Metalax Ch 03 Best Future Ghosts

Chapter 3 - Best Future Ghosts

"What time is it?"

Beth taps the corner of her glasses to bring up the console. "2433."

"We ah...right." Both of them quit their jobs in anticipation of passage to Panorama.

"Beth..."

"I know. Doesn't need to be said. We need to actually sleep."

Jenny sighs deeply, wrinkles her nose, and nods.

Having neglected to look for pyjamas and loungewear, Beth finds herself unsure of what to wear to bed. Good on her offer, Jenny insists she sleeps on the sofa, and Beth agrees. Jenny finds that she has grown too tall and too toned for her old clothes, and despite the sadness that accompanied, decides to put use to Seth's old clothes. In a way, it's comforting.

Beth stands and stares at Seth's sleepwear for an eternity. Heart racing and totally still. The complex torrent of memories and old feelings unleashed by this sight and smell of her old clothes brings tears to the corners of her eyes. Beth shakes herself and chooses a rarely worn robe.

Jenny lays on the sofa, hands crossed under her head. She stares at the aurora, mesmerised in a way she cannot remember ever before. A caravel passes through the dancing lights. She sighs. There is beauty even in an astral purgatory. Then the thought tickles her, that that perception, that fresh optimism, is so insufferably in denial. It sounds privileged, it is so audaciously unrealistic. This could be the end.

This could be the end, Subject.

A moment of a sombre second wonder passes on the sofa before it is interrupted by Beth's return. She's wearing the gift robe that Seth had politely accepted and then never worn. Jenny feels a flutter of confused feelings at the sight. The robe is also a lot less obscuring than their street clothes, and Jenny finds herself honing in on the sight. 'Am I leering?' dances around her peripherals, attaining the forefront when Jenny realises Beth has noticed the attention and blushed.

Beth slowly approaches Jenny, a step at a time drawn to her as though hypnotised. The two women look into each other's eyes for an eternal moment.

Slowly Beth's hand grasps an end of the bow and draws out the belt. The robe slips from her shoulders, revealing a beautiful and erotic body. Her skin, covered in faint tiger stripes. Her nipples standing out proud from her pert breasts. The inward curvature of her waist, then outward curvature of her hips. The supple, round form of her buttocks, and the V form of her lower belly. Her legs are not far enough apart to give a view between, but the intoxicating eminence of her swollen organ enters Jenny's senses like an oxygen infusion. The wetness on her inner thigh is the faintest pink jelly, glittering internally and exuding a sweet yet organic and wickedly erotic scent.

Slowly, Beth sinks onto Jenny's level, perching over her. Both of their breaths bated. Slowly, Beth lowers herself down, tits brushing Jenny's, sweet breath on Jenny's face. Flaring her hips and positioning her crotch over the bulge of Jenny's penis, Beth begins to grind against Jenny. Slowly, deliberately, effortfully. Rubbing her new sex organ against Jenny's new sex organ. She places her lips over Jenny's, playfully at first then quickly becoming forceful. The two lock in a long and passionate kiss and embrace. Their tongues coil around each other and make hopeless, releaseless love like their grinding genitals separated by the fabric of the pyjamas. Just a layer of increasingly saturated cotton. Their breathing intensifies.

Both Jenny and Beth shake themselves from a reverie they don't know the other has shared. Beth stands, wrapped in Seth's old robe, arms crossed over her breasts. Jenny lays back against the sofa, suddenly painfully aware of the constraints of the harness on her. The wetness of her clothes as her penis oozes precum. Badly does Beth want to feel close and connected with Jenny, to feel her within again. To be her lover. And badly does Jenny want to feel close and connected with Beth. To dwell in the new and straining sensation of delving the depths of Beth's body. To be her lover.

"If uh, you need to relieve that...well, you know."

"I am...not sure I do?"

"Sometimes the erection only goes away if you relieve it. Gets uncomfortable."

"Are you offering to blow me?"

"To be honest, no. I've never given a blowjob before. I'm not sure I really am comfortable with it. Not yet. Not even for you. There is a big part of me that badly craves your contact, enough to make me drool." Gesturing around herself, sure enough, Beth shows her shining lips, wet with pink saliva. Her eyes, watering from the corners, trails of glitter down her full cheeks. A scent of moisture is apparent from her lower half, even if the looseness of the robe avoids becoming saturated when Beth remains standing.

"And we barely know each other. Look I know how it is. I have memories of looking in the mirror and seeing that expression. You really want relief and we're here, together. I want it too. I want you. But I don't think...I...well, I need to be Beth for longer than a day before I step into Beth's sex life, too."

"I understand. I...guess I am a woman still. Either way, old Jenny...had a woman's perspective.

I

have a woman's perspective. I have said no, I'm not going to push you and I'm sorry if I seemed to..."

"New Jenny is too insecure. I know. We're good. I was suggesting you go jerk off or something. We can't...can't do it tonight. Soon I think but... not tonight. But I don't want you to feel like you don't have relief. Sucks to get backed up."

"Oh! I uh, I guess I have done that before. It's like a dream... yeah, I guess. This is...hard. It's making me feel crazy."

"I know what you mean. Um...I think we should sleep. You know, on purpose. And then eat something tomorrow. And then we need a plan because-"

"Hey. Don't finish that thought. We'll take it a step at a time."

"I...okay. I...I l-"

"Neither of us can finish that thought either. I know you know. But...I 'l-' too."

"Okay. I. Well, I will be going to be now, I guess."

"Beth! I...this is hard. I..."

"I know. You can have the bed instead if you want."

"No, that's okay. I'm already here."

