Alternate Essence Storyline -- Part 1: Coordinates

NOTE: From this point on, this detaches itself from the beautiful original
Essence series. PLEASE send some comments, or better yet write your bit
of this since this looks like it is going to be very long!




Lily sighed, and her back breasts inflated a little bit to make the bare
metal chair a little more confortable. They wanted to lead a normal life
from then on, and it actually started out well -- she was able to get a
temporary job as a waitress. This enabled Steven to get a loan and open
a workshop. "Fix-quick" the name was, and with Lily taking care of the
taxes and paperwork it was going just smoothly. She had even managed to
fit into the local public high school's senior year when August came.
Sure, the small town where they lived was somewhat boring and definitely
too right-wing for Steven to fit in, but that was a start. Although
their marital status was not defined at all, nobody cared except maybe
the First Baptist Church's pastor.

The sensor control room was perhaps the most boring place in the base,
but someone had to do it. Her soldiers -- this month it was her turn to
be commander -- were either out on patrol or soundly sleeping,
and her allies had their exigencies to take care of. Therefore someone
had to remain up and awake.

*****

The one thing Steven had to be grateful to the Essence was that his
birth defect had been perfectly cured; Lily was also grateful of that,
since their relationship was definitely not Platonic anymore. As far as
she could recall, however, they never had complete intercourse; all that
came through was kissing, caressing, maybe a little tasting -- but neither
her nor "her kid" as she jokingly called Steven for his childish manners,
ever felt a need to go all the way. Not that it mattered; for her, this was
just fine, and he never wanted more of that.

Once in a while, she expanded all four of her breasts when nobody was
looking, and what followed -- hours of playing in the corn fields near the
airbase -- normally left them exhausted. Lily sighed again, thinking with
regret about those times, when life was fresh and the sky was clean.
That was BEFORE, a year, a lifetime ago.

The first to notice what was going on were the Russians, through old but
still working spysats. Within weeks, the United States became subject to
an unofficial but very real embargo -- the powerful did not want to be
overrun, and most of the common people suddenly had a very good reason to emigrate to the US.

County after county, state after state the Essence spread. But although such
happened at an incredible speed, especially after the government got overrun
and taken care of, with the same speed a movement sprang up. For a moment
Lily saw the face of Reverend Malcolm Rush, President of the United States
by revolutionary right.
Within weeks, this man rose from nothingness to absolute power in the middle
USA and most of northern Mexico. While at first government officiers
labelled him a fanatic and someone not to trust, nowadays a good share of
what was left of federal infrastructures had joined forces with him.

Within months, the Essence-controlled area had become a horseshoe-shaped
territory whose corners where California, British Columbia, Ontario and
Annapolis. Despite the embargo, the Territory grew in population every day,
although a UN-led force hastily created a containment area around its whole
expense. In the barren wasteland formed by poison gas and some sort of weird
weapons provided by Rev. Rush which could match what alien technology
the Keepers used, only few outposts of one side or another remained.
The last three months essent... ehm, basically saw a stasis in the conflict,
the communities in the containment zone still carrying out the struggle
without getting too much support from the headquarters. There was always the
feeling that something big was going to happen at any time soon, and the
first side which made that happen would have gained the upper hand.
Lily sadly smiled as she thought how misinformed she and Steven had been
about love. Sure, technically there was no such thing as romantic love in
the Territory; but a civilization based on lust couldn't have been worse
than one based on hatred.

