http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ 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 site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ 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 futa/fem, oral. Chapter 23 Puzzle Pieces David's hazy mind struggled to think coherently. The last day had simply been a blur. Without the stimulants his body had become so addicted to, his mind had fallen to the depths of depression. Worse, without the stimulants to keep his body wired, or any sort of entertainment or diversion, his body had sunk into a listless, near catatonic state. Sleep, which would be a respite for anyone other individual suffering from addiction was a torment to David. Indeed it was the cause of his addiction in the first place. His subconscious would not let up, insisting that he cope with the deaths of his best friend Flynn, and his father; along with his mother's absence. His fragile psyche was not yet able to deal with the issues, and tried to avoid it completely. So as his body hovered weightlessly in space, his mind hovered halfway between sleep and consciousness. Instead of considering what he needed to, he focused on the girl. That girl. To be specific, that girl Terra. 'Or is she a girl? What the fuck? Is, is it just me or what? I mean holy shit, am I gay now? Is that what it is? Because I don't think I'm gay. I don't like dudes, I never ever thought she was gonna have a dick. I mean I, shit, I'm better off without her. But if I was there with another dude who was cross-dressing or whatever, then that'd be gay. But I mean her tits, they felt so real! It didn't seem fake at all, they looked perfect. Then again, what the fuck do I have to compare them to?' he pondered. His sexual experience was admittedly rather limited. 'But I mean, that was a dick. Like, there is no way of saying anything else. That was a dick. It wasn't like a big clit or anything, I mean shit I've seen videos and pictures and stuff and nobody has that kind of thing. I mean a lot of people had been born like, intersexed or whatever after they bombed the shit out of Earth. But I mean it's not like, just a dick. Shit I thought I was big with seven inches, she must be packing at least a fucking foot. A fucking foot long dick! So what is she? Some kind of super shemale? Is that it? I liked some huge dicked shemale, and now I'm gay?' A faint banging took his attention for a moment. He was so caught up in thought he barely noticed. Regardless he had no intention of actually getting up to answer it. It had worked before, just ignoring it. He didn't want visitors right now, he wanted to just stay where he was until they made it to Mars and get the fuck away from everyone. He looked at the door, wondering if silence would work. It would not, and the knocking repeated, only growing incrementally louder. "Go away," he tried to shout, but his voice, hoarse and weak, had waned along with his energy. "David," Giselle said, opening the door. She came bearing gifts, a breakfast burrito and a bottle of water. She had almost got him a cup of coffee before reconsideration. She didn't think there was any need to get him going with something else that he could overdo. Some people did not recognize that normal household items like aspirin or caffeine were drugs themselves. It wasn't her first trip to his room in the last day, but every other time he had either feigned exhaustion or was truly sleeping. She wasn't going to let him starve himself in protest. Even if he didn't feel like eating, she imagined water would help. It always did, regardless of the drug used. That's one of the many things she learned in the real world, dealing with drug users and people who would overdose. "Go away," he said, struggling to keep his eyes open. "David, you have to eat," Giselle thrust the burrito into his face. "I'm not hungry," he was honest at that. He had absolutely no hunger since quitting, or rather being forced to quit the stimulants. The greasy cheese smell of the burrito did nothing to help his appetite. He snatched the bottle of water, and gulped it down greedily. Thirst was something he had dealt with, indeed one of the only few reasons he had moved over the last day was to relieve himself, and drink more water. "How are you doing?" she didn't really want to know, but it was the sort of thing to ask. "…shitty," he groaned, turning towards her. "You know, Sergio didn't tell me anything about his little plan," Giselle heard everything secondhand. It was a complete surprise to her, and her conversation with Sergio hadn't been a pleasant one, at least to him. She had bitched him out for a while over that. She found it odd that he didn't seem to argue back much. He had seemed so focused on everything else. "Yeah, right," David's eyes rolled, but behind his heavy eyelids the action wasn't noticeable. "I'm serious David. You know you may think I'm a bitch, but I don't want to see you suffer. I had no idea he did anything. He sent me off to work on the docking bay. I had to hear it all from Frank," Giselle had chewed Sergio out already. He HAD seemed different lately. She noticed he seemed distant, wasn't nearly as talkative, and she couldn't smell the alcohol on his lips anymore. If anything it was a relief. She had chalked it up to Flynn's death, and hadn't questioned it any further, not yet at least. His absence was hard for her to deal with as well. "Yeah, sure. Ok," he said dismissively. "I'm not lying," she insisted. She watched his eyes drop, wondering if he was just tuning her out or if he was tired. "I know everyone thinks that I know everything just because I'm an intel officer, but that is not the case. There's plenty of stuff I don't know, even on this ship." Giselle looked towards the wall. On the other side was the room that Terra and Nadia shared. "Them?" David snorted. Giselle nodded her head. "They are…fucking strange." "All of them are huge question marks," Giselle acknowledged, "Starting with the nanobots…thing." "You're telling me," David decided to not tell her about Terra's dick. He didn't want it getting out if it didn't have to. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to think he was gay. Frank had already come by and drop his 'winnings' for being the first one to score. Flynn had put money on his behalf, and he said that he felt 'guilty' holding onto the money. Dave hadn't bothered to correct him. "What, do you know anything new about them?" Giselle asked, watching David's eyes seem to grow in concern. "Not about nanobots," he avoided the question adeptly. "Just they seem so…strange." "How do you mean exactly?" Giselle was willing to lend an ear. 'Especially if I can figure something out that might help me.' "Like, first off they are all like fucking hot," David moved his hands for emphasis. "Hmm, guess you wouldn't be you if you hadn't noticed that," Giselle snickered for a second, before dropping it. This was the first time in a while that he had talked to her like a comrade instead of an unappreciated parent, and she didn't want to mess it up. "It's not just that, it's, well," he struggled to find the proper words to explain it. This was the first time he had really talked to anyone about his attraction towards Terra, beyond trying to argue that he had not, had relations with that woman. "That redhead huh?" Giselle didn't know what role to take. She wasn't his mom, and knew she would insult him greatly if she tried to be. She was his superior officer, technically. But he was now on a leave of absence, which Sergio did have the right to do, as it was his ship and he did take a swing at him. She wanted to be his friend, someone that he could confide in. With the death of Flynn, his previous confidant, she didn't think it possible. Instead she just tried to be there. "Yeah, I mean, I don't know. It's hard to explain. It's like she's, I don't know, a month old or something. She doesn't GET things, you know?" he asked, sitting up. He hadn't realized how much into the conversation he was getting. It was getting him out of his malaise. "Like, she has no idea about how things work. And then she just says the weirdest things." "Tell me about it," Giselle had noticed, she seemed a lamb in a den of wolves. She didn't want to wonder what would happen to her at Mars, which was a turbulent place to say the least. Men were much the same everywhere, and even with Nadia there to protect her, any man would have more than a passing interest in seeing her. Giselle wasn't blind to the looks at her own body, every man onboard with a heartbeat had checked her out. 'Even that Asian mystery Yoshi. I wonder what they would do to that little redhead on Mars?' She mused. "I mean when we uh, well," David scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. "I mean we didn't uh, you know, do it, or anything, but we uhh…" "What, you…kissed?" Giselle tried to offer up the least offensive term for it. His reluctance was kind of cute in its own way. She remembered her own reluctance as a child. But that seemed such a long time ago now. "Uh yeah, we, kissed. Made out I guess, but yeah. But like this one time when she was over and drinking with me, she said she kissed me. But I don't remember any of it, know why? I was sleeping! She didn't kiss me at all when I was awake, and then she waits to kiss me when I'm asleep. Why the hell would she do that?" It felt good for David to vent, and having someone to vent to was nice in and of itself. "Why would she kiss you when you were asleep?" Giselle's eyes narrowed, trying to find the logic behind it. She stepped over the question about him drinking, at least for now. "Don't know, she didn't say. And then it's like, then she finds out that I have cancer. And she acts all like, I don't know, afraid about us kissing. Like I don't know, I mean like maybe she didn't know about cancer or something, because she comes in and is fucking worried about transferring disease or some shit. But hey, some kids don't pay attention in the health classes in school or whatever. But then she's like, not worried about me giving her cancer, she's worried about me getting something from her?" David was slowly opening up a little bit. "She was going to transfer something to you?" Giselle's interest had been piqued, to say the least. "Like what?" "Like I fucking know. Probably would be easier to find out what a nanobots is," David shrugged at Giselle's mystery. 