A Birthday Celebration
It was November 28th, 2525, my birthday. My consciousness was five-hundred-forty-four years old. My physical body turned twenty-eight. I almost always requested that the lab which created my bodies start them on my birthday. During my second life, the dates were six months apart and I never knew which birthday should take precedence. The birthday of my consciousness was more important to me, but for the sake of my physical age, the birthday of my body was more important. In order to avoid confusion, I tried to always make sure the dates were the same, or very close together.
I was dressed in nothing but a shimmery silver jockstrap, which was an early gift from Lac. I had an elastic band around my balls and a pair of suction cups on my nipples. The suction cups were a recent addition to my kink routine. My pink nipples were very sensitive, but Lac complained they weren’t long enough for him to chew on. I bought the suction cups from the same sex toy and novelty shop which had helped me to outfit the playpen. I’d been pumping my tits in secret for a while. Lac didn’t know what I was doing, but he’d already noticed the results. The amount of appreciation he lavished on my new, more prominent nipples reinforced my efforts.
I descended the steps from my master suite where I’d cleaned out and changed. I entered the kitchen and heard two distinct sounds. The first was a duet of deep, guttural moans from a pair of bears who had obviously started without me. Those sounds were muffled by the closed door between the kitchen and the playpen. The other sound was the high-pitched whine of Sam Cooke. He pawed at the door to be let inside. The animal sounds from within made him nervous.
I patted his head and scratched his floppy ears. “Don’t worry, Sam. It’s just Daddy Lacas. I promise he’s fine. Actually, I promise he’s much more than fine. As much as he loves you, now is not the time for you to visit him.”
Sam yipped. He stood on his hind legs and put his front paws on my shoulders. For once, he didn’t lick my face. I ruffled his furry snout and linked my implant with his to convey messages of love. Sam sent similar emotions back to me. He was happy with his life and content to feel my love and appreciation. I stepped into his body and wrapped him in a hug. His front paws dangled over my shoulders and his big head bobbed next to mine. I danced around and sang Motown to him. “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in.” I whistled the rest of the Fifth Dimension hit so I wouldn’t violate any copyright laws and did a little two-step around the kitchen with my dog.
Sam made grumbly sounds in his throat while his implant conveyed that he loved me even though he thought my behavior wasn’t appropriate for a pack leader and an alpha. I hugged him once more and rubbed my hands up and down his body. I stepped out of our embrace and helped him back onto all four of his feet. I scrubbed my hands up and down his face. “You’re daddy’s good boy, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”
Sam barked in confirmation. I used my implant to convey my love for the big, silly dog and my need of a couple hours of privacy. Sam yipped and padded toward the living room where I was certain he’d take up residence on the couch.
I made a quick detour to the sink where I washed my hands and both my arms. I loved Sam, but he was a dog, and he tended to roll in questionable things. I didn’t want to risk conveying one of those things to the sensitive inner regions of one of my partners for the evening. I dried my arms on a fresh towel and returned to the playpen door. I knocked to warn the occupants of my entry. A trio of voices called out in response. Two baritones did their best to shout ‘COME IN’ in ridiculously shrill tones. The third, a pleasant tenor, said an impatient, ‘it’s about time.’ I opened the door and stepped inside.
The scene inside was about what I expected it would be. Two versions of Lac were on the bed. They laid in opposite directions, each with their shoulders just about in line with the other’s hips. They’d stacked pillows beneath their lower backs so each would have easier access to the other’s hole. The two glistening, sweaty, jock-clad, hairy bears were engaged in a ‘fisty-nine.’ They grunted like pigs grubbing in the mud while each worked their bulging forearm into the other’s stretched out hole.
My digital self greeted me with a familiar hug and a kiss on the lips. I pulled his smaller body against mine and let my tongue slip into his mouth. He opened for me and deepened the kiss. As I held him, my spread palms noticed the pockmarked scars on his back. The feel of the scars highlighted the difference between he and I. We were the same, but also different.
I slid my hand down his back, over the waistband of his jock, and into the crack of his pert ass. I expected to tease a tight little pucker, but my middle finger disappeared inside a puffy gash. The tender, slack hole was already wet with lube, so I let my fingers slip into it one at a time until my entire hand was inside up to the wrist. The digital me broke our extended kiss to moan into my mouth. I shook my hand around inside his guts. His moan drew out as it rose and fell to match my shaking. I took the heel of my hand out but left my fingers inside to explore the silky folds of his chasm.
