I watch Ocean’s expression as Ulrich casts.
After the first manifestation of a ‘dream of Desna’ faking a casting, I see his soul turn blue, Ocean blinks a few times, looks down at his still VERY female body, and screams, “OH MY GODDESS WHAT HAVE I DONE?!”
“What you set out to do,” I inform him, “But we probably want to limit the leaks as much as possible without crossing moral lines.”
“Right, right…” he visibly takes an effort to calm himself as Ulrich manifests the dream again… and suddenly, his armor doesn't fit anymore; he flows out of it, showing his metallic skeleton and the fact that he's made of millions of tiny metal ants, dropping the armor and reforming as a nude male…. very male; his rod is hanging down to his ankles.
Ulrich barely seems to notice as he speaks into our heads, “That's one body down, now for the other…” Ulrich concentrates again, and I watch through airlock as Ocean’s innards turn back to normal colors, rather than being neon pink everywhere his actual substance can be seen (as opposed to the projections of outside his hull).
I reach over to cast a spell to cover his nudity, and pause, “Ah… if I try to use my power to cover you up… “
“I get it,” Ocean shrugs, “It's not really a problem. Here…” the hexagons making up his “skin” shift, flip, and change color. After a few minutes, he looks like he's wearing a business suit, “I'm still technically naked, but it doesn't matter; I can't really disguise what I am any more than Star can, but I can select my own appearance, just as she can.”
“Great!” I pay Ulrich, we pick up Ocean’s discarded armor, say goodbye, and we head directly into Ocean, as he's already here.
While the airlock cycles (we don't want the gas giant pressures inside), Star gets curious, “So how does it feel brother?” She grabs his rear and hmms a bit.
He doesn't seem to be playing, but also makes no move to resist his sister's aggression, “I'm weirded out. I feel disgusted at many of the things I remember doing… initiating, even… but… I keep remembering how it FELT. I want to feel it again, but I don't want to be a woman. It's…” he trails off.
“I can certainly make you appreciate being a man…” Star has a fire in her eyes, and seems to be pulling at her armor with one hand while she massages Ocean's rear cheeks with her other.
I consider their words as the airlock finishes cycling, and we step into Ocean’s big body properly, “You may be able to have both, at least for your little body.”
Ocean is still lost in thought, despite Star's attempts to distract him… “Oh? How so?”
I suppose Star’s efforts are pretty forlorn, as Ocean doesn't HAVE a male member at the moment, “You can control your shape, right?”
Ocean nods as Star tries to find his rear entrance, “Slowly, and within certain limits, yes.”
I nod as Star gets her top off, “And does that include sensitivity and how sensation is wired into you?”
“Well yes,” Ocean begins as his sister tries to find a seam, “It'd be rather difficult to walk if my feet were as sensitive as my hands, and confusing if I didn't ‘just know’ where a particular sensation originated. So yes, I map those when I change my shape this way.”
I nod as Star frees herself from her lower gear as well, “So what's stopping you from,” I pause to pick my wording, “giving yourself a full set of both types of characteristics at the same time?”
Ocean stops dead as we're walking down his hallways, “Nothing at all…” he seems to get it, “...except my own preconceptions. Huh. Give me a bit, Star.”
He focuses, and his surface breaks up, showing the little ant-like robots underneath, which scurry around his form, and (from a distance) this makes him look something like silver clay reshaping itself slightly… his soul, too; it's turning a bit purple.
When his components put the colored hexagons that form Ocean’s ‘skin’ back in place, Ocean has his nude form again, but significantly altered. His chest is sized at about naval oranges, milk taps fit to keep a baby fed, his hips wide enough to seem feminine, a reasonable narrowing of the waist. His nutsack is gone, replaced by a set of folds that seem slightly more bulbous than one would expect of a lady… but then, Ocean isn't a lady; that rod standing proudly up to ta’s chin makes that very clear.
