The alien woman opposite him poked at the delicacy with the fork, which she held like a dagger. She suddenly turned her gaze up to Isaac, a questioning look on her face. "So this is... pie?"
"You did ask me what it was, back on the ship. I figured it was better to just show you."
Isaac Butler and Ävhip-ñall Solclaá -- whom he simply called Nall -- were sitting in a corner booth at a coffee shop downtown. After waking up in the morning, feeling refreshed, Isaac had once again taken in the sight of Nall's transformed body -- while she'd been externally shaped almost exactly like a normal (though very good-looking) human female, the differences between humans and Nall's progenitor race -- the imnir -- focused mostly on the internal organs and neural structure, plus the imnir's skin ran a variety of shades of red through yellow, with spots of yellow, orange, and some teal.
After using her experimental quarkware abilities on his dick the previous evening, Nall had made him come inside her, and his semen transformed her to look indistinguishable from any other human in the world. She was still quite striking to see, but nobody would be carting her off to the dermatologist when she appeared in public. After seeing he was awake, Nall had made him come in her mouth again (it being "necessary for the process", as she often cryptically stated) then sprung out of bed, asking him to take her on a guided tour of the city.
"You'll need clothes." He had given her perpetually nude body a once-over, the rich sun-brown skin and flowing black hair pleasing to his basic male brain, but he'd known her imnir-derived nudist lifestyle wouldn't fly in downtown Raleigh. Nall had shrugged and poked her head into his closet, fingering through his clothes, eventually picking a pair of khaki shorts and a black undershirt. He had nothing for her feet that was even close to her size, so they settled on his running shoes, which laced up tightly. "That'll do for now, we can shop a bit while we're out." Isaac tightened the belt on the shorts, and let the shirt fall back down to cover it. The outfit was baggy and not particularly sexy, and made her look like a gawky high school girl that wanted to be cute but with no real clue how to do it.
She admired herself in the mirror. "Is this standard female clothing for your strata?"
"I don't even know what that means. Yes. I think. Let's go."
Nall ambled on with him, looking curiously in all directions as the two walked together down the hallway and reached the elevator. Riding it down, they'd exited the building into the parking garage, Nall stopping to look around again until Isaac pulled her along with him until they reached his green Sonata. They'd driven around for a while, giving her the drive-by tour first; she mostly just watched, occasionally asking him things -- some utterly mundane, some incomprehensible. After two hours of leisurely driving around, she informed him that she was hungry, and made it clear she expected him to resolve the issue.
He'd picked out the small coffee shop since it was close -- ironically, one of his favorite second-date spots -- and had been reminded of the odd moment they'd shared on her spacecraft, after she'd laid eggs for him, when she'd suddenly used the expression 'pie-in-the-sky' without actually knowing what it meant. She'd learned English forcibly, by copying his brain's entire language center and overwriting her own with it, but the meanings, cultural ideas, and values behind the words in English and those in her native Sõrlacc often didn't match up. It led to his dimly remembered promise to show Nall what pie was.
"It's food, right?"
"Just eat it." She peered at him, searching his face -- and probably his thoughts -- for any hint of ill intent. "Goddamn it, Nall. Stop looking into my head." Isaac grabbed the fork out of her hand and stabbed the slice of pecan pie, taking a bite and handing the fork back. "Satisfied it's not poisonous?"
Nall took a small bite herself, but didn't seem to have any taste for it. She pushed it away, and took a long drink from the coffee he'd bought for her. At least we can agree coffee is good stuff... Looking around the shop, from the corner booth they were in he could see the place had a sizable weekday lunch-time crowd. Leaning one arm over the seat cap, his eyes slid over the many women in the room, with a new appreciation for their beauty. His recently sex-laden life had somehow made him feel even more libidinous, when in the past he'd always been a one-woman man. He attributed the change to Nall's attempts to modify his thoughts into something more agreeable to her mission, though he was beginning to question whether or not she was actually any good with the mind-control powers he knew her experimental quarkware abilities gave her.
"See any you like?" Nall's voice drew him back to the woman he was sitting with. She'd noticed his drifting eyes, and had known exactly what he was thinking. His new, expanded cock that she had granted him was a hungry beast, only ever sated for a couple hours at a time.
"Do I get a choice?" Isaac rolled his eyes while burying his nose in his cup, taking a sip of his own sugar-saturated coffee.
"Maybe." She looked around too. "I'm not actually that picky. I figure if you're on board with the choice of female, you'll just come that much harder, and more eggs for me."
Isaac gave her a glare. He'd never liked the casual way she talked about his forced role in her mission. The way she said 'female' bothered him too; it was like she didn't see herself as being the same as any other woman present, as if the other girls -- each talking, laughing, working, reading, or whatever else occupied their lives for the moment -- were just targets or tools to her.
*Actually, I'm sure she thinks she's different.* He recalled the events of the previous day afterward, and the tenderness and affection she'd shown for Jessica when the two had made love, and later while Jessica had laid a large number of eggs for them. Late at night, she'd helped him put Jessica's clothes back on and he had used the younger girl's keys to quietly place her back in her own condo, where she would wake up a couple hours later -- the events having been carefully painted over in her mind by Nall. Even as he walked out, he'd caught a glimpse of a long face on Nall, like she'd miss Jessica. *She might think she's different, but I think maybe she doesn't want to be as crazy about her mission as she believes she needs to be.*
He finished the coffee, and crushed the insulated paper cup in his hand. It barely satisfied his frustration over his own conflicted feelings. On the one hand, he believed that on a basic level, Nall had no right to do what she was doing. On the other hand, even if he didn't like that she did it, he understood her reasons, and he couldn't pretend that it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever experienced. Even the distant glimmer of the thought of making one of the varyingly good-looking women present fill up with imnir eggs sent a wave through his cock, and it responded with a slight rise of its own. He could feel its length down the inside of his upper thigh, stretching the fabric of his underwear. If he let his mind dwell on the subject, it would turn into a raging hard-on, and even the loose shorts he'd chosen might not be able to hide his mammoth dick at full erection.
