Story For skyboxmonster 
Written by imaflippingninja 


"Fuck me. I finally get clearance to go investigate this distress call, and I run out of fuel. Then I had to go all the way back and get clearance for more fuel! What is this bullshit?" The rescue squad leader was decidedly unhappy. He had waited three months total before being able to go to the site of the distress call, and the government hadn't even let him take the rest of his crew.

He came out of warp in orbit if the planet that was the location of the distress call. He scanned the planet for locator chips that were all required in a ship's onboard AI. After a few minutes, his shuttle had located a chip. He set the autopilot to bring him down to the spot where his computer had highlighted. After a moment, he was looking over the rusted wreckage of Baker's jet. He landed next to the rubble, and tried to open the hatch of his ship, but the computer wouldn't allow him to. He turned and read the blood red text on the display.

"Atmosphere composed three percent by chlorine gas? Damn, if whoever was on this ship wasn't dead from the crash, he certainly is now... Fucking government regulations, I could have been here two and a half months ago." The rescue member turned angrily on his heel, and sat down at the cockpit, blasting away in a cloud of white smoke.


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Baker was dying, and he certainly knew it. The past month he had been having headaches, starting from slight discomfort at the beginning, to raging, simi-constant pounding that rendered him bed ridden. Something he was doing was killing him, but he didn't know if it was something in the water he drank, or something he ate. He pondered his conundrum quite a bit, since he had nothing better to do.

He was in the middle of doing this very thing, though thinking through a severe headache is a difficult task, when Elnik came into his room.

"Hello, Baker." Ever since Baker had found himself stranded on this planet, Elnik had taken care of him, at least to the best of her knowledge.

"Hi, El." He responded with a sardonic smile.

"Baker... I want to ask you something... a little strange." She began hesitantly. "But first I would like to ask you something else." She stopped and looked at Baker, who indicated to her to proceed. "Do you believe in magic, Baker?"

This took Baker aback. "No, I don't. Why?"

"There is an old shaman hermit who says he can cure you with magic. Not many of us believe in magic either, but some do. Are you willing to give it a shot, at least?"

Baker thought about it for a second, then realizing he had nothing to lose, he gave the okay.

"Alright, he'll be here in a minute."

Baker wasn't surprised they had an alternative option ready, if there was one thing he had learned from being on this planet, it was that the people that lived here cared. They cared for total strangers and animals, it made their society almost utopian, almost. There were still occasionally people who were corrupt or only cared about themselves. Baker had very much enjoyed his time on the planet, primitive as it seemed to him.

A few minutes later, Elnik appeared followed by another lizan with purple runes that wound up his legs to his chest. The runes almost seemed to glow, but Baker thought that must have been a trick of the light. The rune covered lizan stepped forward towards Baker, hands outstretched.

"So, you're that Alien that I've heard so much about, huh? Well, I suppose I should see what's wrong." He placed his hands on Baker's bare chest, closing his eyes. After a minute he opened them and removed his hands. He smiled apologetically.

"I have bad news, good news, and more bad news. First of all, you've been poisoned, something to do with our atmosphere, your body is rejecting part of it. The good news it: I can cure you, but the downside of that is that it requires some alternative healing methods than just a regular magical cure, your body is too far gone..." He trailed off.

"What is this 'alternative healing method'?" Elnik asked, concerned.

"I will have to cast a spell that will reconstruct his body, and since I don't know anything about his anatomy, and don't have time to do research and construct a new spell, the reconstructed body will be that of our race." He paused and looked at Baker to see his reaction, which was first of shock, which faded away to resignation.

"Well, if I only have around a week to live if I don't go through with it, I might as well..."

"Good, I'm glad you are not opposed, I would hate you to have a body that you didn't accept right away, but it's for the best. If you're going to live on this planet, you need to have a body specially adapted to it. This procedure will not hurt at all, in fact it will probably be a very pleasurable experience, but it will be slow. The entire spell should run its course in about three days. May I proceed?" Baker nodded his assent. "I will need you to lie on your back for me, then."

