My heart is fluttering in my chest, and I hide the little box I had my summon make as I answer the chime, “Come on in, Star and Ocean.”
Stephanie opens the door (all the doors on ship are computer controlled, although they do have local manual overrides and physical locks), and… ah, cool: They're dressed. I wonder where they got clothes that fit on… ah. We didn't sell the armor from the raid, they probably asked Stephanie to have a summon adjust them… it doesn't take too long, after all.
Ocean speaks first, “Thank you for entertaining our request, my goddess.”
“What do you desire of us?” Star finishes.
I wave them in, “Come in, sit down, we'll discuss that,” they do, and I begin speaking, “There's a few things I want.”
“Name them,” Star starts this time.
“Anything within our power,” continues Ocean.
“Survival is going to be tricky without your power,” Star keeps it up.
“So it'll be worth it,” Ocean finishes.
I nod, “First up, I want six years of loyal service.”
“Done,” they say in unison.
I raise an eyebrow, “So easily?”
Ocean starts off, “You’re generally a nice boss…”
“...provided you're treated with respect…” Star continues.
“...and folks sign off on CENTURIES of service to the necrovite rulers of Eox…” Ocean keeps up the sentence.
Star's turn, “...for a ‘life’ of eternal undeath; which stops aging at a horrible price, a twisted and pale shadow of what you have granted others already.” He laughs…
… along with Ocean, who continues, “So six years of service is an absolute bargain in comparison to any other options…”
“...not that there really are any, as it’s not old age that frightens us; we won’t suffer from that,” completes Star.
“Ah,” I… don't get that, but okay… “also, umm…” my cheeks are burning. Does that mean I'm blushing?
“It's all the way up to your ears,” Patricia reports, “But while I absolutely support your decision here…”
Stuff it. I'm doing this for me.
“I tried…” she does obey, though.
“I… also want to make sure you’re aware of consequences,” They need to be. Yes, that’s the reason I’m putting off the other thing.
Star steps in, “We’re going to become female. Massively so, and soul-deep.”
Ocean continues, “It’s a form of soul damage, and can only be fixed by way of restorative magic from someone other than you.”
Star continues, “And we’re going to have our kinks reversed - if we like giant jiggling jugs on a woman, we’ll want them for ourselves.”
Ocean picks back up, “If we’re into big bouncing butts, we’ll end up wanting to have a colossal caboose.”
Star’s turn, “But irrespective of all that, by the time we’ve had a proper immortality treatment, we’ll ABSOLUTELY like men…”
“...and be very exaggerated, with very intense desires,” Ocean’s aware it’ll be turned up to eleven, “to the point where we probably won’t be able to turn a man down.”
“Women either,” Star adds, “based on Stepanie’s behavior, and her observations of everyone else you’ve affected.”
“...and we’ll get pregnant very easily to boot; but based on those same observations,” Ocean seems to be winding down.
“We’ll REALLY enjoy it,” they both say in unison.
Okay, yes, they were definitely prepared for that question, so I guess… “And one other thing…” I take a breath… not that I need oxygen, so it really doesn’t help.
“Anything,” again, they’re speaking in unison. Is that a twin thing? I think it’s a twin thing. It might just be a ‘them’ thing, though.
“I…” Okay, here it goes, I can’t put it off any longer, much as I might want to, “...want to try out your masculinity, before I get rid of it.”
They look at each other, and blink a few times.
Oh. Oh no… “I’m… not going to insist on that one,” I start backpedaling, “I’m really fine with just the first couple, that last is just something I want, I’m not going to require you to whore yourselves out… to get your….”
They turn back to me, “Oh, that’s not a problem…” Ocean begins.
“...we just weren’t expecting that one…” Star explains.
“...because some of the memories we have from Stephanie…” Ocean keeps up.
“...include information about you being physically male at one point…” Star picks up.
“...and you’ve clearly been avoiding ‘intimate contact’ with men…” Ocean adds.
“...and you’ve been clearly uncomfortable with anything resembling it…” Star continues.
“...so while that request took us completely by surprise…” Ocean supplements.