The town they settled in was amongst the first to be taken over.  Back then,
few knew about the wave of change that was about to resonate throughout the
planet.
The first to notice was nobody else but her. The strange feeling should
have alerted her... still alone, on guard in the radio room, Lily wondered
what could have happened if she listened to that inner itching.
For sure, she would not be there -- on guard duty in a sensor control
room, in a small base set up by a small group of independents and some
of 'them'.
Two days after the strange but pleasant feeling began, and without any kind
of prior notice, the local newspaper and radio station reported a town
council meeting about some re-zoning proposal. It was February back then, and
Lily was finishing her senior year. Thanks for the knowledge she had gotten
from the Essence, some help from her schoolmates, and her quick wits, she
didn't have the slightest problem fitting in. She kept her back breasts
well hidden from anyone by keeping them deflated, although on some occasions
she did fool around a little with her front side. Some guys even asked her
out, but she always politely refused when things got too intimate; even if
Steven put it clear as brutally as always ("Tink, you never worry about
me, I don't mind if you do stuff with others as long as it's you who wants
it" he said, mindful that she still had some traces of the sexual overdrive
given by the Essence) Lily didn't feel that need very much.
The announcement was even given on the school's internal radio: the
administration board wanted the student government to attend the meeting
as guests. Janae was secretary for the year; she and Lily developed a rather
close friendship during the six months, and she managed to persuade her
to skip Biology and come along. Janae and Lily were almost perfectly
complementary in appearance, although similar in character; while the former
was voluptuous, copper-skinned and fair-haired, and somewhat on the fat side,
the latter retained her thin complexion, somewhat pale skin and dark hair.
While Janae enjoyed playing the bimbo she wasn't, Lily was shy and clean.
The van which carried the sudent government could have used some air
conditioning, but its passengers were somewhat excited for the novelty,
not to mention that the 11th graders in there were skipping a math quiz.

The seven were brought into the city hall's assembly room. To their surprise,
most of the town's police was also there. The major gave a brief speech
about an unspecified "new opportunity" for all residents, and then the
debate moved to more trivial topic as they awaited for mr. Ducaine to show
up.
Only when a single figure, wrapped in some sort of bath-robe and escorted by
two female guards with very revealing uniforms, entered from the main door
Lily understood exactly what was going on. That was nobody else than
who she knew as Erectus.
"Ed?!?" she shrieked in disbelief. A chorus of shh's came from the group's
girls, who looked very interested at the newcomer.
"You know that guy?" Janae asked her in a whisper.
"Jan.. get out of the building."
"What?"
"Get out of the building NOW!" Lily replied abruptly.
Within seconds, the Keeper's pheromones already filled the hall, giving him
the undivided attention of all the female bystanders. The major, a nice
middle-aged lady for whom this re-zoning proposal suddenly meant much more
than extra votes, gave him the microphone without delay.
"Citizens of Clovis, hear us out!" the tall man said with a booming tenor
voice as a woman dressed like him entered. The two vikings who acted as her
bodyguards brought in a refrigerator-sized mechanism and laid it in front
of the supposed mr. Ducaine. The audience was staring single-mindedly at
the device, which then unfolded a green-glowing globe.
Lily did not wait for the hypnotic wave projector to fully deploy and rushed
out from a security door, not wanting to see whatever was going to follow.
The emergency staircase was rusty but manageable; from the building's top,
just as the policemen outside the main entrance were called inside, she
could see pretty much the whole town. Her big blue eyes focused on the
convoy of five buses and a covered flatbed truck which was coming in at
slow speed.
Back then, she didn't know how to hijack cars. Two of the "bodyguards"
had spotted her, and were coming out of the building. Lily quickly
evaluated the situation. New Mexico's midday sun did not allow room for
shadows in which to hide; the two vikings were obviously faster than her;
the ground was five floors below. Last time she'd been in trouble, a
hypercompressed hydrogen bottle got her out of trouble; here, the solution
was similar. She climbed the parapet and prepared to jump.
"Wait! We don't want to harm you. Come down."
Lily smiled, and began to hyperventilate. As she did so, her breasts began
to inflate. Within two seconds, her A-cups already grew a cup size and began
to stretch her bra under the "Area 51" T-shirt. As she suspected, the two
stopped, recognizing her as someone who had already been recruited.
Exploiting their confusion, she wore off her top and t-shirt and began to
inflate her back breasts, two little bumps of reddened skin becoming small
but shapely nipples before the actual cups began to form. Her forward was
already into the C-cup range, and one of the guards already turned and went
back into the building. Apparently the other had decided to take it easy
and enjoy the show; Lily couldn't help descending from the parapet and
sitting there to make him have a better look.
As her tits increased, so did their base; Lily was beginning to feel dizzy
and light from hyperventilation, but time was short and something in her
just wanted to continue. Twenty seconds into that, her front boobs were
already beginning to obscure her view; her cleavage was a good foot deep and
her back breasts were beginning to resist the wind, forcing her to turn
sideways a little. As she moved, her gravity-defying boobs let go of her
top -- which had remained trapped between her shoulderblades -- making it
go with the wind. Lily was almost ready, and yawned and stretched to
remain lucid.
"Say, cute, to which Keeper do you hail?" the guard asked.
"None, Olaf. None at all. She denied the Essence, and Lord Mega-Cock has
decided that she be captured and brought to him when found."
This was Ed's voice, coming from just behind the door. It was definitely
more powerful than before, Lily thought.
"Ed?!?"
"You may call me Lord Erectus, Luna; or should I say, Lily?"
"Lord? When the..."
"The time for the Gathering is ripe, and the Essence needs more Keepers for
its seed to be spread. I have been granted the gift of Keeperhood."

