http://www.asstr.org/~srb/ This story is a composite of a couple of different things I have thought about regarding futanari stories, I know the majority of writers here deal mostly in natural futa, that is born as one, or magical means. This is more of a sci-fi kind of story, so if it's not your thing you might want to mosey on by. Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my website http://www.asstr.org/~srb/ F3, Futanari Palace, Pal's archive site, through Pal's yahoo group, on Pal's Forum... well, it basically should be wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are. This is copyright me, so don't call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental BTW there is plenty of different portions which have been reused by numerous science fiction shows movies and books, including nanotechnology, rapid pregnancy, and various scientific mumbo jumbo, which I will try to keep to a minimum. (Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish…) THIS CHAPTER contains sex between a futa and a woman, and oral sex. Chapter 11 Classified The debriefing was a long and rather boring process. Essentially they were each brought into separate rooms and asked the same questions over and over again. It was close to an interrogation, just in a nicer room. Then the government agents got together, and compared notes. While it is simple to describe, the process took six hours, and by the end everyone's nerves were frazzled. In the end, nothing of value was gained, but it was government procedure, and since the military, or Nadia's father was handling this specifically, everything was being done by the books. "Well?" Nadia said as her father entered the room. Yoshi and Terra turned their heads weary from the pointless time they wasted. "What do you want me to say? We had to get the information, and we did. We have to cross-reference it, and verify what we could. It's all government procedure, and I'm sorry but the last thing I can do is making it look like I'm showing favoritism. If anything, showing favoritism would make it longer and more difficult." General Bodarko said. "So what's the verdict?" Yoshi asked. "The government is going to listen to my petition. We'll know by in a few days most likely. Until then, you are free to go. Don't get mixed up with the wrong people, everything that was classified is still classified. Don't talk to the press or put yourselves in a predicament that could expose what has happened. Don't stray too far, there's a very likely chance people will want to talk to you soon." General Bodarko said. "Who?" Nadia asked. "It depends on how the petition goes." General Bodarko said. "Nadia, tonight I thought we could invite the kids home. Haven't seen my grandkids in far too long. What do you think?" "Didn't you just say we shouldn't expose what happened? We could disappear as just attractive people in a crowd, but to meet people who know us," Nadia asked incredulously. "They have high enough clearance, remember? Besides, we don't have to tell them everything. What do you think, dinner at six?" General Bodarko asked. It was a diversionary tactic, and he knew she was fully aware. "Seven, I have to go shopping and everything. It's already two." Nadia said begrudgingly. As if on cue Terra's stomach began grumbling. "I could use a good meal," she mumbled. "Of course you're both invited." Nadia said. She hadn't thought about actually cooking in a long time. She had been spoiled by the food blenders. "I probably don't have to tell you to pay in cash," said the General. "A private car will escort you, and do try to be careful. If you need assistance she'll be there." He said, waving towards the door. They exited, and met the woman. She didn't say anything, in typical military fashion she saluted before leading them to the car. It was a silent car ride. The nameless driver put it on national public radio, which recited the news around the globe. Everyone in the cab was focused on their own thoughts, never sharing them around. Yoshi was primarily trying to figure out what was going to happen on Mars, he wished to himself he could keep the information the General had to look over. He was still a scientist, and even though he wasn't a specialist in astrophysics, he knew a thing or two. Most of the subdivisions of science were just knowing esoteric terms and phrases; at its heart science was just examining the effects of things on other things. He didn't know all of the theories or properties or laws, but those could be learned relatively easy, just difficult to come up with by oneself. He couldn't help but look on to the driver of the car, who had a nice little body, although it was hidden under the dress uniform. Old habits die-hard. Nadia silently cursed to herself, frustrated beyond words with her father. She knew he had wanted to have dinner as a diversionary tactic. It was just something to keep her busy. 'And why not have a woman in the kitchen, just like mom always was. Someone had to make diner and be there, it's not like he was.' She thought to herself, surprised at how easily the deep-seated bitterness came out, even now. He had always been a good grandfather, even made it to most of the birthday parties and special events. Still this was one of the worst times to suddenly have to throw a dinner party. Terra herself felt empty. Lonely. Like there was a part of her that was missing, that she might not ever recover. Last night she had the hope of Yoshi's return to keep her spirits up, now her mom was god knows where in space. His survival had lifted her spirits, but it didn't solve her problem, it just gave her hope. She looked out into the street as the car pulled up to a red light. She watched the kids, who should probably be in school, play baseball on the diamond across the street. As she watched, she wondered what it was like, playing hooky to have a carefree day. The car moved, jolting her concentration. She wondered what her future would be like; she had never really considered what she was going to do. People had jobs, worked, came home, and went to bed, but she didn't have anything like that. The driver meanwhile wondered exactly why she was escorting these three beautiful women. It took all of her mental discipline just to keep from ogling them. She would be lying to herself if she said that she wasn't attracted to them, as would any other lesbian or any hetero man. Her job generally entailed transporting high-ranking government officials. Her job was uniquely boring, acting as a taxi cab/bodyguard/human shield. Of course she never wanted to deal with what would happen if her job ever got interesting. