8 comments/ 31430 views/ 15 favorites Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale By: mstrhole "Thank goodness for modern science," Ali said as she smoothed her tight black skirt across her shapely hips. The tall brunette turned this way and that in front of her mirror, admiring her taut, toned, and trim figure. Her hands moved up from her hips to cup the twin handfuls at her chest, and she indulged in a brief nipple pinch just to tease herself. A last touch of makeup and Ali was ready for the evening. Of course, if anyone had seen "Ali" two hours earlier when "she" came home from her office, they would have been completely confused. You see, by day, Ali was "Al," a corporate vice president on his way up the ladder to the top of the company. But, by night, "Al" became "Ali" -- the lovely female who looked at herself in the mirror so lovingly. To resolve this conflict of observable data, we must journey back in time a year and visit a very unhappy Al Fresco, alone in his apartment, crying. "God...I'm so confused. I know I'm really a woman trapped in a man's body...what can I do...I want the pain to stop. Maybe I just need to die." Yes, Al had reached a low point in his life; and not just because his monologues were so absurd. Not willing to live an openly gay lifestyle -- he didn't consider himself gay, per se -- Al just wanted to be able to live life as a woman. He had no idea how he could pull off such a transformation and still keep his promising career as an executive in one of America's fastest growing companies. And, so, he was in the depths of depression. Suicide was on his mind. And then there were the dreams. Dreams of being transformed into the woman he knew lived inside. Dreams of being a powerful male figure, confident and self assured. Dreams filled with erotic images of sexual bliss with other men and women. The dreams were fantastically detailed, and what's more -- he remembered them when he awoke. But they only served to depress him all the more, for the stuff of his dreams was as far out of his reach as the stars up in the sky. For some reason he felt the urge to go for a walk. "Maybe a mugger will kill me while I'm strolling through the park," he mused. A light rain and cool breeze were Al's companions on this early fall night -- the park was deserted and quiet. When the silence was disturbed by a faint humming sound, Al barely noticed, so lost was he in his problems. When his skin began to tingle, however, he noticed at once and stopped dead in his tracks. "Wha-what's happening?" Al felt like a million tiny insects were crawling across his skin. He screamed, and was frozen in place, his howl of terror cut off in mid burst as the world he knew disappeared. Thankfully, Al fainted, his body taking resort to this defense against what was perceived as an assault on his sanity; which is why he did not take note of his surroundings again for some time. Let's just say, for the sake of moving the story along, that he went *somewhere* and met *someone* (or a number of *someones*) who changed his life forever. You see, we are definitely *not* alone in this universe, and there *are* beings more intelligent, more powerful, and much more open minded about sex in the vast expanses of sidereal space.Al had been observed for some time by these benevolent space beings. We'll call them the Polymorphs. We couldn't pronounce their name for themselves (any more than I could spell it), so Polymorphs will have to do. The Poly's or Morphs if you will, are a race of *true* hermaphrodites. No, not the fake ones in Paul Norman movies... These are real. And, they can change themselves, by a mere thought, to emphasize either male or female characteristics. At any rate, they had been watching Al, and decided to make him a test case. They wanted to see if it was possible, using their advanced science, to take a human being and transform it into a Polymorph. It was a dangerous procedure. Had they not known Al's mental state, and that he wanted to end his life anyway, they would not have risked it. As it was, they considered themselves his last hope. It was they who had supplied his vividly detailed dreams -- as a means of preparing him for what would happen when he awoke after several days (yes, days) of surgery and mental re-arranging (I *said* they were advanced, didn't I?). Finally, their scientists declared themselves finished, and, as far as they were concerned, successful. Still, there was the patient to awaken, and the true success of the experiment would have to be judged by more than just the simple fact that she/he had survived the operation. Al Fresco had no memory of anything after the paralysis in the park. He had no knowledge of where he was, or why. He should have been totally terrified. But, he wasn't. A curious peace came over him as if he'd been subjected to a long period of stress suddenly relieved. He didn't know why yet, but something about him was different. His body felt different for one thing. It was shaped differently. He felt more powerful than he had ever felt before, both physically and mentally. He decided it was time to open his eyes. When he did, he was looking directly into the face of a beautiful woman. Somehow, this didn't shock him. "Hello," he said. "Who are you, and where am I?" "Glad to see you're awake, and, apparently, feeling all right. Hungry?" "Yes, and you didn't answer my question." The lovely lady leaning over him laughed lightly, and backed away a bit, returning with a hand held mirror. "What's that for," he asked. "Here. Take a look at yourself." Al put his hand out for the mirror and had his first real shock -- his hands were the beautifully manicured ones that he'd dreamed of having some day. They trembled slightly as he took the mirror and held it up to his face. He almost screamed -- his mind overwhelmed by things he could not understand -- but stifled it, enforcing calm upon his emotions with mental powers that he did not know he had ever possessed. (In truth, he *hadn't* had these powers until the Polymorphs gave them to him). Staring out at him from the depths of the mirror was yet another beautiful woman. And, yet, it was *his* face. It was undeniably his face. But transformed. Radiant. Glowing. You get the picture. He handed the mirror back. "I trust that there is an explanation for this," he said, with more calm than he was feeling -- or was it "she"? "Indeed. But it can wait. You said you were hungry. Let's get you something to eat and I'll explain." Al took the hand offered and the assistance in standing that went with it. He was clad in some sort of gown. When he looked down, he saw that the top of the gown bulged out pleasantly with what *had* to be a set of womanly breasts (nice ones too -- not too big or too small) whose nipples poked out the nearly transparent fabric deliciously. He smiled. