A body

Okay, this is definitely out of place. It's a naked human corpse, specifically one of the Beautiful People. You immediately take out your talkie.

"Chief, it's Rishaad; I'm at the site."

"What do you want, a medal? Fix it!"

"Chief, it's a body."

"Get it outta the way and take it to Disposal. Do I have to think everything through for you?"

"Chief, it's a Bee-Pee body."

"Say again, Rishaad?"

"It's a BP, Chief, and he's dead. We need an extraction team down here S-A-P and you have to notify Upstairs."

BP's aren't supposed to be down here, and they aren't supposed to be dead. How did this guy get past Security, what in hell killed him, and why is he naked?

After a half-minute the Chief calls you again.

"Done, Rishaad. There's a team on the way down, ETA about twenty minutes. In the meantime, can you identify what's affecting the flow?"

"Checking now, chief."

You unwrap his legs from around the pipe and can immediately see the problem. He's got a body part stuck through a fairly large hole in the pipe. If the diameter is right, he should be pretty-well blocking it.

"You're not going to believe this, Chief."

"What is it?"

"He's fucking the flow pipe. There's a hole in it and his penis is what's constricting the Fuel path."

"Hell no!"

"Hell yes. I'm taking some pictures for evidence, then I'll try and get his sorry pecker out of there."

"Yeah. You do that, Rishaad. Let me know when you're done, and when the extraction team gets there."

You concentrate your power and manage to stop the flow in the pipe. That gives you about four minutes until pressure builds up and damages the upstream pumps. It takes two minutes and some wiggling to get his member out, especially given his death-erection. He had nearly all of fifteen centimeters in there; no wonder the damned line was constricted.

You quickly pull out a sealant patch and get it in place. You need one of the larger ones, especially since there's no sign of the slug he somehow knocked out of the neobrass pipe. Your guess is it'll show up downstream as another blockage, or maybe get caught by the filters if it's in small pieces. In any case, you get the patch spot-soldered in place in another minute and allow the Fuel to start flowing again. At least it isn't under any real pressure here.

"Okay, Chief, I'm done here; I'll bring Mr. Stiffie down to the gangway for retrieval."

"Roger, Rishaad. Contact me again to confirm pickup."

It takes some manhandling (heh) to get him down to the gangway. During the trip you get a real good look at him; it's not often you get to see a BP up close. Or naked.

The first thing you have to check is something that Para girls who work doxie Upstairs have said but you don't believe. And yet, there it is, or rather isn't. He doesn't have a vagina, even a tiny one. From scrotum to asshole his skin is smooth and unbroken. How in hell is this bastard supposed to carry a kid? Or is it true what they say about BP's? Only the women give birth; man, that's sick.

The next thing you notice is the hair. He has dark brown hair on his arms, legs, chest, scalp, even a shadow of tiny brush-bristles on his jaw. Who would want all that disgusting hair anywhere near them, let alone that mat of fur around his meat? It would be like having sex with a dust-bunny.

Other than that he looks pretty normal; no sign of what killed him, and you're going to have to prepare for Verification that it wasn't you. BP's die so seldom that they actually punish the people that kill them when it's deliberate. Must be bloody nice.

You check his body for jewelry or other items; according to stories, BP's like to wear bits of gold or silver stuck through various body parts.

That's when he moves.

"Hell!"

You try to back away from him but he's grabbed your leg. He pulls you down so you're lying on the metal grating of the gangway and grabs at your coveralls. You try hitting his hands to no effect. You try to pry his fingers open but they don't move. His flesh is cold but you can feel something fluid moving underneath it. He pulls you down and stifles your scream with his wanker, which goes right to the back of your throat and lodges against your gag reflex.

He's holding your face against his crotch with inhuman strength while his other hand fumbles with your coveralls, managing to pull them down by brute force alone. When he gets them to your knees he finally releases your head and you come up for air. As you gasp his hands take your hips and push them down until he impales you on his stick.

It hurts like hell until you start properly lubing and then it's just damned strange. His meat is cold but it's holding firm and you can feel the fluid building up inside it. His hands are bouncing your hips so you thrust in and out of him; you have no more choice in the matter than when he originally grabbed you.

You're partway there when he suddenly thrusts hard and you feel fluid pouring into you. Your ovipositor springs out sensitive and ready for action but he totally ignores it. You try to control the fluid flowing into your body but it's resisting. That doesn't happen. You scream your defiance to the world at this indignity, for all the good that does.

After over two minutes of pumping BP juice up your reproductive tract he stops. His body and his hands go limp. You check for any fluid inside him and find nothing but pooling, clotting blood.

The fluid is moving inside you. You scream and the last thing you see as you pass out is his disgusting hairy chest moving toward your face as you fall.