3 comments/ 14336 views/ 1 favorites The Choice: Silver and Gold By: Drmaxc The normal situation was that you had the Choice. It was yours; indeed yours as a matter of right. Roger had not been given much of a choice. Actually he had not been given any choice in the matter at all; there had not been the time. Roger had not known a thing about it, not until he awoke and felt different, actually really quite different. He had been eighteen at the time. Any younger and the Choice would have been made the other way, another few years older and it would have been up to him to choose. Only he would not have had the time to make the Choice. In being only eighteen he was lucky. In every other respect he had been unlucky. Having to make the Choice at less than your one hundredth birthday is normally rather bad luck. Of course, that was years ago. Roger had got used to what had happened, had accepted and made the most of it. Yes, he regretted the lost years of life, mourned his birth body, but he was naturally cheerful, resourceful and a person who made the most of a situation. He had got on with life: or what had a strong resemblance to what had been his life. Roger stood and looked out over the structures and interconnected buildings making up the mining complex. It was not a bad looking place and he had got used to it, which was just as well as it was to be his home for the next ten years at least. His original home was a very long way away. Roger's job was what could have been called Head of HR for the Complex. It could have been called that, but it would have been inaccurate. Certainly he dealt with resources but they were not really 'human' resources. They had been human once, but that was before they made the Choice. It was similar in many ways to the job that would have been covered by a head of HR in the twenty-first century, but it was different. There were no hirings, firings, very little sick absence (and even that was different - nobody was 'sick' whether that term meant ill or, well ill: but there was damage to be repaired) and actually not too much conduct and discipline. The job did entail promotions, training, remuneration including accommodation and the like. It also included personnel records and control adjustments. Roger turned back from the window to the girl sitting opposite him. To a twenty-first century eye she looked a normal healthy girl in her twenties, assuming, that is you, accepted the silver colour of her skin. To say she was a robot would not have been completely inaccurate. Equally, to say she was an android and living would not have been totally correct. The distinction between the mechanical and the biological had become an overly simplistic distinction by the twenty-third century. What was undoubtedly true was that she was sentient, a person and had been born of woman. It was just that things had changed rather a lot for her since then. Mankind in the twentieth and twenty-first century had had great dreams of travelling across the vastness of Space, boldly going where no one had gone before. The technology to travel had proved up to the job: people had not. Maintaining a biological person in a spaceship, and on other planets, had proved extremely difficult, albeit not impossible, just extremely difficult. The basic sanitary requirements were a major problem, both the very personal ones as well as simple washing; even the problem of the dust from skin flaking as it renewed and hair falling out caused major difficulties. Sending machines, robots to the stars, as advocated by some did not have any spirit of adventure or progress. It seemed a sterile activity, a very poor second best to sending people to the Stars. The solution came when it became feasible to map and accurately copy a human brain. It became possible to lift someone out of his or her head and put the memories, personality, everything into a synthetic equivalent. Naturally there were ethical problems, indeed very, very big ethical problems. It was possible in theory to copy people, create any number of clones that would think they were the original person, indeed would in their minds be that person. Who then was the real person? Tying the ability with the ethics had taken a long, long time. Ultimately the legal position became that such a transfer could only happen if the person elected to change, to make the Choice. The emphasis being on 'change'. It was an irrevocable choice as the original body and brain was destroyed at the same moment the Change occurred. The person changed from being organic to 'different'. The person accepted that he or she would wake up in a different body, or rather a copy would wake up in a different body. That copy would think him or herself the original but the reality was that it was only a copy, albeit a perfect copy. The person in the new body would see himself as a continuation, indeed that person, but nonetheless the original had died. A very big choice to make, suicide really, would you make it? People usually, often after years of procrastination, finally made the Choice towards the end of their natural lives, but it could not be made too late when the brain had deteriorated too far. Society did not want or need senile brains in new bodies. Indeed it did not want mentally impaired brains in new bodies. The Choice, then, was not open to everyone. In twenty-first century terms it was not a very 'politically correct' matter. That said, by no means everyone chose: well, the vast majority chose but many did not make the Choice to become post-human. If you chose you could not stay on Earth, your new life was in the Stars and there was plenty of work to do, plenty of worlds to travel to. Mankind was on the move in a big way spreading out and colonising. An adventure of colossal proportions and you could be a part of it. Would you make the Choice, would this adventure interest you? Being post-human had many advantages but it was not the same as when human. Things were different. Essentially it was the same person inside the new body but modifications needed to be made, or just naturally occurred, as a result of the body change. Physically the body units were much improved on the organic prototype. The narrow band of temperature in which humans could comfortably exist were too limiting away from Earth, relying on organic food was too inefficient and complex. Post-humans did