Eclipse Phase: Uplifting Experience

By Malic

	Explosion rattles the ship. I looked down the hall a final time. Nobody in sight. I waited as long as I could.

	The noise and vibrations ceased. Safety was earned with the flip of a switch. Only the muffled whoosh of the small propulsion rig kept me company now. Humans, among other Earth species, had adapted to our new environment amongst the stars. Enough so that dehydration took longer than it used to anyway. Enrick, that prick of an employer, decided to skip out on putting supplies in any of the escape pods. It took 11 days before I lapsed into a coma.

	Nothing to do now but mentally catch up on The Simpsons, seasons 44-48 played on repeat within my mind as the body surrounding it began to deteriorate. Eventually even my core had to power down. No more Simpsons. Those seasons were overrated anyway. I ceased to be in the traditional sense.

Enrick was going to be pissed.

**

[I’m pissed.] came a voice.

[What the? Enrick? Is that you over comms? Am I still in the pod or-] I responded.

[Yes, yes, and no. You’re being docked in a new body. Your old one went a bit stale between time you failed to do your job as head of security and the time when I decided, out of the goodness of my heart, to bother saving you.] Enrick said.

[Oh don’t, you’ll make me tear up just as bad as your insurance company will once they find out what plan you’re on. How much is this going to cost me?] I shot back.

[Straight to the numbers huh? Ruthless. Efficient. No wonder the real you was so quick to hand you over.]

[You saying I’m a copy?] I asked, learning firsthand how truly uncomfortably it can be when one tries to fidget uncomfortably without present access to a body.

[One that’s going to earn every minute of the real one’s freedom. Although he also owes me about six months of free low level guard duty. We just finished hashing it out, perhaps you’d like to watch him leave?]

**
Blinding light. Everything was blurry. Underwater. I was underwater and my vision was blurry. Gah. Bright blue water for miles and miles. No wait, twin mirrors adorned each end of the tank. I was in a tank? A snout blocked a large portion of my view. Grey, rounded and smooth. The sight of a dolphin in the reflection seemed to line up with about where it felt like I was. Did he really stick me in the body of a dolphin? Fuck you Enrick.

I kicked down and up. Swimming had never been quite so pleasant before. 1 pro amongst a million cons. I took my first breath in this new body. Try imagining breathing through a hole in the back of your neck and tell me how that feels. For me it felt weird and normal all at once. Clearly I’d been slipped into an already functioning dolphin brain base. That must have been why swimming and breathing came so easy. Now what about…

Echolocation is the weirdest part about this. No doubt about it. With a single click and a whirr I could “see” all around and even inside of me. Something seemed off about my biology, but what interested me more was the curve of the floor. The tank went on about 30 meters by 70 meters based on what my newfound ability to see around rocks told me. The floor curved at a rather alarming rate, and I mentally estimated about a football field worth of total livable space assuming the whole station was as spherical as it seemed. This must have been Enrick’s private station. Why would he have a tank this big? And once again, seriously this time, why was I a dolphin?

I heard something from one end of the tank. Echolocation had told me it was just another wall, but as I swam over to it I realized it was a window. Of course, I’m some kind of pet now. Great. And that’s….that’s me on the other side staring back. Well I guess it’s the original me. A frown slipped across his face as he watched me watch him. This was awkward and insulting, but it's what I resigned myself to. With a kick and a swish I turned away from me. I heard his footsteps making their way through the floor. I couldn’t quite pick out where he was headed, but the muffled swish of a door let me know he was leaving. I was trapped. Enrick would decide my fate.

Without paying attention I bumped into a wall. Accepting the situation took quite a bit of willpower, and I felt drained of the natural energy so often attribute to dolphin bodies. This really did suck. At least I was just a copy and not the real me. I could take some perverse comfort in that.

[Such a lovely goodbye, the hint of resignation dancing across both your minds as you turned from one another. It was beautiful I can assure you.] came Enrick’s message.

I went to shake my head, and managed to bump into the wall again. This was getting annoying.

[Enrick! What the hell am I doing in the morph?]

[You’re in there because your original self agreed to a few additional terms. Someone has to pay for that cargo, and a few years free labor won’t come close. So, my precious little copy, you’re going to be my plaything for the next few years until someone else makes the mistake of failing me.]

[Plaything? So you wanna suck your former employee’s dolphin cock huh? Figures.]

[Oh dear, it seems someone hasn’t figured out everything about their body yet. Here. Allow me to introduce you.]