“I’m impressed, Cyber. It’s barely been four months, but this hole is trashed. I’ve been working on mine for over a year and it’s not that far along yet.”
The digital version of me, who we’d nicknamed ‘Cyber’ to tell him apart from the physical version, pursed his lips and jerked his head toward the two Lacs. “Yeah, well, you occasionally have to do other things with your hole, Pork. Lect is insatiable. He and I don’t have to eat or sleep or…you know. He’s in my hole constantly. Almost as much as I’m in his.”
“We all have our crosses to bear.” I teased.
My nickname was ‘Pork.’ It had been Lac’s idea to use the name because I loved it when he called me a pig. The digital version of Lacas was called ‘Lect,’ short for ‘Electric.’ The flesh version of Lac was known as ‘Beef,’ to stay with the meat theme.
On the day we’d gone to Washington, Lac grabbed the digital version of me within The System. The contact between his data and mine caused his consciousness to be downloaded through his implant. A digital version of him was created and a file opened to store his memories and experiences. His life force was routed from its new home in The System back into his original body through his implant.
Lacas now existed in two places like I did. His digital version, Lect, lived in The System with Cyber, and his physical version lived in the world with me. When he said he wanted more than just my eighth life, I thought he wanted me to surrender my role as The System’s curator. What he really wanted was to join me there. He and I were now a couple for good, instead of just for life. To make certain, the Jeremy Tanner Memorial Lab had already sequenced Beef’s DNA so they could create another body for him for our next life together. Cyber, the digital me, was over the moon. Not only did he have help and companionship within The System, but now he could have his other needs met directly instead of vicariously through my experiences.
I chuckled over Cyber’s comment about Lect and his constant greedy sex drive. I slipped the heel of my hand back inside him and rolled it around as best I could, given the awkward angle.
He cooed with enjoyment and tilted his hips to give me easier access. “I love these combined sessions. It’s great that we can play together in the physical realm.”
“Me too. I’m sorry it took me so long to come up with the idea. The Synthetic Location Projector has been around for a long time. We could have used it to project you into physical existence anytime. If I wasn’t so selfish, we could have done this before.”
He hugged me and laid his head on the front of my shoulder. “We’re hard on ourselves and we shouldn’t be. We didn’t think about it because our roles have always been so clearly defined. You took care of this life, and I took care of the other. We also never had a freak of a partner like Lacas who would have been OK with a session like this. Could you imagine if we would have asked our last husband to fuck us both. His head would have exploded.”
I laughed and stroked Cyber’s hair with my free hand. “He was uptight. A good man and an excellent father but wound tight as a watch spring.”
Cyber exhaled a hot breath that tickled my smooth chest. He poked at one of my nipple suckers with a curious finger. “Do these work?”
“I don’t know if the results will be permanent, but they feel great and give me a nice pump. My nips are super sensitive for a couple hours after I take them off.”
“That’s hot. Are you going to take them off?”
“No, I want Beef to take them off…with his teeth.”
Cyber tittered a leering little laugh. “So, what do you want out of tonight? It’s your birthday.”
“It’s yours too. Don’t forget that. It’s our special day and we should both get something out of it.” I turned us to look toward the fisting bears on the bed. They were lost in the pleasure of each other. I admitted my fantasy for the evening. “I want them to double stuff my ass. I want to ride Beef with my arms around his hairy body and my face in his pits. I want Lect to fuck me from behind. I want to be crushed between those huge, sweaty bodies. I want to be overwhelmed by musk and greasy flesh.”
“That’s hot. You do yours first. I’ll go second.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to be double fisted, but I want one fist inside me from each of them.”
“That’s hot too. It sounds like there will be two fists left over. Maybe I’ll join you.”
“That would be even better. Let’s have a chariot race. You and me will be the horses. We’ll kiss and snuggle and let them wreck us with those huge hands.”
I took my hand out of Cyber’s sloppy, slack hole and hugged his body tightly against mine. “I’m glad you’re here. I enjoy you.”
He leaned into me. “I enjoy you, too. Thanks for finding Lac for us. He’s really the best. I can’t believe he surrendered himself the way he did. It’s been so much nicer to have a partner to go through the endless time with.”
“He’s being good to you, right?”
“Oh my God, yes. I love him and he loves me. He helps me with the work. I’ve been teaching him how to spread himself out…”
“He already knows that.” I teased.
