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Singularity. Or: Near a Black Hole space bends so far it gets kinks.

How can being on a research station orbiting impossibly close to a black hole be so relentlessly boring! Nothing interesting has happened here for four months.

Perhaps you’ve been stuck Earth-side in one of those technophobic cults for the past couple of centuries - let me bring you up to speed. The AIs won, we lost. It wasn’t a war. They just out-smugged us. Those serene bastards went out into the universe and did all the things we mere mortal bags of flesh could never do because of our fragile biology.

We were kept around because the AIs liked the ‘insights’ we could give them into mortality and needing to take a crap every day.

Smug bastards.

So I signed up for a six month (Earth time, for you Neanderthals) stint at one of the extreme research stations orbiting a novel black hole. With the signing of the Human AI Mutuality Agreement of 2154 humans were permitted to assist on the AI-owned research stations throughout the galaxy. Few of us bothered unless we were looking for something different to break us out of the ennui of unconstrained entertainment.

See, when you have sources of unlimited power, sub-molecular fabricators, and super-intelligent overlords, there’s nothing you can imagine that you cant do. For free. Any time you want. It gets a bit tedious.

Some flesh-bags go in search of edges – some way to shake us up and make us feel as though we’re still alive. For me, several months orbiting absurdly close to edge of reality where real danger was ever-present sounded like a great holiday.

A friend of mine recommended this station. During a catastrophic turbulent gravitation event he’d witnessed the entire span of time between the big bang and this moment. He was so profoundly affected he went off and became a monk. Or monkey. Or something. Anyway he convinced the controlling AI that in order to recover effectively the AI should subscribe my friend to regular fruit deliveries. Honestly I think he just did it so he could say the station sent him bananas.

He really did become a monkey too. One of the wonders of The Age Of Everything is bio-engineering. Be what you want to be. Shape your fragile flesh like clay in the hands of a master sculptor. Want to be ten feet tall with four heads and leathery wings? Go for it. Want to be the Seven-Cocked, Four-Breasted Hyper-Cow you always felt you were? Step right up!

For my holiday extreme I went practically conservative with a blended canine/human mix. The chunkiness of a Rottweiler was aesthetically pleasing to me. But I wanted to be bipedal and have hands. Say what you will, paws aren’t good for picking your nose. If you picture a classic Rottweiler dog standing upright on his hind legs, with a torso broadened to accommodate wider hips and chest, legs strengthened for being bipedal, and almost-human arms and hands you probably have a good idea of the flesh I was wearing. My body was fabricated to approximately human-sized (180cm tall) to comply with the station’s human-sized lodgings. The tail was just a stub. Obviously I kept canine reproductive anatomy – human cock and balls just look so wrong on a dog.

It would be fun!

Oh Lords of Lemon Slice Nebula was I wrong. I was bored. This place was duller than Deimos.

The accommodation was comfortable. The augmented view was mind-bending… for a while (no windows, I’m afraid). But then it was just dull. The same view could be watched from any viewpoint in the galaxy.

The station hummed quietly with hidden machinery. Occasionally there was a distant ‘groan’ of strained pseudo-matter panels as a gravitational fluctuation stressed the local space of the station.

Even knowing space a few metres away was bent into horrible tortured death – unimaginable forces kept at metaphorical arm’s length merely by the technological magic of the station’s AI - I was unimpressed. Honestly I could have had exactly the same experience sitting naked in a seedy hotel on Mars. Instead I was sitting naked in a comfortable singularity research station alone.

The next window for TransLoc out of here was still two months away. You don’t want to mess with safe TransLoc windows close to an infinite gravity-well.

I called the AI of the station ‘Fred’ because I couldn’t think of a duller name. The AI referred to itself as a Mind Work. Pretentious wanker. In conversation Fred almost always seemed as though it was trying to avoid appearing condescending to me.

After four months alone on the station I think I’d watched every piece of Virtual Reality porn on the Outernet. Look, when you’re alone with a tedious Science AI for company you tend toward self-pleasure in strange ways. Sexuality becomes less about “I’m attracted to men” and more about “This combination of dangly and wobbly bits makes my dangly and wobbly bits tingly.” There are still enclaves of ‘traditionalists’ who keep defined genders and relationships. But I swear the AIs keep them around to laugh at them while trying to work out what makes someone voluntarily be so unimaginative.