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if she was just driving around the general's mistresses. 'Not that he could do much better.' She thought, silently commending the general for his would be choices. "This place will be fine," Nadia said, pointing towards the grocery store she had visited for so many years when her children were still in school. Her house was only two km from here, and unless she had to lug a lot of heavy food she would usually just walk the way there and back. "It shouldn't take us too much time." "You girls go in, I'll keep our escort company," Yoshi said. "Yoshi…" Nadia said, giving him a guilty look. "Hey, I'll be a perfect gentlem-uh, a perfect gentlewoman." He said, catching himself. Nadia rolled her eyes as her and Terra left the vehicle, walking towards the grocery store. She grabbed a cart and entered, watching Terras amazement at the size of the store. While some people used the food blenders that were so popular, for special occasions such as family dinners Nadia wouldn't use it. While the food blenders were useful for larger facilities, they weren't ideal for personal use by families. Not to mention their cost and energy use. Some of the middle class used them in conjunction with normal groceries; some middle class people just cooked the old fashioned way. The lower class usually was forced to cook their food. In areas which were still recovering, many of them went to government facilities in order to receive free food from the blenders. The rich chose which they wanted, many of them eating the finer food that could be cooked and only using the food blenders as a sort of parlor trick or to display their possession of the newest or latest model. Nadia guided Terra towards the deli case. Walking up to the deli counter she ordered a full turkey from back, and waited as the sales associate fetched it for her. "So, people come here to get their food?" Terra asked, amazed at all the different kinds of food stored here. "Some do, there's different grocery stores all over," Nadia said. "So what do they do with it?" Terra asked, having only used the food blenders to get anything to eat. "Well, they cook it, and then serve it," Nadia said, deciding then and there that this would be a fine time to teach Terra a thing or two about cooking. And give her a few moments of peace while Terra ran herself ragged instead of her. "So what are you going to cook?" Terra asked, looking over all the different foods from where she stood. "A turkey, a small one probably with stuffing and gravy and some mashed potatoes, maybe some…corn on the cob? Yeah, and then, let's see, maybe a cheesecake," Nadia said, mostly to herself. She was glad that she could recruit Terra to help. * "So, how's everything going?" Yoshi said, lounging in the back of the government car. "Fine," was the monosyllabic response from the driver, as her eyes scanned the parking lot. No need to expect a threat, but no reason to let her guard down either. "So, been in the army for a while?" Yoshi said, trying to crack the ice. "Seven years, plus training," she said, polite but short. "Come on, I'm not a general, lighten up a little," Yoshi said, leaning forward near the front of the car. "Sorry ma'am, I don't usually get the talkative type in my line of business," she said, trying to be polite if nothing else. "I imagine not. Probably pompous Asses who think they are the most important thing in the world." She had to stifle a laugh, but Yoshi saw the smile form on her face. "Of course they probably treat you like an unworthy underling, a simple peon only worth a location. And maybe some rude comments if you have to brake suddenly to save their lives and they spill their coffee." "Something like that. So what is going on here anyways, what is up with you girls?" she said, letting her guard down and really getting into a conversation. "Sorry, I'm sure it isn't the first time you've heard this, but it's classified. This time it really is, people could be hurt." Yoshi said, part of him trying to sound big and important. "Wasn't the first time I heard that either." The driver said, rolling her eyes. "It is true this time. So, what are you doing tonight?" Yoshi asked, feeling his time running out. The other two weren't going to spend all day shopping. Well, as women they might, but he couldn't run that risk. "Why do you ask?" she said, turning around in the car. "Well, I'm new in town, and I don't know anyone yet. Except for you," Yoshi said, opening his hand towards the lovely face now looking at him. "You don't know me yet," she replied. "So why not give me a chance to know you?" Yoshi said, seeing in her face that he wasn't barking up the wrong tree. She mulled it over in her head. While not an official rule, she never fraternized with her passengers. While most of them didn't bother the ones that did had never interested her. But this girl…she was unbelievable. If she was working with the military, or the government, chances were she could keep it to herself… "I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to date my escorts," she said, trying to deny her attraction. "Who said anything about dating?" Yoshi asked, with a coy smile. Amy thought on it for a moment. She had been a lesbian ever since she had kissed her first girlfriend. This girl was young, but not too young, and she was a complete fantasy. "Alright, maybe I will meet up with you when I get out," she said. She didn't date often, but once and a while a one night fling was exactly what a girl needed to relieve the pent up sexual energy. "Great," he said, writing down the address of a hotel he heard was supposed to be nice. He hoped that he could get a room there tonight otherwise he might lose his chance. He handed the slip of paper to her, waiting until her hand to reach out before gently taking it in his hand. "I'm Mori Yoshi, but everyone calls me Yoshi. And you are?" "Amy, Amy Jacobs. Yoshi's kind of a funny name for a male, isn't it?" "Sorry, it's classified." