Lunar Terminator Palace, Sunrise
Bed and Danst found themselves in the middle of a large hall that glowed white around them. They maintained their naked embrace, tight and frightened by the shock of travel. Only moments before they were in the Rejection Room of Zebra Ultra in the depth of the argument that Bed provided her own foreplay with the tongues that exuded from her skin upon the onset of arousal and Danst felt left out-as if he continuously missed an evolutionary cue of a transformation of his own. He felt rejected, emasculated, and hurt by Bed's lack of understanding.
Bed's body had taken a firmer, muscled shape by the action of the tongues that ejected when she least expected it and worked hard toward the control of such since it destroyed every jumpsuit Danst had stored for her. Her body had paled considerably from being below the earthen surface for so long and her firm, youthful, large breasts poked hardened nipples into his muscular abdomen as his height towered her. "Where are we, Danny?"
"No clue." He let go of her and looked at the wall of brightness.
He extended his arm to allow his hand to touch it, but a dark, olive feminine hand took his as she stepped into the circle. Her tall figure in thin light blue and yellow silk took his breath away as she rolled her body into his arm of the hand she held. Her scent was soft, yet primal. She looked into his intrigued browns with her seductive red-greens. She whispered into his ear in the sweetest voice and in the oddest language he had ever heard. He felt the magic flow through him like an answer to her linguistic riddle. He felt a power build and the tremors he had fought for so long entered a seizure state.
No panic, no fear. He felt the strongest calm as his body metamorphosed into a much taller and wider being. His skin bubbled into leather and he felt it break out with something sharp. He felt the electric touch of the woman in silk and large vibrant jewels in her pinned up dark hair, perfect earlobes, and around her thin, long neck. She continued to whisper to him in some kind of ancient chant that brought out an urge within to mate. Moans that left him became gurgled growls that turned into a long vibrant roar that frightened him.
Bed, shocked and jealous, broke out with tongues by the whispers, then suddenly jutted with dentate by her envious rage. She tried to speak, but couldn't. The toothed tongues formed an offended stance by the seduction of Bed's mate. The red-green eyes looked at her and sent a victorious laugh into Bed's ear canals, which only made Bed angrier. Danst had become a large bedazzled lizard with an extremely wicked erection. Her tongues wanted to rake his body with lust, finally get the fuck she had sensed had been on its way.
The dark olive woman undressed herself by neon tendrils that appeared out of her skin in graceful movements. The sophistication and flow of the woman's entrancing movements made Bed sick with envy. When the tendrils connected into butterfly wings, Bed tried her hardest to scream, but stood mute and frustrated. A song escaped the woman's lips as the wind by her flutter massaged the lizard's body, twirled like a small tornado around the enormous erection and began a suck that turned into a surprised roar. The song was the most beautifully universal rendering of lust, desire, and satisfaction as her wings controlled the pace of suction on the Lunar Megalania dick that pulsed with build-up. As her song climaxed, so did the cannon that she fluttered away from as it shot a large wave of hot, sticky cum that covered the shaken, enraged, toothy tongued nakedness.
Bed registered the action at the exact moment she found herself still covered in cum on the floor of the Rejection Room in the Antarctic base and she was finally able to let out the banshee wail that cracked the glass and the lenses of the observation cameras. She looked up and saw Danst, catatonic and in a float toward the ceiling like a wayward balloon.
She began to cry as the tongues lost their teeth and began to absorb the load of cum. No matter what happened to her physically, no one liked to be rejected and forgotten.
M. Kay Transmission Tower, Late Morning
"She will be on the next transport out this evening. I've sent all documents to your office. Observe and report until she can determine the full length of compromise." Kay, in a silver suit, stated sternly from his throne in the dark stone room. He looked at the giant face with the painful office background a few feet from him and felt the fatigue of the situation grab him.
Robert McGray, still in the fight for youth, gave a sarcastic smile in his plaid office. "As if she could do anything else. She will have to use her wiles to get him back on track."
Kay fought the urge to roll his eyes at the ignorance of the Mulholland sycophant. He kept his eyes on the augmented plastic being before him on the large view screen. "She is what Mulholland needs to meet this issue."
"Our next update will be on her first Check In. We will give her two standard Earth Days and then she must Check In," McGray instructed, bored with the details. McGray killed the transmission on his end.
Kay exhaled deeply at the black screen. He looked at the Control view that popped up on the screen in front of him. It was Rhonda as Peach, down to the last nuance of poise and the same deadly virtue. She had a dishwater blonde wig on, vintage look with make-up, push-up bra to enhance the C-sized breasts to make them twice their size, and a padded corset to make the hour glass Kay always desired. "Steven will drive you to Spaceport. You have everything and you understand what you will have to do?"
She held excitement in her eyes, but there was an immediate concern on her otherwise blank made-up face. "Yes. What of father?"
Kay sighed as he looked at his niece with exasperation and dread of Roman. "When he returns, I will explain it to him. I will do my best to leave out the part that this is partly a mess you created. Understand-if Sad Sack is truly compromised-nothing you do to bring him back will save him from execution."
Her eyes held fire and her lips strained against a Vaseline smile of teeth made to imitate Peach's. She resembled Peach, but didn't capture the woman's essence like Kay had known so well. "He isn't compromised. He's just lonely up there without guidance."
Kay shook his head in mild frustration at the young woman's emotions. "Romance isn't your duty. Your duty is to find out if he really is in bed with Rojas on the defense contracts, Rego, and the prostitution of Afterburn. He was supposed to spy on Rojas, not deal with him."
Her face became stern with motive as her strict posture remained. "