“...we ENJOY sticking it in women’s holes…” Star is getting a bit flushed; an odd reaction, given that he doesn’t actually HAVE blood.
“...pumping it in and out, getting sucked…” and Ocean’s breath is quickening, not that he actually needs to breath.
“...sticking it between those big chest pillows…” Star is closing his eyes a bit, and licking his lips… simulated behavior from modeling organic people?
“...sucking on those same baby feeders, enjoying the sweet nectar they produce…” Ocean has his eyes fully closed, and he’s moving his hips already; maybe it’s inherited behavior from the cycle of souls?
“...releasing our seed all over a bare bosom…” Star’s also shifting in his seat. I suppose the why of it all doesn’t matter.
“...on a face, a stomach, rear cheeks…” Ocean groans deeply. They’re clearly having honest reactions.
“...or inside a throat, sphincter, or baby bakery…” Star does as well. And I can absolutely relate to their state.
“...our seed seeking solace with an egg…” Ocean start to open his eyes, so now they’re half-lidded.
“...not that we actually produce any, as our smaller units aren’t even slightly organic…” Star sighs.
“...one on one, threesomes, harems, gangbangs, poly piles…” there’s no mistaking it: Ocean is definitely into this conversation as well.
“...participating or observing; vanilla, domming, or subbing…” Star starts to open his eyes again as well.
“...as long as it’s willing, it all ended up in our psyches…” Ocean hmms in pleasure.
“...so we’d do THAT for you regardless of anything else.” Star completes that sentence, and they pause momentarily.
Then Star and Ocean open their eyes fully and look DEEPLY into mine “WE LOVE IT ALL.”
They’re going to come out as supreme sluts… but I think they know that; I suppose they already are, other than the gender load on the term, “Enough words, then….”
I lean forward and grab the back of Ocean’s head, kissing him on the mouth… his lips have a slightly bumpy texture to them; he sticks his tongue down my throat, and I part my teeth to let him in, hearing a feminine moan…
“That’s you,” Patricia informs me, “but you really should know…” shush.
I dismiss my Eidolon and my illusion as Star reaches over and starts removing my gear, which I allow… after all, I’m working on Ocean’s, I asked for this, and they agreed… about the time I have his hairless, muscled chest bare, I find they’ve been working together; I’m nude, my funbags flowing freely (‘down’ to a high side 34G, with the removal of my illusionary appearance… still a good six inches across each). Ocean picks me up and takes me over to my bed as I trace his muscles, feeling the tiny bumps that are an artifact of the hexagonal construction of his exterior. By the time we arrive (I have a pretty big cabin), Star has stripped entirely, his technically-not-meat male member at attention, standing proudly up to his chin. Ocean lays me down on the bed and starts getting his pants off, I hand Star the box, and he chuckles while putting on the rubber before he sticks it in my dripping hole and starts pumping back and forth, filling me up.
It feels good, and he fills me completely, but… “All of your knowledge of this is from adult holovids, isn’t it?” Star pauses mid stroke, and Ocean actually trips over his pants, landing face-first on the bed.
“Oh not at all…” Star answers.
Ocean pushes himself back up, “...we had sixteen hours of practical experience just yesterday…”.
“...and Euler, Linda, Stephanie, and Cowbird clearly enjoyed our skills immensely…” Star wiggles his eyebrows.
“...and repeatedly,” completes Ocean.
I roll my eyes, “They are SO far into the realm of fantasy that anything will set them off, that really doesn’t count. That explains it though; holovids are a fundamentally visual and auditory medium, so they take pains to let the viewer SEE and HEAR everything, as those are the only options they have with that medium. That’s the lesser part of the real deal, however. Here…” I reach up and pull Star down, squeezing his chest against mine, my milk wetting his chest, “...a lot of the pleasure from these activities actually comes from TOUCH, which is barely represented at all in the shows. You need to hold me, squeeze me, run your hands down my back and squeeze my caboose, kiss me, lick me, and so on; the more skin-to-skin, the better,” I turn to look at Ocean, “And put a rubber on. I know you don’t produce seed, but I’m not taking any chances.”
“Actually…” Patricia starts, but I interrupt: SHUT. UP.
