[Full Title: Becoming A Sissy Bitch For A Four Armed Futa Alien]
[Features: Alien, feminization, futa, blowjob, handjob, volunteer mind alteration, crossdressing, femboy, gentle femdom, and anal]
The universe is a vast place. Most people haven't really traveled it. Me? I work as a privateer. Word use has changed quite a bit from what it used to mean. Personally, I'd prefer 'temporary colonizer' but I don't make the words. I show up to a new world, help start the farms, make sure the wildlife isn't gonna murder the first people going to settle down, make sure the aren't going to murder each other, and work as a general handyman before I'm given leave. Which is a fancy way of saying they dump me in the nearest Star city or space station or anywhere else that is specifically where I just spent months of my life setting up. Me a bunch of others. It's profitable work and you get to see all sorts of new places and new species but it can leave you in a lurch.
Currently, I found myself whittling away the 'detox' time (damn unions) on "Simulacrum 8". Don't ask me why they named a whole Star City like that. Makes no sense to me either. Could have at least made the eight, well, eight instead of the number. Just seems unprofessional for a place where millions live but I guess that's how things just go in the galaxy sometimes. Good people though, exotic. Farther out than I ever really go. More than a few species of aliens I've never even heard of before. Dangerous thing, that. Lack of knowledge can be a killer but I'll probably be fine. Privateers don't exactly do light work after all. I could probably take most of them in a fight. Still, no need to start trouble if trouble doesn't want to start with me.
I went to a nice little dive bar called "The Scope Goat!". Don't understand the name but whatever. It was a nice place I had found. Not too many people but not so lacking it was dead. Not a place for the more criminal types either. Not that that's an issue but sometimes a man just wants a gin and tonic or a beer without worrying he'll have to be shanking someone or choking someone out before the end of the night. I walked through the doors and nearly stopped dead.
That's when I saw her.
A Krystállina.
It wasn't a race I knew a about, only some rumors. But those rumors said a lot. Before any of that though, just looking at her? Well, she was impressive. God damn.
She was tall as hell, light purple, with four arms, only four fingers on each but that didn't seem like any hindrance. And when I say light purple, I mean it. Her skin, her hair, her eyes, her nails, all a light purple, just with slightly different tones to them. She had horns that seemed pale blue or maybe a steel-like color? Long and curving only near the top, outwards. And what she was wearing was... revealing to say the least. It was hard to describe but it was a fancy, almost religious seeming garb, of white and gold. It showed her legs, her arms, and her breasts without being too indecent. The only reason her legs were covered at all though was because she was wearing thigh highs that went, well, to just the thighs. As if any higher would have been an insult. And damn, the breasts. God, they were huge. Solid C's or D's but the height was messing with my measurement.
All of that, and her pure athletic physique, was impressive. But the rumors I had heard were what had made me stop dead.
See, Krystállina? They only mate with their own race, I think? But what they can do is take another race and change em. Makes them really submissive, turning them into kind of 'drones' or something. That kinda mental change ain't common, even among all the different species. At least not like that. I can't even imagine it. Willingly letting yourself just completely, change like that? Becoming totally submissive, willing to do what another person says and tells ya to do? What on earth would that be like?
My mind conjured up some examples, trying to connect the idea to something. To working under someone or even certain toxic relationships I had had but, none of those were where I to be doing any of that. That internal change, I just couldn't imagine it. I don't think I could even submissive if I tried. I had always been a bit of a, bullhead. Hot-headed, domineering, an asshole, these were words others had called me before. That last one plenty of times. So maybe the fascination of being my opposite was what drew me in, maybe it was how damn hot she was, but I knew I had to talk to her. I approached her, deciding to go in cocky. If ya gotta make an entrance, it might as well be one worth talking about.
"Hey beautiful, couldn't help but noticed you'd stolen my heart from across the bar. Pretty impressive."
She looked at me and seemed to smirk at that. She let out a little laugh even.
"And who might you be, the one without a heart?"
"You can call me Jaxter. Jax for short."
"And I am Kione. Tell me, Jax for short, what has attracted you to me on this fine night?"
"You mean besides your good looks? Well, I won't lie, I've heard a few rumors about your race."
That seemed to cause her light and playful mood to change. I couldn't exactly tell the look on what her face meant though.
"Oh?"
"Something about how you make people submissive? Turn them into drones or something?"
Her face seemed to lighten and she smiled.
"And were you interested in becoming submissive Jax? I have to say, it is odd to get those sort of requests."
"What? Oh, no. Sorry honey but that ain't me. I'm not the submissive type. But it's pretty fascinating still. You can really do that? Turn someone totally submissive like that?"
She laughed.