drink, but needed to only occasionally to take in certain required liquids. Energy could be obtained through the skin from sunlight but this was a limited collection and a more direct means was usual (though there was no electric socket hidden under a flap on the arm nor was there a need to plug oneself into the mains by sticking a plug up the rectum at night!). The body appeared as a replica human. There was a wide range of types; post-humans were not facsimiles of an individual's birth body. There was plenty of differentiation, plenty of choice in what the person could look like, post-humans did not all look the same: far from it, a crowd of post-humans did not appear as a sort of 'clones' convention'. Externally they were complete in every way including genitalia. The latter did not serve any reproductive purpose: nor generally a recreational purpose as the sexual function was usually disabled. Provision had been made in the design but the consensus was that it was not needed by post-humans who had been through their human phase; who could now concentrate on developing their minds; experiencing new things and working for the expansion to the stars of Earthkind. Mentally the person after the Change was the same; the personality was the same even emotions were the same though no longer partly relying on hormonal and chemical changes. Enhancements could be made to memory, processing power and indeed many factors. A person could have modifications to his or her mental capabilities, predilections and emotions. Most people did, they needed to be equipped for a new life. This was undertaken at the start, though changes could be effected later but under strict control. Post-humans were re-orientated, re-trained and sent out from Earth. It was not that they were chattels or slaves but Mankind had a new role for these ex-people. They had had their time on Earth; the mother planet belonged to new living people now. It was a contract between the living and the ...post-humans. Roger had been unlucky, an accident had nearly killed him when he was eighteen, he had been nearly dead when the Choice was made for him. There had been no need to kill his body. He was young, his whole 'life' ahead of him, so much to learn and do. Nonetheless his time on Earth had finished. Rather than going to university with his friends he had had to wish them well and move on to his new life. He had been allowed, because of the circumstances of his Choice and age, to stay on Earth for a few weeks. Usually post-humans were not allowed any time at all, it was a clean break. Because of his girlfriend and his sad story his sexuality had not been turned off at the Choice. The intention had been to do this as he left Earth but it was over-looked. To Roger this had been a very mixed blessing. His short period with his girlfriend had been great, the sex had been fantastic, and they had parted still very much in love. His girlfriend had accepted his perfect silver body even if it had not looked much like the old Roger (not a bad thing in many ways, if truth be told). That had been the plus part, but leaving Earth he had found himself with attractive post-humans of both sexes but he was the only one with the slightest interest in sex. Frustrating? Yes, very. "How about a date, Mary?" The silver girl broke into a broad smile, "Roger, you'll kill me. A date. Yes, I remember those! Let's see," she looked away remembering, "The last time I was asked out was eighty-six years ago. So, where shall we go, a picnic in the mountains, a meal tete a tete, shall we hold hands?" She laughed, her mirth made her seem even prettier to Roger, post-humans had fully featured faces, and Mary's seem to laugh all over when she was happy. "I think, Roger, I think it's great to be past all that really. Nice idea, you really are a joker. My favourite person in the Complex, but I think I'll get on with my fourth Masters instead. See if you can get my rota shifted please, I'm fed up with trying to see in the dust of the day, I've had two sets of eyes replaced already." She was still giggling as she went out the door, it had almost closed when she put her head back around the door and said, "Don't forget the flowers, I like anything in season!" Roger could hear her laughter disappearing as she went down the corridor. Roger sat, after Mary had left, and pondered his predicament. She had treated his casual suggestion as a joke. If she had thought him serious she would probably have suggested he needed major adjustment. Perhaps that was the answer to his frustration. If he could re-programme his mind, switch his sexuality off, his problem would be gone. As Head of P-HR he had access to the control systems for the base but only limited access and not to such high level functions. His mind turned the idea over. On the other hand if he could switch his sexuality off, perhaps a better move might be to switch others on... The systems did not prove to be as hard to crack as he expected. Gaining a greater level of control over the minds on the Complex did not take Roger too long to achieve. Perhaps it was not expected anyone would try. After all no one had any desire to change the settings: until Roger came along. Roger realised that the option was not to start a romance and lead up to sex in the traditional way, the way he had proceeded when he was seventeen, coming up eighteen. No one was in the slightest bit interested in romance. Of course he could turn everyone's sexuality on but the disruption to the Complex's work would be noticeable and significant. There was reason in the restrictions! And the nightmare scenario occurred to him, what if he did not pair off? If all the girls he was interested in fell for other men. The other option was to turn just one girl 'on'. Rather than simply turn a girl's sexuality on at full power and jump on her (or more likely vice versa), that would be fun but not something easily explained to anyone, least of all the girl concerned, Roger's plan was rather more subtle. His idea was to get the girl to believe she was malfunctioning and needed his help to sort out the problem. She would indeed be malfunctioning but whether she needed his help was rather more debateable. However, as regards her sexual need, his would be the only fully functioning cock on the base. Of course it was rather important his chosen girl liked, or rather used to like, men