Cyber laughed with delight at my silly joke. “He certainly does.” He shook his head to clear the amusement and went back to what he was saying. “He’s been so willing to immerse himself into The System. Now that he’s a part of it, he sees how necessary the work is. He likes the idea of making the world a better place.”
“And you’re getting along?”
Cyber tightened his arms around me and raised his head so he could meet my eyes. “Do you know what he said the other day? I told him that I didn’t have to look like this if he didn’t want me to. Neither of us has a physical body anymore, not like you and Beef, so I offered to take your form. I offered to make myself taller and erase the scars. He wouldn’t have it. He hugged me tight and grabbed my ass and said that I should always be exactly who I am.”
I kissed Cyber’s mouth again to celebrate the good news. “He’s an incredible guy. Both Lect and Beef are. I love Beef so much. He’s doing great with his training. I made the mistake of agreeing to add a sparring session to the beginning of our lovemaking. When we fuck after training, whoever makes the other yield gets his way for the entire session. The cocky S-O-B is much stronger than me. With just the little work we’ve done so far, he pins me almost every time.”
Cyber flicked one of my nipple suckers to get my attention. “Don’t pretend you don’t like getting pinned. If you really wanted to win, you could win. I don’t care how strong he is or how skilled he gets, he’ll never be as ruthless as Tom taught us to be.”
I was about to agree with Cyber when Beef called out from the bed. He and Lect had their arms in each other all the way to the elbows. “HEY! Are you two just gonna chat all night while I fuck myself?”
Lect added his thoughts on the matter. “Doesn’t bother me. I’m the best piece of ass I ever had!”
Cyber and I laughed ourselves silly, then he offered a suggestion. “We better get over there before we become irrelevant.”
I agreed and we moved toward the bed.
* * * *
I woke very early. Lac and I were alone. Lect and Cyber had returned to The System. We’d had an amazing time. The four of us had all manner of sex for hours. Cyber and I both got what we wanted out of the session, and much more besides.
My whole body was sore from the liberal application of kinky sex. My nipples stung from being twisted, pulled, and bitten. My balls ached from being repeatedly drained and from being twisted, pulled, and bitten. My hole was destroyed. I felt like someone had crawled into my ass and fought their way back out. The pain was a good pain. It reminded me that I’d had a time.
I managed to take my first doubles from Lect and Beef. Cyber took the twin fists much easier than me. I was jealous until I remembered what he said about Lect never leaving his ass alone when the two are together in The System. I decided not to be jealous of Cyber. He deserved all the joy and pleasure Lect could bring him.
I relaxed to try to get back to sleep. I snuggled into Lac and shut my eyes, but they wouldn’t stay closed. I wasn’t sure why. I was warm and safe in my boyfriend’s arms. My nose was full of his scent. Everything felt right, but for some reason my mind wouldn’t allow me to rest.
I eased away from Lac, careful not to wake the sleeping bear. I crept out of the playpen and into the kitchen of my house. I didn’t have anything to put on to cover my jock, so I took an apron from the pantry and tied it around my waist like a skirt. I managed to slip out the back door without even waking Sam.
I went down the steps and leaned my bare back against the trunk of the oak tree. “Hi, dad.” I said to it. “I miss you, a lot. It’s been good though. I feel good. I did what you told me to. I did my best to make the world a better place. I finally met the man I was waiting for. I finally met who you said I would. I think you’d like him. He’s a good man. He makes me happy. He was also willing to sacrifice for me, just like you did a long, long time ago. He gave up a big piece of himself so he could be what I needed him to.”
I reached back and felt the rough bark with the palm of my hand. “I think I can finally start to deal with the anger I have for the past. I can finally start to forgive. I built up a lot of resentment in my heart. I resented the woman for hurting me. I resented Jack for murdering me. There were times when I even resented you for teaching me that killing was good if it was done for the right reasons. Lacas has offered me forbearance for what I’ve done. It’s only right that I offer it to you and the others in turn. Like Jim Beam said, it’s hard to argue with results. It took hundreds of years, and a lot of heartache and pain, but I’m ridiculously happy now.
“Don’t misunderstand me. I don’t regret any of the spouses or families I had before. They were wonderful and I wouldn’t change a thing about any of them. I also don’t regret any of the work I did to make the world better. My lives have been an incredible gift. It’s a gift I didn’t always appreciate, but a gift all the same. I’m looking forward to the rest of this life with Lacas, and the next one, and the next.”