“What’s up with the ‘ta’ there?” my pink partner ponders.
It's Mandarin. The words for “he” and “she” are written differently in Chinese, but they sound EXACTLY the same (and yes, I asked a native speaker to confim that when I couldn't hear a difference in my language tapes). As Ocean is now somewhere between male and female, it seemed an appropriate word to hijack for the purpose. I'll probably regularly slip, and ta might want something else later, but it'll do in my head for now.
As Star kneels down in front of her sibling, mesmerized, I ask a potentially rude question, “Why those design choices?”
Lucky for me, ta doesn't seem to mind, “Well, I tried to think about the practical aspects of having both… and yes Star, you can touuuuu….”
Ocean has a little trouble finishing the sentence, as Star grabs ta's member and starts stroking and licking.
Ocean does recover and keep going, though, “we were always planning on going all the way as soon as we could, after all.”
Ocean adds, “Ooh, that's nice…” as Star brings a hand down to stroke her sibling's other organ, “...and one of the things I thought about was ‘what happens to the testes during mating?’”
Star stands, rubbing her sibling's rod the entire way, getting her mouth even with ta's little head as Ocean keeps talking, “and I figured that when taking the role of a male, a standard sack would be fine, just like it is for most Golarion-derived mammals.”
“Keep that up…” Ocean whispers to Star as she wraps her lips around ta's throbbing metallic meat member, “but when taking on a female role, they'd regularly get squished, and that would HURT.”
Star uses the Fly spell I gave her to get off the ground and line her body up with her sibling's equipment as Ocean somehow manages to keep speaking coherently, “So I made them a bit more internal, but still out there a bit for heat dissipation.”
As Star starts swallowing Ocean’s overly-long schlong, I raise an eyebrow, “Is that an actual concern in your case?”
“Well no,” Ocean continues as Star get an impressive foot of Ocean’s gear down her throat, “under the hood my only actual organs are in metal containers mounted in a frame; most of my mass is the little drones designed like ants.”
Surprisingly, Star keeps working her way down her sibling's stick, defying biology… but as a hologram, she really doesn't have much of that, does she?
Ocean starts to thrust, “Ooh, your throat is tight….” and also keeps answering, “but I wanted to at least seem plausibly biological.”
Star gets all the way down to ta's hilt… “That may be a lost cause…” I chuckle, “...but I'll let you two have fun. Just drop me off near…”
I'm interrupted by the entire ship shaking violently. “Are we under attack? Who's….” I trail off because I have my answer. Ocean has the same kind of sensor-linked walls that Stephanie does. No, we're not under attack… Star's big body has reached us.
And she's horny.
But so's Ocean. I look back at their entwined little bodies, and they've switched to getting it on groin to groin. Ocean is thrusting in time with both bodies, which is pretty slow now that the big forms are bumping. It still makes for a very uncomfortable ride, though.
“I don't suppose you're going to pause long enough to drop me off with Stephanie?” I'm hopeful.
I don't get a response. I suppose they are working on their dream. Eh, it’s fine. I'm vacuum rated since level one, so I just need to leave. And I'm familiar with how Ocean is laid out, having done an inspection before. Ta basically has two exits. I make my way to the front one near where the bridge would be, getting thrown at the walls with painful regularity as Ocean and Star get it on, but I manage to adjust quickly and keep to my feet… and Star is docked there… loosely speaking. Her docking port is sliding in and out of Ocean’s, like an aggressive tongue… that's not going to work for getting out. That's okay, Ocean has another door… I just need to get to it. So I make my way down the length of Ocean, catching myself on the walls as the rithmic motions keep shuffling me one way or the other, finding his loading dock… and ta's loading ramp is ramming in and out of Star's. Of course.
Well… I can Plane Shift… I focus a moment, and I'm out of Ocean’s big body, in the pink demiplane I hooked into the Keyhomes.
“Tasty…” my pink partner purrs on arrival.