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "Here they come now," he pointed towards Nadia and Terra guiding the cart of food towards them. Getting out he went to help the girls load up the groceries. * "I'm going to need to consider this," Tom said, still not fully believing what he was being told. "That's fine, we are on communications blackout for another week, and it'll take three more days for us to get there. You have seven days until they want an answer, and three after that to explain it. Until then, there's a room for you two." He said. "Don't think about it as me asking you Tom. Think about the innocent people, there are innocent people there. Not everyone's a soldier, not everyone's guilty." Waving his hands two guards approached. They carried the two out from the room, bringing them down a hallway before entering an elevator. As the guards waited for the elevator to change floors, Kyle took her shackles, wrapping them around the neck of the closest guard. The second guard tried furiously to shake her off as she began to choke the life out of him. Tom would up his chains, hitting them on the head of the second guard with all of his might. Getting his attention, the guard turned, aiming his weapon at Tom. Before he could fire Kyle threw the body of the first guard at him, his unconscious corpse slamming into the second guard. The force was so strong that it sent him flying through the zero gravity environment, and Tom was able to force the gun from his hand. Recognizing it's incapacitating function, he fired into the arm of the second guard, hitting him once more in the foot before the man stopped moving. The two of them were startled by a sudden stop in the elevator. "I must commend you on your attack. Incapacitating without killing, you even keep your ethics under duress Tom. I would think it was a message to me, had I not known better." Capistrano's voice filled the elevator. "I was wondering what exactly you planned on doing? There are forty-six, well, forty four military personnel here, in addition to myself. What were you hoping to do exactly?" "If I could get to the hangar, maybe I could get a ship. Wasn't too long to get here, and using the stars as a guide, maybe get back," Kyle said. "It is the duty of anyone who is captured to try to free themselves." "Very true my lady very true. I commend your passion and determination. Unfortunately, you wouldn't have escaped, even had I not been observing you. You have forced my hand, and the elevator is being filled with a incapacitating gas. This knockout gas, as it used to be called in pulp fiction, should be working as I speak." Capistrano said, deciding to end his speech there. While he had hoped that Tom could be reasoned with, he expected that Kyle's military training would have conditioned her to fight. The agent wouldn't hurt them, just simply incapacitate for two to three hours. Maybe more, since they hadn't eaten in a while. 'Tom said he wanted time to think, he'll have plenty now' he thought to himself, as he watched guards wearing gas masks carry their limp bodies away. It is much easier in space than it is on Earth. * Terra sighed as she finally sat down for a moment. 'Cooking is hard' she thought, her clothes covered in a half dozen different kinds of food. First she helped prepare the turkey, removing the gizzards before filling it with stuffing. That was gross. Then she had peeled potato after potato, removing the brown shell before placing it in the pot of water. Then the potatoes had to be boiled, before adding milk, salt, and butter. Then they had to be whipped, which was a whole process unto itself. Then there was the corn that had to be shucked and boiled, the cake that had to be made piece by piece… While she didn't want to admit it, the work was a nice diversion, something to keep her mind off everything. Yoshi had slipped out over an hour ago, doing what Nadia called 'chasing tail'. She wasn't sure, but she thought that she figured out the basic idea. Nadia had gone upstairs to go change, when the sound of the doorbell got Terra moving again. Opening the door she was greeted by Jason, her mother's youngest son. "We-h-hell, what do we have here?" he asked, looking over every inch of Terra as he entered the room. "I have got to say, mom has done a great job of finding help." "She isn't help Jason, she's a friend. Terra, this is my son Jason, Jason, this is my friend Terra." Nadia said, coming down the steps. She was able to find some of her clothes from when she was a bit larger that could adequately hide her changed body. "I've got to meet more friends like that," he said, turning his head towards his mother. "MOM! Did you get plastic surgery or something? You look fantastic!" he remarked, as he hugged his mother closely. "Thanks hon, no I didn't get plastic surgery, but I did get something done." Nadia said, almost blushing at her sons praise. "Let me guess, classified?" he said, a more than frequent statement at their household. "Unfortunately," she said, tussling his hair. He had hated that ever since he could remember. He always resented being the younger child, as they would rub his hair whenever they tried to marginalize what he had to say. "Well, at least you finally got out of wherever the heck they had you holed up. And you brought such a lovely friend with you. Anyone show up?" he asked, still checking twice to make sure it was his mom. "No, it's still only six now. I thought you were going to get here with your sister?" Nadia asked. "She decided she didn't want to get into my, how did she put it? 'Cramped stinky dirt mobile" he said, laughing. "Guess I can't blame her, but it's better than what she drives." "What does she drive?" Terra asked. "Nothing" he said with a grin. "It was a joke." The oven dinged in the kitchen, indicating it was time for another basting for the turkey. Terra arched her shoulders forward, imitating an action her mother had done when she didn't want to do something. Jason practically began drooling, as he was lost in Terra's cleavage, only awakened when his mother smacked him in the back of the head. * Kyle opened her eyes slowly, wondering what happened before her memory served the unfortunate events leading up to her defeat. She looked over, seeing that Tom was still there, and looked like he was in okay shape. Trying to move her arms, she was instantly offended by what they had done. She was chained on the bed with her arms spread out and her legs locked into place, emulating Christ on the cross. "Tom?" she said, hoping he would come to. "What?" he asked, moving his head as he opened his eyes. "How long have you been up?" Kyle asked, her head still groggy. "Oh, almost an hour now. I decided to meditate," Tom said. "Why?" Kyle said, inspecting his bonds, which were almost identical to hers. "Because I have to consider what to do carefully," he replied calmly. "You aren't actually considering helping, are you?" she asked skeptically. "Well, to be honest, part of me feels I have to. He's right, they are people, and not everyone is the enemy," Tom said, after having contemplated. "Look Tom, let me make this clear. He's abducted us; he's killed Nadia and Yoshi, and maybe Terra. Why would you consider even for a minute helping these people out?" she asked. "There's more to it Kyle. How