otherwise not only was she going to be disappointed but Roger was going to be very fed up as well! Roger examined his P-HR records very carefully. He knew the model types he preferred. He was down to a choice of six, Mary, Joanne, Fee, Steph, Gerta and Anna. Which to choose? Anna was the quietest of the six, a little more naturally shy than the others, a private person. Less likely to talk to others if things were a little odd. He called her in to see him. She sat opposite his desk in her shapeless work overalls. Not exactly the epitome of fashion but there was not a lot of interest in fashion on the Complex. Actually there was no interest in fashion whatsoever on the Complex. P-Hs really were not interested in fashion and, in any case, there was no opportunity for fashion, just a standard overall to keep the body unit clean, certainly not to keep it warm. The reason for the overalls was probably habit: there was no real reason for wearing clothes. Post-human bodies washed easily, but humans wore clothes so P-Hs did. "Anna, I've noted a problem with your Menbal stats." "Really Roger, what sort of problem?" "It's in your emotion control. I'm not sure what the problem is, indeed if there actually is a problem at all, have you noticed anything unusual in yourself, in your behaviour?" "No, same old me." "Hmm, well perhaps its nothing. Let me know if you do notice anything." "Sure, Roger." It was a short interview. Roger expected later ones to be rather longer. Later that day Roger made some small adjustments, not dramatic, but noticeable to Anna. It was some days later when Anna came to see him. "Roger, I think I've noticed the problem you mentioned the other day. I've been feeling, feeling things I haven't felt for a long time." "Yes?" "I've become aware again of men as, er, men. You know, thinking he looks nice, thinking I like his voice. I've even thought what he'd be like in bed if you see what I mean. I haven't had those thoughts since the Choice. It's very odd." "Not unknown," said Roger beginning his play, "it does occur, we'll have to monitor it. Is it bothering you, is it a problem?" "No, it's just odd after this time I suppose." Roger moved the control up a few more digits that night. He was not surprised to see Anna the next day. Things had moved on a bit from just looking at men. "Roger it's got worse I'm getting sexual imagery appearing in my head." "You're thinking erotic thoughts, Anna?" "Yes that's it, dreaming as well. I woke up; to be frank, wet this morning. Me, a post-human, out here so very far from Earth. That's not meant to happen is it? I know it's possible, why else have these bodies got all the equipment we used to have before the Choice, but surely it's normally simply inoperative. It's odd thinking about sex again after all this time but it's not normal Roger, what am I meant to do? What can you do?" "I'll do some research Anna, it's not completely unique, I've certainly come across it. I'll come back to you." Roger left it a few days before increasing the level again. In the meantime he had a day off and on his day off he liked to walk. He'd been a keen walker before the Choice and he tried to keep up with this hobby. Certainly he had had more variety in his walks than he would ever have had back on Earth. Being a P-H did have advantages. He had no need to take a water bottle, lunch, sweater or waterproofs so he was not weighed down, though he could have carried a very full pack of equipment with ease, and did not have the bother of assembling the 'kit'. Sunrise was not for another five hours. He preferred just the moons' light though the dawn would be spectacular and it would be good walking for an hour or so afterwards, then the sun would climb too high and get too bright. The temperature would soar to 65 degrees Celsius, which, whilst bearable, was uncomfortable. He preferred the present -30 degrees. He followed the road out towards the mines passing the odd vehicle coming the other way. He waved at the drivers. After a few miles or kilometres if you prefer (Roger did not use either of these old units) he turned off the road and branched out across the plain towards the mountains. There were a few crevasses to avoid. He would be located and repaired if he fell but it would be embarrassing to fall in. There was not a lot of life on this planet. Not surprising really with the harsh temperatures. The poor atmosphere did not help. More oxygen was usually needed for life. Roger did not need oxygen. Breath was not necessary for a post-human's speech. A few scraps of lichen showed on the rocks. Interaction was not a problem. Roger was not biological, he could not "catch" alien diseases though he and his kind had to be careful not to act as convenient greenhouses for local flora. The foothills of the mountains were drawing nearer. Roger's plan was to get in the shadow of a mountain and do some climbing, ensuring he moved around the mountain to stay in the shade whilst the temperature soared. He had not been this way before. Climbing steadily he reached a saddle between two peaks and looked down into the next valley. At its base something shone in the moonlight. Descending in the early dawn he found a frozen lake. Sitting by the lake throwing pebbles into it he watched the sun rise bringing the beauty of the lake into sharp focus. A harsh beauty. It was not exactly bordered by weeping willows and grassy meadows. Roger skirted the lake. As he walked the sun began to melt the lake and he was soon lost in a fog. He paused and tested the liquid; it did not register as dangerous to him. He had not swum for years, certainly not as a P-H, and the idea was inviting. Removing his boots and overalls Roger let himself into the liquid and swam out. It was a nostalgic experience but equally it was a different experience, swimming totally alone under an alien sky. He dived, the liquid was clear and he could see down to the bottom of the lake, beautiful crystalline formations and, to his surprise some forms of life. To call them fishes would have been misleading but they swam and were interesting if not beautiful. By the time he surfaced the air temperature was rising and the fog clearing. It was time to move into the shadow of the mountains. It was going to be a long and exhilarating day. "Roger it's getting worse. I awoke this morning frigging myself. I've not done that for... well... and