"Oh, Master Trev, you can't leave me permanently open like this,"
pleaded Kyle, "I mean bugs could get in, and I'll ruin my pants."
"Don't worry about the hole, Kyle. When I'm not filling it, I
programmed a living butt plug to fill it," he said with an evil grin.
Then he put his fingers to his mouth and whistled.
An odd swishing sound could be heard, then a scratching at the door,
then door swung open a bit, and something entered the room.
"Wha-a-a-t d'ya mean living butt plug?" Kyle asked nervously.
"Well, I used the Chronivac of course," Treavor said with a yawn as he
started to snore.
"And?" prompted Kyle.
Treavor just snored.
Kyle heard something under his bed move. Then there was a rustling
under the covers. An object the size of a Thermos bottle moved under
the covers toward his gaping butthole. He wanted to scream, but
apparently, the Chronivac made him know that it was where it belonged.
He felt the warmth fill his hole. He felt complete and fell asleep.
He woke with a start about three hours later. The living butt plug was
inside him. He had to find out who or what it was. He slid out of bed
and headed to the Chronivac. "I may not be able access your or my
archetypes Treavor, but I can find out who or what now calls my ass
home."
He yawned. Then his jaw dropped as he read about the creature that now
lived in his colon.