Lily took another deep breath, and headbanged backwards, falling down.
Her four balloons slowed down the fall and made her landing soft enough to
be bearable. The glimpses she caught of what was going on inside the city
hall were exactly what she expected. That's not right though, they did not
really get a choice. Neither was the town going to.
She hit the ground with face up, her back tits taking most of the shock and
sending a wave of compression through her. Now it was time to run.
Lily concentrated and thrusted her chest backwards, her two back nipples 
opening like air hoses and jettisoning the stored air. The former
hyperventilation now bore its fruit, Lily was literally running like the
wind, air from her behind making her hop like an astronaut on the Moon.

Erectus remembered Lily as a very docile girl, something not surprising
seen the kind of life she used to lead. He wasn't used to such
determination, at least not against him. His presence was needed for the
next phase, but even if nobody was going to believe him those who had
denied the Essence must have been stopped.
"Uni!" he called.

Lily aready exhausted all four of her tanks; blocks and blocks she ran, as
the convoy moved into town. When all her nipples finally shrank back to the
cute nibbles they were and the two on her back closed as the last air
blew out, she stopped. It was like time was frozen. On her left, green
flashes began to appear as yet another town joined what would have been
later known as the Territory. She had been so fast that the few passers-by
who saw her inflaed body being propelled like a balloon let loose thought
about some advertisment trick; now, save for being naked and having two
nipples per breast on her chest, she looked ordinary.
"Hey, miss! Remain where you are, please."
Great, she thought. Policeman. Deep in the Bible Belt, to go around topless
was a problem even back then, she remembered. Now it was just plain unsafe,
at least outside the installation.
The cop was a large guy with oxygenated hair and sunglasses; he would have
looked best on a powerful motorcycle, and as a matter of facts that is where
he was climbing on before having seen Lily. He just got orders from the
police station to return to base, and was doing just that when he spotted her.
Calmly he crossed the street as Lily covered herself.
"So what do we have here, hmm?"
"Please, officer, it's a, um, joke they made on me. First they threw a bucket
of-"
The policeman absent-mindedly gave Lily his jacket, then told her to climb
on the motorcycle.
"We'll give you a shirt or something, then take you back to school."
"No, sir, thank you very much, if you could just let me go home. It's right
over there."
"Well, as you wish, ma'am. I must report to the station, so I'll just let
you go this time."
Surprisingly, Lily could walk the remaining two blocks in relative safety,
the Essence recruits probably being busy converting the key facilities.


Now she knew that this was the standard takeover procedure, although lately
a small twist had been added. She smiled and resumed walking down memory
lane, anything went to remain awake.


Steven was happily giving a layer of paint -- a habit he was trying to
take -- to the ekranoplane in the backyard, when known steps walked in from 
the front door. The familiar thin figure ran inside in a hurry and called
his name, so he went inside.