A spacious recreation area had been engineered on the station for human-variant biologicals such as myself to express ourselves physically if we were so inclined. There were stress-fields for physical workouts and sensory immersion fields for mental workouts. And the station provided decent open space just to walk around while going slowly mad from the endless, uninterrupted routine of the station being a station.

So I was bored and horny. I just wanted another bit of warm flesh other than my hand around my cock. But I knew my hand was all the action I’d be getting for another two months.

When the creature appeared in the middle of the recreation area I thought one of the VR projectors had malfunctioned.

The creature was poorly-defined – as though it wasn’t quite real, or not quite ‘here’. Its dimensionality wasn’t quite right. Sometimes it was three dimensional but sometimes it looked more like a bad 2D movie; flickering and ragged around the edges, popping in and out of focus.

No alerts were sounding and I couldn’t bring myself to engage ‘Fred’ about what was probably just a glitch in a VR generator. Nevertheless I was still cautious when I approached the apparition. This was, after all, the only interesting thing to have happened on the station in four months.

The apparition was about half my size, and quadrupedal, I think; somewhat canine in form. And it most definitely was male. I was approaching him from behind. No… he wasn’t quadruped after all – he was on hands and knees. For a moment his rear half was almost clearly visible. And what was clearly visible was a large canine cock hanging fully engorged out of his sheath, squirting semen onto the floor. Briefly I could see the dog’s butt-hole clenching rhythmically as his canine balls bounced in time to the squirts of dog cum.

I mentioned before, but I’ll say it again: I was bored and horny as fuck. An obviously sexually engaged canine had (mostly) materialized in front of me. I wondered what that clenching butt-hole would feel like around my cock. The whole thing was probably just a VR glitch but it might be substantial enough to warm my cock.

The creature’s head was lowered toward the floor – it was obviously in the throes of an extended orgasm. But then he raised his head and appeared to be looking up and side-to-side in confusion. As I was behind him he hadn’t yet noticed me. So when I knelt behind him and grabbed his hips the canine was suddenly startled. He tried to scrabble forward but I was much bigger and stronger and he wasn’t going anywhere.

He felt real even if he didn’t quite visually look all here – like a glitchy Virtual Reality set where the visuals are broken but the other sensory inputs are working fine. And he couldn’t quite seem to gain any traction on the decking – his struggles to escape were completely ineffectual. And perfectly silent.

While my unexpected companion futilely wriggles in my grasp I’m going to take a moment to talk about how dogs fuck. Dogs have a bone in their penis which keeps it rigid while it’s not aroused. Obviously they don’t have hands to guide their cock. When they hunch their hips forward their penis slides out of its protective sheath. The tip of their penis spears into a bitch’s vagina, driven forward and kept rigid by the penis bone. Slickness from the sheath as well as a generous squirt of pre-semen lubricates the penis as is slides in to that warm and inviting hole.

Of course in this case the warm and inviting hole was the butt-hole of the squirming male canine beneath me.

I’ve always been a ‘top’ – always enjoyed having flesh wrapped around my cock (or variations thereof) during sex, rather than ever taking someone else’s flesh. Somehow having someone else’s flesh inside me has always seemed unhygienic. I’m happy to use someone else’s flesh for my sexual release. But, you know, I get to fuck while you get fucked.

If there had been any sound to this glitchy apparition, it would probably have been a scream. Because I can tell you that hole was tight. I grunted as I pushed my cock full-length into his butt until my balls slapped against his scrotum. There was fresh warm meat around my cock for the first time in months and I was going to savour it. I moved one hand from his hips to the back of his canine head to push him down to the deck-plate. This wriggly little dog wasn’t going to escape until I was done.

But I was kind enough to move my other hand around under his hips so I could squeeze his still-hard canine cock. That’s what I love about the canines: even without engineered sexual enhancements they stay hard and cumming for 20 minutes or more. His knot throbbed in my fist and dog cum splashed onto the floor. At the same time his butt-hole clenched tightly around my rapidly swelling cock.