"The process is a bit more involved than that, but yes. It is an innate racial ability all Krystállina possess. I would forewarn however, before any nasty rumors spread, that it only works on the totally willing. We are a hierarchical race, not a slaver race."
I felt a shudder pass through me. No wonder she had mixed feelings earlier when I said I heard rumors. Must be pretty nasty if all you heard was that a race had the powers of mind control. No one would forget the Vixen any time soon, after all.
"Yeah, no, I get that. Still pretty cool, even if I don't want to lose my mind any time soon."
"Oh but it's merely a shifting of perspective. I can say with confidence none of the drones I have met have been unhappy with part of their existence. Life still abounds and displeasure's still come and go, but overall, a drone has a much easier time of being happy my dear Jax."
"Ha! Well maybe, but still, I can't say it's for me. And besides, I'm much more interested in what else you can do. Those hands certainly seem, versatile."
She smiled and we flirted and drank the night away. It wasn't a surprise for either of us when she offered to have us go back to her place. Though it did sting my pride a little but my place was, ah, well I needed to do some cleaning. Still, as I walked back to Kione's apartment with her, I couldn't help but find myself smiling, or maybe it was a smirk. Just thinking about what that body could do, woo. And she was so damn tall. I didn't think of myself as short but I may have to rethink that for tonight at least.
When we finally got in, I saw that whatever Kione did, it certainly made more money than I did. It was an apartment only in name. It was not a small space and looking around, I saw she had a few interests. There was the latest VR headset, as well as more old-fashioned consoles. I even saw a copy of Final Fantasy LXIX. The fact that she had the physical copy itself was telling. There was also some anime-related stuff like posters or items. No android helper but wasn't surprised. Those were on space stations.
But there was more than that. Hanging in her living room was an honest to god Sword. It looked like a rapier. It looked ornamental but I was starting to get the feeling that what looked ornamental with the Krystállina was
It had the same light purple tone as Kione's hair, but only about halfway before it went to a more normal steel coloring. There was a gold inlay all throughout in two lines before meeting near the tip, forming what looked like an outline of a sword with a sword. There was a symbol diamond in the middle and the hilt was so fancy it almost hurt to look at. Black, gold, purple, complex lines. It wasn't a mess but it was certainly fancy to a T.
"What's that?"
I couldn't help but ask about it.
"Ah. Well, let's just say that many species know war and leave it at that."
Yeah. Definitely ornamental. A sword might seem a silly weapon in the current era but I'd seen them work where bullets failed. So try not to piss off the potential warrior lady or get stabbed. Got it.
It wasn't long before we made it to her bedroom and honestly, besides noting that the bed was, I was far too excited to really worry about the rest of the room.
I looked over at Kione and her smile was very Oh, yeah. I'd never tried lifting a woman taller than me before but I damn well was going to try tonight.
I needed no instruction, this wasn't my first rodeo after all. The second I saw that look I had begun removing my clothes and Kione just watched. I winked at her while she enjoyed the show.
By the time I was done, Kione was just beginning to remove her thigh highs. I had a certain worry that removing the thing she was wearing would be difficult but honestly, with how little it was, I doubted it.
"Get on the bed, Jax."
Was a bit mixed on that. I definitely didn't want to be the bottom but the night was just beginning. No need to be a wet blanket.
I laid down and damn, the full glory of Kione was before me. She was tall but now she felt like a giant. She was standing there, looking down on me, when she snapped a few things on her clothes I couldn't see and-
"What the fuck is that?!"
Kione blinked but I was having of that! Kione was ripped, her breasts were huge, her thighs could've crushed my head, she looked beautiful.... Except for the massive erect cock she had! What on earth?! Had she been a guy this whole time?!
Kione was looking more than a little confused before she blinked and smiled.
"You didn't know? That's usually the first thing others hear about my species."
"Hear what?!"
"All Krystállina are hermaphrodites. We're a hermaphroditic race, crystalline, with the power to make the willing into submissive drones. These are what I assumed you meant when you said you heard the rumours about me. It seems I was mistaken though."
Jesus Christ, of them have a dick? I feel like an asshole and an idiot. Kione must've thought I was gay this whole time!
"Yeah, sorry about, about this. Gods. I had no idea you had a-"
Kione had reached out with one hand was rubbing my leg, while another was reaching for my cock.
"I-I'm not gay."
"Hmm and you can remain not gay. But surely you wouldn't say no to a little fun?"
Kione grabbed my dick and I suddenly felt, very not in control.
"Just lay there and relax. Let me take care of you."
One of her hands was stroking my dick, while another had moved towards fondling my balls. The other two grabbed my legs and pulled me closer. I was now,, uncomfortably close to her dick. But, a, a handjob was fine right?