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think at this point, we'll start calling him "she" just to keep the genders from getting too confused, and because typing "she/he" all the time is a real pain in the ass.) "What should I call you?" "You can call me Betty -- can I call you ... Al?" "Hmmm...Maybe you should call me Ali, instead?" "Ali it is then." Ali, as we can now call the human formerly known as Al Fresco, followed her new friend, Betty, through a maze of corridors. Ali did not know that she was on a star ship, now far away from Earth. She would know that in time. Soon, they came to a door which swooshed open as they approached ("just like on Star Trek," Ali thought, laughing to herself) revealing a room with tables prepared and food set out. Betty told her which things were OK for her to eat and which she should avoid. Soon, Ali was enjoying the food, and Betty was explaining about the Polymorphs and what they had done to intervene in the sad life of Al Fresco. Tears began to form in Ali's eyes as the tale was told. They were tears of gratitude and joy. "I feel like I've been released from prison -- like I was about to be executed and the governor called to pardon me or something," Ali sobbed. Betty put her arm around Ali's shoulders and hugged her. "You have been released from prison, dear Ali," Betty whispered. "And now that you're free, I'm going to teach you what that means," she added, smiling into Ali's tear stained face. Their meal finished, the two women tidied up after themselves and left the dining room. Once more, Ali was led through a maze of corridors until they came to another doorway. This one required a word from Betty -- a word which Ali didn't understand -- to open. They entered what were obviously someone's personal quarters, but somehow Ali didn't think they were Betty's. "Here's your new room, Ali. What do you think of it?" "Mine?" "Yes, yours. For as long as you stay with us." Ali turned to Betty and hugged her, whispering thanks, and kissing her new friend on the cheek. Betty hugged Ali back and let her know she was welcome. Then, she disengaged and began to show Ali the features of her new quarters. "There, that should get you started anyway -- you still have lots to learn. But, now that I've shown you what your room can do, I'd like to show you some things about yourself as well. To do that, we'll both have to be naked," she said, with a big smile. Putting action to words, Betty quickly stripped, showing no signs of self consciousness whatsoever. Ali, who was very curious about her new self followed suit without even stopping to think about how weird the situation was. Soon the two were naked, standing face to face. Betty took Ali's hand and the two walked over to a full length mirror. "Take a look at the new you. Quite an improvement, wouldn't you say?" "Wow," was all that Ali could get out for a few moments as she stared at her reflection. She was a 5 foot 10 inch vision. High, proud breasts with long perfectly shaped nipples (now standing at attention), a tight yet feminine belly, gently swelling hips, a marvelous love cradle with a thick covering of brown pubic hair hiding the treasures beneath, and a pair of perfectly shaped legs. Al Fresco had been in rather good shape, but his body was *nothing* to compare with Ali's. Betty laughed at Ali's reaction. "I'll take that as a positive response to our work then?" "That's an understatement." "OK, well, there are some things you need to know about your new 'equipment'," Betty said, turning to face Ali. "Oh? Like what?" "Well, for one thing, spread the lips of your pussy and take a look in the mirror." Ali was just a bit taken aback at that, never having touched her genitals in front of another person before, but she thought 'what the heck -- it's a new life now,' and went ahead, staring intently into the mirror as she used her fingers to peel back the fleshy folds of her outer labia to peek at the pink interior. "My GOD!" she gasped. Ali stared, dumbstruck. She had a cock just above her pussy, hidden within the thicket of brown hair at the base of her pubic mound. "Yes, Ali, you have a much bigger than average clitoris. It's Al Fresco's old penis, actually, only it's much more useful. When aroused, it will grow rather significantly and function just as a man's penis would. You'll find that its tumescent length will be about 9 full inches. And, you will be able to ejaculate. You will piss through your penis, just like always. Your testes are still with you, but they are modified and will not produce testosterone except under certain circumstances. They are also buried in your abdomen....no worries about getting kicked in the balls," Betty finished with a little chuckle at her own joke. Ali was still speechless. The thought of having a nine inch cock was mind boggling. She continued to explore her new equipment, spreading her legs and pushing her pubis out toward the mirror. She could see a coral colored set of inner labia, and nestled between them, an inviting chasm which was the opening to her vagina. She began to cry, quietly, tears of joy streaming down her face. Betty took her in her arms and held her while Ali sobbed. "Oh, Betty," Ali whispered between sobs, "it's all so fantastic. All my life, trapped in a man's body, knowing I was really a woman, and now this...I don't know how I can ever thank you." "You're welcome, of course, and no thanks are necessary. We used you in a way, as an experiment for our scientists. If this works out, and the next 48 of your hours should tell the tale, we'll be able to do this for anyone in your situation." Ali felt Betty's breasts pressed into her own, the heat from Betty's flesh matched Ali's heat and the newly formed woman felt her "clit" begin to swell. Betty stepped back. "Ali, let me show you how I'm set up. What we did for you we call a 'cock over.' I'm a little different." Betty spread the lips of her own pussy and pushed it forward. In her case, the opening to her vagina was higher up in the pubic area than Ali's, and Betty's cock was nestled neatly down between her legs, *underneath* her vagina. "See? I'm what's called a 'cock under.' That may be important later on," she said mysteriously, "but, we'll see. There are a few other things you need to know about as well. Watch." Ali watched as Betty's face took on a look of intense concentration. The tall blond began to change right before Ali's eyes, her whole body shifting, reshaping. Gone were the generous breasts, the flaring hips, and long hair. To Ali's astonishment, Betty turned into a gorgeous MAN right before her eyes. Tall, powerful, wonderfully sculpted, and hung like a horse. "Oh my God...that's weird! How did you do that?" "I'm a polymorph, Ali; I can change from woman to man and back again any time I like. It takes some practice and some energy, but now I can do it at will. And, you know what? So can you." "Really? I can become a man if I want to? Not that I'd want to, of course." "Yes, Ali, you can become Al again if you want. And, you may find out that it has some real advantages. For one thing, you can keep your old job when we take you back to earth. Right now you're 'out of town tending to a family emergency' but when you go back, you'll be able to walk right into your old job. The difference will be that when you're not at work, you can be Ali, with none the wiser." "Incredible. How do I do it?" "Well, you will want to get used to this body first. Let's give it some time. If you get through the next twenty four hours without any problems, we'll work on it together. Now, Ali, how would you like to have sex as a woman?" "With you?" "No, not with me, at least not yet, but we do have some men on board -- slaves -- who are trained to give pleasure to those such as we. Please understand that on the planet where we originated, not all are as I am. The polymorphs rule the world and are revered by both men and women. "Would you mind if I took a closer look at your equipment?" "Not at all, Ali," replied Betty in a deep and powerful voice. Ali knelt down in front of the beautiful 'man' before her and began to look closely at the space between 'his' legs -- just