I turned toward the tree and rested my head against it. I hugged it with my arms and let the rough bark scratch my skin. My sore nipples smarted, but I didn’t care. “I’m so grateful to you for giving me life. I hope the work I’ve done has been good enough to live up to your expectations. All I ever wanted was to make you proud. The times when you called me a ‘good boy’ were the best in my life. I always felt like a million bucks to hear you say those words. They made me feel like I was worth saving. I know you wouldn’t want to hear me talk this way, but that’s the way I feel. I wish you were here right now to give me shit for it.”
“MARVIN?” A deep, gruff voice called in the dark.
I gasped in shock. For a split second, I really thought the voice was Tom back from the dead. I jumped away from the tree and called out to it. “DADDY?”
The voice laughed and I knew it was Lacas. “You can call me that if you want.” He teased as he came down the back steps on his bare feet.
I started to cry because I’d really thought the voice was Tom’s. Lac saw my tears in the predawn gloom and gathered me into his arms. He held me tightly and stroked my head while I wept into his chest. The thick, coarse hair of his body scratched at my skin like the tree bark had. “What’s this? Why are you crying?”
“I miss my father.” I sobbed.
I held on tight to Lacas and cried for a while. My emotions felt strange, crazy and mixed up. I was thrilled with Lac, but still sad over losing Tom. I’d never gotten over him. My heart was full to bursting with joy and hope for the future, but my soul still longed for the past.
I cried until I ran out of tears. I collected myself and felt silly for putting on such a display. Lac didn’t make me feel silly. He asked the perfect question. “We’re you just talking to him, to Tom?”
I reached out to put my hand against the oak. “Would you like to meet him?”
Lac cocked his head in confusion. “The tree?”
“In the old days, there was a law that crematoriums were not permitted to dispose of ashes which were not retrieved. They were required to store them indefinitely. I was trapped in The System when Tom was cremated. There wasn’t anyone to pick up his ashes. He remained unclaimed for forty-six years. When I got my first body, the very first errand I ran was to retrieve him from the crematory.
“I moved into this house and lived here, just me and Tom like the old days. Eventually I got to thinking about how stuffy it must be inside the urn. I also started to think about the promises I made to him before he died. I promised to live in the house, and I was doing that. I also promised to plant an oak tree for shade. I went to the garden center to look for a seedling to plant.
“I was tempted to look for the strongest, healthiest tree, but that felt wrong. I dug to the back of the shelf of oak tree seedlings and found a sad little plant with only one leaf on it. The poor thing had gotten shoved behind all the others. It wasn’t getting any sun and almost no water. I brought it home and nursed it on the windowsill until it started to perk up. Once it looked a little better, I brought it out here. I dug a deep hole. I bought bags and bags of potting soil to give it a good base. Before I put the dirt in, I pried the lid from Tom’s urn and poured his ashes in.
“I planted this tree in the spring of 2054. It grew tall and strong. It shaded me just like Tom said it would. It also drove the neighbors crazy, just like Tom said it would. When they complained, I bought their homes and moved them out. Between the money I earned from The Organization, and the money from Tom’s estate, I was fairly well off. I invested in securities and have never had to worry about my finances.
“As for the tree, all through the centuries which have passed between the moment I planted it and this moment, I’ve talked to it like it was my father. I don’t know if Tom can hear me. I don’t know if there’s a heaven, or if he’d be allowed in if there was. I’ve lived such a long time, but that hasn’t given me any insight into where we came from or where we’re going. I know this tree is tall and strong like my father was. I know it brings me comfort, like he did. I know it makes me feel close to him.”
Lac put his hand on the tree and spoke to it. “It’s nice to meet you, Mister Collins. I think your son is a special guy. You raised him very well. I hope you’ll approve of our marriage. I promise to always protect him and to love him and to respect him. I hope to be good enough for him. I hope to have lots of children who will enjoy the protection of your branches like your son once enjoyed the safety of your arms. Thank you for rescuing him and keeping him safe until I found him.”
I hugged Lac tightly for not making fun of me for talking to a tree. I loved him for showing my father the respect he deserved. “Thank you, Lacas.”
“Thank you for sharing him with me, Marvin.”
We held each other for a few moments until the sun cast the first rays of morning over the horizon. I opened my eyes to look at the day. Only then did I realize that Lac was naked except for his jock. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Why did you come out here dressed like that? The neighbors will think we’re deviants!”
“We are.”
“I know, but I don’t want them to think so!”
I hustled the man who would soon be my husband back into the house. Once we were safely inside, I laughed myself breathless.
THE END
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