The Transformation

“You’re bored with me, aren’t you?” I opened my eyes from a faint slumber and bent my neck slightly, glancing at her on the bed next to me. “Ain’t that,” I lied, just a little. “Just tired is all. Got an early shift fixing the grav-plates from a freighter just back from Antares. The Captain’ll have my ass — all our asses — if we don’t turn it around, pronto.” Thereupon, I reached over to turn off the electric blue glow of the faux-moon lights. At the same time, her hand stopped me, gently, one red-nailed fingertip tracing an arc down the back of my bare arm. “I can transform for you…” she breathed.

“You know when I get like this I can’t take no for an answer,” she cooed in my ear. I smiled a little as I felt the need for sleep waning, just a tick. “Babe,” I began in resistance.

Who Do You Want Me To Be?

“I saved up some credits in the simularium bank,” she interrupted, her breath so close it teased my hair, her tongue flicking an earlobe playfully. “Who do you want me to be tonight? Your dream girl?”

“You know those things ain’t entirely legal,” I protested feebly. “Ain’t healthy neither. Bugs in their transformation circuits tend to drive folk batshit crazy.”

In short, she didn’t take me seriously. Never does. All of a sudden, she leapt from the bed, her olive skin glistening in the pale blue light. I could see her run a ruby-red ident card through a hacked credit reader. She turned and smiled, clamping into place two silver bracelets, one on each wrist. Without delay, a light on each one winked as they activated. “Space princess, perhaps?” she said. With that her skin glowed, turned shades whiter, from olive to pale. Her dark curly hair suddenly piled around on top of itself and transformed into a cone of blond held in place by a lace net. White gossamer gowns formed around her body where nothing had been before. This time, I shrugged. “Didn’t we do this one in that tacky ‘Space Battles’ joint in orbit ’round Rigel last month?”

While it may be true, she pouted. “Ok, fine.” She closed her eyes and nibbled her lip in thought.  Then, “How about…this?” The simularium receptor lights on her wrists winked furiously. In moments, the thin gown became leather. Presently, a beast-blaster of a weapon appeared in a holster on her hip. Gold hoops dangled from her ears. Her blond hair shortened, tightened into a frame around her face. She smiled, one tooth shining gold. “Asteroid pirates again?” I grinned playfully. This had become a game, and I was finally getting in the mood to play.

Getting Real

At this point, she cocked one eyebrow at me in disdain. “It’s all right,” I said soothingly. “I was never into that fake simularium transformation crap anyway. How ’bout this for a real change… just your natural, plain old self?” Her eyes narrowed at me through the dim haze of the light. “To clarify, my natural self?”

“You’re beautiful babe, just the way you are. Or were anyway.”

The lights on her wrists blinked furiously for a moment. At the same time, her skin transformed again, returning to its olive state, her dark hair returning to normal. “Yeah…that’s it. You certainly know I always liked the way you look.” Her bare feet slid silently over the metal plate floor. I barely felt the bed shift as she curled up behind me on it. For a moment I just felt the heat of her body, the pounding of her heart.  At this point, she slid an arm around me, rubbing my chest playfully, slowly, from collar to belly. I grinned in anticipation of some extreme cockteasing.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them. Her finger didn’t feel quite right. Cold, clammy, damp even. I looked down. Where a hand had once been, a sickly green pod formed. Blue-green, as if soaked in algae.  Suckers sprouted slowly. Each one began sucking at my skin, tickling it, pulling it, biting at it. “What’s this?” I said in playful alarm, trying to act cool at first and hide my surprise.

Careful What You Wish For

“SssssSSsssSSsssomething,” she whispered, her voice changing, becoming more serpent-like in general, “I thsssssink you’ll… sssss-SS-ss-SSS… liiiiiike,” she said. A green suckered stalk sprouted around me, winding around my chest. Before I could react, it circled me again and again and again, like a vine. It pulsed in a rhythm, squeezing, contracting, sucking at the pores of my chest and arm skin, tasting me. “Babe,” I said in alarm. “Maybe a bit TOO alien this time, if ya-know what I mean?”

The green sucker stalk-like vine pulled me from my bed, lifted me in the air. My feet dangled as if from the edge of a chair. More stalks began to wrap around me. Legs encircled. Chest, neck, wrapped with a vice grip, cold and viscous, exploring my skin, needling it with hair-fine teeth, flicking and teasing and tasting. “But baaa-aaa…aaaaabe,” echoed the sound of the snake-like voice. “Isssssn’t thissssss what you ssss-SSS-sss-SSS-ssaid you wanted?”

As I hung in the air, stalk and vine surrounding me, pulling at my legs, I could feel a touch at my lower abdomen. A slurping tentacle, cool and moist, teased at my cock, slickening my shaft, circling it, stroking it, urging it thicker and harder, slowly but expertly. “I just wanted you,” I managed in the constricting stalks of her embrace. “Your…self. Your…natural…self…” Something slickened my balls, cradling them, squeezing, as my cock hardened at the touch. My heart beat in excitement and panic as I felt, in essence, the cum being sucked from my balls.

“Thissssssss,” she hissed into my ear, in conclusion, “Issssssss my natural sssssssssssSSSSssssssssselfffff…”

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