moments ago the location of a lovely pussy. When she looked closely, through the dense covering of hair, she could see that there was still an opening there, but it was well hidden and not nearly as prominent as it had been before. A large, soft, penis hung there. Ali had the sudden urge to take it in her mouth, but she resisted. "Very interesting. So, if I changed to a man, I'd still have a pussy?" "Yes, you would, it would just be de-emphasized." "Incredible. I'd never have dreamed that such a thing was possible." "Well, you have the evidence right before you." "I'm still sort of in shock. This is a lot to absorb all at once." "You'll learn to enjoy your new body, trust me," Betty said, smiling. "How about starting by learning how to have sex as a woman?" "Sure!" Betty went to the wall and pressed a button, then spoke; summoning someone to come to their room. Moments later the door whooshed open and in walked one of the most gorgeous men Ali had ever seen. He was about 6 feet tall, lots of dark, curly hair, and a trim, yet muscular frame. He was wearing a pair of what we would call running shorts and nothing else. For some reason, and Ali didn't even think about this until much, much, later, she wasn't at all embarrassed at being stark naked in front of this handsome man. "Ali," Betty said, "This is Ronald. He will take care of your needs for as long as you like. Ronald, pay your respects to Ali -- she is your mistress for the evening." Ronald said nothing, but walked to Ali and knelt in front of her, kissing her feet. Ali was speechless. Betty was grinning from ear to ear. "Ali," she said, "Ronald is one of our slaves. The lesser races on our planet -- those who are not polymorphs -- serve us and we take care of them, making sure that they are properly fed, educated, and protected. If not for us, some other space faring race would have conquered them by now. Genetically, they are programmed to be lovers, not fighters. Ronald has been trained since puberty in the ways of giving pleasure to a polymorph. He will be yours for the night. Oh, and one more thing -- we do not practice any of the degrading forms of slavery found on your planet. Ronald will serve you, but he does so because that is his nature. He is not your equal, and understands his position, but he is a sentient being and I am giving him to you not only for your use, but for your care as well. Do you understand?" "I think so, Betty. This is all so new to me," Ali replied. "Ronald can explain things to you if you have questions. Have fun!" Betty kissed Ali lightly on the cheek, smiled once at Ronald, and then swept out of the room. As the door whooshed shut, Ronald stood up and faced his new Mistress. "It has been explained to me that you are new to this form, and may need help understanding how your new body works. Is this correct?" Ronald's rich masculine voice washed over Ali's senses like a powerful aphrodisiac. It took her a moment to reply. "Yes, I guess that's true. I mean, one minute I was on earth and very unhappy, and the next thing I know, I'm in outer space and have a whole new body and mental outlook. It's pretty overwhelming. One thing I know though," Ali said. "Yes, Mistress?" "I'm horny as hell." Ronald grinned. "Then, it is good that I am here. I can help you with that." Ronald stepped up to Ali, put his arms around her, and claimed her mouth with a kiss. Ali responded instantly, hungrily, wrapping her own arms around Ronald and feeling her new breasts press into his chest. She also felt his rapidly swelling cock press into her belly as their embrace deepened and became more passionate. "Mmmm...Ronald..." Ali whispered as they came up for air, "make love to me." "With pleasure, Mistress," Ronald replied, guiding her to the bed. He quickly stepped out of his garment -- the shorts were all that he wore -- and he was as naked as she. Once again, Ronald put his arms around the brand new polymorph and began to kiss her again; only this time, his hands explored her flesh as the kiss went on, and he began to caress her back, her buttocks, and, finally, her magnificent breasts. Ali's hands were not idle either, but they were more focused. She was fascinated by Ronald's cock. She'd never handled another man's dick before. She also noticed a curious feeling between her legs, and then she realized that her pussy was leaking its lusty evidence of arousal onto her thighs. Ronald gently steered Ali onto the bed, following her down to the cool, crisp, sheets and laying next to her, continuing their passionate kiss. His right hand continued to explore Ali's flesh, tweaking her nipples, stroking her flanks, finally settling between her legs at the apex of her powerful thighs. "Oh, yesssssss," Ali hissed as she felt his fingers begin to explore her pussy. She spread her legs wide, giving him greater access to her charms. Ronald quickly had two fingers manipulating the interior of her brand new womanhood, his palm applying gentle pressure to her "clit," which responded by becoming stiff and sensitive. Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale Ali wanted more than just Ronald's fingers, however. The powerful new being rolled over, pinning Ronald to the bed. Straddling the handsome slave, she gripped his cock and guided it to her pussy. "Ahhhhhhhh," she sighed as she felt it slide home in her wet sheath. Tears of joy once again ran down her cheeks as she sat there, feeling that special fullness that all women feel when they have a hard, living, cock throbbing inside of them. Ronald, who had been briefed on Ali's situation, waited patiently for the emotional squall to pass, gently flexing his cock to keep bringing pleasure to this new goddess that he was born to serve. The moment passed; Ali's tears stopped; and a new look of pure, unadulterated lust came over her face; a face that was now so fierce that it would have brought a pang of fear into the heart of the toughest mugger in the park. Ronald knew what to expect, however, and braced himself for a rough ride. Ali leaned forward, kissing Ronald on the mouth, but now the kiss was that of a warrior claiming what warriors the world over have claimed after victorious battles. It was a hard kiss, a kiss of deep passion and overriding lust. At the same time, her hips began to move in the ancient rhythm of procreation. Up and down she moved her hips, sheathing and unsheathing the fleshy sword that pierced her innards so pleasurably; feeling its surface drag across her clit on each stroke. A low moan escaped her lips, and continued, its pitch rising with her passion, until only dogs (and not all of those) could have heard her. Her wails would have made bats plug their ears, and it went on and on, as years of pent up frustration, fear, and humiliation were swept right out of her life under the wave of her first orgasm as a woman. Her powerful pussy muscles clamped down hard on the tumescent invader between her legs, gripping it, massaging it, caressing it as her orgasm continued. Her hips squirmed around, seeking to touch every micron of flesh within her against the steely hunk of gristle stabbing her guts. Her hips went into overdrive, pummeling Ronald's pubis on each down stroke, causing him to grunt with satisfaction every time he bottomed out in Ali's pleasure gorge. He was performing his highest function -- bringing pleasure to a Poly -- and he was happy to do so. He knew she was inexperienced in the lists of love, and would be glad to teach her the finer points of her new body later. Right