"Hi, sweetie. How did school go?"
"Steve, we must pack and leave."
Lily was beginning to feel tired from the long run in the merciless sunlight,
and dropped on a chair. A petrified Steven listened to her explanation.
"So they began that thing?"
"Yes, the Gathering. Do you remember when I said that it might have become
too big some time soon? I think this is it... I feel that this is just the
beginning."
"By the name of Isaac Newton, we must stop them!"
"Steve, be real... we can't; not now. I think we have some time before they
come here, where's the truck?"
"Andrej borrowed it!"
"Oh, great! What do we do now?" she almost cried in despair. To her surprise
Steven smiled and ran into the backyard, then called her. In her perspective,
the most astonishing thing about the machine which lied there was that he
bothered painting it.
"Is this the eko something you kept mumbling about this week?"
"Exactly, dear. It was for Josh, you know..."
"Yeah, that hotdog. You made that for him?"
"No, made fun of me, so I challenged him to a little race and so when I was
done with work, before coming home...."
Lily sighed, without other effects this time. How could a 18-years-old like
her think that someone four years older was so childish?
The seismometer in the bathroom began beeping. Lily dashed to the fence and
saw the convoy coming their way. A flatbed truck was slowly travelling
down the street with some sort of radar-dish shaped object that two 
recruits were swinging around.  As it pointed to a building, a soft 
green light beam lanced out and widened until the whole building was 
awash.  Then the truck would move to the next target.  Behind the vehicle
came a large group of men and women, all nude, all already altered by the
Essence. A portion of this group went into each building and carried out 
unconscious people and laid them gently at the side of the road; the few
passers-by were kept in place and knocked out by a portable version of
the beam, wielded by a handful of policemen with bikes. Lily could recognize
one of them as the guy who stopped her before.
The whole procession was no more than six blocks distant.
"Is this thing fast enough to make it?"
"342 kph is my estimate top speed. It's not very accurate, there could be
a zero-point-two percent..."
"Ok, ok, c'mon dr. Spock, start the engine!"
Lily rushed in the house and, in a matter of seconds, ran to and fro the
ekranoplane carrying what little they owned which could have had some use.
Steven grabbed a sledgehammer and knocked down a portion of the fence.

By the time Lily was done and Steven was already starting the engine, two
cops were already knocking at their door. Hearing the noise, they both
went right in.
Just as they prepared to fire the stunners, the ekranoplane started; she
and Steven jumped on as the two propellers thrusted air beneath the short
wings, making the vehicle hover.
"What the...?"
The half-naked policemen had the common sense of getting out of the way as
what looked like a mid-seventies Corvette which someone wanted to turn into
an airplane but changed his mind when he was half done. As it turned left,
it met the jeep carrying nobody else than Pleasure and Raven, both in full
recruitment shape and ready to begin with the streetful of unconscious
people right after the intersection. The powerful pheromones that formed a
cloud around the two Keepers of the Essence were carelessly flushed under
the ekranoplane's seemingly-mutilated wings as the two vehicles met and
went their way.


Uni was on her way. She liked big bikes, and this customized Corley they
found around was just perfect for her. Licking her lips and whiskers she
thought that she liked everything big. To find the two traitors was going
to be a beautiful big treasure hunt, and she was going to enjoy toying
with the female for some time before her capture. She smiled in pleasure as
the engine's vibrations gently rocked her bald pussy and her sensitive tail
base. She was very proud that her Keeper had chosen her for the mission, and
was not going to make Him be sorry of that.

The Texan border was only ten miles away; nobody stopped them as the
ekranoplane crossed it. Steven's grim face grew heavier with every car or
truck going the opposite direction... obviously the outside world was
beginning to know. Lily wondered what would have happened, and even now that
she knew, the future was still behind a very heavy curtain. Avoiding
inhabited areas, they kept moving all day till they reached a small
motel. 
The place was remarkably clean and confortable for being a hole in the
middle of nowhere. A somewhat fat Mexican lady showed them their room and
kindly told them that dinner was being served. The small building didn't
really have a bar; the few patrons were accomodated in a single big wooden
table, and were served chile relleno, fries, and something to drink.
Everyone at the table was talking about the one thing Lily and Steven came
from; a trucker even had a copy of that "Sexxx Bizarre" magazine, and passed
it around. Lily was the only girl at the table, but nobody seemed to care.
To eat something did much to make Steven relax, much to Lily's relief.
"So what's the plan, lady?"
"Why should I have a plan at all, Steve? I mean..."
"Hmm... I was thinking of... you know, stopping that and all."
"Doesn't sound like a bright idea to me. I like how I am now, and, well,
I liked it when I was with Ed. Some people actually want that, so"
"96% of the population, I daresay. Think there will be something
left for those who don't accept this?"
"Oh, yes, I'm positive. They just want to make the world better, and they
will understand that some do not agree."
"Perhaps send us to Siberia or something."
"Naah. The worst that happens is that we won't be too much."
"Lily, I don't understand. You told me, that Erectus person wanted you dead,
and now you defend them?"
Her face reflected the strangely contented way she felt at the moment. For
some reason, her inner self just refused to see the alleged threat.
"Erectus didn't want me dead. They just wanted to meet the both of us again."
"I don't know... perhaps they're right. Perhaps humanity's time is over, and
they are the heirs. Perhaps we got no right to try to stop them."
"Look, Steve, we can do this... we can get those who don't want such a
lifestyle together, so we can at least deal with them when...."
"When they overrun the planet? is this what you mean?"
"hmmm... yes. How does this sound as a plan?"
Only then they noticed that, save for two drunken guys, everyone else at the
table was listening to them. They were covered by questions: where was the
colony? how did the whole thing work? and so on. Even one of the two half-
asleep drunken people sort of put himself together and joined in.