“Okay…” they say in unison… and things feel much better after that. I roll us over and ride Star while Ocean slips up my rear… which is apparently lubricated? That can’t be normal… feels nice, though… and they both start pumping. Star reaches down and grabs my rear cheeks, squeezing and massaging them, his hard chisled chest pressed against my sumptuous softness, while Ocean presses his perfect pecs into my back, reaching down and takes control of my ta-ta’s, spilling my mammaries’ milk on Star. They get into a good rhythm, Star pushing in while Ocean pulls back and Star pulling back while Ocean pushes in, myself in the middle of a synthetic sandwich. The pleasure builds, and I'm soon enjoying an earthquake in my middle… which only subsides slightly before the next, which pushes me higher. About the third time I go off, both of them thrust hard and hold me down, hilting themselves in me as they grunt.
The brothers then trade positions (and rubbers, at my only mildly coherent insistence), and we do it again… and then try it standing, followed by… something, I get a bit lost in pleasure.
When my mind starts aching for something a bit more intellectual and brings me out of the hedonistic haze, I find I'm tasting latex while viewing Ocean’s slightly pixelated sack, his rod hilted in my throat… wait, that thing's like three feet long… how?
“That's my influence,” Patricia informs me.
Ah, right, physics don't apply to a fantasy… a tongue tickling my folds, and hips slapping my very padded rear as someone's massive boner (presumably Star’s) pistons in and out of my rear, while a pair of hands squeezes my milk onto the bed.
Hmm. My mouth is full… we're traveling, so teleportation is a bad idea… ah; I cast a quick illusion of myself via the Major Image spell, and have it speak for me: “Okay you two, I've had enough for now.”
They pause a moment, then disengage, the twins’ synthetic stirring sticks slipping out of my holes with a slurping sound, still coated in latex, and I head to the bathroom, leaving the door open as I shower.
“That was amazing, thank you,” I let them look as I wash, “please wash up; I'll need to buff both the big and small bodies at the same time; who wants to go first?”
They both elect to join me in the shower. And we do get clean…
…eventually.
My heart is fluttering in my chest, and I hide the little box I had my summon make as I answer the chime, “Come on in, Star and Ocean.”
Stephanie opens the door (all the doors on ship are computer controlled, although they do have local manual overrides and physical locks), and… ah, cool: They're dressed. I wonder where they got clothes that fit on… ah. We didn't sell the armor from the raid, they probably asked Stephanie to have a summon adjust them… it doesn't take too long, after all.
Ocean speaks first, “Thank you for entertaining our request, my goddess.”
“What do you desire of us?” Star finishes.
I wave them in, “Come in, sit down, we'll discuss that,” they do, and I begin speaking, “There's a few things I want.”
“Name them,” Star starts this time.
“Anything within our power,” continues Ocean.
“Survival is going to be tricky without your power,” Star keeps it up.
“So it'll be worth it,” Ocean finishes.
I nod, “First up, I want six years of loyal service.”
“Done,” they say in unison.
I raise an eyebrow, “So easily?”
Ocean starts off, “You’re generally a nice boss…”
“...provided you're treated with respect…” Star continues.
“...and folks sign off on CENTURIES of service to the necrovite rulers of Eox…” Ocean keeps up the sentence.
Star's turn, “...for a ‘life’ of eternal undeath; which stops aging at a horrible price, a twisted and pale shadow of what you have granted others already.” He laughs…
… along with Ocean, who continues, “So six years of service is an absolute bargain in comparison to any other options…”
“...not that there really are any, as it’s not old age that frightens us; we won’t suffer from that,” completes Star.
“Ah,” I… don't get that, but okay… “also, umm…” my cheeks are burning. Does that mean I'm blushing?
“It's all the way up to your ears,” Patricia reports, “But while I absolutely support your decision here…”
Stuff it. I'm doing this for me.
“I tried…” she does obey, though.
“I… also want to make sure you’re aware of consequences,” They need to be. Yes, that’s the reason I’m putting off the other thing.
Star steps in, “We’re going to become female. Massively so, and soul-deep.”