now, though, he knew that she needed to do things this way -- to get it out of her system. He took her breasts in his hands and began to expertly manipulate the flesh hanging from Ali's chest. These were not artificial breasts, filled with silicone, but the real deal, and they actually *hung* from Ali's chest, rather than protruding. As he tweaked each of her ultra sensitive nipples, Ali found her voice again. "Oh, fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh God! Ronald! What are you doing to me? Oh shit! That's SO good. Oh yeah! Don't stop. Don't you dare stop, you hear me!" Ronald was smiling, as all performers do who love an appreciative audience. It was almost too easy to make Ali cum. The hard part would be getting her to stop cumming. Or to get her to stop cumming before she wore his poor cock to a frazzle. For the sake of not turning this into "War and Peace," or "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," or "The Bear and the Dragon," we'll just say that this sort of thing went on for a while. As a well trained pleasure slave, Ronald was able to control his own climax, although how he did it will remain a mystery. There is no baseball on the Poly's home world (a shame, really, they have such an otherwise marvelous civilization) so we can be safe in our assumption that he was not reciting batting averages. Whatever the method, Ronald had survived a considerable period of penis pummeling at the hands, or rather at the pussy, of Ali the brand new Poly. "Ronald, I want to suck your cock and I want you to cum in my mouth," Ali gasped. Keep in mind that this story is being written by a man, and in porn written by men, all women want men to cum in their mouths or on their faces, or all over their tits -- we're all influenced by the porn we saw as teenagers I'm afraid -- just blowing a load INSIDE a woman isn't good enough any more, alas. Ronald, not being burdened by having to read the author's asides, quickly positioned himself to offer his cock to Ali's newly feminized mouth. Ali, the kid in the candy store in this scene, gobbled it up like a Willy Wonka chocolate bar and devoured it. Not literally, of course, as this isn't a story about cannibals. Ali inhaled Ronald's not inconsiderable length, pressing her face forward until it was buried in his stiff, dark, pubic hair; her lower lip feeling the top of his secret sack. Fireworks were still going off in her brain. She had both hands on Ronald's ass, and she was urging him forward and back, fucking her mouth and throat with his meat pole, relishing her newly found womanliness as she sucked him ravenously. Releasing his ass with one hand, she began to fist his cock. She pulled it out of her mouth, a shining, trembling, tower of flesh, and looked up at Ronald. "Ronald, I want you to cum for me. I want you to blow a huge load down my throat. I want to taste your cum. I want it to fill my mouth and run down my chin and drip onto my tits." "As you wish, Mistress," Ronald replied. Once more, Ali recaptured Ronald's cock in her oral cavity and began to Hoover it toward a creamy finish. Having been ordered to cum, Ronald performed whatever mental gymnastics his race had mastered, and released his own pleasure. "ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" he groaned, as a torrent of hot, thick, salty goo erupted from his cock into Ali's sucking mouth. She squealed with delight at the first taste of his alien essence, and moaned with pleasure as the flow continued, challenging her ability to swallow its volume. Some began to leak from around his cock, through her lips, down her chin, to drip warmly on her tits. Another wish fulfilled. She continued to gulp down his scalding scum, which was being produced in quantities that shocked her. But, she stayed with it, continuing to stroke his cock with her hands while her lips and tongue continued to stimulate Ronald's spitting stalk. Finally, when she was wondering where she was going to put any more dick juice, the flood slowed to a stream and then to a trickle, finally stopping all together. With a final suck, Ali released Ronald's cock and sat back on her haunches, a thoroughly satisfied look on her face. "My god, Ronald, that was fantastic," she sighed. Then, she curled up on the bed and went to sleep. "Just like a Poly," Ronald said, in a respectfully ironic way, "get what they want from you and then off to sleep." He stretched out next to Ali, put an arm over her recumbent form, snuggling up to her womanly body, and went to sleep. He was, after all, a man who had just blown a huge load. They'd both wake up later, when he would really start to show her what she could do with her new body. The thought gave him a hardon as he dreamt the dreams of the pleasure slave. Ali woke up with Ronald's cock rubbing between her legs from behind, its slippery head rubbing between her labial folds, riding on a layer of her own lubricant; and his -- the males of Ronald's race exuded a lubricant from their penises that was much more copious than human males, somewhat on the order of Astroglide, which made it very convenient for them to engage in anal sex as we shall soon see. "Mmmmm...what a wonderful way to wake up," Ali whispered, almost to herself. She adjusted her hips and lifted her right leg (she was laying on her left side), reached down between her legs, and guided Ronald's hard cock between her moist folds and into the chamber of her love cradle. Ronald gasped as he felt his cock enveloped by Ali's warm wetness, and he began to slowly rock his hips forward and back sliding his cock in and out of Ali's pussy. He nuzzled the back of her neck, licking and nibbling the flesh at the nape. Ali shivered at the sensual contact and gasped as she felt Ronald's hand reach around and cradle her right breast, his thumb tweaking the nipple to hardness. The triple sensations of his cock, his lips, and his hand on three of her most erogenous zones soon had Ali writhing in ecstasy. Ronald rolled Ali over on her stomach and began to pump his cock more vigorously in and out of her greedy pussy hole. She pumped her hips back up at him adding energy to their fucking. Ronald then got to his knees, pulling Ali up with him and began to do her doggy style, his heavy nut sack slapping up against Ali's cock/clit on each stroke. In this position, he could lean forward and resume his oral assault on the nape of Ali's neck, as well as occupy his hands with the ripe melons hanging from her chest. Once again, Ali was in sensory overload. Her newfound female sexuality was just that -- newfound, and she had yet to adjust to the feelings her new body generated under stimulation. She was trying to keep up with all of the messages her various nerve endings were sending to her brain; the feel of Ronald's cock as it sluiced in and out of her cunt, the sound that it made as it moved, the feel of his lips, tongue, and (occasionally) teeth on the nape of her neck, and the feel of his experienced hands milking her tits. His skin against her buttocks was another sensation to be cataloged. The smell created by their union -- his seminal fluids and her own body's juices combining to release pheromones that increased their lust for one another. Ali felt her orgasm building deep in her gut. She began to grunt, rhythmically, in time with Ronald's thrusts, which were becoming more forceful as he sensed her climax overtaking her. His hips struck her buttocks with a loud, wet, slap on each in stroke and Ronald had abandoned Ali's tits