Dogs fuck like jack-hammers. And I was mostly dog. So I humped my hips and slammed my cock back and forth into his butt. Lordy, that boy was tight. My cock was growing to its full length and girth. To be fair… I hadn’t over-enhanced my penis size much at all. It was quite proportional for a dog-cock on a human-sized canine hybrid. At full engorgement the main shaft was probably thinner than your wrist and my canine knot was probably no bigger than your fist. It looked fantastic in the mirror when I was jerking off and didn’t seem overly large.

Mind you, the canine beneath me was quite a bit smaller than I was. And I’d say he could definitely feel my knot growing in his bowels. His struggles were getting quite frantic. But my grip around his waist was unyielding and my other hand pushing his head down was keeping him mostly in place. His butt was making satisfying wet, squelchy sounds as I pounded him. Warm, silky walls of his rectum stroked the length of my cock. My balls slapped into his scrotum. I was getting close to cumming and damned if I was letting him get away until I was done!

Honestly, his flesh was tight as a vice around my knot - I was stuck fast in his butt. The familiar tingle of orgasm was building in my balls and stomach. With both hands on his hips I pulled him back forcefully to lodge my knot as deeply inside him as possible while I threw my head back in ecstasy.

With a deep grunt I gasped as orgasm consumed me. My cock throbbed and squirted. His tight hole was stretched more tautly and my cum flooded into him. Canine orgasms just go on and on in eddies and flurries of pleasure. Really, they’re more intense than you can imagine. For the first ten minutes I hauled back on his hips so my pulsing cock was pushed as deep as possible. I filled him with cum.

And then I fell forward to kneel overtop him on all fours. I no longer needed to hold the smaller canine beneath me because his butt was locked tightly around the knot deep inside him. I lowered my head until my muzzle touched the back of his neck. Drool ran unnoticed from my maw.

The more he struggled, the more his butt tugged against my engorged knot, the more it stimulated me into another wave of orgasm. Having someone pull against your swollen canine knot stimulates you deep in your own pelvis, from your prostate to the tip of your cock. I was floating in wave after wave of pleasure.

Either through some Herculean effort which must have left his butt-hole ragged, or by some fortuitous glitch in his reality, my canine victim managed to expel my knot from his butt-hole. I’d say it was considerable pain and effort because he threw his head back in a silent scream. Then he crawled forward and away from me toward the wall.

The sudden release of my cock from his bowels was such a change in stimulation that for a while I was once again lost in my own orgasm. The creature could go – I’d used it for my own pleasure and I no longer needed it. Well… until I was next horny.

My overstimulated cock bounced in the air and squirted semen onto the decking to mix in the puddle of my victim’s. Through the haze of another wave of bliss I vaguely watched as the canine apparition reached up and slapped the wall. And then the creature vanished.

Oh well… it had been fun. And I was still basking in my extended canine orgasm. So I lowered my head and drooled on the floor, oblivious to the way the universe suddenly deformed around me.

Unfortunately I couldn’t remain in ignorant bliss.

A klaxon alarm began to blare and the Fred-AI was trying to announce something important: “Warn-warn-warning! Major ti-ti-… spa-spa-spa… <screeooop! Pop>”

I blearily raised my head. Nothing seemed to make sense. The lighting in the recreation area was odd. The room seemed distorted around me as though distances had doubled. The floor beneath me had become tenuous and uncertain.

Behind me there was a monster. It was huge – at least twice my size. In the same manner as the smaller creature from earlier this monster was poorly-defined – flickering and blurred. The beast grabbed my hips in giant paws. I desperately tried to crawl away but my hands and knees slipped in the puddle of dog-semen. I scrabbled for purchase against a floor that was somehow insubstantial.

A lance of white fire speared my arsehole. It was so shocking and so unexpected for a moment I couldn’t understand what was happening. The monster was raping me. And it hurt! I screamed out in pain and humiliation. But even as I struggled that monstrous penis violated me deeply. My faced was mashed against the decking by one of its giant fists while the other reached around my hips and groped my still-hard canine penis.

Despite the pain, and even though I was panicked, the way the monster’s fist wrapped expertly around my canine knot and tugged my cock gave me an unexpected surge of sexual pleasure. My cock betrayed me and squirted a jet or two of cum onto the floor. The jolt of stimulation made my butt-hole clench against the invading length of the monster.