'Transfer…nanobots…is…there some kind of connection?' Giselle asked herself. She considered it for a second, but just put it on the backburner of her mind, letting the idea come to a boil. "You there?" David asked, noticing that he had lost Giselle's attention. "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry, I'm just thinking about something," she shook her head, looking over at David. "What?" David wondered aloud. "Oh, nothing, just chasing nanobots again," She smiled at him, trying to put him at ease. "You said before that people put them in water." "It was just a movie," David defended a little weakly. "If you want I've got a cottage on top of Olympic Mons I could sell you." "Oh ha-ha. I was just thinking about it was all. You should get some food in you, it's not good to starve yourself," she grabbed the burrito and handed it to him, hopefully changing the subject. "Ok, I get it. Just not hungry," David yawned. "Well, get your rest," Giselle took the chance to head towards the door and exit, her mind was running, and she wanted to process some of it. "Not like I'm doing anything else," he muttered, lying back down. He would have given his left nut for something to do. Even if it were cleaning up the mess that the ship currently was, it would be better than nothing. "Just take it easy, another couple days and we'll be back at Mars," Giselle opened the door, hoping they would be back at Mars in one piece. "I'll bring you something to eat for dinner, got any requests?" "You know what I miss?" David asked rhetorically. "I miss hamburgers. Big double hamburgers, covered with bacon and cheddar cheese, tomato and lettuce, mushrooms and onions, some ketchup and mustard, a toasted bun, and a mountain of French fries, with garlic salt." He sighed, knowing it would still be a while before he had any of that. It almost got his mouth watering for real food again. "I hope you'll settle for a breakfast burrito this morning," she pointed at the hovering tortilla, wrapped in foil. "Maybe I can find a Salisbury steak," Any hunger he had disappeared with the light from the door, as Giselle closed it behind her. Giselle had mentioned the nanobots while talking to David, but she had honestly given up on it. It was going to have to be something that she figured out at another time, or at least she had so thought. She had simply brought the notion up, and it was fresh in her mind. Then, when she was thinking about it, David had given her another piece. A few days ago, David had brought the idea to her attention that nanobots were really small robots that could fit inside of people. And that they could be transmitted through water. That seemed like ages now. Of course he had seen it in the media, where it was used as some kind of science fiction storyline, largely just a plot device. 'But how small are they?' she wondered to herself. Nanobots, could they be small? Not small but tiny, infinitesimally small? Could they really fit inside of someone, could they be the size of cells? Could they transfer like viruses through water? Or even if not water, then through people, their touch, breath, fluids, like viruses?' her mind was racing, trying to come up with a thesis. 'If they were small, do these three have them, is that their…secret? Is that what it is, are they carrying it inside of them? But David said that Terra didn't want to transfer them to him, or at least made it sound like that…are they some kind of covert biological weapons, is that it? Super soldiers? Or is it worse than that, suicide bombers with some kind of super plague? I know that David had seem them as bioweapons in the movies but that's just the movies…but that doesn't mean it's not possible.' 'But then she kissed him when he was sleeping, DID she transfer the nanobots to him? Could she even be a biological weapon? She looks in perfect health, like she's in too good of shape. David noticed that himself, all three of them looked impeccable. That Nadia is supposed to be in her late thirties, but she looks like a teenager! So why is she worrying about transferring it to him, is there something special about her that makes her immune to the…whatever she's carrying?' she stopped dead in her tracks, as she came to a realization. 'Are they working for us? There's nothing in the worlds that says that they're on our side. It's not like we ever really trusted Solomon, not really. He was just a means to get necessary supplies, and a source of help when we needed it. He didn't even really speak for his government. What if this is just some rogue intelligence operation? They send in three girls with no connections to the government at all, and if they croak, they croak. What if they're carrying some kind of disease, and are going to take Mars out? Or if not Mars, maybe just the Prime Minister and his entire governmental infrastructure? Could that even be possible? Is it really likely they are going to send people up in to space just to grab a couple, a scientist, and his aide? Even if it's her mom?' she scratched her head. 'If it's her mom.' 'But if Terra was worried, was she worried because she accidentally gave it to Dave, or was she worried because she didn't? Was a kiss enough, or not enough? Was she trying to give him the nanos or not? What do they do?' Giselle almost wished she hadn't known, now her mind was filled with questions, and it took her a moment before she realized where she might find the answers. She stopped and turned around, going back towards the elevators. 'The medical scan, he took another one, maybe there's something in there I should check out. Not just his, but the ones I took of Nadia and Terra as well,' she thought to herself, moving as quickly as the low gravity environment would allow. She was grateful to not see anyone that might question what she was doing as she got to the room where the scanner was housed. She quickly looked for the information, trying to find the scans. All of them had been deleted. She didn't have to guess too long to figure out who it was. "Nadia, that bitch!" she said under her breath. There was nothing she could do now, unless she could manage to scan someone who might have the nanobots. Or get them herself, somehow. She didn't think either option was likely. * Terra was now more scared than she had ever been. It was selfish, but fear usually is. Blood. Not just blood, but her own blood. Her own blood, effusing from her body. She had seen others bleed before. Nadia, Yoshi, they had both been near death. But she had never bled before. What was scariest to her was she didn't know why she was bleeding. There was no logical reasoning to it. She was bleeding, and not just a drop of blood either. She had no recollection of pain, of being cut. She cried, she didn't know how to react, her hand smeared in her own blood. Droplets of blood hovered in the air, mingling with her teardrops. 'Did Nadia do this?' she asked herself, afraid. Sex had always been a joy to her, but she had felt invincible before. Their recent bout of lovemaking hadn't been anything especially arduous. They had simply made love, almost as they always did. She wasn't any rougher than the previous times, if anything Terra had been the one who wanted to be more rigorous with their lovemaking. Now, bleeding from her vagina, she feared for her own body. She was told that the nanobots were supposed to keep her strong, protect her from being hurt. They couldn't make her invincible, but none of this made sense to her. She was bleeding, from her vagina, and shivered in fear, tears still pouring from her eyes. She didn't know what to do. Her instincts told her to run to Nadia. 'But did Nadia do this to me?' she wondered to herself. 'Or did I do this to myself?' She didn't know how to feel, and the only emotion she could identify was guilt. She usually felt in some control of her emotions, even though they would often get the better of her. But now she was in tears, she wanted to rip her hair out, she wanted to yell, and scream but she didn't know why. All she knew was that she was bleeding, and she had never bled before. It was made all the worse from where she was bleeding, if it had been her finger she might have felt less concerned about it. But it was in her most private of places. The spot that only one other person had touched, the part of her that defined her, just as much as her penis. She felt shaky as she still wept, her nose sniffling up the mucus. She opened the bathroom door slowly. Nadia wasn't there, she had gone to get the breakfast and left Terra behind to use the 'little girl's room'. She reached down, checking her womanhood once more. Her hand crept down, in her exhausted emotional state she hadn't even pulled her one piece back up. She trembled, looking at the fresh blood atop the older, dried blood. It wasn't that she was bleeding so heavily, it was the fear associated with the unknown. She almost broke down again, when the door mercifully opened, and Nadia entered, hands filled with two breakfasts, a cup of coffee, and a cup of juice from concentrate. "Terra, what happened?" She rushed towards the weeping redhead, the contents of her hands floating aimlessly as she grasped her shoulders. Only the other day she had found Terra half weeping, naked in her room. Now she was half naked, still weeping. "What's wrong?" "I, I, I started bleeding," Terra cried, showing the bloody marks on her hands. "Bleeding? Terra, what happened," Nadia was confused. From the location of the blood she would have thought that she had cut her hand somehow. "I, I don't know," she said in between sobs, "I just, I was