Baker did his best to try and roll over, but ended up having to have help from Elnik and the yet unnamed Lizan. After Baker was correctly positioned, the Lizan placed his hands on Baker's back, breathing out audibly. It felt to Baker as if someone had cracked an egg over his back, and the contents were pouring down his sides and shoulders, eventually covering his entire body with the cold slick feeling. After awhile, the shaman removed his hands and helped Baker flip over so he was lying on his back again.

Baker looked himself over but nothing seemed to be different, he still had his pale human skin. The shaman noticed this and spoke;

"Don't doubt my magic, the process will take a few days, and you won't be able to notice any change for at least a few hours, perhaps a day..." He trailed off before starting up again "As for my payment, don't worry about it, I came here mostly just to see you, it would be theft if I took money for my tourism." He smiled at Baker one last time before dismissing himself.

Over the next hour, the slick, cold, wet feeling that encompassed his body didn't subside, but despite that, he was feeling much better. His raging headache had given way to a dull throbbing. The next hour was just as uneventful, the only thing that seemed to happen was that his headache disappeared completely.

He didn't notice anything until morning of the second day after, when he woke up. Opening his eyes to the monochrome world of indistinct dark shapes. He found his way over to the light switch, which was really more of a button. Pressing it, the lights came on and he stumbled to the bathroom of the 'house' he was currently residing in. He stood under the spray for awhile, washing himself. The Lizans didn't have bathtubs, since their scaled hide made it a simple matter to clean by standing under the water for only a minute or so. While washing himself, his hand wandered over something smooth and hard on his back.

Scales. Baker's feelings just then were conflicted. He wanted to become a Lizan; he admired their culture and society, but then he was letting to on his humanity, which was hard, since he had never known anything else. A few scales on his lower back... he wondered how long the rest of the transformation would take.

It turned out to be agonizingly slow for Baker, like watching paint dry. The process seemed far too slow for the shaman's description, until that night, however, when he was talking to Elnik about his life as a human before he crashed onto their planet. He stopped talking when he noticed that the feeling that had enveloped his body since the shaman had cast the spell upon him was dissipating.

"What is the matter?" Elnik asked, concerned that he cut off in the middle of a sentence. He shed his shirt and quickly looked himself over, trying to figure out what was going on. He put a hand on his lower back, the place where the only previous evidence of his impending change was located and yelped in surprise. More and more scales were replacing his soft human skin spreading out from the initial point of change rapidly. Soon it had wrapped around his torso, changing the skin on his front side into plates that protected his chest and other vital organs.

It felt so good, too. The areas of change were sending sparks of pleasure through Baker's body. As the change wandered downward to his crotch, Baker's pleasure increased tenfold. His cock started to grow erect in his pants, which Baker refused to shed, his human shame shining through, in light of the situation. This, however, didn't shut his mouth.

He couldn't stop himself from moaning lewdly at the sensations enveloping his groin. It felt somewhat like a blowjob, although there was no friction to back the pleasure. Elnik was giving him a very odd look now, of which he couldn't quite place the meaning, but then maybe he was just a little distracted at that moment. What he did catch was Elnik tearing off his pants and boxers and taking his now generous amount of cock into her mouth, suckling around the tip before Baker's instincts took over and he started thrusting into her.
Another thing he'd learned about the Lizans was that they were very open about sex, and he could now see why. His shaft was so sensitive now, even the slightest touch was sending shivers down his spine, and having Elnik's mouth and throat enveloping his manhood was almost too much to bear. Baker found himself starting to thrust faster and harder into his lover's throat as pressure started build up in his cock. With one final thrust into Elnik's maw, he came with a cry from his newly transformed Lizan muzzle, spilling a thick load of jizz down the female's throat with every spasm of his meat.

Elnik released her grip on Bakers cock after it had started to soften. Still panting, she wiped the fluids from her face and looked up at the newly transformed Lizan before her, smiling.

"Welcome to our race Baker."

Baker looked himself over at this remark, and he had to admit he looked pretty damn good.

"Thank you, El." He spoke softly, losing grasp on the past already.