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anything sexual in it for her, but they’d got intimate awfully fast and pictures of a future he never expected to see were scrolling up into the present.
    “Push it in slowly. I had a shit before, so it should be clear.”
    Steven eased the probe in. The light glowed through her ass briefly, then it went deeper and the disc on the screen focused. A close tunnel of yellowish gut bulged fatly in from the edge of the picture, its center shadowed, beyond the reach of the light. The probe slid smoothly for a few inches then hit a bend. A head-on view of colon wall filled the disc, so brightly illuminated that the dark veins beneath the surface were visible. Lucy tensed and sucked air.
    “Sorry.”
    “You can steer it with those handles.”
    Where the probe became a solid haft there were two steel loops like the rings on an old-fashioned syringe. By pulling back on one or the other of these, Steven found he could twist the head of the probe enough to guide it around the curve and into the next section of bowel. Here the gut lining was more corrugated and the folds were crusted with hard deposits of shit.
    Lucy made a noise. “Jesus, that’s disgusting. Even dumping doesn’t get you clean.” She shook her head sadly. “My parents used to tell me to be happy. What a fucking joke. How can there be any happiness with filth like that rotting away inside? You’ve got to be clean to be happy. Go on, push it further.”
    “Isn’t that what you’re looking for?”
    Steven was more interested in watching the probe disappear into her hole than in the image on the screen.
    “Fuck no, that stuff just comes from food. The real poison comes out of your head. All your fuck-ups and sadnesses and fears drop down like some sort of brainshit into your guts and build up there. That’s what really fucks you up. I told you before.”
    Lucy had over a foot and a half of the probe in her now and her teeth were clenching against pain. Steven bent the endoscope through a particularly tricky twist of colon and slid it forward another few inches. The blunt head of a turd blocked the way, like an animal in its lair.
    “Jesus fuck, not more already.”
    “Do you want me to push it through?”
    “Can’t. It’ll smear the lens and you won’t see anything. Leave it there, I want to look at it.”
    Steven let go of the probe carefully and leaned back to get a better view of the rod sticking out of her. He stroked the skin around her cunt, she didn’t turn.
    “We can look in you after, if you want.”
    “Huh?”
    “You’ll have poison inside you too. The only way to get normal is to find it and cut it out.”
    He slid his middle finger into her cunt, she was wet and she pushed against him.
    “It’s too late for normal.”
    He got his cock out and stuck it in her. He had to bend the probe out of the way and the picture shifted slightly.
    “Keep it where it was.”
    She sounded urgent so he twisted the thing until the shit was center screen again, snouting blindly into the glare of the endoscope.
    The picture vibrated as Steven pumped, but Lucy was locked in on it too tightly to complain. He watched his dick plough between red flaps of skin and thought he could feel the hard line of the probe pressing against him through a layer of internal meat. Near the end Lucy started to moan.
    When it was over he pulled the probe out of her ass and she cleaned the streaks of shit and intestinal mucus off it with a handful of tissue. She held the stained paper to her nose.
    “Fuck, it stinks.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

    S teven thought it might happen straightaway, that the fucking might magically bring into existence around him the world of his TV dreaming. But Lucy lay down on the floor, in a cold draft from an open window, and fell asleep without speaking to him. So he went back to his room and the TV and Dog in the corner with a dog smile so happy to see him, and lay naked under his torn blanket, lifting and lowering it, puffing out the fish stink of his