even though I came I'm still, well why don't you look for yourself." Anna had come to see Roger again. Not so quiet this time. She was flushed, agitated and rather excited. Roger had been waiting for this for an awfully long time, but the suddenness came as a shock. Anna in one movement unzipped the front of her overalls and dropped it to the floor. There in front of him was an almost perfect shining silver naked girl, cone shaped breasts surmounted by prominent, almost pointing, nipples, hips swelling out from a flat stomach, rounded buttocks and a hairless mons Veneris. Desirable. Anna hopped onto his desk and spread her thighs. Roger was almost totally taken aback. The Choice: Silver and Gold "Look, " said Anna pointing with her fingers. "I, er, am looking," said Roger in a rather quiet voice. "See, I'm responding to you, a male, looking at me, see what's happening!" As Roger looked, he really did not have any intention of looking elsewhere, Anna's silver labia, indeed her whole sex seemed to have just a hint of a golden hue. Gradually the gold deepened and, at the same time, her nipples not only grew harder but the whole areolae of each changed from silver to gold. "See, as I get excited my nipples and pubes change to gold, a bit of a giveaway it seems to me. Now what am I to do? I feel decidedly odd." "Er, you're getting wet as well?" "Course I am. Go on feel." "May I?" Roger tentatively placed his index finger on the edge of Anna's sex. She was wet; he slipped his finger further into her oil. There was a sharp intake of breath (or rather the sound of a sharp intake of breath). "Ooh, I forgot I'd like that." Roger did not take his fingers away, he caressed Anna, "Mine changes colour like that." Roger tried to sound casual. This was the difficult bit, revealing he was sexually able, not a standard post-human. "Huh, you're turned on?" Anna drew away from Roger, "Your equipment is operational?" "Yes it was never turned off, an oversight at my Choice." "You erect? Just like..." "I respond to sexual stimuli, yes I have erectile capability, I do every day." "What do you mean, are you now?" She glanced down at the front of his overalls. The truth of his statement was clearly, indeed prominently, evidenced through the thin material. Roger had actually been fully erect from the moment Anna's hand had started pulling her zip down. "Your prick changes colour? You get a golden tumescent penis with a pair of golden balls?" Anna smiled, her yellow eyes seeming to echo her amusement. "Well not quite, but the knob does change to gold as it gets bigger." "Go on show me!" Roger could see exactly where this was leading; it was going where he wanted to be led. He too unzipped his overalls aware of Anna's eyes staring intently, following the movement of his hand on the zip as it descended. His cock poked through the opening before he had even dropped the overalls to the floor. Anna's eyes widened. Roger's description had not done justice to the sight. His penis was a triumph of the designers of the post-humans. It was not absurdly enormous, but in human terms it was certainly impressive, it arched upwards, curving slightly, to its head, which was indeed a golden shining dome. Suspended below were his balls not as Anna had suggested golden but silver and hanging surprisingly low in their sack. As Roger dropped his overalls, she could see them slightly swaying as he removed the clothing. Anna felt herself getting wetter, becoming more aroused. She knew what she wanted to do. "May I touch it?" The caress, the squeeze, the grasp. Roger had not felt another's hand on his cock since the day he had had to leave his girlfriend and Earth. The feeling was electric, if anything his cockhead appeared to be even more golden. He reached out and cupped Anna's breasts feeling the hard nipples in the palms of his hands. Her face turned to Roger and they kissed, at first tentatively and then with increasing passion. Anna felt behind her and lifted herself up to sit on the edge of the desk. She pulled Roger close, between her wide-open thighs. With her hand she guided him in. The golden dome touched and then pushed between the golden lips, sliding on the oil from Anna's post-human body; the two silver beings pulled together and the act of love began. Orgasm was very like human orgasm. It was designed to be. Roger did indeed produce fluid; he ejaculated in the traditional way adding to the copious fluid already provided by Anna. Anna's orgasm radiated from her sex, her whole body shivering in response. Reality, the realisation of what had just occurred hit Anna. Roger was jubilant at the success of his plan. After so long he had actually had sex with another person. He stepped away from Anna leaving a visible puddle between her thighs on the desk. She glanced down and closed her legs. "Roger, I sort of, sort of got carried away. You see the problem, I..." "My fault as well, Anna, I've had to deal with this for quite a time. To be honest it was so good to, to at last..." "Yes true, yes it certainly was. I feel much better, exhilarated. But what are we to do?" "Well, I'm happy, if you are, for us to help each other." "But I'm malfunctioning, you're set wrong." "Same difference really, your system may right itself. I'm stuck with it. Mind you who's to say what is right, what is wrong. It's only a malfunction in that you are meant to be turned off. The capability is there." "And you can't reset the controls?" Anna was moving into dangerous territory. Roger needed to stamp on that particular idea quickly. "Not a base level P-HR function. You need to be at a main centre for that. I don't have that level of control, check the manual it's all set out. I'd have switched myself off long ago, if I could." He laughed ruefully, "It's not been easy being the only..." "Having the only hard-on in the Complex," giggled Anna, "OK let's try and see what turns up." Roger seemed to have got Anna's settings about right. Possibly even a little high and he wondered if he should turn them down rather than up. It was important she, indeed both of them, were discreet to avoid complicated explanations should other P-Hs become aware of their unusual interest in each other. Indeed he did turn her down a touch after she re-appeared in his office only an hour later. "I can't get the image of your cock out of my mind, let me see it again, please now." Without