to gain greater purchase for his fucking by grabbing her hips and pulling her forcefully back against his rampant cock. "Oh...my...god...keep...fucking...me...keep...fucking...me...fucking...me ...fuck...me...fuck...me...fuck...me...FUCK...ME...FUCK...FUCK...FUCK...FUCK..." Ali chanted, her voice rising along with her passion, until at last, with a great cry and shout of desire and lust all mixed with joy and happiness, Ali's whole body froze for an instant, her breathing stopped and, seemingly, her heart stopped, as all of the sensations she was feeling and the things she was hearing and smelling all combined into one huge explosion of sensation; her climax smacked her like an ice cold wave off of Lake Superior. She was frozen like a swimmer who hits the lake too early in the spring. Her pussy muscles clamped down almost painfully on Ronald's cock. But, Ronald was an experienced pleasure slave and knew that this was to be expected when powerful beings like the Poly's got their rocks off. "Just wait until Ali cums as a male," he thought to himself. Ali's temporary rictus ceased and the world reformed itself around her. Her orgasmic spasms kicked into overdrive alternately sucking and expelling Ronald's cock from her slippery tunnel. Her voice rose in an orgasmic wail punctuated by grunts as she felt the stiff pole spear her guts again and again and again. "Don't stop! Dammit! Don't you EVER stop!" she yelled, feeling the multiple explosions of sensation translated instantaneously from her pussy to her brain. It was like having a fireworks factory explode inside her head -- lights were flashing in front of her eyes as wave after wave of raw sensation crashed into her, finally leaving her limp and spent. She fell forward onto her belly, and moaned in protest as Ronald's cock slipped out of her greedily clasping pussy. "Nooooooooooo," she moaned. "Put it back. Put your cock back inside me," she pleaded. Later in her new life when she began to assume the powers of a Polymorph, she would never have pleaded with a pleasure slave. Nor would she have allowed his cock to escape her if she did not want it to. But, at this point, she was still just getting used to experiencing sex in the body of a woman and the sensations were all just a bit too much for her to manage. Ronald smiled to himself as he followed her to the bed, sliding his cock back inside Ali's honey pot and establishing a slow, sensuous, fucking motion. "Ahhhhhhh...yessssssss," Ali sighed with satisfaction, ripples of her most recent sex-quake still running up and down her body. She felt the fabric of the bed stimulate her already sensitive nipples. She felt her belly clench and release as it remembered the spasms of her orgasm. She had never felt this good in her entire life and she never wanted it to end. But, she also wanted to explore as many new things as she could, and, so, she decided it was time to try something else, and, she reasoned, Ronald hasn't cum yet. "Ronald," she said, softly. "Yes, Mistress Ali," he replied automatically. "Would you please fuck me in the ass?" "To hear is to obey, Mistress." Ali expected Ronald to have to get off of her to go get some lube, but she was about to discover one of the unique features of male pleasure slaves under the control of the Polymorphs. Ronald pulled his cock out of Ali's pussy and aimed it instead at her anal opening. "Mistress, the process will be enhanced if you reach back and spread your buttocks," he said, as deferentially as he could. "mmm...I like the sound of that," she murmured. Reaching back, she grabbed both halves of her shapely ass and pulled them apart. Her brown rosebud was exposed to Ronald's cock now, and he held the tip right at the entrance without actually touching it. A look of concentration crossed his face, and suddenly, a slow stream of clear, viscous, fluid began to plop onto Ali's asshole from the tip of Ronald's cock. It was warm and slippery, and Ronald used one hand to press the lubricant into Ali's ass while the other continued to squeeze more of the liquid out of his cock. When he thought her ass had enough lube, he cupped his hand under his dick and collected a generous portion of the slick fluid and began to apply it to his cock which was quickly shining with a thick coat of lube. "Mistress, this may hurt a bit at first. I will be as gentle as I can," he said, softly. "Ronald," Ali said, her voice starting to assume an air of command, "I want your cock in my ass. Put it there now." "As you wish, Mistress," Ronald said, pressing the tip of his slippery shaft against Ali's back door and starting to push. Ali felt the pressure and attempted to relax her sphincter, bearing down somewhat as if she was taking a shit (she had heard that this was a key to achieving anal entry). Owing to the incredible lubricating properties of Ronald's emissions, Ali's tight ring of muscle soon gave way to the head of Ronald's cock, and it slipped past her defenses to lodge just inside the rectal chamber. "OH!" Ali gasped, feeling the large head of Ronald's cock pop inside her ass. His shaft quickly followed, and soon, the newly minted female felt Ronald's balls resting against the sensitive lips of her tender twat. "FUCK!" she breathed, loudly as he sank home inside her. "Hold it there for a moment," she groaned, feeling his length and girth pierce her like a spear, pinning her to the bed. She felt his cock flex inside her and the sensation set off a cascade of pleasure up and down her spine, producing mini-orgasms all over her flesh. "Ohmygodthatissooooogodammgood" she groaned. "Fuck my ass, Ronald. Do it now. Do it hard. FUCK ME!" Ronald said nothing but went into action, pulling his cock back until just the head was encased by her rectal ring, and then plunging all the way back in. His pace picked up but the length of his strokes never wavered. She had asked to be fucked hard, and, as a slave, he was bound to obey or die (although there is no record of a Polymorph ever killing one of their pleasure slaves). His cock kept producing the thick, slippery, lube and so the pathway remained slick and greasy, well oiled for his passage. Now, Ronald's own pleasure began to sneak up on him. He knew that he could hold off his orgasm indefinitely -- his training saw to that -- but the emotional force of this new being underneath him was starting to overwhelm his senses. Like others of his race, Ronald was slightly empathic. Ali had not yet learned any of the mental control exercises the Poly's used to protect their emotions from scrutiny. Ali was broadcasting her pleasure on all channels and the flood of input was overloading Ronald's own defenses. He felt what she felt, in other words. As he slammed his cock into her backside, he felt the sensation in his own ass. And, having been fucked equally by both the male and female versions of the Polymorphic race, he had learned to enjoy this form of sexual expression as well. His brain began to broadcast its own emotional beacon, and Ali, not knowing what was happening, began to experience what Ronald was feeling. It was like she was fucking herself with her own massive cock. It was too much for them both. While this session has only taken three paragraphs to describe, it took much longer than that in actual time to enact. And, so, after some minutes of having her recently virgin ass taken by storm, Ali began to cum again. And, her orgasm triggered Ronald's as well, and he released blast upon blast of his thick semen into Ali's rectal chamber. Ali felt