Augmentation
#3 of Fae's Flash Fiction
And here we are yet again, with another instalment of my Flash Fiction series! These little stories don't take long to write, and are a way for me to just cut loose and relax with my writing for a little while. This is a rare case, a follow-on from what seems to be a crowd favourite, Compatibility! It also ran a little longer, heh... hope you enjoy!
- Faoric Unit 4629
Fae's (Semi-) Flash Fiction - Augmentation
Yes. It was a simple word for most people on the planet the fox had originally come from. It was also a word that could be perhaps given hastily, depending on what one was agreeing to. Answering 'yes' when offered questionably old pâté was probably one of those things. Answering 'yes' when an automated alien starship asks you if you want to be taken away from your home to have your cock milked as often as you stand? He still wasn't quite so sure about that one.
It wasn't that Automated Unit 492 had been unreasonable with him. On the contrary, the starship's computer had been very forthcoming with him. It had administered additional tests once it had entered 'superluminal transit' - a process of faster-than-light travel that left the fox briefly feeling as though he had been turned inside out - and explained to him much about the Kisthari.
As he sat on a cushion in the middle of a small, metal room, he waited for the ship to get back to him. There was a problem, it had said, in his biological makeup. It had also told him not to worry, that a solution was being devised, and that he would be free to choose his course of action as he saw fit. Considering the Organic Collection Organism he'd been subjected to earlier (and a couple times since), the vulpine didn't think it would be too much of a problem.
A corner of the room crackled for a moment, before that familiar, feminine, mechanical voice clicked to life. "Announcement: tests completed," it said, as the fox looked up. "Report: subject designated Vulpine is approximately 99.79560372018545449 per cent compatible with Kistari biology. This fits within the required 0.4 per cent margin for perpetuation of Kisthari genetics."
"So... this is good, right?" the fox asked tentatively.
"Answer: correct. Complication: seminal fluid of subject designated Vulpine is compatible with Kistari biology, but the delivery system of subject designated Vulpine is inadequate."
At that, the fox blinked and frowned. "What? What's wrong with my 'delivery system'?"
The machine obviously didn't understand the implication. "Answer: size of sexual organ and volume of core DNA delivery insufficient to assure successful genetic transfer. All simulations predict failure of genetic perpetuation through use of subject designated Vulpine." There was a brief pause, and a few more clicks. "Solution: genetic augmentation could ensure successful propagation of genetic material. Subject designated Vulpine is required to consent to biological modification prior to commencement of procedure."
Again, the fox blinked. He looked around the room; the walls, floor and ceiling were all made of the same featureless gray metal that all the ship's corridors were. Even the cushion he sat on was a bland white. There was nothing else in the room. "What kind of modifications are we talking about?" he asked.
The response was prompt. "Answer: increased size of sexual organs. Augmented cardiovascular system to handle additional strains. Enhanced pulmonary system. Increased muscle density. Increased overall body size to compensate. Increased volume and frequency of seminal fluid ejaculation. Increased sensitivity to natively-designated pleasure stimulus. Increased sensory acuity. Maximized efficiency of immune system. Genetic augmentations will further bring subject designated Vulpine in line with Kisthari biology by 0.16302 per cent. Query: does this unit have permission to proceed with genetic augmentation of subject designated Vulpine?"
Yes. It was such a simple word, and easily given in haste. But everything that the Automated Unit had suggested seemed to be massive improvements. Even as he mused on the hastiness of his response, the fox replied with a curt, "Yes."
"Automated response: thank you. Please remain still while Biological Augmentation Systems come online. The Genetic Augmentation System is keyed to the Mechanical Collection System, and will collect fresh samples of core DNA for further study. Again, this unit cautions you to please remain as still as possible." There was one more click, and the voice fell silent again.
It started as a faint whir. The fox looked around himself even as he stayed firmly planted atop the cushion. Panels slid away from the walls and the floor as he watched, and mechanical arms hummed as they reached towards him. He panicked for a moment before he remembered the Automated Unit's warnings, and that it had yet to hurt him. It was little comfort for the fox, as his eyes flicked back and forth between the metal limbs.