going to the bathroom." "What did you do? Did you cut yourself, is that what happened?" Nadia asked, wishing she could dry the girl's tears, or calm her enough to hear a thorough explanation. "No, I, I was just bleeding," she thrust her hand, as crimson as her hair in Nadia's face, as if she needed prove it. "Terra, what," Nadia inspected her hand, expecting some kind of cut, scab, or scar. "How is your hand bleeding?" "It, it's, not my, my hand," Terra stuttered. Nadia tried to console her. In many ways she was a youth, and she was crying like a child. It was the only way she had to cope with her feelings, just as any kid copes. She felt a twinge, remembering her own children growing up. She would console them in much the same way, hugging them and swaying back and forth, trying to sooth their jangled nerves. "There, there, Terra, just calm down, relax," Nadia tried to ease the girl's weeping, hardly an easy task. She seemed so much an adult, yet instances such as this could prove that she was far from reaching emotional and social maturity, even if she had already reached physical maturity. "Just start from the beginning baby," she stopped herself, realizing that's what she used to call her children, while consoling them in the same manner. "Just start from the beginning, and let me know what happened." "O, ok." Terra sniffed. "I went, t-to the bathroom, and when I p-pulled down my uh-uh- undies, I saw blood!" she started into a new bout of tears at admitting the source. "Oh, Terra, you, you mean, you were bleeding, from uh, down there?" Nadia hadn't expected to have the talk about periods quite yet. She should have in all honesty, she had advanced through everything else in life with such speed. It was only logical that she would have her period. And after a month's time…She was relieved that it wasn't something more serious. And that she didn't have to have 'the talk' about where babies came from either. "Don't worry about it honey, it's natural," Nadia smiled slightly. "Natural? Natural! How can this be natural Nadia? I'm bleeding!" she sobbed. "I'm not supposed to be bleeding. What did I do, what was I supposed to do?" "Oh Terra, it's all going to be ok," Nadia exhaled deeply, knowing that she had a long conversation ahead of her. She wished that her coffee would dip about two feet down and to the side, so she could drink it as she explained everything to Terra. Menstruation, the monthly cycle, PMS… 'No wonder she's been so emotional these last few days' she thought, as she continued to rock back and forth to sooth her. * Sergio woke from a light sleep. It barely felt like any rest at all. 'Could have used one of those stim packs' he thought sarcastically to himself. He banged at the pad, pushing any button was enough to disable the timed alarm that rang through his head. He had another rough night of poring over documents while he poured cheap whisky down his throat. Whoever was responsible, he couldn't tell. His initial gut reaction was that Nadia was responsible. After questioning her, he wasn't so sure. Either way, he had no information to go over about her. So he had to investigate other leads, as detectives do. Last night, he started looking into the communications of the ship. The ship's computer made redundant copies of transmissions, so even deleted information was still backed up. This was of course designed in case there was some computer problem, as a sort of black box. It made for a better form of backup than anything he had ever used, because it couldn't be deleted, by anyone, unless they physically went outside the ship and played around, an almost impossible task. And the space that he had for memory was far beyond anything he would ever come close to using. Since they had left Mars, there were a few messages here and there from GPS satellites, some 'anonymous' ones form Solomon. All the remaining correspondence was from the resistance. Much of it had previously been nothing but dreary reports on who died, who was captured, who was compromised…there hadn't been good news in a long time. He had left everything to Giselle to take care of. It was her job, and the notes were too depressing for him. While Sergio was in the employ of the resistance he wasn't exactly a card-carrying member. The way things were run aboard his ship was a jumble of established rules. But more often than not he was making up the rules as he went. Still, he was discouraged at the news. He bore no love for the Martian government, and wouldn't mind seeing it toppled. Open relations with Earth would be good for the people…and then there were his own interests. Experienced pilots would make a bundle, shipping political prisoners, family members, government officials…hell cowboys, migrant workers, and whores, whomever wanted to be ferried back and forth from planet to planet. Just as long as they had money he would provide transport. While he slept he had the computer locate, decrypt, and send the transmission to him. Interestingly enough, they had all been accessed from Giselle's private account, and then deleted. This meant that it would all take a long time for the computer, to take out the backups and do all of the work, so he decided to sleep. The seven hours did him a world of good, but he could have easily slept another four or five to start to make up for all the rest he had missed. He grabbed the pad, still rubbing his eyes. The loud and annoying tone that had been playing for the last five minutes had managed to wake him up. Part of him wished he hadn't put on so annoying of a reminder, the other part was happy he did, or else he would still be snoozing. Sergio reached into his desk and grabbed a bottle. He didn't even bother to portion the alcohol out, he just poured it straight into his mouth. He was grim. His ship was wounded. He suspected sabotage but did not know the culprit. He had nothing to do but drink and try to make sense of any of it. He sighed, reading the documents from Solomon once again. The man practically required a cryptograph just to decipher the hidden meanings behind 'Call me at 10 PM EST', as though there was someone else to look at the message. It was more of a headache than it was worth. But he checked them, despite the dolorous pain. Next up were the radio transmissions. These were faint and received poorly on the ship. It was mostly the results of sports, some of them still transmitted in radio waves. It was more of an homage to a time long past, than having any real applicable value. Baseball especially, they were always stubborn about antiquated notions of tradition, and it barely cost a cent. Interestingly enough, the faster he went, the older the games were. The playoffs had begun before they had left, now he was picking up games from much earlier in the season. This was due to the fact that they were traveling many times the speed of sound, even now that they had begun to decelerate. Not that it was anything special really. Jet fighters had flown faster than the speed of sound since the twentieth century, and he didn't have the issue of maintaining speed inside of an atmosphere as they did. Finally there were the communications about the resistance. It seemed much like the sports reports, cataloguing the dead, captured, compromised, questioned, or identified individuals, all in numbered and ordered lists. Ever since David's uncle had been captured everything had gone to hell. Everything was of course encrypted, but the ship's software had the two keys that were able to decrypt it and make it all readable. He doubted it held much value in any case even if the Martian government found it out. They knew whom they had killed or whatever, and they had to assume their adversaries knew it as well. But every group was cloak and dagger. He continued to browse the messages, taking a large gulp of the harsh cheap liquor in the bottle. It stung unusually harsh for even an experienced drunkard as himself, especially this early in the morning. It was all he could do to stay away the crippling depression of not being able to provide for his ship. The only thing worth noticing was that there didn't seem to be much of a difference between messages. The only change was the names and numbers. He continued to go through them, stopping at one near the end. Below the normal notes was a rather cryptic message. "It has come to our attention that there is a high ranking member of the resistance may have been compromised. All information is being held close, but she has apparently been able to evade all established counterespionage efforts. Accordingly all future messages will change their encryption cipher." Sergio's eyes widened, it was better than a cup of coffee to him. 'High-ranking member of the resistance has been compromised?' he thought to himself, leaning back out of habit more so than any other practical purpose. 'Is…could this Giselle?' he had to ask himself. 'The message says a high-ranking member, does she qualify? There aren't a lot of interplanetary ships running around right now. I don't know of anyone else. Dealing directly with the military, well the information services, taking 'gifts' from the Planetary Parliament…Even if this isn't exactly the nicest place in the worlds, this isn't exactly a backwater post.' He reread the message again. 