the warm flood and it intensified her own pleasure to the point where she actually lost consciousness for a few seconds, only to wake and find that the pleasure stick that had taken possession of her backside was still spitting its hot frothy sauce into her deepest sex chamber. Gradually, both beings' climaxes slowed and diminished to aftershocks of pleasure. Ali and Ronald rolled onto their sides, not breaking the connection. Ronald's cock had not lost its hardness, and he slowly rocked it back and forth inside Ali's flooded back door. "Oh...mmmmm....yesssss...keep doing that...fuck...that feels sooo good...I love your cock in my ass...oh, shit..." she had another little sex-quake as he continued to penetrate her ass. "I never knew anything could feel as good as this has felt," she said. "A slave is honored to bring pleasure to his mistress," Ronald breathed, nuzzling her neck again as his hands caressed her flanks, causing the flesh to quiver like a horse shooing a fly. "Oh, Ronald, you are the master of the under statement," Ali chuckled, her breathing coming back under control and her pulse returning to something close to normal. "It feels like you pumped about a quart of cum into my ass, Ronald," she said, smiling. "Actually," Ronald said, thoughtfully, "it was about 8 of your earth ounces." "Eight ounces! Shit -- not even Peter North ever came that much," Ali said, laughing. WHOOSH The door opened and Betty came in, smiling as she saw the two entwined on the bed. Ali was only embarrassed for a moment, recalling that she had seen Betty naked just the night before. "If you can stand to give up your pleasure slave, Ali, I think it's time for your breakfast, and then we have some more things to talk about and things for you to learn," Betty said, smiling. "Did Ronald bring you pleasure?" "If he'd brought me any more pleasure, I'd be dead," Ali said, her eyes closed, her speech slurred slightly by the aftershocks of her most recent series of orgasms. "Mistress is kind to a slave," Ronald replied, pulling his now softening cock from Ali's ass with a *plop*. As he withdrew, a steady stream of white fluid began to leak out of Ali's asshole and down over her hip. "I think someone needs a shower," Betty said, laughing. "You're a mess." "I don't care," said Ali, stretching like a cat. "Ronald was wonderful." "You may use him whenever you wish, Ali, he is yours for the duration of this voyage," she said. Ronald smiled at this. Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale "Ronald," Betty said, addressing the pleasure slave directly, "Please cleanse yourself and then perform your other duties. Ali will send for you when she requires your services once more." "As you wish, Mistress," Ronald said, getting off the bed and quickly leaving the room. "Come, Ali, let's get you cleaned up. We have a lot to do today. You need to get ready to go home, and there's much you must learn before that time." "OK," Ali said, mock pouting as she got up off the bed, "lead me to the shower." CHAPTER TWO Betty took Ali by the hand and led her across the room, where a blank wall suddenly opened before them revealing a short hallway with an opening on the right. "Here's what you would call the bathroom, although no one on this ship ever actually 'bathes.'" Betty said. "Never bathe? How do you get clean?" Ali asked? "Let me show you." Betty slid a panel aside to reveal what first appeared to be a booth -- like a telephone booth back on earth -- with something like a saddle in the center of it. "Water is a precious commodity on a space ship, Ali, and we don't use it for cleaning our bodies. Here, straddle the seat and sit down," Betty said. She helped Ali into position. "What's this for?" Ali asked? "Look at the panel on the wall in front of you," Betty said. "OK, what am I looking for?" "When I close this panel, press the green button right there," Betty said, pointing to a glowing green disc embedded in the panel. "When it changes color to red, you're clean. It uses a form of harmless radiation to remove dirt, harmful bacteria, dead skin cells, and leaves you fresh and clean with just a hint of lemon scent. Oh, and it cleans you inside and out down below, so don't be surprised if you feel something happening there." Betty added as she closed the panel, cutting off Ali's surprised exclamation. Inside the cleansing booth, Ali pressed the green disc and immediately felt a sensation like a billion tiny bugs crawling all over her skin. Her scalp tingled as her hair was cleansed. Even her mouth was refreshed. Then, she squealed in surprise as she felt a pair of probes enter her pussy and asshole. She felt a warmth in her lower openings that lasted just a moment before the probes withdrew. Seconds later, the disc in front of her turned red and the panel next to her slid open. "There, Ali, all clean. How was it?" "Well," Ali said as Betty helped her dismount from the seat and step out into the outer room, "that was a weird experience, but I suppose I'll get used to it." "By the time you get home, you'll want us to install one of these in your new apartment, but, we don't dare -- this is technology that Earth isn't ready for yet." "OK, I'm all clean inside and out. What's next?" "Let's talk about it over breakfast, which we'll go eat right after you get dressed." Ali found a one piece jump suit just like the one Betty was wearing, and slipped into it. Then, she followed her guide back through the ship to the galley, where they enjoyed a late breakfast and some talk. "So, Ali, I gather that last night with Ronald was good for you?" Betty asked. "Incredible. I can't even begin to describe it." "Ronald is very talented. How was it to experience sex as a woman for the first time?" "Oh. My. God. The pleasure was so intense I thought I'd lose my mind." "Good. Well, there's more in store for you in that department, and I'm going to teach you more about your new self today that will help you take your enjoyment to an even higher level." "I'm not sure I can stand to go any higher," Ali laughed. "Oh, you will, Ali," Betty said, patting Ali's hand. "You will." "C'mon. Let's go to my room and we'll start your lessons for today." Again, Betty led Ali down the long corridors of the ship -- without a guide, Ali would have been lost in moments. Betty knew exactly where she was going, however, and in moments, they were in her cabin, which looked like Ali's except it was somewhat larger and decorated differently. It had furniture like a living room, and an alcove off to one side that held a large bed. The salient feature of the room, however, was the mirrors. They were everywhere. All of the walls were mirrors as was the ceiling. "Holy shit." Ali said as they walked in. "I've set up the room this way just for us today. I normally don't have mirrored walls and ceilings. This room can be reconfigured anyway that I want at any time," Betty said. "Today, I wanted you to be able to really see yourself from all angles." "Well, you've succeeded," Ali laughed. Betty unzipped her jump suit and stepped out of it. Ali followed her lead and did the same. The two naked hermaphrodites stood facing each other in the middle of the room. "Do you remember what I showed you yesterday when I changed from the female to the male form?" "Boy howdy! I could never forget that," Ali said, some of the previous day's awe still in her voice. "You said we'd have to wait a couple of days before I could try it." "Yes, I did. But, I've spoken with our scientists, who have been