asking she pulled the zipper on his overalls down and pulled the two halves of the garment apart. Sinking to her knees she watched as his penis responded, it rose to greet her and as it grew the knob changed from pale silver to shining gold. She stroked it gently before letting her hand drop down to feel his hanging balls. "Take off your overalls," she commanded. Roger stood legs apart, naked and silver but for the shining gold at the top of his erect cock. Anna played with his balls swinging them from side to side and weighing them in her hand. "Why are they so pendulant? They excite me; she lifted them separately with the fingers of each hand. Do they hurt if I squeeze?" "No, not at all. Luckily they are not like the originals!" Anna stroked the wrinkled silver skin with her fingertips, "I wish they were golden." She lent forward and, whilst she continued to manipulate Roger's silver scrotum, her silver lips came close to the golden knob. "Mmm, this excites me as well. Do you think oral sex is all right for P-Hs? Shall I try" She was not expecting Roger to answer. Her silver lips closed over the smooth shiny golden dome and she took his cockhead into her mouth. Roger watched his cock disappear into Anna's mouth; he thought she looked beautiful with her lips closed about his shaft. He stroked her shining silver head. Such a shame P-H's did not have hair. Just because he was post-human did not mean Roger could not feel all of the sensations of a women's tongue on his cock. Post-humans had tongues and could feel as humans can. If necessary they could damp their ability to feel, in the event of damage or the like. Roger had no need to cut out the sensations emanating from his cock. Far from it. "Would you like to come in my mouth?" Anna asked one of the questions a man, even a P-H, most likes to hear. Anna kept on playing with his balls, she loved their feel, the way they hung, she loved holding them in her hands Her work on Roger's cock excited him, his post-human response was very much as a human's, it would not be long before he came. The feeling was building in Roger. Rather than just let Anna work him he began to move his hips pushing his penis in and out of her mouth. Still her tongue worked on him licking his golden glans, tickling the particularly sensitive areas. Roger had no need to hold back and, no different from a human, he reached the point of no return. "I'm coming!" He began to pulse into Anna's waiting mouth, a further long awaited fantasy fulfilled. Pulse after successive pulse of his semen substitute shot into Anna's silver mouth. Anna was sure she had felt movement in Roger's balls; perhaps that was where his cum was stored, where the designers had located the reservoirs. It was logical enough. Was the fluid the same as her own lubrication? After Anna had gone, Roger sat in his office pleased with himself. Apart from a need to regulated Anna's sex drive, perhaps up a little when he was to meet her, perhaps down a little other times he seemed to have got things right. Nonetheless his curiosity got the better of him and he delved further into what he could control. He discovered to his delight, and not a little amusement, that he could increase Anna and his own pleasure in orgasm. He could literally increase the intensity. What was more he could increase the strength of his ejaculation, increase the quantity of fluid expelled. Not surprisingly Roger... well what would you have done if you could increase the intensity of your orgasm, the length of your ejaculation? There was nothing in the Complex's regulations about sleeping together. Some people did. It was not about sex; just some P-Hs did not like being alone. Generally however people had friends, shared time together but preferred being quiet and in their own company when going to bed and sleeping. Post-humans slept. Whether this was simply a reflection of their former lives or the designers had needed to include sleep for brain and body maintenance was not clear. Leastways Roger did not know the reason. Roger was not alone that night. As arranged Anna had dropped in. Lovemaking this time was not on the desk but in the more traditional location of the bed. Two silver bodies joined together, hard cock in wet vagina, mouths joined, breast-to-breast. Roger pistoning in and out of a well lubricated Anna. Orgasm took them both by surprise. Roger had of course turned up the power. Anna had never felt anything like it, nor had Roger. He came with powerful jets of cum, one, two, three, four...twelve! When Anna came down from the ceiling she found her sex swimming in fluid, both her own and Rogers, "That was awesome Roger, I have never, and I mean never..." Roger was, again, pleased with himself. The early days of their sexual activity lengthened into weeks, they were blissfully happy. Lovemaking was frequent and inventive. Anna lay naked on the bed, her silver body shining in the room's electric light. Resting on his elbows, between her splayed legs, Roger gazed at her sex. "Perfect in every detail." His fingers trailed over her mons Veneris, a perfect bare silver mound riven by the beginning of her sex. His fingers lingered at the start of the valley, at the very beginning of her slit. The two half moons of her labia major, like her mons, were smooth and shining silver. He stroked the two lips with his fingers. The feel was not at all hard and cold like metal but soft and warm like real skin. "Why are we silver coloured?" he said running two fingertips slowly up and down her outer lips. "Oh, I don't know, probably so we don't look human. We don't look human do we?" "No, we don't. But why not green or blue. I'd quite like to be blue!" "Well you're not all silver, a bit of you is gold. I would say sometimes a bit of you is gold but I'm pretty sure it's gold now! Anyway you'd look dreadful all coloured blue. Were you thinking of a light blue or a dark blue? And what colour would your cock turn? Bright orange?" She laughed, "Perhaps flashing, perhaps with swirling hypnotic stripes?" Roger watched the lubrication start to leak from Anna's sex and its colour start changing from silver to gold. Anna's inner lips were quite long and, as she was not fully aroused, they were closed. He slipped one finger over the boundary onto the very soft lips and very gently stroked along the very top of the lips. With the tip of his finger he pushed