'It says she. Why would they say she? Wouldn't they say the person, or the member? Why does it specifically say she?' Perhaps more importantly he recognized the next to last line, "but she has apparently been able to evade all established counterespionage efforts." Giselle was an intelligence officer. In the past they had simply been called spies, but this was nothing like the sort of popularized espionage missions in the world of film, television, and books. It wasn't suave handsome men beating scores of bad guys with kung fu moves and a handy pistol, saving the girl and the world. It wasn't a sexy blond with a low cut red dress fooling men with her body, as well as her mind to get some blasted secret codes to stop the evil mega corporation from taking over the world. It was the real world, planting bugs in computers, getting information ministers, secretaries, senators, aides, or whomever to spill the beans, knowingly or unknowingly. Sometimes if you just went out to the bar with enough aides and got them drunk you could pick up on things without even asking, or talking for that matter. Low ranking people loved to feel like they were important. Now that most of the power had been consolidated, this wasn't quite the case in Mars anymore. Of course, this meant that she was someone who could "evade all established counterespionage efforts". And what was worse, was this message had been received since before they had arrived at Mars the last time, over a month ago. In the past time they had received another three messages, with many more no doubt waiting. They would have to find it out later. The communication's array had been turned off. It was another drain on the electricity. The information was more difficult to come by than one might realize. They didn't broadcast radio transmissions, as they were easily tracked. Sergio opened the next message, then the next one, and finally the last from the resistance. They were all gibberish. The computer was decrypting it with the wrong kind of key, which led to it being unreadable. 'But does she have the code?' he asked himself. If she had the code, she might have gotten whatever information was hidden behind this gibberish. But it would be almost impossible to discern, unless he outright asked her. But how could he even begin to believe the answer? 'What is hidden?' he wondered. Was it more of the same, scores of the deceased, or worse, captured. Or was it more important? Were there some clues hidden in the computer, some unknown factoids like 'she' or 'high ranking' or 'established counterespionage efforts'? 'Even more important, does this mean she might have been the one responsible for hurting the ship?' Sergio wanted to scream, every single thing he found only led to more frustration. No answers, only more questions. He decided to scream into his meal. Taking out the frustration in his breakfast might be better in any case. It would go well with the cheap liquor in his system. * Giselle smiled, she was probably the only person on the ship that actually thought the coffee was decent. It wasn't good, it wasn't great, but it was decent, drinkable. Then again, everyone wanted to have something to complain about, and the food was a staple there. It felt better than complaining about the wounded ship, the radiation that was bombarding the crew, the difficulties in actually getting to Mars, or the dire state of the resistance. So instead it was the food. Giselle just savored the caffeine. Unlike many on the ship her body was still accustomed to a 24-hour day. Most of the crew just woke and slept whenever they wanted, or had to work. Giselle had been up for over four hours, when her body had told her it was seven. It was time for some caffeine and an early lunch tide her over for now. "Well hey beautiful," came the oddly high-pitched voice, unmistakably the Asian woman Yoshi. "We seem to keep running into each other." He said, grabbing something to eat. He paid attention this time; last time he got some barely edible junk food for dinner. "It isn't as though there are more places to eat," Giselle said coolly. 'Why does she have to ruin my cup of coffee?' "Oh there are plenty of places to eat, your place or mine?" Yoshi lifted his eyebrow suggestively. "Look, uh, no offense but I'm just not that way really, ok? I just, I'm not interested. I never meant to give you any other kind of impression," Giselle wanted to just end this here and now. "Oh," Yoshi said, disappointed. 'Well I guess not every woman is going to want to jump in the sack with me. Not like they did when I was a man anyway. Probably better I didn't sleep with her, Nadia would have my ass…well whatever, that hypocrite slept with Terra.' "Well, if you ever change your mind, you know my room," Yoshi put on a fake smile. "Again, thanks, but no thanks," Giselle said, waiting for the food to finish. Yoshi stood there awkwardly, waiting for his food to cook. The ship's oven wasn't especially quick, and the food was thoroughly frozen solid. Yoshi half wondered if the food came with the original ship's compliments, around a hundred years or so ago. He just looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with her. He didn't even bother with a cup of coffee. He thought about taking a walk while he waited for the food to finish, but there wasn't anywhere to go. He was slightly relieved when the door opened, but when he saw Sergio's hulking body coming through he was a bit more depressed. "Oh hello girls," Sergio said, walking between them and fumbling though the freezer to fish out something to eat. "Hey Sergio," Giselle said. She did appreciate him being around, it broke up the awkwardness of the moment. She had basically dumped Yoshi, and she didn't feel bad about it because she wasn't interested in girls. But it wasn't pleasant standing there in silence. "How is David doing?" he asked. "Oh, well enough, all things considered," she answered honestly. 'What's wrong with him?' Yoshi wondered. "Well I'm sure he wants to try to clean my clock again, eh?" Sergio feigned laughter. It was hard to talk to someone you suspect of sabotage as though there was nothing wrong. "I would think so. I'm still pissed at you for the way you did that," she didn't hide her disapproval from him. "What other choice did I have?" Sergio tried to ask innocently. "What the hell kind of question is that to ask? You had plenty of choices. You had to pick the worst possible choice because that's you're pain in the ass way of doing things," she didn't let up. She wasn't as frustrated at him as she was just frustrated. "At least I did something," Sergio tried to defend his actions. He knew he wasn't going to win but he didn't like to go down this easily. Exhaustion and hunger, tied with some alcohol didn't help his resistance. "Don't try to turn this on me, you didn't even give me a chance to do anything before you had to run in like that!" She raised her finger. "Oh come on now, you can't coddle someone like him, you have to show some tough love," Sergio wasn't going to bother her anymore about it. 'What does he need tough love for? What is going on?' Yoshi wondered, content to be a fly on the wall, at least for now. They weren't even acknowledging his presence in any case. "Giselle, have you read the newest messages from the resistance?" Sergio asked, trying to change the subject. 'I might as well try, I can't exactly try the same thing with her that I did with Nadia.' "What?" Giselle didn't expect that. "The last messages from the resistance, I didn't get a chance to read them yet," Sergio tried to say nonchalantly. "Oh, well I," Giselle thought back, her usually sharp memory wasn't recalling the exact documents. She sipped on her coffee, taking some extra time with it. "Yes?" Sergio lifted his eyebrows, waiting for some kind of response. "Well don't stand there like my dad," she tried to stall for time. 'Did I look at the last messages? Did he? Does it even matter?' "Fine," Sergio turned his back towards her, putting the meal in the oven. "Now if you wouldn't mind, would you just answer the damned question?" "Yeah, I read the messages before we left, it's part of my job. Just like reading all the communications from Solomon," she said defiantly, trying to remember if any of the messages had anything of importance in it. They were all so bleak, and she had more or less her control over the mission. There wasn't some resistance command that gave her weekly orders. If she showed up with a few guns or a new computer it would be something, and something that they needed. She knew the value of things and did more than they could expect. The notes were largely a 'who's who' of who not to contact or communicate with any longer. Anything specific was done person to person. 'Does he think I'm not doing my job?' Giselle wondered. 'He did suspend David…and he's been acting strange lately.' "Ah. Well you see, I was just going over the communications," Sergio started to say, before being interrupted. "I thought the computers were off." Giselle shot back, interrupting him. "They are, it was a pad. I turned on only a fraction of some of the computers now, we have already engaged the controlled slowdown," he said. "Wait, the slowdown?" Giselle tried to sound confused. Changing the subject by feigning stupidity was a good misdirection tactic. "What do you mean?" Sergio narrowed his eyes. He was all but sure that Giselle was playing dumb. "The controlled slowdown, as you may well know, is a gradual, constant low energy use of the ship's engine. Instead of doing a huge burst of speed to either accelerate or decelerate, the ship is constantly slowing itself down." He didn't bother to explain that it would make them sitting ducks, more or less. The way that traveling in space worked is that acceleration and deceleration were essentially more important than speed. Speed worked more or less at a constant, subject of course to the gravity well of a star or planet. Once you got to a speed you were traveling at it, until you slowed yourself down. Or hit something. "Do we really have enough energy to do that?" she asked, genuinely interested at a question she did not know the answer to. She was more interested in another question, 'Why wouldn't he tell me about this beforehand? Or ask for my help? What is he doing?' "We can only hope, we can't quite stop on a dime here," he stopped himself. He was falling right into her little plan. "Like I was saying I was going over the communications, and it seems they changed the decryption code." "They did?" Giselle Gabriel wasn't surprised often, but Sergio was managing to do it today. She recovered quickly however. "Oh, that's right, they did." "Hmm, yes. What was it they said? The last message, the last I could read, had a rather important…cliffhanger if you will," Sergio may have taken a leap of faith at that. However the reports did report who had been compromised, who had turned coat, so it could very well have her name hidden behind incalculable zeros and ones. "Hmm?" Giselle tried to sound disinterested. "Oh I can't recall right now, I don't know what the last one you read was, and it was some time ago. It's like someone talking about a cliffhanger in a book. Honestly Sergio, it isn't as though I memorize every single communication." "I see, well then if you wouldn't mind giving me the new decryption code?" Sergio asked. "Say what?" Giselle's mind was racing now, to find a reason for the line of questioning, and the purpose behind it. 