shaft proving to be ineffective as seed splashed everywhere and his heads ran through the entirety of Eli’s small body to meet my mouth. He was filled from every hole and pore, our cocks slithering throughout him and spurting seed as I made out with him. Eli howled around Makar, milking him for every last drop of our endless reserves as he unloaded his own within Maris’s maw and filled his stomach. Through Makar we could feel every inch of his well trained body squeeze, tug and pull at him, at us, every last scale immersed in a sea of old spunk and new one. I imagined the only reason why I hadn’t fainted from the insane pleasure was because two other minds were sharing it with me. Eli was squirming in our grasp as much as his small frame could, tossed around by our arms and lifted up by the snake-cocks’ sheer eagerness to bury themselves even deeper inside his tailhole. But our fun was cut short as a third person entered the laboratory: a naga, of a dirty red colour with… two plump breasts that jiggled freely in front of her chest, no bra to cover them in any way. On her lithe frame, long but small, they almost looked too big and capped with thick nubs of a dark brown.

“Eli! I heard you were hogging the masters all to yourself again! You didn’t tell us you were having fun down here with them for the past day! You told us the explosion we heard was nothing to worry about and then locked yourself in here. So it was to have fun with them all on your own!” She looked angry, through her vent, placed right where our was, leaked something flowery and delicious that I couldn’t help but smell from up close. “P-please master Mark, n-not now…”

“Hmmm, why not?” She tried to push away my head but as it was backed up by tonnes of body, she was unable to do so and shivered as my tongue lapped at her vent. “You don’t seem to mind.”

“Oh, master, I know you all love us servants, but, your lunch is ready.”

“Lunch?” Maris stopped sucking Eli’s cock and slurped lewdly the last few drops he had coaxed out of him. Our stomachs rumbled with need just as we heard that sound. “How much?”

“The usual master Maris: triple servings for everything, lamb, beef, all the things that you like. We guessed you were working on something so we didn’t bother you.” Triple servings? We looked at Makar who seemed a little taken aback but that feeling was suppressed by an ever growing lust and hunger of all types. “Shall we, masters?”

“Fine.” I took control of our body and as Maris let down Eli to shiver on the soaked floor, almost floating in a small sea of seed, I followed her, whoever she was, outside the confines of the laboratory.

Light hit my retinas and made me flinch for about a second, my eyes adjusting to the difference. Immediately we were assaulted by a host of new smells and scents, but most of all, the opulence of the place we now called mansion: gone was the small country house that I had used as base, gone was the hub in which Maris and his team worked to build the engine for his starships, gone too was the modest old country residence that Makar used. In front of us stood, magnificent and incredible, the very dream of the richest of beings in existence: pillars made of ivory held twenty feet high ceilings covered in mosaics, gold and silver plated carvings littered the walls on which paintings of alien landscapes hung heavy and dozens upon dozens of servants of all species we could think of. Nagas slithered on the warm marble floors along with giant snakes that were distant cousins with no arms, but still wearing maid outfits, lizardmen and women alike carried stuff around, thick muscled dragons on two legs of both sexes patrolled the place and every single one either had no clothes or wore something that made them look even more dashing in our eyes. Makar was particularly intrigued by the snakes and made no effort to hide it, sliding out of his slit to stare at them and make them blush in embarrassment.

They too turned to look at us when we passed by them, nostrils flaring wide with our scent, cocks and vents lubing themselves up in that few moments we were near them, ready to be used and milked. Other females that owned big breasts plumped them up for us, catching my attention most of all, which probably meant that I was the one that wanted them to do so and when some even dripped milk on carpets so expensive one could buy countries with them, I think I could have lost it. Somehow we had ended up in our personal heavens and all were mixed together in a perfect mess of scales and coils.

The dining room was huge as the rest of the mansion, maybe a tad bigger, with one table covered in food of which I couldn’t recognise even half next to a gigantic pillow that was our seat. We sat on the pillow and it sank nicely under our bulk and before we could say anything, every servant had grabbed something and stood in line, waiting but our attention was caught by a large painting of us, all four, sitting on this very same pillow, Makar outside his slit and glistening in the air as Maris and I made out. It was weird, it was narcissistic, it made me want to imitate it, so I did. I grabbed his head and pressed my lips against his and I felt pleasure wash over us like a tidal wave, over and over, Makar shivered and spat out globs of pre on the floor where an eager servant rushed to lick clean with her tongue. Long moments passed and suddenly we broke the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes. Things were different now if they hadn’t been before.