and the paired frilled edges parted revealing Anna's vagina, now golden and awash with lubrication. Roger swirled his finger lightly round and Anna sighed and closed her eyes. "Oh Roger, you can keep doing that all day." For a time he did just that, his finger just circling round with a feather light touch, occasionally pretending to start to enter before resuming its circuit. Roger was watching Anna's clitoris. Just like a little penis it had risen before its hood, slightly darker gold than its surroundings. Ever so slowly he elongated the circles his fingers were making, Anna felt the change, willed the finger on its increasingly eccentric orbit. The circle elongated until Roger was almost touching her clitoris as it went past and then, he elongated the orbit too much and went past on the other side running over the clitoris' hood. Anna was panting with excitement but Roger's finger never came back. Instead she felt his tongue lapping at her, swirling around the entrance to her vagina before teasingly moving slowly upwards, then dropping back again and encircling her vagina. Each time Roger's tongue went a little closer to her clitoris before dropping back. She was wet, very wet. She was golden, very golden. She was desperate, desperately in need of release. As Roger had hoped, the touch of his tongue on her little clit sent her spiralling up into orgasm. Her legs clamped on his head and held him firm as his tongue tickled her just...there! A few days later, Roger sat on the bed stroking Anna's naked and up turned bottom. She was reading but not disliking the attention. Her bottom, like the rest of her was silver, perfectly formed, and rounded with just a little overhang when she stood, not an even curve into her thighs but rather a change from a gentle slope to a sharper inward angle. Perfect for stroking, perfect for patting. His stroking fingers moved steadily closer to the divide between the cheeks. Anna put her book down; Roger's caresses were developing into some more substantial activity. His fingers slipped into her crack and stroked her little wrinkled bottom hole. His fingers lightly traced around the orifice feeling its shape and texture. "Why do we have these, we don't..." "No, we don't. I haven't an idea." "I wonder if?" Roger pressed his finger on her anus, "I wonder if it's just there for sex?" "Why bother, I've already got the usual place. Two would be a bit of a design overkill." "Well there's the gay angle and, if that was the reason, it would be logical to match the two sexes up, and of course it feels different, it's tighter." "If I get your drift and translate what you're saying, I think you want to fuck my bottom?" "It does look inviting, it would be interesting to see if it works." Roger moved his hand to stroke the very outside of Anna's labia. "Alright then, try your finger." Roger's finger drifted around Anna's sex exciting her, bringing out the lubrication he needed. His fingers got wetter, Anna's sex turned to gold. With his now oily finger he approached Anna's bottom. He pushed and met resistance, it was very humanlike, He ran his finger round, massaging and encouraging it to relax. Roger pushed harder and his finger started to slip into Anna's bottom. With his first knuckle in he asked if Anna was comfortable with what he was doing. "It's kinda nice, no you go on." Roger pushed and his finger slid further in until his other bent fingers were lying along her bottom crack and his thumb lying along her sex, its end lightly resting on her clitoris. He slowly withdrew his finger almost to its tip before sliding it back in again. Each time he did this the widening diameter of his finger eased open Anna's anus and, each time he pushed fully in, his thumb came down on Anna's clitoris making her moan. She became wetter "It's good Roger, I like this, a bit faster." Anna began to push against the invading finger; her bottom came off the bed and, with her head and arms resting on the bed, her bottom cheeks flared revealing to Roger's view the wrinkled hole he was massaging with his silver finger. His eyes widened in surprise. "Anna, you're not going to believe this but your bottom, your anus it's gone gold too!" "Mmm, it certainly feels like that, Roger, it feels golden! Keep stroking." Roger continued to rub and Anna pushed back against his finger with increasing enthusiasm. Roger liked what he was doing but the hardness in his overalls needed attention. He brought a second finger into play. Well lubricated, he was able to slip that in as well. "Anna may I try and..." "Yesss." Roger got off the bed and removed his overalls. His silver shaft jutted from his thighs surmounted by its now golden knob. Anna waited, eyes closed, bottom elevated. She felt the golden end of Roger's penis touch her bottom; his hands clasp her thighs; she waited tingling in anticipation. Roger did not immediately attempt entry; he dipped his penis and pulled its head right from the front to the back of her sex gaining lubrication. The electric feel as it ran over her clitoris was wonderful. Roger did the same twice more before Anna again felt the cockhead touch her rear opening. She moved her bottom back and relaxed. Roger pushed and the smooth dome shape of the penis, lubricated with her own oil, pressed against the tightness of the hole widening it. Slowly Roger began to enter, the opening widening to accommodate his cock. Roger had wanted to see his penis push into Anna's bottom. He did not lean over her but kept his back straight so he could watch. Clasped between his hands were her silver cheeks, soft and inviting. There at the very centre of her bottom was the other hole, small wrinkled but so strangely and absurdly gold, he touched the entrance with his penis and pushed. Slick with Anna's oil it began to push the opening apart. He watched as Anna's anus stretched and the golden head of his penis began to slip in. Maintaining a constant pressure his progress was steady, the opening widening absorbing more and more of the head until the gold disappeared, the anal ring fitting tightly round the shaft just where the ring of the domed head ended. The anus had reached the necessary dilation, all Roger needed to do now was push, the opening was wide enough to admit the whole of his penis. He paused for a moment and then resumed the steady progress; the penis slipped forward, more and more disappearing