monitoring your body functions continuously since the surgery, and they feel that you have made sufficient progress to start exploring your new self in greater detail." "Cool! How do we start?" "It won't be easy at first, so you'll need to be patient with yourself. All polymorphs go through this about the time that they mature sexually. We're born without a dominant gender, but with two sets of equipment. As we grow, one side begins to dominate a bit, and that is the form we most often take. When we mature, however, at about age 13, our bodies develop the ability to change form at will, just like I showed you yesterday." "Wow, talk about your rite of passage," Ali murmured. "Yes, that first change is a major turning point in the life of the polymorph. But, before we work on that, I want to show you some things about your female form that will be useful to you, and to us. Look at my breasts. Watch," Betty said. Betty's look of concentration returned. Ali did as she had been asked and stared at Betty's breasts. The nipples turned a deep red, stiffened, and then a drop of fluid appeared at the tip of each one. Betty's hands came up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them. This caused the drop of fluid to become a stream that trickled down Betty's tits and dripped onto the floor. "Is that milk?" "Yes," Betty replied. We feed the slaves this special fluid as a reward for good service. They crave it almost like a drug. Would you like a taste?" "Sure," Ali said. "Go ahead then, and suck on one of my nipples," Betty said, holding her left breast up toward Ali's mouth. Ali bent down and captured the stiff red nipple with her lips and began to suck -- like trying to get a thick milk shake through a straw. Her mouth was soon flooded with a sweet, delicious, flavored liquid, warm and sensual. She reached out with her hands and began to milk the tit in earnest, greedily gulping Betty's produce like a starving infant. "That's enough," Betty laughed, pulling her nipple from Ali's mouth. "What you've consumed would be an entire feast for Ronald and his kind. You can produce this fluid, or milk as you call it. Just focus your thoughts on your breasts and visualize the liquid flowing from them. Close your eyes if you think that will help you concentrate." "OK, I'll try," Ali said, closing her eyes. She did as she had been instructed and focused her mind on her breasts, visualizing the flow that she had seen coming from Betty, and recalling the delicious warmth and flavor she had experienced. She moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed them, feeling that this was somehow necessary. And, as she concentrated, she felt something warm and pleasurable well up from her belly and flow into her breasts. Moments later, she felt the wetness as fluid began to drip from her own stiff, red, nipples. "You did it!" Betty exclaimed. "That was marvelous. Here, let me take a taste." Betty leaned in and captured one of Ali's nipples with her own mouth, sucking the flow from Ali's mammary glands. As she felt Betty's lips on her nipple, Ali felt a shock that went straight through her belly and lodged in her genitals. Betty's sucking was giving pleasure of a type that Ali had never experienced before, and she began to moan. She put her hands on the back of Betty's head and pulled Betty's face into her bosom, seeking to deepen the contact. Betty released the nipple from her lips, however, and stepped back, straightening up, and licking a stray drop of precious fluid from her upper lip. "You enjoyed that, I take it," she added dryly. "That was amazing! And you say you feed your slaves with this fluid?" "Yes, as a reward for good service." "I wish I had known this yesterday, or last night, rather. I'd have given Ronald a whole boob full of fluid for his performance," Ali laughed. "That would have been an overdose," Betty said, somewhat seriously. "Slaves can only have a few ounces of this precious fluid at a time. They know this and their discipline has always held on this score. They crave it, yet they do not take too much at once. It would be unhealthy for us and them if they indulged too freely." "I'll keep it in mind. But, I'm still dripping -- how do I shut off this faucet?" "Just focus your mind again, and tell your glands to stop secreting the fluid." Ali did that and, to her delight, it worked. "Ali, that was remarkable. Most polys take some time to master what you have learned in just minutes. Let's practice turning the flow on and off a few times just to make sure you've got it." Half an hour later, Ali had mastered being able to turn off her milk glands, as she thought of them, and turn them on again at will, for which she received much warm praise, and many hugs and kisses from her teacher. "All right. Let's try something more advanced," Betty said. "As you know, polymorphs can assume either male or female form at will. This requires a good deal of mental discipline and visualization -- something that our race is trained in from infancy. You haven't had the benefit of our civilization, but you are a quick study, and have tremendous mental reserves, which is one of the reasons you were chosen as a test subject. So, I think we can risk it. Close your eyes, and begin to imagine yourself as a man. Not the man you were, but as a powerful, masculine, testosterone driven being with a big cock and a full pair of balls, even though they're inside your belly instead of hanging between your legs. Just focus on that image and we'll see what happens." Ali had closed her eyes as Betty was talking and she began to channel her mind in a different direction. She discovered that she had mental abilities unknown to the old Al Fresco. Setting these thoughts aside for later consideration, she began to focus on maleness. She recalled the smell of locker rooms, of manly sweat, and heat. She thought of having a 9 inch dick, and she felt her skin begin to tingle. A rush of feeling started at the soles of her feet, and swept up her legs, into her belly, torso, neck, face, and even her scalp. She heard Betty gasp, and opened her, or rather his, eyes. Mirrors all over the room revealed a man where once there had been a woman. He was powerfully built, still 5-10, but well muscled with a large cock hanging flaccid between his legs. His chiseled features were still those of Al Fresco, and Ali, but they were unmistakably the features of a man, and a powerful one at that. "Al," Betty said in an awestruck voice, "that was amazing." "Why," said Al, taking pleasure in his deep, manly voice. "By all rights you should not have been able to do that on the first try. Our scientists are probably going ape in the lab right now," Betty added, chuckling. "Well, in for a penny in for a pound as you Earthers say. How about having sex as a man?" "I'd be a fool not to," Al said, smiling, his cock already starting to twitch. Betty once more wall and pressed a panel (how she could tell the difference between the mirrored panels was beyond Al's knowledge), and then spoke a few words. Moments later the door whooshed open and in walked a lovely female slave dressed in a short one piece shift. She walked into the room and without even being told, knelt at Al's feet and kissed them. She repeated this gesture of respect at Betty's feet as well. "Al, this is Mindy, in your language. She is another of the same race as Ronald, and will be yours to use, as Ronald is, during your time with us. She is trained in all of the ways of giving pleasure to a polymorph and can