That was the first time she was to speak in public. Just months ago.
An allied patrol returned with nothing to report, and she signalled them
to come right through. Her position about it was already defined, but
Steven still opposed it and sometimes intercalated with scornful remarks.
How typical of him, so quixotic.... she actually found it very tender of
him but the audience, back then, didn't like it the least bit. Was it not for
one of the bystanders, who took him aside and began talking with him
quietly, he could have got in deep trouble.
As she explained how the herarchy in the colony worked, the other drunken
trucker woke up and threw some beer at her shouting, "Enough crap, tell
us about the babes!"
The beer landed right on her shirt and foamed, the tickling sensation
exciting her very sensitive nipples -- two on each front breast. Four little
bumps protruded from it, and for the three seconds between the splash and her
moving a little to hide it, they stood right in front of the audience.
Someone grabbed the erotic magazine and pointed to a photo.
"Hey guys, see that! That's Luna! The one who grows and shrinks!"
"Yeah... so what is it, did you come here to convert us?"
"Well, babe, for heavens'sake I'm ready!"
The last comment was from the first trucker, who actually rose and grabbed
her by the arm. The man was obviously drunk. To some's surprise, Lily smiled
and looked at the man's eyes. The eye contact lasted the two seconds Steven
and the stranger needed to notice and prepare to stop the trucker; Lily
waved them not to move.
"You're right, big man" she then said calmly "I'll tell you about the babes."
This was enough to partially calm the trucker, especially since everyone else
at the table was interested in hearing and wasn't going to be denied this.

When she finished telling them what she saw and experienced, it was long into
the night. As everyone retired in their beds -- it was incredible how the
old lady could keep them in such a good condition -- most had already decided
to go west and meet a new life.
"I don't understand at all, Lily. It seems you are advertising for them!"
"Steve, honestly... people like that can only gain from the Essence. After
all, else they wouldn't be here!"
"Let me see if I understood. You want people to know what awaits them so they
have a choice?"
She laughed in some peculiar way, relieved that he understood.
"Exactly! 'Information wants to be free', remember?"
"Hey. I told you that."
They drew the beds next to one another and prepared to go to sleep. Lily
wanted to tour around the country and tell everyone of what was actually
going on, the pros and cons. Their way to take decisions was simple... she
just thought aloud, and he listened. Lily used to be scared by that, but
she soon figured out that he liked the sound of her voice, and often didn't
know what to say until she was done. This time however, she didn't get to
know his opinion, as someone knocked on the door.
"Identify yourself."
"Ehm.... this is Jerry.... the Copenhavers, right?"
That was the person Steve had a talk with before.
"You told them we're married?"
"No, I... uh..."
"Thought you were against marriage!"
Lily didn't wait for an answer (Steven was temporarily overloaded) and let
Jerry in. He was obviously about to leave the motel, and probably heard the
couple's last lines but didn't mention them. He introduced himself as a
private eye sent by a cosmetic surgery company to, in short, steal Mr.
Ducaine's innovations.
"So you're going to the mansion, now?"
"No. I'm turning back. I really don't want to be changed, at least not now.
I like running on the razor's blade, if you allow me the expression, and
a riskless world doesn't appeal to me yet... I'll probably change my mind in
a dozen years, though" he concluded.
"What is your plan, then? Got any?"
"Whatever plan you two have, for now. I have interest in homo sap's survival,
at least till I grow old. I recorded your story and listened to Steve, over
there..."
Steve finally managed to apply the once-easy art of emotion busting and
waved absently at Jerry.
"... and I'd like to send both stories to my employers, although they
probably won't believe either."
"Well, you'd have done so anyways, so thanks for telling us and go ahead."
Jerry thanked them and hurriedly went outside; within seconds an engine
revved and a car ran away.