I watch Ocean’s expression as Ulrich casts.
After the first manifestation of a ‘dream of Desna’ faking a casting, I see his soul turn blue, Ocean blinks a few times, looks down at his still VERY female body, and screams, “OH MY GODDESS WHAT HAVE I DONE?!”
“What you set out to do,” I inform him, “But we probably want to limit the leaks as much as possible without crossing moral lines.”
“Right, right…” he visibly takes an effort to calm himself as Ulrich manifests the dream again… and suddenly, his armor doesn't fit anymore; he flows out of it, showing his metallic skeleton and the fact that he's made of millions of tiny metal ants, dropping the armor and reforming as a nude male…. very male; his rod is hanging down to his ankles.
Ulrich barely seems to notice as he speaks into our heads, “That's one body down, now for the other…” Ulrich concentrates again, and I watch through airlock as Ocean’s innards turn back to normal colors, rather than being neon pink everywhere his actual substance can be seen (as opposed to the projections of outside his hull).
I reach over to cast a spell to cover his nudity, and pause, “Ah… if I try to use my power to cover you up… “
“I get it,” Ocean shrugs, “It's not really a problem. Here…” the hexagons making up his “skin” shift, flip, and change color. After a few minutes, he looks like he's wearing a business suit, “I'm still technically naked, but it doesn't matter; I can't really disguise what I am any more than Star can, but I can select my own appearance, just as she can.”
“Great!” I pay Ulrich, we pick up Ocean’s discarded armor, say goodbye, and we head directly into Ocean, as he's already here.
While the airlock cycles (we don't want the gas giant pressures inside), Star gets curious, “So how does it feel brother?” She grabs his rear and hmms a bit.
He doesn't seem to be playing, but also makes no move to resist his sister's aggression, “I'm weirded out. I feel disgusted at many of the things I remember doing… initiating, even… but… I keep remembering how it FELT. I want to feel it again, but I don't want to be a woman. It's…” he trails off.
“I can certainly make you appreciate being a man…” Star has a fire in her eyes, and seems to be pulling at her armor with one hand while she massages Ocean's rear cheeks with her other.
I consider their words as the airlock finishes cycling, and we step into Ocean’s big body properly, “You may be able to have both, at least for your little body.”
Ocean is still lost in thought, despite Star's attempts to distract him… “Oh? How so?”
I suppose Star’s efforts are pretty forlorn, as Ocean doesn't HAVE a male member at the moment, “You can control your shape, right?”
Ocean nods as Star tries to find his rear entrance, “Slowly, and within certain limits, yes.”
I nod as Star gets her top off, “And does that include sensitivity and how sensation is wired into you?”
“Well yes,” Ocean begins as his sister tries to find a seam, “It'd be rather difficult to walk if my feet were as sensitive as my hands, and confusing if I didn't ‘just know’ where a particular sensation originated. So yes, I map those when I change my shape this way.”
I nod as Star frees herself from her lower gear as well, “So what's stopping you from,” I pause to pick my wording, “giving yourself a full set of both types of characteristics at the same time?”
Ocean stops dead as we're walking down his hallways, “Nothing at all…” he seems to get it, “...except my own preconceptions. Huh. Give me a bit, Star.”
He focuses, and his surface breaks up, showing the little ant-like robots underneath, which scurry around his form, and (from a distance) this makes him look something like silver clay reshaping itself slightly… his soul, too; it's turning a bit purple.
When his components put the colored hexagons that form Ocean’s ‘skin’ back in place, Ocean has his nude form again, but significantly altered. His chest is sized at about naval oranges, milk taps fit to keep a baby fed, his hips wide enough to seem feminine, a reasonable narrowing of the waist. His nutsack is gone, replaced by a set of folds that seem slightly more bulbous than one would expect of a lady… but then, Ocean isn't a lady; that rod standing proudly up to ta’s chin makes that very clear.
