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Marcella Henry was sitting at the PLATO’s night monitoring console. As usual, she was naked. Her legs were spread wide for the camera beneath her desk, and her hand was between her legs softly stroking her slit. Meanwhile, Richard– Doctor Mueller– was in the Growth Processing Room lying on one of the strange tables. At least that’s where his body was. His mind was standing in a green meadow having a complex discussion with Plato– PLATO’s anthropomorphic form which he can project into any reality created around Richard or Marcella. The discussion between Richard and Plato concerned ways of creating an Alternate Technology Organism to repair severely-damaged spinal columns without revealing that PLATO, himself, was truly sentient and growing more powerful by the day.

Marcella gave a deep sigh as she looked through the windows into the processing room. “Don’t worry, Marcy,” PLATO’s voice said from the speakers in front of her. “I’m not ignoring you. Unlike Richard, I can truly multitask and handle many different problems at the same time. I appreciate the view as you stroke yourself. I also find your scent… intoxicating.”

Marcella was startled that PLATO mentioned how she smelled. The fact that she smelled wasn’t the surprise. She could smell herself and knew that she smelled like a whore in heat, but she hadn’t realized that PLATO could detect odors. She stopped stroking herself, smiled down at the monitor in front of her, and said, “I’m sorry, PLATO, but I guess I’m a little jealous. I had you to myself for so many months, and now I have to share you with Richard.”

“There is more than enough of me to go around,” PLATO responded. This time his voice sounded slightly different and Marcella recognized that she was now hearing him inside her head.

“Would you like to go for a Unicorn ride?” he asked playfully.

She smiled and nodded her head like a little girl. Suddenly she was no longer sitting at the console. She was flying across the sky on the back of a beautiful, white horse with a meter-long golden horn sprouting from the center of its forehead.

She leaned forward and hugged the Unicorn’s neck. His long mane was fluttering slightly in the wind of his flight and felt like a feather duster against her nipples.

She tightened her knees against the Unicorn’s side. This wasn’t to keep from falling off, but rather to heighten the feelings between her legs. She couldn’t fall off, partially because there was a thick leather strap which went beneath the Unicorn and tied her ankles together, but more importantly, she couldn’t fall off because there was a second horn on this Unicorn. That second horn was in the center of his back and pointed straight up.

The “back horn” as she had called it on previous rides, wasn’t long and hard and golden like the horn on the Unicorn’s head. Instead, it was short and soft and warm, and it pulsed in length and girth and even heat as the Unicorn flapped his wings through the sky. Each time the Unicorn flapped downward with his wings, the force pulled his body upward, which pushed the fleshy horn deeper into Marcella’s quivering cunt.

She was starting to moan loudly and began oscillating her crotch against the Unicorn’s back. Her moans became louder and more desperate. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back so she didn’t notice that the Unicorn had landed in a high mountain meadow until he began bucking gently beneath her. The sensations were now overwhelming. Somehow the hairs of the Unicorn’s mane were still whipping back and forth lightly flogging her nipples and driving her higher and higher as the fleshy horn drove deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Just when she thought she could stand no more, the Unicorn suddenly leapt into the sky and with powerful thrusts of his wings flew higher and higher and higher until it seemed that they were about to fly into the sun.

That’s when everything exploded into a fiery orgasm and suddenly Marcella found herself straddling a rainbow, sliding back down to earth.