Pervert Sci-Fi

People will always have dreams, and when technology
progresses the methods of attaining those fantasies
will become more available… But what worth does a
fantasy have if it could easily be fulfilled?

Walking through the rainy streets of San Francisco,
Jeanna Nolan made her way towards an appointment she
had reserved a month in advance. She walked at a slow,
determined pace – knowing what she wanted and yet
willingly taking just a sweet while longer before
reaching it. The rain didn’t really matter to her as it
ran down her coat and shin-length chigos. Water was an
element that came to her naturally. Became her, some
might say. It certainly made the genuine cotton garment
fit her trim body in a manner which brought the best
out of it. A marvel of a lady on the better side of her
twentieth year.

A few onlookers whistled at her, probably just for
that. Looking over her shoulder and casting a smile
that was sweet and icy at the same time, the message
“hello boys – already taken” made clear. She didn’t
have anyone, though, at least no real, breathing lover
of flesh and bone. She didn’t have to worry for herself
either.

Although that was a clear wolf-whistle, by a group of
bike-riding gangers to boot, she was confident. Her
body was in shape with the martial arts training she
had been through since her early years. She’d need
nothing else to protect herself with, and her
confidence and the way with words she had usually
settled problems before they even started.

Technology had advanced by a great leap at the start of
22nd century. No true breakthroughs had been made
besides medical advances and fusion power, which
basically ended the global war to be fought over
resources before any actual claims on foreign land had
been made by any party. The advances in entertainment
had followed rapidly with the niche left by ever
increasing personal wealth and welfare throughout the
world. To the better part of the society, at least,
though some of it bled down onto the other side of the
fences which protected the middle and upper class from
the Mass.

She had taken up a part-time job to fund her personal
interests; this was her hobby and her pastime. Seeking
out her dreams. Some of them had actually started out
of recurring dreams, like this one, which was clearly
her most absorbing challenge. On her way into the
nightclub, Mirrorsphere, she bumped into someone she
hadn’t seen for a while. Her ex-boyfriend. He was nice,
but it didn’t work out for them – something was always
missing, and they broke up nicely after 7 months of an
affair, and neither bore hard feelings.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Heading for the lady’s night out, eh?”

“Bet I do. It’s been a while, Ron. Are you on duty?”

“Ehh, yeah.”

“Shame. Could’ve popped by for a few drinks.”

“Maybe sometime later. You haven’t been doing anything
suspicious with that Rinaldo guy, have you? They’ve
been keeping an eye on what he does for a good while
now, upstairs.”

“Mike? He’s an angel for all I know, though he spins
drinks like the devil himself.”

“Okay, just checking. None of my business, really, but
I got to keep an eye on things if I want to keep my
job. If you catch my drift.”

“Heh, sure do. Don’t worry, mister officer… I’ll be
safe at home before my bedtime.

She gave her a kind smile as she slipped into the club,
while the bouncer gave a glance to the cop. He shot one
back in return with a smirk, lighting a cigarette and
leaning against the wall, sheltering from that rain
under the front of the club. Inside the Mirrorsphere
everything was as usual. It was a constant party
everytime she came or left the place, and the place had
no windows in order to maintain that kind of
atmosphere.

In the beating of bass, amidst the feverish dancers and
neon lights, she made her way toward the counter,
taking a stool and patiently waiting for her turn. She
usually came here to dance the night or day away, but
this time was different. No alcohol, light eating and a
good rest beforehand, she had been instructed.

Mike Rinaldo was a barkeeper, and good at it. He was
something of an artist, knowing what people wanted even
if they couldn’t really bring it out into words, and
usually taking just a glance to know what kinds of
drinks people would order. Sometimes he made a show out
of it, entertaining the regulars with this sixth sense
he had, bringing out a good laughter every time he just
leant a drink into a patron’s hand before they had time
to even tell what they were coming for.