long do you think we're going to keep breathing if I say no?" Tom shot back. "You never served in the military Tom, I'm willing to sacrifice my life for the better good. And don't think for one second that they incidentally picked me up. If you can't figure out how to save them, and let's face it, maybe you can't, they are going to kill you and rip the nanobots one by one out of my skin. I have faith in your brain, but there are going to be some things you can't solve. And then, what?" Kyle asked rhetorically. "I have to at least try," was Tom's meager reply. "So let's say you succeed, then what are we going to do? You think they're going to let us live out our lives on mars? Maybe send us back home? They'll probably kill us once we aren't useful anymore" Kyle said, assuming what she had been taught in her military training. "So what do I do? If I say no, then they'll still kill me, and try to take the nanos from you. It's a no win situation Kyle, so what else can I do but try to pick out the best scenario? If I can cure the people, then maybe I can save our skin. And if I can't, then maybe I can have a chance to at least do something while I'm down there." Tom said, coming to the conclusion of his logic train. "Nothing good ever came from mars Tom, nothing," was all Kyle could say. She still felt weak, and didn't know if she was going to be able to stay conscious. * "Ah, there he is," Michelle said, getting up to answer the doorbell. Opening it, she saw her grandfather who was carrying a bottle of wine in one hand. He was wearing a suit and tie, a rarity for him. He wanted to try to put his daughter at ease, and knew his role in the military had always been the source of their issues. Having shed his constant visible reminder, he hoped to have a slightly better time. If nothing else he would settle for a pleasant conversation with his grandkids. "Hey Michelle," he said, opening his arms wide before hugging her. She laid a little peck on his cheek before loosing her grasp. "Hey gramps, nice suit." She said. He entered the living room, putting his hand out. "Jason my boy, you breaking hearts all over campus?" "Trying to at least," he said, reaching his hand out to meet his grandfathers'. "Well, now that we're all here together, we can finally eat," Michelle said. "I brought a bottle of White Zinfandel, I didn't know what else to bring" Gary Bodarko said, handing the bottle to Nadia. "Thanks general, the food should be done in a little bit, just putting the finishing touches on now," Nadia said. "Where's Terra and Yoshi?" "Yoshi went to the corner store about…two hours ago. I'm guessing that Yoshi is probably up to the old tricks again," Nadia said. "Terra's been helping me out cooking, she's keeping an eye on everything." "You let Yoshi go out—" Gary started saying. "I didn't let Yoshi do anything, Yoshi is a grown up and doesn't need my permission to do anything. If you wanted to keep an eye on Yoshi, you should have done it yourself." Nadia said, not taking the blame for a moment. "Who's Yoshi and why does it matter?" Jason asked. "It's," Gary Bodarko started. "Classified" everyone in the room chimed in. "Dinner is served" Terra said, wondering what kind of game they were playing. * Yoshi had to scramble around the town in order to get everything he was going to need. And it wasn't easy either, having neither identification nor money. While he could pass for eighteen, the legal drinking age, he couldn't prove his age. His old ID was back at the facility, and no one would believe for a second that the elderly Asian gentleman was the buxom beauty that he was now. At an Internet café he was able to pay for his drink and get cash back. He explained that it was her father's card, and he had authorized it. His DNA was close enough, and the waiter didn't care enough about his minimum wage job to argue, nobody looks that close and know the exact credit card number and the pin. Unfortunately, this only got Yoshi a hundred dollars, which was the max he could get at any place. And going to a half dozen places to get a hundred dollars apiece was going to look fishy. Especially if someone looked into the fact that he had no children. Luckily, the receptionist at the hotel was willing to accept his story about setting up a reservation for her husband, Mori Yoshi. Before going to the hotel, he needed to stop off and get a few things. Firstly, he knew he was going to need condoms, he didn't want to continue his family name any farther, plus the aspect of spreading the nanobots was something he knew could end him up in a planetary prison for treason, not something he was too keen on. He couldn't help but notice the look on the cashiers' face as he bought the largest size condom on the market. He hadn't actually gotten an erection since he had changed, but after having seen what Kyle's was like, he could only imagine. After a moment he decided to pick up a bandana as well. The next place he went to was an intimate apparel store, where he picked up a lacy frilly set of red lingerie. He had almost picked up the crotch less one, but decided against it, no point in scaring the girl. Part of him had wanted to pick up the schoolgirl outfit, but he decided against it. Besides, eighty dollars was an outrageous sum, particularly as he didn't want to spend all his money in one place. It was historically inaccurate in any case. When he got to the hotel, he was surprised at how easily he could take care of the transactions. They didn't even bother with a DNA test. On second thought, he considered that most people probably didn't want to be traced. While this wasn't a seedy love motel, he had been in nicer hotels. Besides, Boston wasn't the biggest tourist attraction anymore, he remembered Tom calling it "Five sports and the Charles river". When he got to his room, he changed into his new lingerie, surprised at how sensual the garment felt on his skin. Looking into the mirror just looking at him was enough to arouse him. 'Not just yet' he thought, exiting the bathroom. He looked onto the bed, it seemed clean enough, but he wished he thought ahead enough to bring a blanket, or at least a clean sheet. He practiced faking his voice for a few minutes. He was surprised how much difficulty he had just attempting to imitate his old voice. After a little bit he had convinced himself that he had a passable imitation, and called the receptionist downstairs. He instructed them to show anyone asking for him to the room. He rubbed his hands with glee, waiting eagerly for Amy to show up. As he waited he decided to get a glass of wine. 