As I exit, Stephanie's lower lips visibly shudder as she calls out in joy on the com. It's quite a show.
I cast Fly on myself, feel my chest tighten slightly, and get a bit away to get a good look:
Yes, she's changed on the outside, too. She is… slightly better proportioned than her avatar. But still: She is an obvious human female with cartoonish proportions, scaled up to starship size. Her hips are a good sixty feet wide and just as tall, QUICKLY narrowing down to a waist that's maybe twenty feet in diameter, spreading out to a torso that's a more reasonable thirty feet wide… discounting her knockers, which have about as much volume as the rest of her: It's ridiculous. I honestly have no idea how she's still a viable base frame… if she is at all.
And she still looks like she's sucking off the station.
Regardless, I have work to do: I fly down to her buttocks (quite smackable) and speak through the com, “I dub thee Stephanie Steel, may you forever fly the stars!” and break the bottle (by smacking it against her rear, obviously). The impact sends glass shards and champagne flying through space, as well as ripples through Stephanie's backside.
“Ooh, spank me again…” Great: My ship likes that. I guess I'll need a paddle at some point. A really, really big one.
“I'll be back in shortly,” I give the orders over the com, “please file the appropriate name change paperwork. Also, please begin preparations to leave the station; I'll be looking for a suitable cargo gig.”
“Yes captain,” at least she's obedient.
I tickle her lower lips as I enter the ship, and watch as they writhe in response, and I hear Stephanie moaning over the com. Pushing them aside with my hands to enter the actual airlock behind them. As the doors close behind me and the air is pumped in, I consider, “Stephanie, can you actually feel it when I touch your new exterior?”
“Oh yes,” comes her reply, “I've never had a sense of touch before… damage sensors just aren't the same. You humanoids have it SOOO GOOD. Thank you for your blessing ”
This gives me some serious pause, so I check with my pink companion: How in the world does this WORK?
“The soul binds to the body, and we change the soul. The body is bound to the soul, and as this world has magic the body is dragged along for the ride, changing to match the soul.” I feel like she's explaining to a toddler… but I'm the toddler.
Right, OK, so… what happens when I make a modification; repaint the interior, add a weapons blister, something like that?
“Then once she accepts it as a part of her, her soul will occupy it,” thanks for being patient, Patricia, I do have somewhere I'm going with this, “and then it will join in getting dragged along.”
Okay, that's good… What about something a bit more complete, like transferring her to an entirely different frame?
“The same applies, it'll just take longer for her to accept it, I imagine.” That's good to hear.
And what about the old chassis?
“That… would stay as it is, mostly. Without the connection it wouldn't feel anymore, nor move as easily…” she seems curious, “What are you thinking?”
Oh, that. A Pioneer is a fine base frame for us for now, but it can only handle a very small crew and has very little in the way of expansion bays for cargo and other things: Eventually, we'll outgrow it. When we do, I want to bring Stephanie with us, and I want to know whether or not I'll be cheating the collector I'm sure I'll be able to find during the trade.
“Ah. Well, whoever purchases the corpse will be able to enjoy the empty shell: It won't change visibly.” Thank you Patricia.
As Stephanie finishes pumping air in, I open the inner airlock doors and enter the ship proper. Hmm… this would go much faster if we simply didn't bother with air on the ship… but then I couldn't do things like “take a bath” as the water would boil off immediately… and it doesn't really cost much.
I head to the bridge, and use my com to search the local infosphere for jobs; this is a mining station, I'm sure someone has … there we go. A consignment of ore to an out of the way colony, small enough and far enough that it hasn't been picked up by the big shipping companies due to not being worth sending the larger ships for the long trip and small shipment size. As I don't have a crew to pay, and a small hold, it works fine for me.
I take the job, message the company that I'd like to ship out as soon as possible. I get a reply back immediately: That suits them just fine, they’re tired of the storage fees. The give me the dock number for loading, which I forward to Stephanie, and a few minutes later, she's backing up into another company's rented berth, so that the cargo can be loaded straight into the bay.
Which is a horrible, wonderful mistake.
Before, Stephanie looked like she was sucking off the station. Now? The boarding tube isn't going into her mouth, but her other set of lips.
And she SO lets me know it.
“Be gentle… it's my first time since the upgrade.”
“It's so big…”
“Ooh, it's going in…”
“The station is filling me up…”
“Ooh… this feels so nice… and we get paid for this?”
“YES! YES! MORE! MORE! FASTER! HARDER!”
“YEEESSS!”
And on, and on, and on. It doesn't end until the cargo bay is full… which takes a while. It seems the loaders are… distracted… and keep crashing the forklifts into each other. It turns out that Stephanie is on a group channel with them in case they need her to do anything specific, or vice versa. Yeah, it’s a mess... but they do get the job done, eventually.