She had been one such case, and he had taken time to
talk with her at the counter on one less frantic night.
He had a flashy smile which was like a cherry on top of
his mid-american look, wearing straight black trousers
and a shiny club-shirt. They had taken time to discuss
what she really might be after when she sought
entertainment from places like this, and with a few
nights more had come to a conclusion. He had led her a
bit, having more to offer than just the fare served at
the bar. He could sell dreams.

He had a REMshaper rig at the basement of his club. It
was new tech and still under federal supervision to
keep it “in control during commercializing”, the
methods having been perfected a good while ago but the
manufacturers’ licensing wanting to maximize their
profits out of it.

Mike had a degree in psychology, and worked with this
sort of equipment to gather information for supporting
theories. They had used theirs to just record the
dreaming process and the subliminal mechanics of the
mind. The project had come to a stop just as he
graduated, the sponsors lifting their profits out of
the deal.

They left the bar together and went into the back room,
Mike telling his right-hand Tina to look over the bar
while they went about on their business. The basement
of the bar was well maintained, not like a basement at
all but a private club – and indeed it was one. Mike
had put some good time and money into it, and a
designer he knew more than personally had done the
planning for it. The setup was quite simple, and didn’t
really need more than just resting somewhere
comfortable and attaching a number of small electrode
patches onto the subject’s forehead.

“Is everything ready, Mike?”

“Of course, my darling… I’ve spent a good while doing
studies on your subject of interest. To make it as real
as possible. That’s what you wanted?”

“Yes. I want the whole thing to be as close to real as
possible without actually going into water and -”

“But you can, and should go into water. I’ve had a tub
brought here.” He smiled. “I even have the salt to go
with it. Your very own slice of the pacific.”

“Thank you, Mike. You’re a darling, too, but you have
someone saying that to you already. I don’t really have
anyone, and honestly don’t even feel like I need
someone to say that to me. I’m past nice with those
dreams, they just keep on – god. The thing I hate most
about them is that they’re just shadowy feelings about
things I should do, and they vanish a mere moment after
I wake up…”

“Don’t worry. This will be something you’ll remember
for a long time. And I’m not talking about the
experience itself; the way it happens is a simulation
of a true experience. It’ll be like actually living
through it, and then remembering it like just as life.
– I was a little frightened at times at this, but I
know that this is what you want. I did it just for you,
every second and every sensation.”

“Muchos gracias, Mike.”

She gave his curly hair a kiss, taking a look at the
vast amount of material he’d been collecting for this.
Videodiscs, books, recordings… It had been quite a
job. She’d paid for it in full as an artist should. The
thing about REMshaping was that it couldn’t be just
programmed – if feelings and ideas were to be inserted,
they had to be imagined in every vivid detail. It was
indeed a work of art.

She stripped herself free of clothing, letting her toes
play on the rug of the floor, and then slipped into the
briny bath which was so close to human body temperature
that it could allow her to stay in the water nearly
indefinitely without fear of hypothermia. He helped her
lay on the support inside the tub, the scent of
saltwater filling her nostrils as he worked the patches
accurately onto her forehead. After confirming him that
everything was OK, he nodded back to her and started
the REMshaping. She drifted off into sleep, feeling
like she was sinking underneath the water. Darkness
took hold of her vision.

Waves splashed about her as she floated in the sea,
seeing the sandy beach of an island not far behind her,
and the bright sun brought out the beautiful scene in
the bottom of the ocean out into her sight through the
crystal clear water. She took a dive, and soon noticed
that she could hold her breath indefinitely, even
accidentally taking in water which made her expect a
sudden gagging fit didn’t have an effect. Good thing.
Everything else was so live, so real – She’d been
freediving earlier and knew what to expect, and this
was truly it. If this wasn’t real life nothing would
be. She also noticed a chain-wrapped armsleeve running
from her left wrist up to her shoulder. Excellent, he
grinned to herself. Mike had indeed thought of
everything.

Back in the basement of the club, Mike heard footsteps
from the staircase and the door creaking open.

“What is it, Tina? If the lemons are out, there’s
nothing I can do. We’re out of them.”