'Let's see what they have in the fridge …' he thought to himself as he sat down, watching the news as he waited for her arrival. * The five sat down around the dining table, enjoying a fine dinner cooked primarily by Terra, with Nadia's instruction. Terra was famished, and was doing everything she could to look ladylike while wolfing down as much food as she could. And this drink called wine was amazing; it was bubbly and yet went down so well. "So Jason, decide upon a major yet?" Gary Bodarko asked as he chewed on his turkey. The food blender was a convenient tool, but nothing could replace a home cooked meal. And it beat military grub any day of the week, and twice on Sundays. "Yeah actually, I was thinking about polisci" he said, straightening himself up in the chair. "Good field let me know if you are really interested in it. I'm sure I could find you an internship somewhere." The general said. "He doesn't need you to help him, he can get his own internship based off of grades, he's on the deans list," Nadia said, proud of her son, and discouraging her father. "I didn't say he needed it, but in politics everything is about connections," Gary said, restarting an old argument with his daughter. He stared in her eyes, still remembering how pissed she was when he had tried to help her before. A small call to a medical school to help her get in. And a call where he only recommended that she get the project manager on the nanobots project. She had always overestimated his connections, and all he had done was try to help his little girl out. But she never wanted help, just like her mother, Nadia had always wanted to do things on her own. "It's cool, I couldn't get an internship for another year or two at least. Besides, I'm biking across Europe this summer, remember?" Jason said. He had heard this old argument and didn't want a repeat performance. "That sounds like fun. I went to this little château in France this one time, where, well…" he said, smiling as he thought back to his youth. Old conquests, old loves. He could see her face as clearly as he could see his plate of food in front of him. "Well, I'll tell you some other time. Wouldn't be right in mixed company," he said, nudging his grandson with his elbow as he looked towards Terra. "So where did you two meet anyways mom?" Michelle asked. "Work." Terra said, in between rotating an ear of corn. "She's been a little miracle at work," Nadia said, choosing her words carefully. She had to lie to her kids on occasion, but she didn't like it. "So you two tested…whatever on yourselves?" Michelle said, to no one in particular. "It's classified," Gary said. "I so did not see that coming," Michelle said sarcastically. "So how is your roommate doing?" Jason asked. He had taken no steps to hide the fact that he lusted after her. "What's it to you?" Michelle replied. "How is Lauren honey?" Nadia asked. "She's doing good," Michelle said, looking towards her mother and away from her brother. "She's just got a job as a beat reporter for the Boston Post. Mostly just fluff pieces, but she's got to work up the ladder. She said once she gets that one big lead it could blow her whole career wide open." She said, raising her arms in mock imitation of a nuke going off for effect. * Two light raps on the door were all that Yoshi heard, but it was all that he needed to hear. He opened the door admiring the simple dress that Amy had word. It was sleek, elegant, and a sexy shade of blue that matched her eyes. With her blond hair still wrapped into a ponytail that hung over one shoulder, drawing all the more attention to her small but perky breasts. Yoshi guessed that she didn't dress up often, but when she did she went all the way. "You came," Yoshi said, waving his hand in. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring a lot on this trip. Didn't have a chance to pack, had to leave in a hurry. Just this little old thing," he said, lifting up the straps holding his breasts from falling out. "My goodness," Amy said, walking into the room. "You sure cut to the chase, don't you?" "Nothing wrong with knowing what you want, is there?" Yoshi asked, closing the door behind him. "Glass of wine? For a hotel, it's actually quite good." He said, filling up his own glass. "Sure, why not?" she asked, her eyes examining the room. It was definitely more upscale than a love motel, she could tell on the way in. Maybe not a five star hotel, but it looked like it could pass for three stars. The room itself was rather dull, a painting on one wall, a bathroom through a door, a large clean looking bed, and a TV that had the news on. 'At least it wasn't a porno' she thought to herself. She had a girlfriend who liked to watch porno, and while she had seen her share of adult movies, she found it distracting to watch during intimate times. 'Besides, lesbian porn is made for men anyway' she thought, taking the glass of wine from Yoshi. "So, can you tell me what you're doing in Boston, or is that classified too?" Amy asked. "Well, my friends and I are in a government project. Rather boring stuff really. The general is trying to get something okayed, and we have to meet up with a government official. Trying to get a dollar from the government is harder than moving the stars sometimes it seems." Yoshi said a lie he had planned for some time. "Sounds boring. You three look kind of young to be in a government project though," she said, dubious. It wouldn't be the first time someone had lied to her. "I'm older than I look, healthy living. Besides, nowadays the government is acquiescing to the younger generation, trying to seek out new votes no doubt. But I didn't want to invite you here to blather on about myself." He said, lifting his glass towards hers. "I wanted to spend some time with you." And with a ding the glasses met. Yoshi gulped his down. While Amy had planned on sipping on it, she threw caution to the wind, throwing her head back as she finished it off. When her head returned, Yoshis warm lips pressed against hers took her aback. It was an unexpected surprise, but not a bad one. After a moment she had begun getting into it, opening her lips as she felt Yoshis probing tongue, still flavored with wine, slip into her mouth. Amy didn't need much more of a hint, unzipping her dress in the back and pushed the straps of her dress past her shoulders, allowing the dress to fall by her feet. Yoshi marveled for a moment at the girl's beauty. While her breasts weren't massive, they were appropriate for her body, perky and inviting. Her well-toned body displayed her physical prowess yet caged in a body still feminine. Yoshi could barely contain himself. Having tucked his penis down inside his panties, it was