A couple reached for his legs, while two more gripped at his arms. His wrists and legs were surprisingly gently enclosed in metal bands, and he leaned back as the machines began to lift him up from the cushion to suspend him in the air. He blinked as, from around the light above him, a fresh pair of metal lengths descended. Between them was tightly gripped a vial of violet material, about as long and thick as the fox's fully-aroused malehood. The viscous matter within it seemed to glow from within, and it shimmered as it caught the fox's eye.
He watched as the material was drained from the vial, and for a brief moment he wondered where it had gone. Then he heard the click of the Automated Unit coming back online again, and found himself answered. "Warning: subject designated Vulpine has no viable external delivery system for genetic augmentation serum. This unit is equipped to inject genetic augmentation serum, but not without prior warning of potential for stimulation correlating with native designations of pain. Pain will be quickly nullified by this unit upon administering the genetic augmentation serum. Does this unit have permission to proceed?"
A needle? The machine was worried about a needle? "Yes," he replied after a moment.
It wasn't so much a needle as two sharp jabs into the fox's wrists. He cried out with the pain, the 'injections' being made through something thicker than a normal needle right into his veins. He grunted as he felt the contents of that vial pumped through the arms of the machines and right into his body, but his wince only lasted a few moments before, as promised, the pain began to fade. Something in the grip on his wrists must have done something.
He took a few long, deep breaths as the floor beneath him shifted. The cushion vanished into darkness as the floor's panels slid away, leaving a seemingly empty drop beneath him. From that darkness rose something that looked suspiciously to the fox like a dentist's chair, and he looked back over his shoulder as it lifted into place and came to rest against his back.
The fox opened his muzzle to ask about it, but all that came out was a ragged moan as sudden pleasure washed over his body. He lay his head against the chair as he arched his back, and his malehood very quickly slid free of his sheath. His body tensed and his back arched as another wave of pleasure radiated outward from his shaft, and that length of flesh throbbed hard as it grew out of his sheath.
And then it continued to grow. The fox opened his eyes as he felt himself emerging further from his sheath than he had ever felt before. His entirely modest five and a half inches were still growing. He hit six inches quickly, then seven. Every couple of seconds, a new rush of pleasure would shoot through his body, and steal a fresh moan from the fox's muzzle.
As his shaft grew, so too did what hung beneath them. His orbs swelled in concert, growing slowly larger with each breath he took. The serum injected into his veins worked fast, and his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he simply let the waves of feeling wash over him. His length twitched in the open air as a little trickle of pre began to drool from his tip, and it ran down along his shaft as he shuddered and moaned quietly.
He felt his malehood stop growing a few moments later, but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. A fresh change swept through him, and the fox clenched his jaw shut tightly as every muscle in his body tensed. He felt the bonds around his wrists and ankles grow tighter for a moment as he groaned, but the machine seemed to notice as well. It slackened its grip on him as he felt his back and legs slide against the chair, and it took the fox a moment to realize that it wasn't just his cock that was growing anymore.
His whole body tingled as he grew taller, broader. His shaft continued to grow, in time with the rest of his body now, but always considerably larger than what he'd expect from his size. The fox began to pant, and his shaft throbbed heavily as his body was pulled and stretched this way and that by the effects of the transformative serum.
When the Automated Unit said his senses would be sharper, it hadn't been kidding... if indeed the machine could joke. He could hear himself that much better, as subtle whimpers and groans entered his panting. The smell of his arousal flared into his mind as he breathed in deep through his nose for a moment, the scent heady and stronger than anything he'd ever detected from himself before. And the tingles grew stronger as he continued to grow in all areas, increasing the intensity of the spikes of pleasure running through him.
"Announcement: genetic augmentation almost complete," came the voice of the ship around the fox. "Collection systems: activating."