“I’m afraid I’m not here for the lemons.”

He suddenly shook up from his chair and looked to the
door. The cop. He knew him from earlier, having been an
acquaintance of both. This could ruin everything, he
thought. They had a brief conversation about what was
going on, the illegality of such methods of
entertainment without a license, and came to the
subject of her dreams. He knew that she had certain
obsessions about the challenge her dreams seemed to
give her… They made a deal. He could stay around and
follow her dream through the videoscreen which was used
for monitoring the experience, or bring him over for
questioning and have her dreams cut off. He chose the
former.

She dived forward under the waves, enjoying the soft
currents as she drifted with them. Slowly she removed
her swimming suit, enjoying the feel of water as it
supported her and caressed her with those soft
currents, waiting for the other to make an appearance.

At the same time, she felt a current wash against her
back, and looked on in shock and awe at the first time
she saw and felt such a creature swim past her. A real
shark. The magnificent animal slid past her
effortlessly with a flick of its crescent tail, and she
brushed her hand against its skin. Sleek, hard and so
exciting to feel.

The creature had a clear tiger-stripe pattern along its
grey back, breaking its pattern with darker lines. The
overall look of it, the feel of it and the knowledge
that this was one of the ocean’s apex predators made
her so excited. She stood up to the challenge and took
hold of its tail as the shark flicked past her.

It was a male, which was soon evident to her by the
sight of its claspers in her clear sight. She leaned
her way further along the creature, who seemed to care
little for her advances, until her searching hands
ended on one of the penile fins. The shark arched its
back and tried to joust her off of him, trashing about
with its tail until it succeeded. One of the wild
lashes of the beast slid along her thigh and down
between them, slicing between the folds of her treasure
and eliciting a loud scream of pain and pleasure from
her.

She brought her hand to her lower belly which was so
violently and so erotically touched, giving it a tender
caress with her fingers, feeling the burn of that lash
and the flame which burned even more fiercely inside
her… Having little time for it before the male came
for another pass. This time it seemed intent on
attacking her, but she could flick herself with one
agile roll out of its reach and underneath him, holding
onto his pectoral fins and bringing herself up against
his bellyside.

The shark’s skin was sleek in one direction and rough
in the other, and the firm grasp of her squeeze and the
strong, determined flicks of his body as it swam
forward made her breasts pin against that hide. She
started rocking herself against him, feeling that
burning in her pussy that she couldn’t contain anymore.

There was something so erotic and overwhelming about
this whole experience that it nearly drove her
unconscious with the rush she was having. The way her
body ground to his, the rasping of his skin against her
stomach, breasts and thighs was so wonderful, and the
feel of that immensely strong tail flicking between her
thighs made her moan out… “Ahh, you big fucking
beast, I have caught you now, and you’ll either fuck me
like you mean it or just chomp at my ribs…”

Those seemed to be the alternatives as she held on for
dear life. The shark raced in a broad circle, soon
slowing down its pace as she kneaded her hips against
him, the scent of a female in heat caught in his
immensely keen sense of scent… She could feel its
erection brush against her thigh now, one of the
claspers swollen and pointed forward with a clear trail
of creamy juice running from its tip in the water like
a wisp of smoke from a cigar.

This was the moment she had been dreaming about, this
was the thing she had expected. She leant forward along
the body of the shark, taking its snout between her
hands and giving a kiss on its pointed nose. Not
knowing whether it meant anything to it or not,
probably the latter, but giving her expression of
gratitude that it had chosen to mate with her. He took
hold of her presented arm, grasping onto the armor-
sleeve with its teeth and rushed forth. The shark’s
body was arched over her and between her thighs, her
free hand reaching to take hold of the tip of his
clasper as it raced forward.

The wild grasp of the shark was something she hadn’t
even imagined, with the armor-sleeve taking most of the
force and all, but this! She could feel how the beast
struggled between her thighs and over her, the
magnificent tiger-shark making use of all of its 15
feet body to copulate with her, the predator of sheer
muscle thrusting forward with its lower belly and
hitting its mark!