Ocean continues, “It’s a form of soul damage, and can only be fixed by way of restorative magic from someone other than you.”
Star continues, “And we’re going to have our kinks reversed - if we like giant jiggling jugs on a woman, we’ll want them for ourselves.”
Ocean picks back up, “If we’re into big bouncing butts, we’ll end up wanting to have a colossal caboose.”
Star’s turn, “But irrespective of all that, by the time we’ve had a proper immortality treatment, we’ll ABSOLUTELY like men…”
“...and be very exaggerated, with very intense desires,” Ocean’s aware it’ll be turned up to eleven, “to the point where we probably won’t be able to turn a man down.”
“Women either,” Star adds, “based on Stepanie’s behavior, and her observations of everyone else you’ve affected.”
“...and we’ll get pregnant very easily to boot; but based on those same observations,” Ocean seems to be winding down.
“We’ll REALLY enjoy it,” they both say in unison.
Okay, yes, they were definitely prepared for that question, so I guess… “And one other thing…” I take a breath… not that I need oxygen, so it really doesn’t help.
“Anything,” again, they’re speaking in unison. Is that a twin thing? I think it’s a twin thing. It might just be a ‘them’ thing, though.
“I…” Okay, here it goes, I can’t put it off any longer, much as I might want to, “...want to try out your masculinity, before I get rid of it.”
They look at each other, and blink a few times.
Oh. Oh no… “I’m… not going to insist on that one,” I start backpedaling, “I’m really fine with just the first couple, that last is just something I want, I’m not going to require you to whore yourselves out… to get your….”
They turn back to me, “Oh, that’s not a problem…” Ocean begins.
“...we just weren’t expecting that one…” Star explains.
“...because some of the memories we have from Stephanie…” Ocean keeps up.
“...include information about you being physically male at one point…” Star picks up.
“...and you’ve clearly been avoiding ‘intimate contact’ with men…” Ocean adds.
“...and you’ve been clearly uncomfortable with anything resembling it…” Star continues.
“...so while that request took us completely by surprise…” Ocean supplements.
“...we ENJOY sticking it in women’s holes…” Star is getting a bit flushed; an odd reaction, given that he doesn’t actually HAVE blood.
“...pumping it in and out, getting sucked…” and Ocean’s breath is quickening, not that he actually needs to breath.
“...sticking it between those big chest pillows…” Star is closing his eyes a bit, and licking his lips… simulated behavior from modeling organic people?
“...sucking on those same baby feeders, enjoying the sweet nectar they produce…” Ocean has his eyes fully closed, and he’s moving his hips already; maybe it’s inherited behavior from the cycle of souls?
“...releasing our seed all over a bare bosom…” Star’s also shifting in his seat. I suppose the why of it all doesn’t matter.
“...on a face, a stomach, rear cheeks…” Ocean groans deeply. They’re clearly having honest reactions.
“...or inside a throat, sphincter, or baby bakery…” Star does as well. And I can absolutely relate to their state.
“...our seed seeking solace with an egg…” Ocean start to open his eyes, so now they’re half-lidded.
“...not that we actually produce any, as our smaller units aren’t even slightly organic…” Star sighs.
“...one on one, threesomes, harems, gangbangs, poly piles…” there’s no mistaking it: Ocean is definitely into this conversation as well.
“...participating or observing; vanilla, domming, or subbing…” Star starts to open his eyes again as well.
“...as long as it’s willing, it all ended up in our psyches…” Ocean hmms in pleasure.
“...so we’d do THAT for you regardless of anything else.” Star completes that sentence, and they pause momentarily.
Then Star and Ocean open their eyes fully and look DEEPLY into mine “WE LOVE IT ALL.”
They’re going to come out as supreme sluts… but I think they know that; I suppose they already are, other than the gender load on the term, “Enough words, then….”
I lean forward and grab the back of Ocean’s head, kissing him on the mouth… his lips have a slightly bumpy texture to them; he sticks his tongue down my throat, and I part my teeth to let him in, hearing a feminine moan…
“That’s you,” Patricia informs me, “but you really should know…” shush.