"Do you think someone will choose freedom over pleasure? Probabilities are-"
"C'mon. Don't be so dramatic... 'freedom over pleasure'... the worst that
can happen is that we all get morphed into some sex freak and live happily
ever after. Now about that marriage thing..."
Steven blushed again, but since the light was shut and they were in bed, she
didn't see him.
"I didn't say.... he inferred... er... well... you know that I don't..."
"Easy, easy.... don't worry about that for now! I was just joking, you silly!"
With a sigh of relief from one side and a laugh from the other, they decided
that desert nights are quite cold, even with blankets over them, and
hugged tightly.

The trucker was torn in two; he was tired of jacking off, too many questions
in his mind. To leave now and drive non-stop to heaven? To get a good
night's sleep and make sure he was fresh the next morning? Was his current
cargo, a tank of liquid nytrogen, enough to buy what now was his only reason
to live? The best thing to do was to ask that girl, Lily. Maybe do something
more than ask her stuff. After all she was supposed be horny all the times,
or so he understood. That flimsy guy that drove her around on that funky
white thing was nothing to worry about. Ok, that is it.
He sloppily put his jeans on and went out of his room. Room 7 was the one.
No light was on, were they fucking? No, no noise from the inside. Oh well.
He gripped the door handle tight and pushed it hard. The lock was rusty and
easy to break for a tough guy like him.
As the lock broke, a fifty hundred thousand volts discharge decided that the
quickest way to ground was through the trucker's hand, arm, torso and legs.
The next morning, Steve and Lily woke up to find that save for them, the
motel was empty. The fact that two heavy cowboy shoes were fused with the
tar pavement, jsut in front of the door, didn't bother them much; the hi-freq
discharge was barely enough to send someone to sound sleep, and Steven threw
in all that voltage just for the challenge of doing it.

Not much later, the same shoes were examined with care by a lightly clad
brunette on a beautiful old-styled bike. The old lady was too busy counting
all the money her clientele forgot in their bedrooms to notice her, much
less her tail twitching under her jacket's back. The busty catgirl decided
she was on the right trail, and a Groundwire Radio Finder which looked much
better than the original confirmed. Even with what alien technology they had,
the Keepers hadn't been able to completely reverse-engineer what Steven left
them; nevertheless the device's galvanometer returned the direction
perfectly, if not the distance. Uni smiled, quickly refueled and went her way.


Someone knocked at the blast door. Lily was having a hard time staying awake,
even telling herself the story of her recent past, but months under siege
can get one very aware of situational changes. The taps on the door
matched those of Kit, who was scheduled for the next guard turn. Lily
pulled the lever and with a hiss the two massive panel separated, revealing
one of her group's current allies.
How strange, she thought: today's allies are yesterday's enemies. It would
have been an Orwellian situation, in other circumstances. Nevertheless, the
decision to ally with the Children of the Essence was taken when the group
(so far fifty people in all) decided that they were much better than
Reverend Rush's followers. Back then they were twenty outcasts between
a nation of fanatics and a weirdened new race, and someone had to keep homo
sapiens on scene.
Was it when they forbade them to teach evolutionary theory to children? Was
it when George, the hacker, found out despite the embargo that most of the
world was preparing to choose between a life of forgetful bliss and one of
fanatic hatred? She remembered the decision being taken.

The barn was cramped as only a prison, albeit temporary, can be. Armed guards
with uzi's and white red-crossed vests were outside. A lone cock eastwards
already saluted dawn.