painfully trying to stand to attention. It took his self control not to pounce on this athletic vixen that stood before him. Meeting his lips with hers once more, his head slowly sank down, finding his target as his hands wrapped around her back. His nimble fingers slid their way to the latch, emptying the bra of its contents. His tongue darted out, eagerly tasting Amy's nipples. Amy let out a small shudder as she felt his experienced tongue slither back and forth, teasing one nipple before changing breasts and teasing the other. Yoshi let his free hand slide down her body. Feeing the tight abdominal muscles his hand slowly slipped down towards her panties. His fingers slid over the crotch, feeling the heat steaming out of her moist twat. Working first one finger in, he began to gently tease and massage the outer lips, feeling Amy squirm in his hands. Rubbing the labia a little longer he slowly began to draw the panties slimy down. He began working a second finger, massaging and rubbing the girl's outer lips. Salivating at the prospect, he got down on his knees examining the girl's sex. Only a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair covered a soaked pink box. He watched as she widened her legs, inviting him. His tongue pinpointed her clit, giving it a quick lick. Amy let out a small coo as he slowly licked up and down her twat, tasting her feminine juices. His fingers spread the labia as he began to tease tenderly the pink folds, eating eagerly from her sex. Taking his other hand he stuck it in his own mouth, lubricating it before he began to work the finger into Amy's eager box. Gently coaxing the finger in with each motion, he eventually worked it up to the knuckle. While he began to finger fuck her, he worked his tongue on her swollen clitoris, darting occasionally to lap at the glistening sex juices flowing freely from her pink pussy. Yoshi added another finger to the fray, working more of it in with each flick of the finger. His tongue began to fly faster and faster as his pace increased. Torrents of her pussy juice began to pour out, lubricating his fingers further. Taking his pinky he began to work it around her tight puckered anus, slathering liberally her juices outside the orifice, testing the waters. She didn't give him any resistance, so as he worked the two fingers to the knuckle in her pussy, he began working the pinky finger of his other hand slowly into her sphincter, pausing with each probe to further lubricate his finger. Amy could barely stand anymore, she didn't know where this Asian sex kitten came from but she was glad she had found her. She was so experienced but she looked like a teenager. Her fingers and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, knowing every erogenous zone on her body. Her body was being stimulated in ways she had never experienced before. Amy nearly bit her lip off as she came. Her knees gave out on her as she fell back onto the bed her mind seemed to explode with pleasure. Yoshi continued to eat her out, lapping up every drop of her feminine juices. Her body twitched uncontrollably at Yoshis unyielding finger bang. Her breasts bounced up and down at her heavy breathe, her body beginning to sweat from Yoshis laborious efforts. As her orgasm subsided, she lay down on the bed, finally catching her breath. While she recovered, Yoshi went to the bathroom, taking the bandana that he had bought earlier. He had decided on a dark blue, the darkest color that would work the best for his intended use. "Let's play a little game," Yoshi said with a perverse smile. Folding the bandana over, he showed Amy the makeshift blindfold. "Ooh, a little kinky" Amy said with a satisfied and engaging smile. "As long as you don't pull out a whip or handcuffs, I'm game." "Don't worry about that," Yoshi said, glad that she didn't mind the blindfold. It would make the next part easy. "Just give me one minute to get myself ready, be right back." Amy heard footsteps moving through the room. She didn't know what to expect, and the anticipation made it all the sexier. As she lay on the bed, she felt her arousal grow as her mind wondered what was going to happen. There wasn't a chance on Earth she would come up with the right answer. Yoshi speed walked around the hotel room, trying to keep his mind straight. He was still horny as hell, and was relieved as he could take off the lingerie, finally freeing his raging erection. He sized himself up for a moment, thinking that at nine inches he wasn't bad at all. Nothing like Kyle's, but a better swap for his five inches previously. He ran over to the bathroom, grabbing the pants he had been wearing. He fished through the pockets, finally finding the three-pack of Maximum brand condoms. Cracking open the pack he pulled one off, and opened it. He placed the condom on the tip of his cock, rolling the latex down his shaft. Entering the room, he looked on towards Amy, lying on the bed. He could still smell the pussy juices, though whether that was just the smell of sex in the air or if it was just on him he couldn't tell. He crept slowly onto the bed, watching Amy as she squirmed in anticipation. He could see the sweat shining off of her body. He lowered the lighting, leaving it at a dull level like the light of the dawn. He tugged at the condom, making sure it was firm against his penis. Sliding onto the bed, his fingers returned between her legs, feeling the heat and damp emanating from her box. Laying a small kiss on her lips, he whispered into her ear, "Are you ready?" Amy could barely contain her sexual desire. She wanted this teasing Asian girl to stop playing games and screw her. "Oh god yes," she said, tasting her own sex on his lips. She felt something pressing up against her pussy. At first she thought it was Yoshis fingers, but was surprised as something much thicker penetrated her. "Ooh, you got a strap on?" she asked, not really expecting an answer as she felt it gradually get deeper and deeper into her. 'That's a really lifelike strap on' she thought to herself. 