“What’s up with the ‘ta’ there?” my pink partner ponders.
It's Mandarin. The words for “he” and “she” are written differently in Chinese, but they sound EXACTLY the same (and yes, I asked a native speaker to confim that when I couldn't hear a difference in my language tapes). As Ocean is now somewhere between male and female, it seemed an appropriate word to hijack for the purpose. I'll probably regularly slip, and ta might want something else later, but it'll do in my head for now.
As Star kneels down in front of her sibling, mesmerized, I ask a potentially rude question, “Why those design choices?”
Lucky for me, ta doesn't seem to mind, “Well, I tried to think about the practical aspects of having both… and yes Star, you can touuuuu….”
Ocean has a little trouble finishing the sentence, as Star grabs ta's member and starts stroking and licking.
Ocean does recover and keep going, though, “we were always planning on going all the way as soon as we could, after all.”
Ocean adds, “Ooh, that's nice…” as Star brings a hand down to stroke her sibling's other organ, “...and one of the things I thought about was ‘what happens to the testes during mating?’”
Star stands, rubbing her sibling's rod the entire way, getting her mouth even with ta's little head as Ocean keeps talking, “and I figured that when taking the role of a male, a standard sack would be fine, just like it is for most Golarion-derived mammals.”
“Keep that up…” Ocean whispers to Star as she wraps her lips around ta's throbbing metallic meat member, “but when taking on a female role, they'd regularly get squished, and that would HURT.”
Star uses the Fly spell I gave her to get off the ground and line her body up with her sibling's equipment as Ocean somehow manages to keep speaking coherently, “So I made them a bit more internal, but still out there a bit for heat dissipation.”
As Star starts swallowing Ocean’s overly-long schlong, I raise an eyebrow, “Is that an actual concern in your case?”
“Well no,” Ocean continues as Star get an impressive foot of Ocean’s gear down her throat, “under the hood my only actual organs are in metal containers mounted in a frame; most of my mass is the little drones designed like ants.”
Surprisingly, Star keeps working her way down her sibling's stick, defying biology… but as a hologram, she really doesn't have much of that, does she?
Ocean starts to thrust, “Ooh, your throat is tight….” and also keeps answering, “but I wanted to at least seem plausibly biological.”
Star gets all the way down to ta's hilt… “That may be a lost cause…” I chuckle, “...but I'll let you two have fun. Just drop me off near…”
I'm interrupted by the entire ship shaking violently. “Are we under attack? Who's….” I trail off because I have my answer. Ocean has the same kind of sensor-linked walls that Stephanie does. No, we're not under attack… Star's big body has reached us.
And she's horny.
But so's Ocean. I look back at their entwined little bodies, and they've switched to getting it on groin to groin. Ocean is thrusting in time with both bodies, which is pretty slow now that the big forms are bumping. It still makes for a very uncomfortable ride, though.
“I don't suppose you're going to pause long enough to drop me off with Stephanie?” I'm hopeful.
I don't get a response. I suppose they are working on their dream. Eh, it’s fine. I'm vacuum rated since level one, so I just need to leave. And I'm familiar with how Ocean is laid out, having done an inspection before. Ta basically has two exits. I make my way to the front one near where the bridge would be, getting thrown at the walls with painful regularity as Ocean and Star get it on, but I manage to adjust quickly and keep to my feet… and Star is docked there… loosely speaking. Her docking port is sliding in and out of Ocean’s, like an aggressive tongue… that's not going to work for getting out. That's okay, Ocean has another door… I just need to get to it. So I make my way down the length of Ocean, catching myself on the walls as the rithmic motions keep shuffling me one way or the other, finding his loading dock… and ta's loading ramp is ramming in and out of Star's. Of course.
Well… I can Plane Shift… I focus a moment, and I'm out of Ocean’s big body, in the pink demiplane I hooked into the Keyhomes.
“Tasty…” my pink partner purrs on arrival.