'Since when does he give a fuck? What does he want the new code for? I don't even have it! What is his game?' "Well if you can't remember then let me read up on it," Sergio tried to sound reasonable and harmless. "Since when are you interested in that Sergio? You never seemed like much of a reader," she tried to deflect, but she knew it was weak. "Perhaps not. But why not just let me check it out? It is in my purview to keep an eye on these active messages. If you don't remember it, give me the code so I can look at it myself," he said calmly, but forcefully. "I uh," Giselle sipped her coffee, trying to find something to say about it. Yoshi, who had been silent during the entire conversation had crept quietly and unnoticed to the ovens. He turned both dials containing his breakfast and Giselle's lunch, the counter dinging almost simultaneously. "Oh goody, time to eat," Yoshi tried the 'dumb teen' trick again. "Are you ready Giselle?" Giselle gave him a confused look. 'Did I not explain this to you already bitch?' she had more important things on her mind. She didn't get what he was attempting to do. Sergio turned his head around as well, looking towards Yoshi with even more confusion. "Oh, we were gonna eat together," Yoshi put on his best dumb act. 'Keep doing it until they stop you' he thought to himself. "I don't know anything 'bout these encryption keys and controlled slowing. It sounds super hard to get, um, can you like, talk about it later? I'm real hungry." "You're…going to eat? Together?" Sergio didn't quite know what to expect. He didn't think they were in league together. He had assumed that Yoshi was in the same camp with Nadia and Terra, and Giselle seemed dead set against them. He couldn't stop them really, but he was just caught off guard. "Oh yeah, right Gizzy?" Yoshi smiled wide, if he were still housed in his masculine for he would look lecherous. But now he looked sweet and cute, at least to Sergio and Giselle. "Oh…yes Sergio, I'm sorry I got so caught up in the conversation I almost ignored Yoshi here completely," Giselle said, not sure what the girl's game was, but appreciative of her help, nonetheless. "You did ignore me completely," Yoshi said, stepping between them, holding the two meals in one hand. "But I understand, work stuff." "You two are uh…" Sergio couldn't help but wonder. He had some attraction towards Yoshi, as most men would to an attractive woman, and Giselle was pleasing to the eye as well. To see a pair of girls like that together…well it got him thinking dirty. "Yep," Yoshi said, wrapping his free hand around Giselle's shoulder, "We're friends." "You mean…girlfriends?" Sergio wanted some clarification. This was an unexpected surprise and a better method of redirection than anything Giselle had attempted. "Well, we're girls, and we're friends," Yoshi admitted, knowing he was being a tease. It was a sort of payback for him, to all the girls who had teased him when he was a man. It was a strange notion to think of, 'when he was a man'. "Ready to eat? I'm staaaa-rving." "Ready when you are," Giselle feigned a smiled. "We'll talk later Sergio." "Oh, y, yes, of course. Enjoy your dinner ladies," Sergio waved. He wondered as he watched them walk away 'Did me and the boys turn her into a lesbian with the way we act?' Yoshi walked, hand in hand with Giselle down the hallway. When he was sure that they had gone beyond earshot of Sergio, he let it go. "What the hell was that?" Giselle asked, checking back. "Hmm? I just thought I was helping out," Yoshi said in earnest. He neglected to mention he half hoped this would improve his slim chances of getting in her panties. He had assumed that she knew in any case. "Why would you help me out?" she didn't like owing people anything. "Can't say. Still think you're a looker, even if you don't like me. Besides, it looked like you needed it," Yoshi shrugged, handing the cocoa butter woman her meal. "I didn't need it," Giselle said dismissively, and defensively. Yoshi shrugged. "Maybe you didn't need it, but you could have used it. Whatever, I helped." "Uh, yeah…thanks," She said begrudgingly. "Hey, can you return me a favor?" Yoshi didn't know when he'd have the oppourtunity. "What?" Giselle asked. "David?" Yoshi said, recalling their earlier conversation. "I'm sorry, but, that's who you were talking about with Sergio, right?" "Yeah," Giselle peered towards the hallway, wondering how long she was going to make chit chat before she could go. "Oh, what, what happened? I mean, what did Sergio do to David. He said something about cleaning his clock, did they fight?" Yoshi felt like his naïve girl act was running thin. "Huh, oh, didn't you hear?" Giselle was surprised, she had thought everyone would know. "No, I'm not really a big gossip, and most people don't really want to talk to me, they just want to…stare," he said, factually. "Oh," Giselle thought for a second. She had for some time kept David's growing addiction silent, but now it was out there in the open. On the other hand, Yoshi had just asked her to keep a secret. Although David had never asked, she felt honor bound to defend him. But on the other hand, the news wasn't kept secret, and he could hear it from anyone just as easily. If nothing else, Giselle felt she should explain David's side of the story to her. She owed David that much. "David…he's had a rough time lately," Giselle started, feeling like she was already apologizing for him. "How so?" Yoshi lifted an eyebrow. "Flynn was like his best friend, and that just sent him over the edge," Giselle decided to omit the death of his father, it wasn't Yoshi's business. "The edge? Of…what?" Yoshi started to wonder if this was the missing puzzle piece behind David's physical condition. "He…started using drugs," Giselle knew there wasn't a way to sugarcoat it. "Drugs? What kind of drugs?" Yoshi asked, making a mental note of everything she said. "Stimulants. I know that it's stupid, but he started doing them before Flynn died. When he did, David just couldn't cope." "Oh, he started using stimulants. I'm sorry to hear that," Yoshi said, honestly. He would have to dig up some more dirt before letting this subject pass. This might be exactly what he and Nadia had been looking for, and he didn't want to half ass it. Besides having the chance to figure it all out and show Nadia up was always something he enjoyed. "What kind of stimulants?" "Amphetamines," she said, wishing she hadn't a moment later. "I see," Yoshi should have guessed. 'Probably an endorphin amphetamine stimulant.' "But, what happened between him and Sergio then?" "Sergio got rid of all the stimulants on board," Giselle had forgot to mention it. "Oh, and I take it David wasn't happy about that?" Yoshi surmised. "No, he wasn't. He attacked Sergio the other day, and was relieved of duty," Giselle answered. "So that's what happened," Yoshi thought to himself about it for a while. "I'm only telling you this because I owed you one. And you could have heard it from anyone else on the ship," Giselle didn't want to sound like a gossipy girl. She felt compelled to defend David, and she would rather his real story be out than a bunch of rumors. She didn't realize why she felt so compelled to talk to Yoshi about it, rather than John or Frank. "Of course. Getting the closest thing to the truth is nice too," Yoshi smiled. "Well I'm going to eat my meal," he lifted the meal, feeling that it was still cold. He made a face at it, and said "Or maybe not, but I'm going to my room. You should probably head to your own room and hide out for a half hour or something. I don't want to get caught in a lie." "Oh, yeah," Giselle looked at the meal in her hand, trying to avoid eye contact. "Thanks for the news on page one. I'll be seeing you," Yoshi said, leaving her behind as he walked down the hall. "Yeah, uh, bye," Giselle turned around the hallway, going the other way. 'What is with her? I dump her and then she helps me out? Is she just a sap? No, can't be…she's just trying to get in my panties. Hmm, been a while since I've been hit on by a girl. Of course the guys around here practically fight over the chance to stare at my ass.' She thought, squeezing her buns. 'I guess I can't blame them, it's not like there's any other women around, and men have always become more perverted during long space missions.' 'But god, what is up with her?' Giselle wondered. 'It seems like she's as close to Nadia as that girl Terra is. I should expect her to hate my guts too. But she looks at me just as bad as the other guys.' 'Why did I tell her all of that? It's not like I had to, or she needed to know. Sure I owed her one from Sergio, but still… I just don't want everyone thinking that David is a hopeless addict or something else that's just wrong.' Giselle sighed. She was having a long day, and her body didn't even think it was half over. 'Even more questions I'll never answer. I guess I'll just pile it up with the nanobots. If I could just get one of them into the scanner to take a look…but I doubt any of them would possibly be stupid enough to fall for that.' She snorted for a second, thinking 'Maybe if I get Yoshi down there in a bra and bikini.' 'What about something they eat? Would it be there? Probably not, you'd need to…' Giselle stopped herself short. 