'Did she put a rubber on it?' she wondered to herself. Yoshi worked more and more of him into the girl, feeling the incredible sensations coming from his new cock. Sex as a man had been fine and good, but somehow this was different. His penis seemed to hum and throb as he inserted himself into the girl. Part of him felt guilty, but he had never lied to her, and never hurt her. He did mislead her, but so long as she never said stop, or no, then he felt like he was in the clear. And her body definitely didn't seem to being trying to stop his advances. Amy had used her fair share of dildos and vibrators and strap ons before, but this one seemed longer and thicker than any she had enjoyed before. Reaching her hands out she found the body of the Mori Yoshi, if that was her real name. She didn't care truthfully; not knowing who she really was would make a one night stand easier. Pulling her body closer she could feel her breasts pushed up against her face. Reaching her mouth out she attached her face to one of Yoshis breasts, suckling eagerly on the massive mammary. While her mouth had wrapped itself around the nipple, she gave the nipple itself a tongue-lashing she hoped the girl wouldn't forget anytime soon. Yoshi was going wild with lust, while he had nipples as a man the amount of pleasure he was feeling was indescribable. His mind barely registered as Amy reached around, her nimble hands reaching onto Yoshis golden colored ass cheeks. Her hands crept slowly around finding their mark. "NGH" Yoshi cried as he was penetrated for the first time. He could feel her fingers working their way in and out of her slippery pussy, working in rhythm with his cock. It felt so strange, he had never thought to penetrate himself but her slim fingers reaching into his newly formed pussy were amazing. He didn't stop to think that she might discover his testicles and ball sack, he was fortunate they hung too low to be felt. Yoshi was in a constant pleasure, his breast in Amy's mouth, his cock filling Amy's tight wet snatch, and Amy's fingers buried deep in his own. He and Amy both cried out in unison as they each had incredible orgasms. Yoshi could feel Amy's body shudder and shake beneath his, gyrating as he filled the condom with his white spunk. He seemed to go on forever, his orgasm filling his mind with pleasure as he felt her body shake under his. As she threw her head back her blindfold came off, and she saw what Yoshi truly was. She couldn't even understand it as she watched him pull out a condom, which looked like it had been filled like a water balloon. * "I'm sorry, I have to take this," General Bodarko said, picking up his comm. "What? Where is he? I see. Get a discrete team, civilian clothes, I'll be there shortly." "What was that?" Nadia asked. "We've found Yoshi," Gary said, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief "I wish he wasn't being such a pain, especially now." "What are you going to do?" Terra asked, trying to understand the general. While he had seemed nice, he commanded people with guns, people who shot at other people. Was he so different than the people who shot Nadia and Yoshi? "We're going to get him, and give him a stern lecture. He wasn't under house arrest, and he hasn't broken any laws per se. At least not that we know of," Gary said, thinking for a second. 'Maybe yanking him out of bed would wake his ass up. Couldn't keep it in his pants for two days…' he thought. "I think I'm going to get some fresh air," Terra thought, wanting an excuse to get out of the room. She didn't really know what to expect, but the awkward and hostile dinner made her reexamine what she thought about family. The cold October air was chilly, but felt nice. It was like walking into a whole new feeling, out of the hot deep-seated bitterness and into cold retrospection. She knew that her family was different, but different from what? She didn't have a dad, not really. Tom and Yoshi had been there, but her mom was her dad…or her dad was her mom. Either way she had a single parent, but always had love. "Hey," Jason said, surprising her from behind. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you. Thought I could use some fresh air too." "It's alright," Terra said. "It's been like that ever since I can remember. Mom and gramps always fighting, always the same fight, it's just in a new place at a new time," he said. "It's just…not what I expected," Terra said. "What's your family like?" he asked. "Oh, just me and my mom really. I have a grandmother I haven't met, and an aunt and cousin," Terra said, answering truthfully. "Yeah, there's been a lot of broken up families ever since M day," Jason said, trying not to dwell on a usually touchy subject. While everyone seemed to have lost someone they knew, some took it well, but the ones that didn't were usually really bad. "Why are they always so…?" Terra began, searching for an appropriate end to the sentence. "I wish I could supply the right word for you. Quarrelsome? Bitter? Maybe a pain in my ass?" he said, laughing. Terra joined with him, it felt good to her to let out the frustration she had bottled up in just that dinner. She could only imagine what frustration he must have dealt with. Nadia seemed so nice, so normal compared to everything else. Seeing her in front of her family made Terra reexamine what normal was. Or if she would know how to tell what normal if it was in front of her. "To be honest, things really got worse a long time ago. Grandma was sick for a while, ever since I could remember. She had a breathing problem, had to have a machine by her side all the time. She lived with us because she didn't want to be far away from her family. At first it was tough, especially on mom, but we got used to it. She had a nurse to help out during the day, and I got to hear a lot of interesting stories when I was a kid. I still remembering making her tea and toast, and listening to tales from ages ago," Jason said, a smile forming on his face from ages ago. It slinked away as he continued his story. "Before M day happened, the news reports were always talking about how bad things were getting between us and them. Gramps had been assigned to coordinate things in the North American southeast area. He wanted to coordinate the northeast, but politics…" he said, waving his hands at an excuse he had heard from his grandfather before. "Anyway, he had to be centered in Miami, and when the attacks happened, well," he said, his head dropping. "Grandma took a turn for the worse, the news was too much for her. Mom, she always wanted gramps to be there for her, be more a part of her life in those final days. But he, he was too caught up in the military." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories," Terra said. "No, it's alright. Ever since then, things have been bad. I guess they weren't too peachy before; gramps had helped smooth the way for her to get into medical school to get her doctoral degree. But after grandma died, mom never forgave him. It's been icy since then, and I don't expect it to get much better," he said, shrugging. "So, what do you think about it?" Terra asked, unsure herself how she felt. "Well, gramps had a duty, I guess. I've never been interested in the military, although he had tried to entice me when I was young. I had some interest, but after…well after it happened, mom practically forbade him from even bringing it up. Gramps was good, I mean he was too…I don't know, aggressive I guess, but he protected his area when they finally attacked. 