She didn’t know whether to moan, scream or die at
first, the overwhelming feeling of such a wild lover
taking her so intense… She bit down into his pectoral
fin in return, grasping with her thighs around that
thrashing tail which drove the hardened penis-fin into
her, suddenly filled with a cool fullness that yet
seemed to stretch her so tight!

“Ooooh you striped bastard, don’t you dare to hold back
one bit! Nnnnrgh… Fuck me like the female I am, and
like the male you are!” She screamed into his fin,
biting on it like he bit down on her sleeved arm,
taking all that the shark could give her and getting
more in return. She thrust her hips against his body
and helped more of his penis slide into her, making new
room within her tightness which had for so long been
without fulfillment, now feeling like she could finally
reach it. The male pounded with feverish thrusts, its
entire body arching into her as it took her.

She willingly gave herself into it, tossed herself into
the moment of it all, but it didn’t seem to end! There
was always more and more of him to sink in, his teeth
began to push lightly through that sleeve and touch her
skin which gave her a huge kick, his wild mating giving
her orgasm after another… While that cock pounded
into her, driving itself deep home and making her know
that this was her home… She needed someone like this,
with a feeling of locking together so seamlessly that
no more words were needed, her desire to scream out her
violent challenges now past and seeming useless in
retrospect.

Reaching her arm around his body, she held on and rode
this magnificent male. Giving him what he sought for,
and receiving what she had been devoid of for so long,
it felt so wonderful, the pain of their joining so real
and yet fulfilling in a way she never imagined
possible. She now knew what her dreams had been about;
this was the animal in her, for which she willingly
gave over her body, transcending her human
consciousness. Returning into the sea…

And suddenly brought back from her introspection by the
wild, jerking hilts into her as the male gave forth his
seed, giving her his breed, the sheer joy of it making
her scream her pleasure into the fin which she held
onto with her teeth. The mating pair shared their bites
of passion, both taking and being taken, giving and
being given, her smooth hips dancing against his
rhythmically pumping tail as gushes of his sperm burst
into her tightness, the excess spurting out in clouds
of creamy smoke into the brine surrounding them.

Ron couldn’t turn his gaze from the vision in front of
him, suddenly realizing how little he had known of her.
This might have been the reason why they never could
seem to fit together – both trying to balance the fine
line of being sensitive or lustful, deep or impulsive.
The answer was that her thoughts had been of a
completely alien sort to him or any other human being.
Mike followed the scene with some interest, mainly just
maintaining the experience, smiling to himself as he
knew that she was indeed living out her fantasy.

They watched as he floated and swam with the tiger-
shark, spending hours with the creature after
copulating before wanderlust took over both of them,
but sharing their wordless promises of meeting again.
Both knew that it was likely that both female and male
would meet others and mate again, but didn’t do
anything to try and be possessive about the other once
their time was past…

She saw the last flicks of her lover’s tail, caressing
herself with her hands as she rose to the surface and
observed the wonderful landscape. This was indeed the
land of her dreams, but in living reality! The aching
feel of her body, the feel of seawater salt sinking
into the slight scratches she had gotten, everything…
were bumped aside when she felt something more.

The scents of mating had brought out another shark;
this one was approaching her from the front, a
sportive-looking, eight-feet Mako displaying its deep
ultramarine back and the smoky underbody which were
divided in a distinct border between the colours. It
was also male as she noticed the telltale look of its
claspers aft of its belly, and this male took no time
in familiarizing himself with the female but seized the
opportunity which she gladly presented.

It approached her on a second pass, and surprised her
with its sudden barrel-roll over onto her backside. The
male slid along her back with a rough bump against her
spine, and before she could protest he had slid his
pectoral fins beside her body onto a tight grasp.