'Kiss one of them. That's what Terra was doing to David, can it be communicable like that? It's the only way that I know of…but I don't know if it would work. To guarantee it someone would have to sleep with one of them.' Giselle pondered that for a second. 'No, I'm not going to sleep with her. I can't. It's not like I even know what they have, or that I'll get it,' she thought to herself, remembering her duty to the resistance, and to a larger part, Mars. 'But what if they are bioweapons? Or if not bioweapons, then some kind of super soldier? If I could get that for the resistance, then it might be just what we need to turn the tide. Maybe even cure the radiation that is plaguing the planet. But I don't even like women. I mean I've slept with men in the government before to further my own cause, but it was different. It wasn't romantic but it was part of my job. Is this any different? I mean she's a pretty enough girl, I'm sure that any guy would want to nail her. And she does want me. But does that means that she would sleep with me? And even if she did, would it matter? She must know about the communication of the nanobots, would she risk it to sleep with me? Does she even have them? Would sleeping with me do it?' Giselle looked back in the direction that Yoshi had gone. She knew there were no answers forthcoming, and possibly only one way to find any. * David sighed, still trying to make sense of everything. 'Ok, she sounded like she said she also had a pussy, maybe she's like some kinda tranny? Maybe like, she was born a chick in a dude's body. Does that mean I'm gay? Like, what if she's just gonna get the operation, and chop it off, take the chemicals and be a real girl? It's not like she looks like some dude who looks nasty. I mean, she looks like a chick. So like, what if she was a chick in a dude's body, that's ok, right?' 'Oh shit, what if she's a dude inside a chick's body? Oh shit, then I'd be gay. Why is it different? Is it different? Shit, oh shit.' 'What if she's some kinda hermaphrodite? That wouldn't be too gay, would it? I mean it'd still be fucked up, but like, it wouldn't be gay would it? Shit…I just don't fucking know' he thought. His mind gave up on him, and it was the last thoughts before drifting off into sleep. * "She loves me," Yoshi said dejectedly, tossing the condom up in the air, catching it with his free hand, and putting it on his palm. He had found the condom in his bathroom, along with the other toiletries, and he had toyed with it, knowing that he wouldn't have much of a chance to use it. He lifted his hand, looking for which side landed up, hoping for the side with a picture of the man on it. Instead it landed on the side with the instructions, as though condoms were complicated things that required instruction. "She loves me not," Yoshi sighed, admitting defeat as he stuffed the rubber in his pocket next to a package of moist towelettes he used to keep some of the body odor off. It wasn't the biggest loss in his life, more women than he could remember had dumped him, and he wasn't especially in love with Giselle. But he wouldn't mind nailing her either. It was mostly boredom for him. He didn't seem to be able to actually accomplish anything. He hadn't figured much out about Mars, nor had he been able to unlock the mysteries behind David's condition and why the nanobots didn't work in his body, until just recently. He was going to talk to Nadia about it, but he just didn't feel like it now. Unlike Nadia and Terra, he was alone in his room, and didn't have anyone to talk to really. The only things that he had been doing up to now had been failures. He would have killed for a technology magazine, or even just an action movie. Right now he would have gladly watched a romantic comedy, or chick flick, just to turn his brain off for a while and be passive. He frowned and turned on the pad, looked at it for a few seconds and turned it back off. He didn't want to do any work, but he didn't want to sit around doing nothing either. He leaned back, considering a nap. But he wasn't tired. He was getting the most rest that he had in his life in fact. His new body allowed him to sleep much better than he had, without the frequent trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night. And the gravity allowed him to sleep without being sore. He opened the underwear drawer and started flinging panties around the room by the elastic waistband, just to help kill the time. A loud knock on the door shocked him. He hadn't expected anyone. "Who the hell is it?" he snarled angrily. His voice still surprised him when he did so, he couldn't carry much of a masculine tone even when he tried. "Oh, it's Giselle, is this a bad time? Because I can uh, come back…later," came the cautious and confused voice of Giselle from behind the door. "Oh, no, please, Giselle, come in," Yoshi said, standing to his feet. "Hi…Yoshi," she said, looking at the pairs of panties floating around the room. "Oh, sorry, I uh, need to pick up," Yoshi snatched the panties from the air before stuffing them messily back in the drawer. "So what brings you to my humble abode?" "I was, I got to thinking…you know, about what you said earlier," Giselle had spent some time building herself up to sleep with this girl, but she didn't want to just scream 'fuck me' at her. "You mean…?" Yoshi raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was dreaming. "Yeah," Giselle said a bit too quickly, cutting him off. "But, I thought you said you were uh, you know, not interested," Yoshi's eyes began to widen, his mouth salivating at the possibility. "I…changed my mind," Giselle hadn't really thought out how to convince this girl she was sincerely interested in…whatever it was they were going to do. "I mean, I haven't ever tried it, and I've always been kinda curious." "Oh, well, I can understand that," Yoshi stepped forward, still maintaining a sensible distance. "It's just, when you…suggested it, I was kind of, I just didn't know how to feel," Giselle lied. She was usually better at this. "Oh, I think I understand. It was hard for me too, when I first found out," Yoshi countered with his own lie, although his was better performed. "I, I just kind of…" Giselle held her hands out openly, trying to find the proper words. She wasn't a closet lesbian, or even a bi-curious woman. "I know, it's hard at first," Yoshi harkened back to all of those first time lesbian movies he had seen before in his life. Shy, innocent girls, alone with an older, more experienced woman, who would teach them the ways of lesbian sex. "Dealing with those tough feelings, believe me I've been there. Not knowing how to feel, sure that the attraction is wrong, when everything in your heart says that it's right." "Yeah," Giselle felt a rare twinge in her conscious. She usually didn't play people who didn't have it coming. "It's like, I've felt it sometimes but I never acted on it. Now I don't know how to act, and I'm not sure what to do." "I understand," Yoshi was starting to get hard just thinking about it. "Are you still…interested? In experimenting, just taking it slowly and seeing how you feel about it?" Yoshi was standing barely a foot from her. "I, I think so," Giselle Gabriel took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She had played the role of the reluctant virgin well enough for her, but she realized that this was the last chance she had to back out. She raised her eyes, staring into Yoshi's as she let out the air from her lungs. "Yes." "Alright, well I promise that I'll take it slow. If you don't want to do anything just tell me, if you want to back out I'll stop," Yoshi wanted to sound gallant, but that was more or less his ethical credos. He never pressed a woman who didn't want it. He may have been a horn dog but he was no rapist. He made the first move, it made all the sense in the world to do it. He simply placed his hands along the small of her back, padded by her one piece. It was the same type he was wearing, everyone on the station seemed to wear them besides Sergio, they were easy and functional. They must have been some kind of uniform from the previous crew. They seemed gender neutral, could easily support both skinny and larger bodies, looked decent enough, was soft to the touch, and didn't collect sweat or body odor. And while he acknowledged it was most likely a cliché, hers felt softer, nicer. He noticed her trepidation. Her body was tense, locked up like she was expecting a blow to the arm. Instead his lips slowly met hers, hitting her with more force than any punch could. Giselle shut her eyes, trying to remove the woman from the kiss. It had been far too long since she had sex, and longer since she had made love. But a kiss was a kiss, and a tongue a tongue. Hers seemed enthusiastic, felt the tongue flick along her gums, taking the time to explore her mouth completely. Yoshi's hands slowly massaged her back, trying to release some of the pent up tension. He lovingly kneaded his hands into her back, taking no small delight at the feel of her body. His nimble hands eased into the small of the back, tracing a line up her spine. He raised his arms to allow for more ease as he massaged her shoulders. She was starting to warm up, albeit slowly to his advances. She was easing up, despite her own hang-ups. His massage was relaxing, and she was almost able to imagine it was a man handling her body despite her nimble fingers. Her mind absently wondered how much off this kissing would be necessary to transfer the nanobots to her body. If they were indeed being transferred, and she was not just satisfying the lusty ambitions of this Asian lesbian. He continued exercising his tongue inside of her mouth, his hand slowly moving around her body. He gingerly grasped onto her breast, feeling the flesh hidden behind the flimsy material of the one piece. They were by no means large, his own were larger by at least a cup size. But they were soft and they were real, and they felt incredible to the touch, even if they weren't DD cups. He estimated them around a 38 C cup, from his own experience of staring at breasts. 