As soon as they're done loading, we go through the normal checklists for leaving the station - close the airlock doors, confirm air pressure, confirm ship power, disconnect the hardline umbilical to the station… huh, a lot of data went over that - all incoming; strange… coordinate with the station to join traffic, et cetera. We then fly a decent distance from the station, chart a passage (Stephanie handles that, I have no ranks in piloting... at the moment, I do have a flex skill), hold in place long enough to power the drift engine, and we're off.
At which point… “Stephanie, stealth protocol. Don't be seen, and stay out of range of everyone's sensors as we travel. I don't want trouble, we're not equipped for it. Otherwise… stay on course and let me know if anything interesting comes up. I need to go relax….”
“Certainly captain, take care of yourself. Your needs come first, and I… to my shame… came at the loading dock. Several times.” Yes, I heard. Everyone did. It's why I have some scrapes to buff out of your cargo bay.
“That's fine.” Or at least, I'm not going to complain; it was very entertaining, “Also… after I've had a chance to unwind, I think I'm going to run some diagnostics on you. In addition to the cargo, you took on a lot of data. I just want to make sure you don't have a virus or anything.”
“Oh, I feel fine, Captain Alex. More than fine. Sublime. Like I am doing exactly what I was made to do.” Good to hear, Stephanie.
“Anyway…I'll be in my room, Invisibly,” and I mean that, “so just speak into the room if you need me.”
“Yes sir.”
I go to my room, and - as I need to go a bit further down the path anyway to get any relief (my normal form still has no genetalia), I cast a few spells on myself: Invisibility Sphere, Protection From Energy (Fire), Protection From Energy (cold), and Protection From Energy(Electricity)... only the first actually matters (it makes me invisible): The others are simply there to push me far enough to get some, and have a decent duration, but they offer strong protection against elemental damage. Invisibility Sphere, however, makes me invisible, which triggers Undetectable on my Mythic ring: Theoretically, NOTHING gives away my location.
So I draw a bath, strip down, and soak in the tub… oh, and those bubble jets feel REALLY good when they hit the right spots… and “relax” for a while. I end up renewing my invisibility a few times - it only lasts six minutes per casting right now… I can fix that to “forever” next level. You know, when I'll be permanently a woman. Null if I drop the Mythic.
Ugh. Well that thought ruined the afterglow.
But I have work to do anyway. There was a reason for the daily inspections on the last ship, and it's still valid here: You do NOT want a starship to break down in transit. So: You check. Everything. Obsessively. This is a new ship, so I make a list, set up a rotation of things to check… and then go through it all.
And thus, I establish the routine I plan to follow for the remainder of the trip: Seventeen days.
As I exit, Stephanie's lower lips visibly shudder as she calls out in joy on the com. It's quite a show.
I cast Fly on myself, feel my chest tighten slightly, and get a bit away to get a good look:
Yes, she's changed on the outside, too. She is… slightly better proportioned than her avatar. But still: She is an obvious human female with cartoonish proportions, scaled up to starship size. Her hips are a good sixty feet wide and just as tall, QUICKLY narrowing down to a waist that's maybe twenty feet in diameter, spreading out to a torso that's a more reasonable thirty feet wide… discounting her knockers, which have about as much volume as the rest of her: It's ridiculous. I honestly have no idea how she's still a viable base frame… if she is at all.
And she still looks like she's sucking off the station.
Regardless, I have work to do: I fly down to her buttocks (quite smackable) and speak through the com, “I dub thee Stephanie Steel, may you forever fly the stars!” and break the bottle (by smacking it against her rear, obviously). The impact sends glass shards and champagne flying through space, as well as ripples through Stephanie's backside.
“Ooh, spank me again…” Great: My ship likes that. I guess I'll need a paddle at some point. A really, really big one.
“I'll be back in shortly,” I give the orders over the com, “please file the appropriate name change paperwork. Also, please begin preparations to leave the station; I'll be looking for a suitable cargo gig.”
“Yes captain,” at least she's obedient.
I tickle her lower lips as I enter the ship, and watch as they writhe in response, and I hear Stephanie moaning over the com. Pushing them aside with my hands to enter the actual airlock behind them. As the doors close behind me and the air is pumped in, I consider, “Stephanie, can you actually feel it when I touch your new exterior?”
“Oh yes,” comes her reply, “I've never had a sense of touch before… damage sensors just aren't the same. You humanoids have it SOOO GOOD. Thank you for your blessing ”
This gives me some serious pause, so I check with my pink companion: How in the world does this WORK?
“The soul binds to the body, and we change the soul. The body is bound to the soul, and as this world has magic the body is dragged along for the ride, changing to match the soul.” I feel like she's explaining to a toddler… but I'm the toddler.
Right, OK, so… what happens when I make a modification; repaint the interior, add a weapons blister, something like that?
“Then once she accepts it as a part of her, her soul will occupy it,” thanks for being patient, Patricia, I do have somewhere I'm going with this, “and then it will join in getting dragged along.”
Okay, that's good… What about something a bit more complete, like transferring her to an entirely different frame?
“The same applies, it'll just take longer for her to accept it, I imagine.” That's good to hear.