Food started coming to us, dish after dish, we ate everything they gave us, one portion each, even Makar, yes, even him. He was gobbling down his own side of the meals, opening his maws alternatively, swallowing entire chickens whole and the feeling of those delicious meals that we could taste, sliding down our cocks, splashing inside our testes and being melted down into more seed, kept Makars from softening. His scales were slick with abundant pre and seed that spilled from his open maws, his flesh, our flesh, was tense and shivering in pleasure, spreading our slit open in a pleasant way like none we had ever felt before and still he ate. Before we realized there was no more food to eat and we felt full, too full in fact, the snake-cocks were belching cum with every twist of their bodies now, covering whatever servant was around in white. That small act seemed to throw every poor person, snake or naga into a frenzy as they rubbed the spunk all over their bodies and threw themselves on each other in a mating grasp, moaning and fucking like there was no tomorrow. As we wound up from the meal, a large door to the side of the room opened and several people, normal people with normal human faces and bodies, walked in, furrowing their brows at the sight of the orgy going on between our servants though unable to hide their own interest as pants tended and got wet. The most amazing thing was that each one of the ten humans was escorted by a single female of a species and each one was exceedingly pregnant, showing a large belly full of life and we could taste it in the air, but most of all we could taste that these new lives were ours, sowed by us truly.

“Masters, your guests are here.” The most pregnant of all, a lizard lady with an obscene belly and overflowing breasts, bowed towards us, tail raised and immediately followed all the other females, spreading their arousal through the air as they did so. Makar stiffened inside the slit he had retreated into.

“Please remind me why they are here.”

“Yes, your highnesses.” Highnesses? Oh boy. “They come to ask for permission to stay in your lands and conduct business with your other subjects and in exchange they have brought gifts for you.” We looked at each other at the series of revelations that were being thrown onto us? Lands? Permissions? Gifts? Either we had become kings of something or we were dreaming, but Makar fucking himself inside his slit was no dream. Cum bubbled from the opening and dribbled down in a river of white spunk, which further drove every servant deeper in their lust, including the females already bred, who moaned and fingered themselves openly in front of us. “Will you allow them to show what they have?”

“Sure. Go ahead.” The humans bowed too this time and a moment after the same door opened again and a dozen different females and males entered the dining room: they all belonged to some scaly species and all were stunningly beautiful, every curve perfect, every breast big and soft looking and dripping cock of pair of cocks so fragrant and thick.

“They are all yours to take, my lords, they have been trained to please every being alive with the outmost care and have volunteered to become your newest stock of breeders.” Breeders? Oh god… We shivered at the idea, surely we had done that too, considering the many gravid females around us but *we* had not done so, not yet and we were so much looking forward to it.

“But… if they are volunteers…” Makar slipped out of our slit, covered in white seed and dripping more from his maws. “Doesn’t that mean that we could have taken them anyway whenever we wanted? A gift is something much different.” The musk in the air had thickened as soon as he had come out and began speaking, pushing clouds of pheromones in the air, so much that even the humans were affected.

“But we shall accept the gifts.” I spoke and Maris nodded, which brought some manner of relief to the men that wanted to be in our lands. God that was so weird to event think about… oh well. “How much have they been trained?”

“Years master Mark. They are also in heat, including the males, and they are ready to be seeded by you whenever you want, just as you did to us last month.” The female that spoke to us shivered and splattered the floor in her arousal seemingly at the mere memory of the act. Wait… even the males? Maris and I were a little taken aback and so we moved forwards so that we might smell them better and true enough, some males didn’t have cocks at all, but a nice and snug vent that had the most arousing scent while others had both parts, all of them leaking. It burned through our nostrils like wildfire and further stoked our lust, which made Makar belch out wads of cum and pre everywhere around us.

“Then we won’t waste any time. If the men want to unload their seed as well, give them a servant to tend to their needs until they leave. We will be here to welcome these breeders into our midst.” That last sentence was spoke by the three of us at the same time, bringing the volunteers to a whimpering mess at the sound of our combines voices. “You are excused.” “Or free to stay, we don’t mind.”

We all smiled and grabbed the first male and female near us, holding them in our arms far above the grounds and Makar immediately lubed them up, licking their tails until he met those heavenly folds and drank of their heat fluids. We tasted them and kissed them with all out might, feeling their bodies melt in our embrace like butter on a pan and heard their muffled screams of joy when the two arm thick cock-snakes pierced their vents and delved deeper. The snug tightness of two virgin holes wrapped around us like a vice and spurred Makar on and on, his licks so deep they breached the very entrance to their egg chambers, teasing them for what was to come. The male came immediately inside my hands, coating them in thick seed while the female convulsed around one cock and squeezed him. Their companions threw themselves on each other in the musky air as the gravid females had the priority on us at the moment, their hands stroking the base of the two squirming shafts and prodding with their tongues and muzzles at the soft flesh of our slit. It didn’t take long for Makar to enter their chambers and start unloading wads of fertile spunk so deep we felt each of the spurts within the two small bodies and the eggs take root in the recesses of their wombs as more were taken and bred. Seed splattered around us and was rubbed into our scales as a weird lotion, slicking us up more with the fluids of every female or male herm that rubbed their vents on our tail.