'I'll have to go in for a closer inspection,' he thought wickedly, before remembering to take it slow. He decided to alternate breasts, feeling the same soft skin, marked by the hard nipple. Giselle opened her mouth, allowing a silent moan to escape her lips. All she was focusing on now was the pleasure slowly building up in her body. She would be lying if she said she couldn't use a good romp in the hay. Although she would probably be turned on by the loving touch of a janitor, her body was certainly reacting to this Asian girl's touch. Her nipples, one floating aimlessly alone, the other gently being cupped, were both hard and aching for more attention. Her lips were wet, both with her own salivations and Yoshi's amorous tongue. Her sex, which hadn't been given due attention since she had taken the job in space was starting to effuse her own love honey. Yoshi's hand slowly unzipped the zipper of her one piece, located in the front of the garment. He stopped around her belly button, enjoying the look of her body. She had a natural air about her. His hand slowly reached in, feeling the soft skin. He was very pleased she was not wearing a bra, he had nothing between his flesh and hers. Her skin was much darker than the pale white Asian skin of his own. Her skin had a light cocoa tone to it, not truly African but more of a mixed blend. He did not know her people hailed from the Dominicans. He pulled back the garment, exposing her breasts. He could feel his erection already throbbing in his pants, but knew he must be patient. Even stranger to him was the rush of blood to his own nipples, the longing, and aching that he himself had. Reminded of his own desires, he raised a hand to hers, eagerly cupping her breast. He liked the visual of it, his pale skin on her brown flesh, accented by the large nipple. He liked even more the taste of it, as his mouth broke the kiss his head leaned down. He took one of the nipples in his mouth, for some reason expecting some different kind of experience. But while it was nothing different, it was special in it's own way. His teeth formed along the outer line of her nipple, his tongue danced along the tender skin while his mouth sucked upon it, drawing more of her mammilla into her mouth. Giselle let out a low groan, unable to restrain herself any longer. She was losing herself in the madness of the passion. She had thought herself under control of her own bodily desires, but now realized that was hardly the case. She was relieved that she didn't have to do anything, at least of yet. 'If only this girl had a cock I'd lay down and let her fuck me' she thought wistfully to herself. Yoshi unlatched from her chest, slick strands of saliva escaped his mouth. His fingers quickly took place, using his own spit to lubricate his fingers. It felt harder to the touch now, if it were possible, but the slippery saliva made all the difference in the world, his fingers could tweak her easier now. His mouth latched onto her neglected breast, giving it attention, once again nibbling, sucking, caressing, everything that his hands and mouth could do. He pulled his head back, his long hair flowing in his face. He had to move it back, thankful for the ponytail. He moved his face down, humming into her chest. Giselle felt disappointment as the stimulation suddenly ceased. She could feel the vibrations from his humming in her stomach, it was an odd feeling. When it stopped, she couldn't help but groan, both from the shock and strangeness of it. Yoshi flicked his tongue inside of her belly button, disappointed a moment later. He should have thought about it, weeks of not being able to bathe had taken their toll on her flavor. Yoshi recalled the sanitary wipes sitting in his pocket. He reached for them, as he continued to pull the zipper down. The condom he had been flipping almost flew out, he managed to push it back. 'Thank goodness for a nice coincidence,' he thought to himself as he ripped the wipes open. Yoshi inspected the new skin, enjoying the sight. She did have a natural mass of thick, short pubic hair on her mound, poking above her panties. She didn't have a particularly hairy bush, if anything it seemed like it was kempt in the past. But no doubt there wasn't much of a chance for normal hygienic upkeep. His fingers reached down, enjoying the soft feel and delighting in the complexion of the cocoa butter skin as he tugged the panties down, exposing her whole body. Giselle freed her arms and shoulders from the garment, which had seemed to grow tight against her body. The garment came off of her trembling body easily, and Yoshi helped tug the rest of it downward. She wondered in the back of her head what the girl was doing down there. Her body shivered as she felt the cold wet sensation rub along her inner thighs. She looked down, seeing the wet paper napkins cleaning her body. She didn't want to wait, but she could hardly complain, considering what she was in line to do. 'Am I going to have to do that? Go down on her?' she wondered in the back of her mind, weighing her disgust over the prospect of orally servicing another woman over the increased chance that it would transfer the nanobots. Yoshi was satisfied that he had cleaned enough of her body. He wasn't a germaphobe but the accumulated salty sweat wasn't going to make for a savory flavor, and he was going in for more than just a lick. Giselle tried to open her legs slightly. A part of her mind told her that if the nanobots were communicated by body fluid this might help. But that was only a small fraction of her mind, only rationalizing it away. She was opening her legs in a carnal desire for more attention. She had only been so aroused before in her youth, in her later years her lovemaking had been more conservative. But now in the heat and passion of the moment she lusted after it with reckless abandon. Yoshi looked into her welcoming legs like a wolf, licking his lips hungrily. He buried his face between her legs, thankful for the previous cleaning. There was a slight lingering smell of the cleaning agent. But the aroma of Giselle's sex was almost overwhelming to him. It seemed to fill his nostrils, driving his already rampant sex drive even more desirous. Giselle's pink sex was dripping wet with her juices. Yoshi teased the labia, taking the one lip in her mouth and nibbling on it slightly. He could hear Giselle whimper in appreciation. His tongue flicked across the petals of Giselle's pink flower, making sure they were watered. Yoshi leaned back, using his hands to spread Giselle's pink, petite pussy lips apart. He looked at her clitoris, now fully engorged. It looked odd, the hood of the clit was the same cocoa butter color, but poking out was the same pink and tender flesh as her honey pot. He flicked his tongue out, licking the length of the short nubble. Giselle cooed, fully in the moment. She grasped onto her breasts as she arched her head back. She rolled her thumb and forefinger over her nipples. They were still lightly coated with Yoshi's saliva, providing the perfect lubricant as she enjoyed Yoshi's tongue lashing. Her hips seemed to buck and grind, bringing her body closer and closer to Yoshi's face and tongue, seeking more and more attention. She had almost forgotten what oral sex was like. Yoshi was starting to really get into it. He had always been into servicing a woman orally in the past. And he was going with gusto. His tongue whirled around as quickly as possible, teasing the tender pink lips of her labia, lapping up the flowing honey, and then licking the length of her clit. He reveled in the taste, salty and slightly acidic. He had no real description for it, pussy simply tasted like pussy. The taste varied from woman to woman, but it was the same. The juicy interior, gushing with the dew of the moaning, the hard lightly colored clit, just barely poking above the skin, and… The wet opening. Yoshi moved his hand to spread her open. His tongue waggled intensely on her clit, as he pushed a finger all the way up to the knuckle into her snatch, taking her by surprise. Pleasant surprise, as her groaning only increased, in volume, pitch, and frequency. Yoshi didn't need anymore encouragement, and since he wasn't encountering any resistance he pushed another finger into her wet pussy. Giselle knew that she was close to climax, her mind was flooded with pleasure. She continued to tweak her nipples, rolling the flesh so yearning for attention quickly and harshly. She ground her pussy into Yoshi's face, her hips struggled to match his finger fucking. If there were gravity she would have fallen, she could feel the weakness in her knees. She bit her lip hard, enough to draw the taste of blood if not the actual fluid. She groaned loudly through her lip in luxuria as an orgasm tore her body asunder with pleasure. Her body trembled as pure sexual release poured through every facet of her being. Yoshi looked up, reveling in the look of unbridled passion on her face. His face was inundated with her juices, he half closed his eyes to avoid the love honey. He watched with rapt attention, appreciating the view of Giselle's quivering lips, contracting around his fingers. Giselle slowly began to catch her breath, her mind idly floating in her post orgasm pleasure. She was so dazed she didn't even notice what Yoshi was doing. Yoshi grinned, hoping that she wasn't going to freak out. He didn't expect this and was largely playing by ear now. At the time getting her off before introducing his 'little friend' seemed a good idea. But whether she would freak out or not was the big question, and he was going to have to figure it out for himself. Yoshi quickly pulled the zipper down on his one piece, and grabbed the conveniently placed condom and quickly bit off the wrapper. Still crouched down, he unrolled it quickly on his achingly erect cock, before lifting himself up. Giselle's hazy eyes seemed to focus as Yoshi's head bobbed up suddenly. She became worried, wondering if she was going to have to go down on the girl herself. She had started to consider it before coming in, but she hadn't really planned on it. Now after the orgasm she just had, she didn't think that she could just say 'thanks' and walk out, without doing a thing. Besides to play the part of the bicurious woman she would have to want to go down on another girl. Yoshi kissed her square on the lips, it was strange to her to actually taste her own fluids. His mouth and cheeks, even his nose were doused with her drippings. It was strange but arousing in a way. She felt something rubbing outside of her still very wet and very open honey pot, it seemed to hover back and forth. At first she simply assumed it was another finger. She grunted as she felt something penetrate her. It was bigger than a finger, that's for sure. 