into Anna's bottom. When he could go no further Roger paused, "Alright?" he asked. His hand slipped under her and stroked her wet sex. "What? Oh, yes, it feels good, surprisingly good, yes, different but good. I like this. Go on, start moving, and do as you said, fuck my bottom." Roger did as he was told. Slowly he pulled his penis back out of Anna's bottom. Still fascinated by the sight he watched the shaft, slick with lubrication, reappearing until only the golden head remained lodged inside. He lent forward and pushed again, and watched his penis sliding back into Anna. Drawing his fingers together he pushed them into Anna's front opening. She was now filled front and back. From her pillow came moans. Roger drew his penis out again. The smooth tightness on his cock was exquisite. He would need to control his strokes, not over excite or he would come too soon, too soon for Anna. He was, however, not only fucking her back passage but also working his fingers in and out of Anna's vagina. She would not be long in coming. Anna was pushing enthusiastically back at him, too enthusiastically; Roger needed to keep the motion slow. "Keep still Anna, you'll make me come. I'm fucking your bottom not you fucking my cock remember!" The Choice: Silver and Gold "Don't slow, I'm about to fucking come, so go on fuck me hard and shoot." Roger released her sex and with both hands held onto her hips hard and moved his hips rapidly backwards and forwards, his cock like a piston worked in and out of Anna's bottom. Anna let out a series of deep sighs as Roger, trying as hard as he could not to release, could hold back no longer and spurted into her again and again. Roger had not turned down his semen substitute production settings; his output was copious and prolonged! The activity slowed, the piston came to rest. Anna stayed still, her bottom in the air containing Roger's still rigid cock. After a time Roger pulled away, his cock sliding out until only the head was still contained within Anna. Roger looked down and pulled back drawing the still firm and golden head out of Anna's bottom. As the opening closed the product of its recent visitation, Roger's over-production of semen substitute, began to trickle out and onto the bed. "Phew! Roger I do like sex. After all this time I am amazed." She rolled over on her back, "Come on lie on top of me, squash me." Let's sleep and then fuck again." It was not long after their discovery of the pleasures of P-H anal sex that Roger persuaded Anna to join him on one of his rambles out into the unexplored areas near the Complex. Anna had not been a walker before the Choice and it had not occurred to her since then to take it up as a hobby. They set off before dawn when it was cooler. Roger wished to show her his swimming pool, or rather the frozen lake in the mountains. "You've really been swimming! I used to swim a lot when I was little. I got quite good and won races but when I grew up I didn't swim very much at all. The occasional seaside holiday I suppose. You haven't made a boat have you? I always meant to go sailing." Roger had not thought of a boat. Making one might be difficult. Certainly there was no wood or anything that approximated to it on this world and it might be hard to modify anything in the stores. Still it was an idea. Sailing under an alien sun or moons would be quite an adventure. They talked about the idea for some time as they crossed the plain towards the foothills of the mountains. They were careful to avoid the crevasses and once did Anna slip but Roger grabbed her hand and all was well. Probably she would not have fallen but it would have been awful if she had and been badly damaged. Roger was surprised at how upsetting that idea was to him. He realised how very fond he had become of Anna. He was quite quiet for a while as they steadily made their way up towards the saddle between the two peaks. This would give Anna the view into the valley of the frozen lake. In the soft moonslight they reached the saddle and looked down on Roger's secret valley on the silent alien world. They were utterly alone. No movement, no animals, no birds disturbed the harsh alien landscaper of rock and stones. "See the reflected light there? That's it, the lake." "Bigger than I thought. What a sight, so cold, austere and mysterious. Hold my hand, Roger" They descended into the valley and reached the lake just as the sun rose. With the arrival of the sun's light the lake lost its mystery and, as Roger had seen before, it stood out in sharp focus, a spellbinding but harsh beauty. "I sat here and threw pebbles, and then as the sun got hotter I saw mist rise from the lake and I was enveloped in a fog, sort of eerie but really beautiful. Then I swam." As they looked out over the frozen surface of the lake it began to show wisps of vapour. Gradually the lake disappeared and the mist, only just above the surface rolled off the lake onto the shore, it crept over their feet and then began to rise higher. Anna watched the mist rising and the ground disappearing around them until the whole valley floor was gone. She looked at Roger, who was gazing away from her out over the lake; she could only see him from the waist up, his legs and hips lost in the mist. She reached for the zip of her overalls, pulled down and let them fall off her shoulders and down to her ankles. Bending she disappeared into the mist and took off her boots and removed the overalls. "Anna, where have you gone?" she heard slightly muffled by the mist. Roger was looking this way and that as Anna seemed one moment there and when he turned back she was gone, when Anna rose up out of the mist, her naked silver torso looking strangely ethereal, surprising and exciting him all in one moment. He could see the beginnings of a golden hue to her hardening nipples, her intentions were easily read. In a moment his overalls too were discarded and they walked towards each other. Anna's bisected mound of Venus and his rapidly risen cock hidden by the rising mist. Despite it not being visible, Anna's hand found his penis and began to stroke it, feeling its hardness. Roger's hands held her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples, causing them to fully erect. They kissed for a long time, their eyes closed, their mouths open to each other, their tongues playing together. When they opened their eyes they found