And what about the old chassis?
“That… would stay as it is, mostly. Without the connection it wouldn't feel anymore, nor move as easily…” she seems curious, “What are you thinking?”
Oh, that. A Pioneer is a fine base frame for us for now, but it can only handle a very small crew and has very little in the way of expansion bays for cargo and other things: Eventually, we'll outgrow it. When we do, I want to bring Stephanie with us, and I want to know whether or not I'll be cheating the collector I'm sure I'll be able to find during the trade.
“Ah. Well, whoever purchases the corpse will be able to enjoy the empty shell: It won't change visibly.” Thank you Patricia.
As Stephanie finishes pumping air in, I open the inner airlock doors and enter the ship proper. Hmm… this would go much faster if we simply didn't bother with air on the ship… but then I couldn't do things like “take a bath” as the water would boil off immediately… and it doesn't really cost much.
I head to the bridge, and use my com to search the local infosphere for jobs; this is a mining station, I'm sure someone has … there we go. A consignment of ore to an out of the way colony, small enough and far enough that it hasn't been picked up by the big shipping companies due to not being worth sending the larger ships for the long trip and small shipment size. As I don't have a crew to pay, and a small hold, it works fine for me.
I take the job, message the company that I'd like to ship out as soon as possible. I get a reply back immediately: That suits them just fine, they’re tired of the storage fees. The give me the dock number for loading, which I forward to Stephanie, and a few minutes later, she's backing up into another company's rented berth, so that the cargo can be loaded straight into the bay.
Which is a horrible, wonderful mistake.
Before, Stephanie looked like she was sucking off the station. Now? The boarding tube isn't going into her mouth, but her other set of lips.
And she SO lets me know it.
“Be gentle… it's my first time since the upgrade.”
“It's so big…”
“Ooh, it's going in…”
“The station is filling me up…”
“Ooh… this feels so nice… and we get paid for this?”
“YES! YES! MORE! MORE! FASTER! HARDER!”
“YEEESSS!”
And on, and on, and on. It doesn't end until the cargo bay is full… which takes a while. It seems the loaders are… distracted… and keep crashing the forklifts into each other. It turns out that Stephanie is on a group channel with them in case they need her to do anything specific, or vice versa. Yeah, it’s a mess... but they do get the job done, eventually.
As soon as they're done loading, we go through the normal checklists for leaving the station - close the airlock doors, confirm air pressure, confirm ship power, disconnect the hardline umbilical to the station… huh, a lot of data went over that - all incoming; strange… coordinate with the station to join traffic, et cetera. We then fly a decent distance from the station, chart a passage (Stephanie handles that, I have no ranks in piloting... at the moment, I do have a flex skill), hold in place long enough to power the drift engine, and we're off.
At which point… “Stephanie, stealth protocol. Don't be seen, and stay out of range of everyone's sensors as we travel. I don't want trouble, we're not equipped for it. Otherwise… stay on course and let me know if anything interesting comes up. I need to go relax….”
“Certainly captain, take care of yourself. Your needs come first, and I… to my shame… came at the loading dock. Several times.” Yes, I heard. Everyone did. It's why I have some scrapes to buff out of your cargo bay.
“That's fine.” Or at least, I'm not going to complain; it was very entertaining, “Also… after I've had a chance to unwind, I think I'm going to run some diagnostics on you. In addition to the cargo, you took on a lot of data. I just want to make sure you don't have a virus or anything.”
“Oh, I feel fine, Captain Alex. More than fine. Sublime. Like I am doing exactly what I was made to do.” Good to hear, Stephanie.
“Anyway…I'll be in my room, Invisibly,” and I mean that, “so just speak into the room if you need me.”
“Yes sir.”
I go to my room, and - as I need to go a bit further down the path anyway to get any relief (my normal form still has no genetalia), I cast a few spells on myself: Invisibility Sphere, Protection From Energy (Fire), Protection From Energy (cold), and Protection From Energy(Electricity)... only the first actually matters (it makes me invisible): The others are simply there to push me far enough to get some, and have a decent duration, but they offer strong protection against elemental damage. Invisibility Sphere, however, makes me invisible, which triggers Undetectable on my Mythic ring: Theoretically, NOTHING gives away my location.
So I draw a bath, strip down, and soak in the tub… oh, and those bubble jets feel REALLY good when they hit the right spots… and “relax” for a while. I end up renewing my invisibility a few times - it only lasts six minutes per casting right now… I can fix that to “forever” next level. You know, when I'll be permanently a woman. Null if I drop the Mythic.
Ugh. Well that thought ruined the afterglow.
But I have work to do anyway. There was a reason for the daily inspections on the last ship, and it's still valid here: You do NOT want a starship to break down in transit. So: You check. Everything. Obsessively. This is a new ship, so I make a list, set up a rotation of things to check… and then go through it all.
And thus, I establish the routine I plan to follow for the remainder of the trip: Seventeen days.