'What..what is that?' Giselle tried to look down but the view was obstructed by their bodies. 'She must have put on a strap on dildo or something' she thought, feeling the length of Yoshi's shaft press inward inside of her. Yoshi didn't say another word. He simply continued to work himself into Giselle, thankful that she didn't ask. With his tongue halfway down her throat it must have been hard for her to try. Giselle closed her eyes, continuing to work her tongue. If she closed her eyes she was able to pretend that it wasn't really an Asian girl with a strap on, that it was a real man who was fucking her. It felt real to her, down to every last detail. She could feel the fat head of the cock, it was plumper than the rest, the shaft was long and thick. It seemed strange to her that she put a condom on a vibrator, but her mind was barely recognizing it. Right now she was almost completely focused on the amazing feelings coursing through her body. Yoshi felt like he was going to explode with joy. He had lusted after women like Giselle for casual sex ever since he was young, never as successfully as he had recently been. 'Who knows all I needed to get pussy was a pussy?' he snickered to himself, grinning from ear to ear. He cupped her breasts, playing with the large orbs enthusiastically. Her nipples, hard, continued their rough treatment, he took some glee with tweaking them. She hadn't objected, her low groans were filling their mouths with an almost uncontrollable heat. Giselle grunted, she was by no means a novice in bed, and her body accommodated Yoshi's cock willingly. More so than that, she wanted it now, even if she did not know what it was. She hadn't felt so filled in ages, and she was reveling in the sensations. Her body matched Yoshi's vigorous thrusts, trying as best she could to enjoy every nanometer of his phallus, every instance of their lovemaking. She broke their kiss for a moment, only to say one word. "Harder," she moaned, almost begged. "Harder!" Yoshi nearly creamed himself hearing it. He moved his hands from her breasts and grasped onto either of her luscious ass cheeks, and then began to pound away at her with all of his might. Her body was meeting his thrusts, slamming down on his cock with every lunge, impaling her brown body on his white cock. Yoshi began grunting too, surprising himself with his high-pitched squeals. He moved his face down, grasping onto one of her breasts with his mouth, sucking, and biting. Not hard enough to draw blood but rougher than before. Giselle bounced up and down on the cock like a rag doll, loving it. While some girls preferred nice and gentle sex she liked it hard. And that was exactly how she was getting it! Yoshi was sucking on her tit, driving the already burning feeling in her nipples even more afire with desire. He was slamming down on her with the zeal of a teenager. Yoshi's fingertips were gripping so tightly his fingers were practically drawing blood from her ass. Her whole body was reverberating, shaking and quivering from the pleasure, from the anticipation, from the carnal and powerful sex. Yoshi's speed picked up tremendously, he was fucking her for all he was worth and couldn't be happier. Their bodies were doused in sweat, heaving in the passion of their rigorous lovemaking. Moans and screams filled the air, their juices hovered about them, filling the air with a raw flavor of sexuality. Yoshi screamed aloud, his body trembled as he came as hard as he could ever remember in his life. He could feel his cock and pussy spasm at the same time as he came from both simultaneously. He was without thought, his mind was flooded with sensory inputs of intense orgasmic delight. Jet after jet of cum poured out of his futa cock, filling the condom like a balloon. Giselle's body convulsed and shook from the power of her intense orgasm. She had never expected things to go like this, and she was hardly able to even understand it. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head from the incredible sensations creeping throughout her body. Every inch of her being seemed to be aflame with a burning passion that seemed to consume her. Yoshi slowly caught his breath, trying to withdraw from Giselle's body. The condom had filled up, almost impossibly large from the semen filling it. He was having trouble fishing the condom out, it was barely wrapped around his penis now. "What…the…FUCK!…is that?" Giselle looked down, shocked. "Huh?" Yoshi was at a loss for words. It wasn't something that he expected to be easy. How do you explain away having a penis? It wasn't a problem he had encountered beforehand. "You…you have a fucking dick?" she asked, watching an inflated condom pop out from her body. Her hands moved between her legs instinctively, trying to shield her wet sex. "Oh, uh, I can explain," Yoshi mumbled, trying to think things out. His mind was already adequately hazy. "There better be one hell of an explanation," Giselle wasn't sure why she was so upset, but she was. She quickly pulled up her one piece, zipping it up so fast she almost got some of her hair caught up in it. "I was born with it, ok?" Yoshi tried to sound defensively, like she was a hurt young woman. "What, are you some kind of transsexual?" she asked, still angry. She tried to find the source of her anger, but she couldn't. It just felt like by masquerading around as a woman, Yoshi had done something that was wrong. She felt violated, before remembering that she had come in under false pretenses to have sex with her. "No, not really," Yoshi said, lifting up his waning member. "I still have a pussy, but I was born with a dick." "So what, you're some kind of…hermaphrodite?" Giselle tried to comprehend what she was seeing. "Yeah, you could say that. I'm sorry, I never meant to deceive you, but you, I mean, oh god," Yoshi tried to feign sadness, even tears. He had found that the 'emotional weeping woman' cliché worked so well. His emotions were still outta whack, making it easier. 'Probably hormones' he thought to himself. "Uh, shit," Giselle tried to make some sense of this whole thing. Part of her cared about the emotional woman before her. It was strange to her, she wasn't the kind to normally be swayed by emotions. Perhaps it was simply their lovemaking, but she was nevertheless dealing with some of her own emotions she was having trouble sorting. "Uh, look, it's, it's ok, like, don't worry about anything," Giselle said, trying to calm her down from a distance. She didn't want to get too close right now, providing physical support seemed like a bad idea. "It's, it's just been hard. Living through my whole life with a penis, always being attracted towards women, always wondering if they'll accept me," Yoshi was just ad libing this, but it was all playing right. He almost wanted to chuckle at the fact he was just working with her preconception of him being a woman. He never actually told her that he was a man who had grown a penis, just that he had a penis and it had been living with it. "Oh, uh, yeah that must have been hard," Giselle tried to sympathize. "And I just saw you and you were so beautiful, and I couldn't help but try," Yoshi said, peeking over to her to see if she was buying it. she was, hook line and sinker. Tossing in a subtle compliment always worked with women. "Look, just, chill out. Okay?" Giselle wanted to yell at her to calm down. She was used to dealing with people, but most of them didn't seem so…needy, or emotionally childish. 'Considering her age though, can she even buy her own liquor?' "Ok," Yoshi said, trying to calm himself. He slowly began to pull the one piece up, feeling very self-conscious about his nudity, despite the act he was putting on. "Look, just, everything is cool, ok? I just, I didn't expect…that," Giselle said, glancing at the flaccid member. It seemed to jump at her mention of it. "I, I know it wasn't right," Yoshi tried to sound bashful. "Look, just, it's fine. In the future maybe you should tell people ahead of time about it, but it's fine. We're cool," Giselle wanted, more than anything, to get out of the room. Her mind wasn't even thinking about the nanobots, but was more concerned with the awkward nature of the conversation. "Um," Yoshi tried to sound innocent. "What is it?" Giselle almost barked at her, stopping short. "C, can you not, you know, tell anyone that we, uh, I mean that I," Yoshi almost broke into a fit of laughter at his 'shy innocent girl' act, but managed to keep a straight face. "Yeah, I won't tell anyone about your…dick," Giselle wanted to find some other, nicer name for it. "Just don't tell anyone about…what we did. Not that it was wrong. But I don't want anyone finding out about it." "I understand," Yoshi said glumly. "It's a deal." "Ok, I'm going to go, I have to do some stuff. I'll see you around," Giselle said, walking towards the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob, feeling Yoshi's hand touch on top of hers. "I hope I'll see you around," he said, smiling as he turned the knob. 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