She was wracked with another surprise as the male’s
penis knifed into her anus, something which she had
never given out to anyone and had been planning to keep
as her private property. The painful entry was lessened
by the copious amounts of slick slime the male
produced, her vagina still leaking with the previous
male’s gift…

She grasped at his fins and tried to jostle him off her
back, but the wild pounding made her squeal in sudden
pleasure as she found it. The male was showing her the
pleasures of backdoor loving, and the bastard was
clearly more than enjoying the lovely creature which it
distinctly could notice as being less than a match for
his own species, but the scents were such a good match,
the mating making the right things click inside its
head – no, this was a lovely, tight female!

Deciding to just give into the moment, she squeaked
more in her pleasure as her behind bucked up to him,
getting his tail slapped against her cheeks with a
hilting thrust. The mako pounded into her, stabbing its
less sizeable maleness in and out of her, trying to
milk itself off as rapidly as possible, in-out, in-out,
and off into search of a new female…

They were more opportunistic in nature and had more
defined mating seasons than those of tiger-sharks, and
it showed up in their behavior. She wasn’t complaining,
anymore that is, and gave his cock a firm squeeze
inside her. That was enough to get the swift hunter to
joyfully give up his semen, the shark’s tail giving a
few rapid bucks into her behind as it made sure it was
in there to stay.

She gave the sleek little shark a nice kiss on his chin
before it sped up along its way again, going as fast as
it came, leaving her with another sore spot but warming
her heart… This is where she belongs. She swam back
to the shore for a brief moment. Looking onto the sea,
she could feel a certain feeling of anxiety, knowing
that this could be over so soon again, and like dreams,
it would be impossible enjoy a similar experience
without some key, some kind of focus, a lasting link…

Back in the club, the cop had decided to enjoy a double
scotch on the rocks, while the barkeeper took some sips
out of an energizing drink to keep up his attention.
Every detail was available to them that existed in
visual – it was like watching an immensely detailed
computer modeling, because none of this could happen in
reality. That’s what Ron thought. It couldn’t.

This couldn’t be the same girl he knew. He had always
been slightly taken back by their separation, but had
concealed his true feelings from her well. A new kind
of understanding sparked out in him, not sure whether
it was the shock of the material he was now seeing or a
new insight above that. He wasn’t sure of himself, but
he was truly happy for her; through her dreaming her
expression displayed her clear contentness.

Leaving the beach for the sea again, she could see
numerous splashes in the water, fins cleaving the
surface of the crystal clear brine. It was clearly a
gathering of sharks this time, and she swam up into the
middle of it. She knew that most were too preoccupied
with each other to pay attention to her, having fed
themselves full beforehand, and she was left by herself
to search.

She didn’t know what she was looking for, and swam with
flicks of both feet together like a mermaid as she made
her way past the joining sharks… Noticing that there
were all kinds of predators locked together in the
lustful dance, and she knew then what she was searching
for, what the focus and the link she sought was. She
knew that she had to find herself a pair.

Very few species of sharks were said to pair up for
life, and even fewer were seemingly out looking for
any. She suddenly felt very lonely, before her eyes
connected with ones across the underwater orgy into
deep, black eyes that immediately captivated hers. She
swam closer and saw that this one was also searching,
looking in frustration, looking for her… They had
found each other. This magnificent creature must have
been the keeper of her dreamworld, an impressive male
with a regal presence, a great white shark.

They swam past each other at first, letting their sides
connect, her hand sliding along his sleek side while
his fin ran from her chest to her toes. She let out a
deep, passionate sigh at this touch, feeling the pent-
up search which they both had done for so long, and now

She arched herself for him, beckoning for him to take
her, granting him her body and soul to take and either
abandon or make his own. The shark swam with strong,
slow flicks of his crescent tail, the swollen displays
of maleness swaying along with the heavy mass of
muscle…

His broad and pointed nose touched to her thighs,
running up along them as he drew in her scent and grew
more and more excited with every passing whiff of her.
The scent of this female was so enticing and beckoning.
He took a while searching her, studying her while she
reached out with her arms and took his head into them,
holding his front to her in a desperate, firm hug…
Until it was time.