With my head pushed against the floor I could look back beneath my abdomen and see the huge fist milking my cock. Balls larger than a bull’s scrotum smacked into my own testicles when the creature hilted his cock in my virgin butt.

His penis was huge. Monstrous. It stretched me. And it stretched me more until it was pain. And then it stretched me even more. While that cock was stretching me, it was hammering in and out of my butt. Each momentary release as it drew back was replaced with even more pain as it drove forward, ever larger.

Yet my own body kept betraying me. The monster’s cock pressed into my prostate while his fist tugged on my canine knot. I shuddered in a strangely harsh orgasm, over-stimulated by the involuntary milking. I could only stare at my angry red dog cock while it sprayed more cum at my face.

With a dawning horror I realized the pain and full feeling in my butt had changed. Dear Bosons, the monster had a knot like a dog’s and it was going to tie with my butt. If the shaft of the cock was massive enough to almost split me asunder what would a giant’s knot do to this flesh? I redoubled my struggles, now fearing I could die – split in twain by a grapefruit-sized knot.

The pain was deep inside me - intimate and profound. My flesh seemed to be tight as a drum skin around a cock that was just using me as a warm hole.

Then the cum started to flood into my depths. ‘Flood’ is the right word – the pulsing of the cock stretched me each time and I could clearly feel a firehose of semen filling my intestines. Hot liquid poured into me. The monster used both his hands to haul my hips backward, pushing his cock to unimaginable depths inside me. I could feel his knot repeatedly stretch me to within a hair of breaking before another torrent of liquid inflated my intestines.

It seemed an eternity of humiliation but eventually the monster fell forward overtop me. Honestly by this stage I was fading in and out of consciousness. The only thing stopping me falling flat was the cock tied into my butt suspending my hips. At some point my own penis had softened and slipped back into my sheath. My own pleasure was long passed – now I was merely a warm tube of flesh for the monster above me to use and discard. He was drooling on my neck.

“Warn-warn-warning! Major ti-ti-time and spa-spa-space disruption!” Fred’s voice was at once emotionless and urgent. “Automatic recovery timebase comp-comp-compromised! P-P-Please immediately… <screeeooop!> <blivvit>”

At that moment the station, the monster, the pain vanished and I was staring into the black void of a naked singularity. Except, of course, I wasn’t. Because otherwise I wouldn’t be narrating this story right now! But there was a glitch – a slight softening of reality. And maybe – just maybe – I could escape this vile monster.

I drew my legs forward and braced my feet against the monster’s knees. Simultaneously I pulled on his arms either side of my head. I drew a deep breath and squeezed out with my bowels. Despite a moderate softening of the huge mass inside me, I felt as though I was trying to dump out a basketball. My arsehole must have obscenely stretched before ejecting the mammoth knot with an audible ‘splat’. I shrieked, although the pain was less than it should have been. For a transient moment the monster’s reality had become less.

Semen ran in a deluge from my gaping butthole to puddle around me. Above me the giant cock jumped free in the air to squirt a fire-hose of semen over my back.

Fred’s emotionless voice seemed panicked. “P-P-Please immediately activate manual o-o-override for e-e-emergency gravitational shielding!” A red light was blinking near a switch on the wall.

The floor was slippery and I was weary with exhaustion. I could only crawl by inches to the wall seemingly farther than I remembered. Each moment I was fearing the monster behind me would grab my ankle and haul me back to be used again.

An eternity later I reached the wall to use its comforting solidity to raise myself. The emergency override switch was higher up the wall than it should have been. I swung my arm up and slapped the switch.

Reality lurched in a dizzying way. I slumped against the wall naked, tired, with semen flowing freely from my gaping butthole. I watched time and space re-assert the correct, generally-accepted order and dimensionality.

My rapist doppelganger was on all fours in the middle of the room in a puddle of dog-cum. He was lost in his extended orgasm – still squirted his semen onto the floor. Space dimensionality was restored. The monster seemed to be shrinking and becoming transparent. As he was fading out I glimpsed another doppelganger Rottweiler appear behind him. My rapist monster was shortly going to be surprised in another timeline somewhere.

He probably deserved it.