I dismiss my Eidolon and my illusion as Star reaches over and starts removing my gear, which I allow… after all, I’m working on Ocean’s, I asked for this, and they agreed… about the time I have his hairless, muscled chest bare, I find they’ve been working together; I’m nude, my funbags flowing freely (‘down’ to a high side 34G, with the removal of my illusionary appearance… still a good six inches across each). Ocean picks me up and takes me over to my bed as I trace his muscles, feeling the tiny bumps that are an artifact of the hexagonal construction of his exterior. By the time we arrive (I have a pretty big cabin), Star has stripped entirely, his technically-not-meat male member at attention, standing proudly up to his chin. Ocean lays me down on the bed and starts getting his pants off, I hand Star the box, and he chuckles while putting on the rubber before he sticks it in my dripping hole and starts pumping back and forth, filling me up.
It feels good, and he fills me completely, but… “All of your knowledge of this is from adult holovids, isn’t it?” Star pauses mid stroke, and Ocean actually trips over his pants, landing face-first on the bed.
“Oh not at all…” Star answers.
Ocean pushes himself back up, “...we had sixteen hours of practical experience just yesterday…”.
“...and Euler, Linda, Stephanie, and Cowbird clearly enjoyed our skills immensely…” Star wiggles his eyebrows.
“...and repeatedly,” completes Ocean.
I roll my eyes, “They are SO far into the realm of fantasy that anything will set them off, that really doesn’t count. That explains it though; holovids are a fundamentally visual and auditory medium, so they take pains to let the viewer SEE and HEAR everything, as those are the only options they have with that medium. That’s the lesser part of the real deal, however. Here…” I reach up and pull Star down, squeezing his chest against mine, my milk wetting his chest, “...a lot of the pleasure from these activities actually comes from TOUCH, which is barely represented at all in the shows. You need to hold me, squeeze me, run your hands down my back and squeeze my caboose, kiss me, lick me, and so on; the more skin-to-skin, the better,” I turn to look at Ocean, “And put a rubber on. I know you don’t produce seed, but I’m not taking any chances.”
“Actually…” Patricia starts, but I interrupt: SHUT. UP.
“Okay…” they say in unison… and things feel much better after that. I roll us over and ride Star while Ocean slips up my rear… which is apparently lubricated? That can’t be normal… feels nice, though… and they both start pumping. Star reaches down and grabs my rear cheeks, squeezing and massaging them, his hard chisled chest pressed against my sumptuous softness, while Ocean presses his perfect pecs into my back, reaching down and takes control of my ta-ta’s, spilling my mammaries’ milk on Star. They get into a good rhythm, Star pushing in while Ocean pulls back and Star pulling back while Ocean pushes in, myself in the middle of a synthetic sandwich. The pleasure builds, and I'm soon enjoying an earthquake in my middle… which only subsides slightly before the next, which pushes me higher. About the third time I go off, both of them thrust hard and hold me down, hilting themselves in me as they grunt.
The brothers then trade positions (and rubbers, at my only mildly coherent insistence), and we do it again… and then try it standing, followed by… something, I get a bit lost in pleasure.
When my mind starts aching for something a bit more intellectual and brings me out of the hedonistic haze, I find I'm tasting latex while viewing Ocean’s slightly pixelated sack, his rod hilted in my throat… wait, that thing's like three feet long… how?
“That's my influence,” Patricia informs me.
Ah, right, physics don't apply to a fantasy… a tongue tickling my folds, and hips slapping my very padded rear as someone's massive boner (presumably Star’s) pistons in and out of my rear, while a pair of hands squeezes my milk onto the bed.
Hmm. My mouth is full… we're traveling, so teleportation is a bad idea… ah; I cast a quick illusion of myself via the Major Image spell, and have it speak for me: “Okay you two, I've had enough for now.”
They pause a moment, then disengage, the twins’ synthetic stirring sticks slipping out of my holes with a slurping sound, still coated in latex, and I head to the bathroom, leaving the door open as I shower.
“That was amazing, thank you,” I let them look as I wash, “please wash up; I'll need to buff both the big and small bodies at the same time; who wants to go first?”
They both elect to join me in the shower. And we do get clean…
…eventually.