The humans had long since left and we could bet that they were fucking wildly the first hole they had been presented with, as our scent wasn’t something they could shake off easily. But that didn’t matter: after filling the two chambers to the point they resembled the already pregnant females, we placed them on the floor where some of the servants that had been spent into the orgy came and led them out of the dining room, their cocks still hard and their holes still dripping with another reptile’s spunk. Two more females took the place on Makar’s shaft and squealed in pleasure immediately, tightening their grip on his body and scales, but the sheer wetness of their vents made all the efforts to clamp down futile and he slid in and out of their bodies so easily it was maddening. The air in the room was so dense with musk and heat pheromones we could see the cloud we exhaled, that we breathed on every single reptile and brought to climax just with that. The more chambers we bred, the more our musk strengthened and the more we came inside: at first each of the willing cock-sleeves was filled up with five or six eggs, but then we started feeling that more were being seeded, ten and then fifteen. Our entire body was on fire and we felt like we could keep going for days under this cloud of lust and love. But we couldn’t go on: three hours after the beginning of the orgy, every single one of our servants and gifts was bred to fullness, heavy with eggs and fainted on the floor in a squirming mass of coils and scales and cocks. And yet we weren’t done.

“I think… we should go and breed some more…” Maris kissed me deeply and we shared the seed of four different snakes that had been sucked dry by the eager naga.

“But we cannot fuck every single of our servants… full of eggs… we need them to clean…” I could already imagine how long it would take for them to fix this mess. “I think… with all these pheromones… and all these eggs… we’re in rut now… I mean…” I knew by their memories what the mating season felt like, the heat, the need to mate till you collapsed and this was far more intense.

“We’ll go in town and see what happens there.” Makar slipped out of the last cock-sleeve after belching out a few more gallons, utterly soaked in seed and juices from more than a dozen beings that he had penetrated. “I think that they won’t complain at all…”

“Yeah…”

We all started slithering towards the exit, ignoring all the begging servants that asked for their share of cock and rushed outside the gates of the mansion so fast we couldn’t see the landscape around us, only what was in front. It took us two endless minutes to get to the city under our home: it was a place that teemed with life, hundreds of species of all kinds moved abut, all but a minority in the vast reptilian population but all saw us slither towards them and they smelled us. The wind carried our scent faster than we could move and already there was a small crowd of naked snakes, each one just as long as we were, rushing to meet us. They weren’t nagas but like the giant snakes that served us, long and thick and eager to be mated. They coiled around our tail with their entire bodies, their vents and cocks, some of which just shy of Makar’s length, rubbed around, one even daring to poke at our own tailhole but backing off due to the pressure of other snakes. We didn’t even have to search for a mate, they threw themselves on us and drank of our musk like dying men in the desert, burying muzzles right where it was stronger and huffing it as if it was a drug.

Around the fifth hour since the start of the breeding banquet, we felt something different rise from the depths of our coils, together with the waves of cum Makar was spewing in every willing hole and around them. It was something hard and smooth, bulging his form out and pushed by other waves of spunk and that something was deposited inside the bowels of a male feral dragon that was just now dragged in by the mating mass of snakes. His tailhole spread obscenely as an egg the size of a human child was pushed inside him, already seeded and ready to be incubated.

“Are you happy little dragon? You and the ones after you will be the incubators for our young in a very… different way.”

“Y-yes… masters… I am… ssssso happy.” He screamed as a second egg from the other snake-cock was pushed even deeper, making his gut stand out much more than every other we had filled up until now.

“Good… come for us then.” We felt his cock spurt weakly in the grip of our coils as Makar slipped out of his tailhole and hissed in pleasure, bathed in the aftermath of our most recent discovery. “Do you think you have some more inside?”

“Of course…” in that moment he smiled and his body constricted with the signs of another egg on the way up from our testes, pushing another wave of even thicker seed out of his maw.

Time passed and we lost ourselves in the rut, when we came to our senses again, we were hundreds of feet away from the entrance of the city and had left a trail of crushed cars and soaked bodies behind. The grates struggled to drain all of the seed wasted on the streets, letting it pool around the hundreds of shivering bodies we had mated up until that point. We slumped on the side of that street, spent, tired, aching in every bundle of muscle. Makar had retreated inside the slit for the time being and we could barely move as we were.

“Fuck.”

“That was amazing.”

“Shall we do it again tomorrow?”