A mechanical woosh, much less muffled this time. Underwater? Another bop to the nose left me scrambling backwards as a mirrored edge to the tank opened up. My echolocation hadn’t even detected the water on the other side. This was a well built facility. Another dolphin swam into the enclosure with me. Great, he was probably going to let his actual pet fuck me or someth- Wait a minute, is that Enrick’s tacky tattoo on the dolphin? No fucking way he’d ever-

[You know not a lot of people can read dolphins. It’s a trait my people take great advantage of. A lot of you humans seem to think that makes us sociopaths, but you’d be surprised by just how much we feel darling. Here, let me show you…]

Oh hell no. I could understand playing the pet to some cunt of a CEO. That was already starting to not sound so bad, but this? No. No fuck that. I swam back, kicking him hard with my rear fin. He clicked back and order. Something started to creep up into the back of my head as I swam away as fast as I could. 

There was nowhere to go. There was nowhere to go. The same thought seemed to hit me over and over. It was mind numbing. There was nowhere to go. Fuck stop thinking about that. There was nowhere to go. It dawned on me that he’d clicked out an order to my body, not my human mind. The physical effects of fear are hard to trump, even if you do feel completely separated from the body you’re in it’s next to impossible to ignore these sorts of sensations. Whatever Enrick had programmed my body with was making any and all resistance seem like the scariest thing possible. There was nowhere to go.

I stopped. Kicking forward even slightly felt like tracking through a few hours of dark tunnels with live spider wallpaper adorning all four sides. I couldn’t move a muscle. I wouldn’t dare move a muscle. It all felt too frightening for my body. Everything was wrong except obedience. That fucking prick.

[Ah, at last you come around. Believe it or not you’re quite the fighter darling. That should make this next step all the more fun. Let’s see how you respond to my advances.] came his sleazy faux accented message.

[I...stop…] I managed, barely. He muted me. Fuck you Enrick.
	
[Let’s see what your body has to say. Your puny little human mind can just sit back and watch. Er, I suppose feel is the right word here.] he chuckled over my protests as his nose pressed up against my slit. I realized quite suddenly that Enrick wasn’t interested in courting male dolphins.

The arousal hit me, and it hit hard. The pleasure allowed me just enough purchase to swim up to the surface. My opening tugged at nothing. I felt empty. Painfully empty and in need. He swam belly to belly with me as I tried to make sense of my new sex. The fear was still there, but my human mind was too busy coping with the sudden introduction of new sex organs for the fear to work its magic. I still couldn’t swim forward much more though. I just sat their breathing, trying desperately to focus. That’s when I felt it.

His cock was out, and I didn’t have one. The term plaything suddenly made all the sense in the universe. I was muted too. I couldn’t even protest. Crying out I kicked forward again. Into the fear. Away from the pleasure. I felt his cock brush past my slit, parting it ever so slightly. Just like his nose had before. 

[This will hurt nothing but your pride dear. Unless you start running into walls at high speeds of course. You seem almost settled though, perhaps you just wanted to make sure I couldn’t take your breath away underwater?] said that smug prick.

Taunted mercilessly I could respond with little more than a slight kick forward. He readjusted, and I got to feel him line his cock up all over again. I narrowly avoided penetration once. He would doubtfully allow me to do it again.

[All that bark and yet such little bite. I expected a bit more from you, but I suppose inside the body of such a fantastic female specimen it feels wrong of you to resist the charms of a similarly magnificent male.] he seemed to click out with laughter as I felt him line up perfectly.

My body did crave him, and my mind feared even the thought of resistance. Just the feeling of his rounded nose pressed up against my lips alone felt almost as pleasurable as an orgasm in my old body. How much better could it possibly be? Even deep down I was just a little curious. All these feelings mixed together to create inaction. I just floated there half surfaced for him. It was just the sort of response he could take advantage of.

He entered me. The prodding of his nose had been intolerably pleasant, but this...this was far greater than I expected. I was forced to let the dolphin side of my freshly installed mind take over. It was the only way to maintain even the semblance of higher though. I retreated mentally as he advanced physically. I let out a sharp whistling cry that let me see what it looked like for him to penetrate me. He seemed to go slow, latching on with his prehensile cock to slowly pull him closer to then take more of his length. It was a climb to the furthest recesses of my sex, and I was helpless to do anything but whistle and watch him take me.

Every inch that advanced inside of my body would have left me breathless if I hadn’t given over control of such things to the more accustomed part of my mind. Conscious control of my faculties was not an option. It was like watching a movie, and feeling everything that occurred like some kind of sleezy holo film. The sensations clawed at my conscious self endlessly. If the coms weren’t down I probably would have thanked Enrick for fucking me at this rate.