80% of the bombs headed from Panama to Georgia to Oakland were stopped. In his mind, I guess he thought that the millions he had saved were worth it. Mom must think that that one life was more important, I guess." Jason said. "But enough of this, let's go in, I heard that you made cheesecake?" "I did, I hope it's good," Terra said, thinking on. While Jason took it to mean she hoped she had made it well, Terra meant she had never tried it before. She hoped it was good, as a food that was foreign to her. Following him they went into the kitchen. Terra grabbed the cheesecake in her hands, seeing that Gary had left. What she didn't see was the chairs leg, which hooked her foot. Flying forward the cake flew from her hands, hitting an unsuspecting Michelle right below her nose, covering the lower half of her face along with most of her shirt. "Mother fucker!" she screamed, covered in pie the way a clown might be. Jason couldn't help but laugh, and if looks could kill he would be comatose by the way his sister was looking at him. "Goddamn son of a bitch mother FUCKER." "Oh my god, I am SO sorry," Terra said, trying to brush off some of the excess cake from her clothes. "I'm going to take a shower!" she screamed through her teeth as she stormed up the stairs. * "So, just what they hell are you?" Amy asked, lying in bed next to Yoshi. Yoshi wished he had a cigarette; he had smoked as a child but given it up for his fortieth birthday. Of course at the prices these days he might as well take out a second mortgage. "It's classified," he said, with a sly smile. "I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you." "Oh really?" she said with a false interest. "Maybe I could find a way to keep myself alive," she said, her hands reaching over to one of Yoshis breasts, turning the nipple gently as one might an old television knob. "Maybe…"Yoshi said, feeling his member beginning to grow. A loud knock on the door shook the two lovers from their pillow talk. "Go away, we don't need housekeeping now!" Yoshi shouted. The banging on the door did not cease. Yoshi yelled once more before giving up, getting up from the sheets. He grabbed a robe from the bathroom, and almost wished he hadn't. It was a cheap cotton robe, and he wondered to himself if it was even clean. "We're fine, just leave us alo—" Yoshi said, turning towards the face of Gary Bodarko. "General, uh, how nice to see you." "Yoshi, goddamn it, can't you just keep it in your pants for one fucking night!?! Do you even give a shit that…" he started to say, before looking in on the girl in the bed. She had covered her breasts up in an attempt at decency as she watched them. "Get dressed and be ready to leave. You have five minutes." He said, closing the door. "Well, it looks like this is goodbye for now. I'll have to call you next time I'm in town, but duty calls. Be a dear and don't tell anyone," Yoshi said as he jumped up and down, donning his underpants and pants. "Four minutes Yoshi!" shouted the general from the other side of the door. "Oh my god, I'm in so much trouble," Amy said. She was a special assignment from the general; this could mean her job, maybe even a court marshal. "Don't worry, I'll smooth things over and take full responsibility. Just keep it quiet. Show up late work, I think the general is leaving early. The room is rented through the night. Just leave by nine in the morning. Or go in an hour if you want. The government might follow you home, just act normally and do what you usually do." Yoshi instructed the girl as he tried to remember everything he had to gather. "Don't forget what it took to drag me from your arms," he said, laying a kiss on her crimson lips. "Time's up!" the general said. * Nadia did everything she could, but nothing helped. She thought about the desert and tried crossing her legs. Nothing helped she had to pee badly. Unfortunately her daughter was taking forever washing off the cake. Not that she blamed her, if she was covered in cheesecake she would want a long shower too. But if she had to hold it in any longer she was going to piss herself. And the downstairs bathroom wouldn't work. Nadia banged on the locked door to the bathroom. "I'm showering!" came from inside. "Michelle honey, it's mom, I have to pee, please let me in!" Nadia pleaded. "Just hold it in!" Michelle said, still pissed from before. "Honey, I REALLY have to go," Nadia practically begged. If she had to go another minute she would burst inside. "Fine!" Michelle said, coming out of the shower and unlocking the door. She managed to make it inside the shower before her mother burst through the door. She sighed as she worked a comb through her hair, finally getting rid of the junk. 'Whoever that girl is she is as clumsy as fuck' she thought to herself. Nadia unzipped her jeans, and without thinking let her penis drop out, unleashing a mighty stream of yellow into the porcelain. Nadia let out a satisfied sigh as she could finally emptied herself. Michelle grimaced as she heard her mothers pee stream as the sound disgusted her. 'Where the hell is the shampoo?' she thought to herself. Grabbing the shower curtain she covered herself, poking her head out. "Mom, hand me the shampoo, okay? Mom? MOM! What the fuck is that!" she said, staring at her mothers penis pissing into the toilet as a man would. "Oh crap," Nadia said, feeling like a deer in headlights. "Michelle, let me explain," "Explain what? What the fuck, is this some kind of fucked up dream? What the…how in the…fuck," Michelle said, her mind racing. She had seen her mother in swimsuits before, and even watched the video of her own birth, and she definitely didn't have a dick before. She turned the water off on the shower; she would clean herself off when she got home. She just needed to get out. "Baby, listen, it's what I've been at, I just," Nadia said, zipping up her jeans as she frantically searched for words to describe the situation. Michelle stormed out, heading directly into her mothers room, not even listening to a word her mother said. She picked out the quickest outfit that her mother owned and put it on. She stormed out of the house as her mother begged her to stop. Jumping into her brother's car, which she normally wouldn't be seen in, she started her backup set of keys and roared off. "What the hell was her problem?" Jason asked. 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