"Couldn't you and Daniel be more careful?"
 "How in the world could we know that there was a mike in his room?"
"You sure know that Rush doesn't allow homosexual intercourse!"
  "So what, we have or rights like..."
   "Please, you all... it's just that Reverend Rush doesn't understand that
   we are a different group. He wants to"
"He wants to keep us all under his heel!"
  "Us all? That's grabage. They let you two do whatever you want, even if
  you're not married, how comes that?"
"Actually, we told him we were."
 "And when someone picked my van's lock and threw away all my books?"
Complaints, complaints. Everyone had their complaints: after three months of
fighting on the Arkansas border, the small group of dissenters already
figured out that the hard part was not to fight but to make sure the
prisoners didn't get burnt at the stake. That was not the way it was supposed
to work when they first got together, just after the Revolution. Sure, fight
on humankind's side; but often the 'humans' were not humane anymore.
As she was thinking, Lily didn't even remember who suggested that they
turned the coat, neither she remembered their escape, just two weeks ago.

"Are you all-right?" Kit asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure Kit... I mean Uni" Lily replied.
"It's o-k" she meowed. Like most of those reborn of the Essence she needed
less sleep than ordinary people, but unlike most, her primitive instincts
did not get suppressed or redirected when she turned into the D-cupped
catgirl she now was; after all, it was her who was to chase Steven and Lily
and capture them in the first place; she had the charms and the looks to be
a premiere recruiter, and he was a great technician.
"Well, your turn till 0600 I guess. How are the others?"
"Having fun-fun, Lily" she replied with a sigh. Uni was definitely on the
lesbian side, and eight hours in a row without any sex whatsoever were tough
to endure; but her lot had been cast for this turn, and guards -- especially
recruited guards -- had to remain alone. Not that Lily ever gave any sign
of being available... she didn't mind sex with the unrecruited, they were
more a challenge to please, and someone halfway on the path like Lily excited
the catgirl's curiosity. She couldn't help patting Lily on the
small-but-visible back bumps with a silky feeling hand, and was surprised to
see how quickly the tiny teats reacted to that.
"No, that's kind of you but I'm really tired" Lily said with a smile, knowing
Uni's intentions.
"Oh yes, you're straight, sorry-sorry."
"It's all right. 'Night, kitty!" Lily replied slapping the catgirl's butt
jokingly. A strange reflex caused Uni's tail to wrap around whatever did
that, and this time was no exception; the massive steel walls echoed the
laughters of them both.
"Where's Steven? Still in the lab?"
"Beddy-bed time for him I think, Lil. Oh, before I purrget. Sexxony herself
is coming here tomorrow!"
"The historian?"
"Yes, she wants to hear all about you and your boys and why you
came with us but didn't join-join us!"

As she tiredly walked towards the room she and Steven shared, Lily thought
it was good she thought about that the whole empty night. At least if they
all died or got recruited, someone would have known the whole story.
But would it have mattered, would someone listen?
She let the foam (air and sweat, basically, or at least so she thought) in
her back breasts move to her front ones, then shifted it all to her nipples.
Four pinky-sized pillars stood proudly on an otherwise flat chest, and she
couldn't help running two fingers between each couple before moving on.
Andrej saw her, he was done with the patrol debriefing and was going to
bed himself.
"Hey, devotcha, I'll reconsider recruitment if you go around like that!" the
old-school communist commented as he passed by. She didn't really mind
comrades joking about her condition, and sure some fraternized with the new
allies pretty soon. Perhaps that was another possible outcome they did
not sufficiently consider.... as she was lost in her thoughts, Lily's
nipples collided with her room's door. The fourway wave of cold metal
against warm flesh woke her up enough not to stumble on whatever gizmo
Steve was now working on, and the moan she made enough to wake him up.

That night she was so tired, she went to sleep with Steve still playing
with her seemingly misplaced turrets. She dreamed of him sucking them one
at a time like he was giving head to some guy, but this didn't bother her
at all.. especially since it wasn't so distant from reality.

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If someone has any ideas on how to continue this, just go ahead!  Not much
BE in this story, I apologize, but this was just to show what the scenario
is.

                                                     Conrad Volkov
                                                 mkb@voyager.archi.it