No sooner had it been announced than the chair beneath the fox started to get to work. He felt himself tugged into position, pushed down into the chair firmly but gently as panels slid away. Beneath him and in the chair, he felt something warm and smooth rub up against the base of his tail. At the same time, a glass-looking cylinder attached to a mechanical arm emerged from between his legs, beneath the chair. Both rose together, and the fox's eyes widened as he felt his sensitive body react to that smooth object press down and under his tail.
A short spurt of his pre all but jumped from his tip, and it splattered against the outside of the glass cylinder as it manoeuvred towards his doubled-in-size malehood. He felt his tailhole spread quickly and easily by the object beneath him, and his legs twitched apart as the penetration was met with a new wave of pleasure. He clenched down around it but it just kept coming, and it slid up just a little further inside him as his growth continued onward.
Then the cylinder's open base slid down over the tip of the fox's shaft, and he found himself in a whole other world of pleasure. Though it appeared empty, the cylinder was filled with something. Whatever it was, it had simply a perfect texture and tightness and even heat to it, and it rippled around that canine shaft as the fox humped up eagerly to sheath himself inside it. He moaned aloud again as it pressed all the way down to the top of his forming knot, though it refused to go any lower.
"Genetic augmentation: complete," announced the Automated Unit, as the cylinder began to pump smoothly up and down along the fox's malehood. At exactly the same time, the fox felt the object under him shifting, and it angled up inside him to place pressure directly on his prostate. He couldn't help but moan as it began to grind against that little spot, the computer's announcement of, "Collection: commencing," lost to him.
Though the fox would have been happy to simply lay there for a good long while with the machine working along him, it was evidently not in the interests of the Automated Unit to keep him there for too long. The tube wrapped around his malehood, pumping so deliciously up and down along his full length, would have been enough to set him off on its own. The way that smooth shaft buried in his backside pressed and rubbed over his prostate just ensured he'd hit his peak sooner.
It was the combination of the two that did it, though the cylinder pressed down faster and harder over his shaft as the fox's panting reached a fever pitch. He moaned and growled in pleasure as the machine simulated someone bucking down over him, and the sources of pleasure from all over his augmented body were too much to take. And then the cylinder pressed down and expanded around his considerably-larger knot, and one little clench around that girth tipped him right over.
He howled, and the sound bounced off the metal walls as he arched his back from the chair. His whole body jerked and twitched as his shaft pulsed harder than he'd ever felt before, and a massive volume of his seed began to pump up and into the transparent cylinder. He felt it leave him but not flow back around his malehood, every inch of his sensitive flesh throbbing as he unloaded his newly-improved balls into the machine so diligently catching every last drop. If he were able to open his eyes through the pleasure, e'd be able to see the thick, white fluid for a brief moment. Then it was all pulled up through the transparent cylinder, as he replaced each taken pulse with a new shot after shot up into the machine before it vanished.
The fox's orgasm lasted longer than he'd ever thought possible, almost hitting a full minute in length as he unloaded himself completely up and into the machine. When finally the waves of pleasure began to fade and his body settled once more against the chair with a groan, he felt both instruments begin to withdraw from him. There was a momentary tingle that ran through him as both his backside and malehood were freed from their respective machines, before he sighed quietly and leaned back against the chair.
It wasn't a few moments later that he heard the familiar click of the Automated Unit's voice come back. "Analysis: complete," it announced, as the fox lazily opened one eye. "Conclusion: genetic augmentation is complete. Subject designated Vulpine has been successfully altered to better conform to Kisthari mating requirements." There were another couple clicks. "Anomaly: traces of augmentation serum detected in core DNA sample. Solution: subject designated Vulpine must produce sufficient quantities of seminal fluid in order to flush the remaining serum from his body. Does this unit have permission to proceed with further collection operations?"
Yes. It might have been a simple word, and sure, it may have been given in haste more than a few times in the fox's own life. But even as the words of the Automated Unit sank in and his spent shaft throbbed with renewed interest, he knew he could only smile and offer a single reply.
"Yes."
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