His belly brushed to mind and he whistled out in ecstasy. Seems like we were both enjoying things. Then I got a crash course on just how fun dolphin biology had become over all those million years of ocean life.Our sharp rigid mouths might have made blow jobs impossible, but, as is often the case with natural selection, disadvantages could lead to advantages all on there own. Case in point, my well stuffed opening could satisfy a male with a staggering amount of internal control. I could squeeze and milk him any number of ways, contort around his shaft to feel as tight or loose as he or I desired. I could have even kept him out if I knew the right way to pull myself tight, but he was already in. And I was already his. 

Either way, no thrusting was required. A much smaller scale yet intimate game was going on.I watched as my body pulled him in hard. He clicked in surprise as the first milky cloud of precum slipped free of the both of us. For some reason I wanted to brag to my real self about how amazing that bit felt. How much pride came with the first precursor to climax being delivered on my terms over his own. It spoke of this body’s skill, and my own acceptance of events. 

Enrick wasn’t having any of that. It seemed like we were hardly making love on the outside, but that was because 99% of the focus was centered entirely inside of my new sex. There truly was a game of pleasure afoot… er...afin? While I had complete control of all his cock’s surroundings, his prehensile cock made for quite the adversary. Only an Octomorph could hope to compete with his lengthy shaft, and even the most skillful of octopus lovers would have lacked the intuition as to what makes a female dolphin squirm. He knew every single button on this body of mine. As I pulled and tugged and milked his length he spent all his energy circling back and pushing each of them in turn.

His penile dexterity brought me to unrealistic plateaus of bliss. Each time he swooped away inside me to slip back and repenetrate my tightened sex I was brought to even greater heights than before. My very soul seemed to dance to the tune of his commanding flesh. An even greater hill began to emerge. He was going to win. I was going to climax first, and I was only just now figuring out the scope of how good it might feel. To the unaccustomed reader, dolphins seem to experience orgasm simultaneously, but I was quick to learn quite lewdly that their playful nature extended into their very biology. We weren’t simply having sex, we were making a race out of it.

It was a race to see who could make who finish first. Second place would follow shortly afterwards, and be left with a humiliating blush to go along with all the blissful release. It was rare for a male dolphin to have this much experience over a female before the fall of earth, and these days it was next to impossible. Enrick had set all of this up just to be that well skilled male every time, and at this point I would have paid for the privilege had the sensations been previewed to me over the net.

My body’s natural talent at coaxing males to climax made a worthy opponent of me even now, but decades of practice had ensured Enricks victory in advance. He was bringing me far more pleasure than I was able to bring to him, but I finally managed to maintain a firm hold on his cock. He couldn’t move, and I was able to squeeze around him the way my body was telling me how. For a moment I thought I stood a chance at victory, but then he surprised me.

I felt his fin slap my own. He swam down, and I remained where i was. He pulled half out and dragged me forward by his cocklength before he angled himself just the right way to spear me fully once again. Faster than before this time. My body didn’t stand a chance. My orgasm came rocketing through, and before I could cry out in pleasure his followed right afterwards. I was shot point blank with a rifle shot of cum. He fired hard and fast into my desperately clenching flesh, and I begged for more. More shots followed as the milky cloud of the blowback seemed to visually taint the water with his victory. I could do nothing but shudder around the victor’s length. He had won, and it was wonderful.

Pulling out and away he left me to bask in the post coital mental state. The cloud of his spare passion spread further around me, and I felt as though it kept the vision of my defeat hidden from the prying eyes of the universe. I felt like a half shrouded goddess, covered just barely by the leavings of the mere mortal that had bested me. The dopamine levels in these dolphin brains was off the charts. I’d been put on morphine before, and the extra dopamine receptors made sure that this felt even better than that. I tugged at the seed he left within me. There was no fighting this. Submission felt too good now. At least I was just a copy.

[Ah my dear] came the sardonic tone of Enrick’s messages [I told you, nothing but your pride would be hurt.]

I couldn’t work up the willpower to argue with him. I was much too overwhelmed to access my messaging apps. I only just managed to reject the bath of his spunk cloud by swimming down and out of it. Some part of me wanted to attack him, but a lot more of me wanted to beg for a round two. I stayed still and just watched as he swam back through the door to his private tank.

[There’s a good girl. Water does not take well to resistance, as a water dweller now you’d do well to take note. Perhaps if you are good enough I will share you with friends yes?]

[...]

[Suit yourself, I’ll be checking in after I get some work done. Perhaps we can hunt fish together. Sex after dinner is one custom I’m happy to borrow from you humans.]

[...]

Things weren’t going to change for a long time. I just sat there and watched him as the door to his office closed. The reflection stared back. She seemed happy at least.