themselves lost in the mist, it had risen over them as they kissed. They could see nothing in the fog. "Anna, come on let's swim." Taking her hand, his penis bobbing in front of him, Roger led Anna to the lake. The feel of the still very cold liquid on her ankles was interesting. It did not shock as it would have done had she still been human, she could cope with temperature variations, they did not hurt her, and they did not cause her ardour to lessen or go. The P-Hs walked hand-in-hand into the Lake and began swimming. Anna started off with breaststroke, calling up memories of a skill learnt in school so many years ago. She remembered the crawl and set off at a faster pace. Roger scythed through the water after her, his penis erect below him, pointing forward as if searching ahead. He could hear where Anna was by the splashes of her swimming and he followed her. She stopped and he came up beside her treading water. He felt her hand once more on his penis. "Still erect? I am too, go on feel me" Roger felt between her moving thighs as she trod water. He could feel the hard little nub of her clitoris, erect and wanting attention, Roger pulled Anna to him, his penis nosing her mons. They kissed once again, and as they kissed they sank beneath the surface, down and down. Anna's knees floated upwards either side of Roger's hips, her sex widening ready for Roger's erection to penetrate her. Her feet fastened behind his back and she pulled herself closer to him forcing his cock into her. She moved her hips pulling the cock in and out of her. Roger's hands slipped down her back and held her bottom cheeks, massaging and pulling at them. He slipped a finger into her bottom and Anna began pushing harder. Down and down they sank, not needing to breath, just needing each other and to fuck. They bumped onto the lake bottom but did not miss a stroke. The two P-Hs took it carefully, wanting to prolong the moment, totally involved in each other, in the silence below the lake. Roger felt the start of Anna's orgasm, the shivering and clenching followed by the extra hard thrust as she pushed him as far into her as he could go. She quietened and Roger ceased moving, still iron hard, but waiting for Anna to recover. She stroked his back and then pulled off him. Only a little sunlight made its way down to the lake's bottom and by this Roger watched Anna swim down and envelop his cockhead in her mouth. Her flicking tongue on his penis was a delicious feeling, he shuddered almost coming but held on as she tickled and excited him, holding his cock in her mouth. Roger pulled her up to him, kissed her again, and sank his cock back into her sex, her legs and feet locking him in once again. A few thrusts and he began pulsing into her, literally filling her with his semen-substitute, as his orgasm went on and on. The two lovers swam hand in hand back up to the surface. The world was still lost in a fog and they swam happily around until the fog cleared, splashing and playing as if they had been at a Mediterranean beach back on Earth and not somewhere so starkly alien. They were happy, happier than either had been since the Choice. It was only one day later. What a change one day can make. How very different a world can seem. How very different the existences of two post-humans can become in such a short time. Roger was at work on P-HR matters at the Complex. The news of the accident came through to him quickly and, because of his job, as a matter of course. Five P-Hs badly damaged. Her name was on the list. He re-read it five times, unable to understand, believe, comprehend or accept what he was reading. Repairing the damage to Anna was more than could be accomplished at the Complex. It was, as yet, a small foothold on the planet. In years to come more facilities would be built. For now it was off world for Anna, on to a larger colony. She would be fully repaired; there would be nothing to show she had ever been damaged. Whether she would return would be doubtful, a new assignment would be made. The next shuttle was due to leave that day. It had been loading out on the plain for the last few days. "I wasn't paying proper attention Roger, I was thinking of you and, well I was thinking of sex. I should have been concentrating on the job. I was thinking of sex and now look at me, what a mess. Trying to look on the bright side, ha! Had I still been human I'd have been very dead. I am of course very dead, but you know what I mean. This can be repaired, I'll be good as new, only Roger dear, I've got to be sent far away where there are the repair facilities for major damage. It's not like ripped skin or eye replacements; I'm told this is a big thing. Reading between the lines I think it means a new body though I may be wrong but I suppose transfer must be possible? Anyway I can be repaired, I'll be all right but what about you left here and...us?" It was the second heart wrenching parting for Roger in his short post-life. He was desolate. Undoubtedly it was love. Roger had started off wanting sex but his relationship with Anna had grown beyond his basic desires. He was fully aware that he had manipulated Anna's mind, not by mere suggestion, subterfuge or even hypnosis because he did, actually, have the key to the controls to her mind: but he had not adjusted his own mind. He had fallen deeply for Anna. It would take him many, many months to get over her. He was not so down and depressed to be incapable of thought or fail to ensure he modified Anna's controls before she left the planet. He was sure she would be happier if her sex drive was turned off for her journey amongst the stars. For her future it would not be easy if she was the only switched on P-H on whatever planet or base she was sent to next. He knew that from his own experience. As the moment of launch approached Roger turned down the control almost to zero. He left it just a little on, risky perhaps, what if it was noticed when she was rebuilt? But he did not want her to totally forget: or rather not have any interest in recalling what they had had together. It would not cause her a problem, he reasoned to himself. He would cherish the memories: he could not bear the thought of her not doing so. He put his head in his hands and wept. Out on the plain, bathed in the light of the twin moons, the spaceship lifted away, gradually becoming smaller and smaller until it was gone.