teach you some things about your new self that will come in handy later on." "Mindy, are you clear in your instructions?" "Yes Mistress," Mindy murmured. "To hear is to obey." Betty kissed Mindy on the forehead. "Please lead Al back to his quarters and stay with him until you are either given permission to leave or until it is time for you to perform your other duties." "Yes, Mistress. Come, sir, and follow me." Mindy held out her hand to Al, who took it in what he suddenly realized was a much larger hand than he had owned as the old Al Fresco. He smiled at Betty, as he left, and heard her parting words "have fun," just as the door hissed shut behind him. CHAPTER 3 Al, as we'll call him for the remainder of this scene, strode down the corridor with Mindy, and as he did so, he took an inventory of his feelings. Al Fresco had never really felt like a man before. In his sad and lonely existence up to the point where he'd been whisked away by the Polymorphs, his manhood had been abhorrent to him -- a sham, a cheat -- and it had always felt wrong. Now, however, it felt absolutely right. He felt the weight and size of his new "equipment" between his legs, and he found himself closely regarding the shapely ass of his new companion, wondering what it was going to feel like to sheath himself in her various openings. He laughed. Mindy gave him a questioning glance, wondering if something was wrong. "Is there something amiss, Master?" "No, Mindy, everything is all right. Perfectly all right." Al/Ali realized that for once in his life, he was comfortable in his own skin and the issue of his gender was no longer relevant. He was looking forward to exploring what this new life had for him, and wondering what it would be like when he returned to earth. Mindy stopped in front of a door, which Al realized was the entry to his rooms. He spoke the word that Betty had given him and the door hissed open. Lights came on as they entered. But, as if sensing Al's mood, the lights were low and sensual. Mindy walked to the center of the room and turned to face him. "I am dedicated to your pleasure, Sir," she said. "You are new to this body form and I have been chosen to teach you how to enjoy it to the maximum extent." "Thank you, Mindy," Al said. He stepped to where the pleasure slave stood and, taking the hem of her shift in his hands, he pulled it up and off, tossing it aside, leaving her naked. The first thing he noticed was that her nipples were already stiff and swollen. Then, he noticed that other than the hair on her head, Mindy had no noticeable body hair. Her mons pubis was as bare as a newborn, and there was no sign of any hair residue under her arms or on her legs. Mindy was clearly a sexual being, and the signs of her arousal were obvious to even the most casual observer. Her inner labia were obviously swollen and protruding from between the outer lips of her juicy cunt. The swelling was greatest right at the apex of her slit, where it was topped with a prominent clitoris. She was the very embodiment of sexuality. The servants of the Polymorphs were always ready for sex -- it was part of their genetic makeup to be perpetually horny. (Remember, a guy is writing this story, in case you forgot.) "Let the lesson begin," Al said, softly, taking Mindy into his arms and kissing her. Mindy's arms went around him and her strong fingers massaged their way up and down his back while the kiss deepened and became more and more passionate. Al felt his cock come to full hardness, and Mindy felt it too, as it pressed between them and pushed into the soft flesh of her belly. The kiss broke. "Sir, this one wishes to give pleasure with her mouth," Mindy said. Not waiting for his response, she went to her knees in front of Al and clasped his massive erection in both hands, guiding its glistening tip to her mouth and beginning to lick it like an ice cream cone. When the entire head and upper shaft of Al's cock was covered in her saliva, Mindy engulfed it in her mouth and kept right on going, not stopping until her lips and nose were pressed into Al's pubic hair. The servants of the Polymorphs were physiologically equipped for sucking cock. They had adapted the ability to absorb oxygen out of the air without breathing. Therefore, Mindy was able to keep her head pressed against Al's belly, using her throat muscles to massage and stimulate his cock in a continuous manner. As if her oral ministrations were not enough, she did one more thing that really sent Al into outer space: She worked a finger into his pussy slit and began finger fucking him. Al's hips jerked as this new sensation hit him, and one small part of his brain (which, admittedly, was not getting a lot of blood at the moment) began to really, for the first time, process what it meant to be a true hermaphrodite. Mindy's fingers were like magic inside his vagina, adding to the pleasure that he was getting already and pushing him over the edge. Al had never had a blow job in his life. Ever. Nor would he ever have been able to have one like this anywhere on earth. In some ways, this was more intensely pleasurable than his sex as Ali -- Al's was focused on his cock, his pussy, and the sensations being caused by Mindy's lips, tongue, throat, and fingers, all of which she was using to provide him with maximum enjoyment. Judging from the noises she was making around his pole, Mindy was enjoying herself as well. In less time than it takes to write this, Al felt his orgasm rising from some place just behind his balls, going up into his brain, and then back down to his cock, which went into volcano mode. "FUCK!" Al cried out, grabbing Mindy's head in both hands and holding her in place as his dick began to spit out thick ropes of seminal fluid in burst after burst. Mindy swallowed as much as she could, but even an expert fellatrix can get overloaded, and soon, some of Al's spunk began to leak out around Mindy's lips and run down her chin to splash on her tits. After what seemed like an eternity to Al, but in reality after about 45 seconds or so, Al's orgasm slowed down and his hands dropped away from Mindy's head. Her mouth pulled back and she used her hands to milk Al's trembling shaft of the last of his seed -- at least for now. Her experience with Polymorphs meant that she knew there was a lot more where this came from. Al's legs were trembling, and sweat was glistening from every surface of his flesh. Mindy stood up and kissed Al on the mouth, letting him taste his own fluids, which he enjoyed with relish. Owing in some way to the way in which Polymorphs metabolize things their semen is never bitter or sour tasting, but always sweet and pleasant -- like the fluids expressed from their breasts while in female form. Al's cock had not softened at all following his ejaculation, and without a word, he turned Mindy around and bent her over at the waist. She spread her feet, arched her back, and used her hands to pull the cheeks of her shapely ass apart, revealing her glistening cooze, obviously ready for his invasion, and the wrinkled rosebud of her anus, which was also covered with a thick coating of clear fluid. Al's cock was still slick with Mindy's spit and his own exudates, and he notched it between the crenellated folds of her vaginal opening, rubbing the head in the copious lubricant which was constantly being manufactured by Mindy's pussy. They both groaned in pleasure as Al teased them both for a few moments before slowly pushing his cock all the way into Mindy's clasping cunt hole.