The male was impressive, and outright frightening
unless seen through her passionate eyes, over twenty
feet of sheer hunter as it circled her slowly,
presenting her with a mating dance as was customary.
She returned a similar one, displaying her deep longing
for him, her willingness to give herself up into the
moment of wild and feral rut, to have his breed inside
of her. She did not blush of such thoughts anymore, but
let them wash over her like a crashing wave.

Their union was not without problems, at first, and
they felt very awkward, the male growing frustrated and
grasping more firmly at her arm as it tried to enter
her. Its tail bucked and it rammed its white underbelly
at her repeatedly, trying to have her, and to the
onlookers it did resemble like it had merely attacked
her. There was something more, though, and the male
soon gave up this method, letting her show him the ways
of loving.

His underbelly felt so heavenly against her, and she
loved to just knead her breasts against the raspy feel
of the skin, the hard nipples so exquisitely tortured
under his strong body which waited patiently, swimming
along as she held on to him, fingering herself off to
orgasm after orgasm while riding with him…

She then eased herself slowly down between his pectoral
fins, caressing his smooth underside and sharing the
lovely feeling of touching together, but soon just
taking a hold of the fins, holding them to her
shoulders. He wasn’t a creature of gentleness or
caring, driven by simple wills and drives to feed and
to breed, the first having been fulfilled and now eager
to complete the second.

His maleness stood forth bravely, again just one of the
two as she leaned her thighs up along his sides,
locking into an embrace and leaning her hips down
toward his tail. He started sliding within her, and she
now felt what tightness really meant. It felt like he
was going to splice her in two with that maleness,
which was meant for females far above her size, but
just kept on going down on it. She screamed out in
pleasure as his strong tail flicked slightly faster and
further while he swam on, and couldn’t do much than
hold on when he noted the entry.

The white started mating her in a wild, frantic pace,
its tail thrashing down between her thighs and going
further into her than she dreamed possible. She felt
like she was losing herself as that wonderful lover
mated her, having arched its entire body over her and
pounding wildly… The lashes of his tail made her body
grind against his, the teasing on his nipples and the
violent penetration making her suddenly peak out in an
orgasm, screaming her pleasure into his snowy
underside. His preseed flew freely as they swam
together in a mating dance, him leading her, her giving
out to him, breaking the surface of the water
together…

Grasping onto those fins for dear life, she helped him
push harder and deeper inside her when he found it too
difficult to go further or decided that this must have
been the end of it, relighting his flame again and
again! The shark mated her, bred her, their pairing
feeling like it had been going on for hours and still
as they had just touched each other for the first time.

This was her pair, and she was his; nothing seemed more
natural at the moment than just letting this immense
shark ream her, ravage her, love her, caress her in the
substitutive hold of his fins instead of his teeth. She
kissed his underside when they slowed down their pace,
or kicked her knees against his sides at her peaks when
his mating was most fierce.

She looked around herself, and noticed that the
brightness of the day had past, and they were just by
themselves in that sea. The glowing moon bathed them in
its rays as they crashed above the surface of the
water, dancing together before falling down into the
sweet caresses of the waters around them. She was now
trying her best to please him, and he was giving her
his best…

They came together, again and again, her insides being
filled with more and more of the male’s thick creamy
pudding, filled with the promise of breeding. The pair
celebrated their finding several more times under the
light of the moon, diving back into the deep blue
before crashing through the surface again.

The cop had left the club, reporting that he had seen
nothing that evening. So did the bartender, withholding
the secret of her past lover’s visit from her. Upon
being brought back into reality, Jeanna cried out for a
good long while, not out of sorrow or guilt but out of
completion, knowing that now she had met this entity
that made up her dreams and fueled her life.

In the following days, she was filled with an energy
that occasionally made her friends wonder whether she
was on chems; she dismissed these doubts with a hearty
laughter, and a smirk that she had found something far
better.

She would be going back to Mirrorsphere, once she had
acquired enough creds again.

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