Jenny and Beth both resist drifting into another passionate fantasy. Beth offers a blanket. It gets cold. Jenny accepts it. Beth slowly and tenderly retires to the bedroom. As though she felt like an intruder someplace private. Jenny remains in the living room, beneath the dancing lights.

Both of them lay awake. Apart, wishing they were together. Staring up at the ceiling and watching the perpetual night sky. The changes to their minds have left their sexual awareness running at peak, a peak higher than ever before, and a drive to ascend higher than ever before.

Jenny's massive penis throbs and strains against the harness. It aches worse and worse. Beth's engorged hole throbs and tingles and burns for stimulation. The slimy, jelly pink fluid exuded by the organ coats her inner thighs and buttocks. They both lay and burn with desire.

Neither checks the time. At some point, Jenny excuses herself to the bathroom, walking stiffly due to the soreness. Around that point, Beth's hands find her way to the belt of the robe.

They each spread their stance and let their hands explore their new bodies.

Jenny watches herself in the mirror as she clumsily and curiously runs a hand up and down the massive shaft. Drooling emission lubricates her handling, slipping skin against skin causing Jenny to shudder. The stimulus causes something to rise in her, something fierce and imposing. A heightened sense of escape. Her raging erection strains and jumps as Jenny's thoughts wander around Beth. How she smells. Her cute and clumsy mannerisms, so familiar of things she loved about Seth...

Course correcting, Jenny returns her fantasy to how it would feel to press the head of the penis against Beth's opening...to delicately and flirtatiously stroke around the ring of her pussy, teasing the sensitive folds and puckers of flesh...to slowly push into her, feeling the ridges and convolutions of Beth's sex organ contract and convulse around her own. Slowly a heat of pleasure builds, creeping down the underside of the cock and into the tip. Sending goosebumps along her balls. Yet it remains distant. After an eternity of increasingly forceful stroking, Jenny gives up. She washes the sticky foam off her hand that congealed as she masturbated, and then resigns to sleeping without the harness.

At the same time, Beth slowly moves her hands up and down her new body. Her tits, firm but supple, nipples engorged and veiny, skin displaying faint, beautiful tiger stripes. Her smooth, toned belly. And then it. The organ. The pussy, part of what made this Beth's body and not Seth's.

Beth's heart flutters, races as her hands move lower. Tentatively venturing forward and then darting back. Feeling the sensitive folds of her new labia, slick with her lubricant. Running a curious finger up and down the petite shaft of her pseudo-clitoris. Feeling the tingle of sensation along the shaft, then the explosion of sensation as her fingertips explore the tip of the clit. Almost too sensitive, it makes her squirm and she quickly withdraws the finger.

One hand remains above, feeling her tits, while the other travels further back. Gently strokes the delicate walls along the sides against her legs. Moves inward and teases around the outline of the supple, winking oval that had been a sphincter. Curiously ventures further inward, touching the jelly soaked inner ring. Her fingers return sodden with a faintly glittering sheen of lubricant. The jelly substance smells of something organic and erotic, much like the memory of pussy from Seth's days with Jenny, but also sweet and fruity like a berry flavoured sex novelty. Wondering if it also tastes like a novelty, Beth brings the substance closer, and allows her tongue to snake out and cautiously indulge. It tastes like mellow strawberry and pussy.

Suddenly very self conscious and even dreadful, Beth closes her robe and rolls over, drifting off into a dismal and fitful sleep. At the same time, Jenny lays back against the sofa, sighing with disappointment, frustration, and regret as she tries not to gravitate back to staring at the straining bulge beneath the blanket.

-

As they fitfully slumber, Jenny and Beth dream of passionate tristes. Some with their current selves. Some their past. Some dreams feature even more strange, sexual and grotesque creatures.

Jenny dreams a point of view of a lanky, fell limbed self with pale, blanched skin and dark, dusky veins. She wanders in darkness on dark-tipped, naked all fours, knowing it is dark but seeing. Her cock perches forward, permitted to lift nearly to her navel by the angle on which she crawls. A steady stream of viscous, opaque slime trails from her distended urethra. A bony, barracuda-like jaw protrudes in her lower vision, teeth extending and retracting and thick, tentacle-like tongue reaching up to lick her eyes. Her long, extradigited fingers probe fleeing crowds of small, weak people, searching for the right smell, the smell that fits...

Beth dreams a point of view of a compound vision like an insect's view or a split screen monitor. A view of Jenny, old Jenny. Tired. Worn down. Vulnerable. Strong. Resilient. Upbeat. Standing before her, wearing the gift robe. Slowly letting it slide down her bare shoulders. Slowly kneeling, bringing her mouth down on it...her penis. Her normal, typical, Seth's penis...

Then the dream shifts, new Jenny is pounding away in a flurry of barely coherent memories from Seth's final moments. Jenny grunts and brays like a beast. Then the dream shifts again. Beth's voice is no longer feminine, but a bestial squeal. Jenny looks like a monstrous stallion in every sense, but Beth's own body has changed. A tight ring and membrane stretches from her cloaca to the massive base of Jenny's aberrant organ, clinging to it wetly with every thrust. The cloaca has become a series of jiggling, plump and pulsating concentric rings, bunching up and stretching out as they cling to the cock, steady stream of jelly like lubricant pouring out over both of them.

Her rows of nipples have elongated and begun to leak the same slick, glittering pink substance as her saliva. As she dreams, they both reach a massive climax and Beth watches as the monstrous member explodes in her belly. She rapidly swells, her stripes distending as her belly is filled with her beastly lover's exotic monster cum.

Both Beth and Jenny feel a sense of profound loneliness as they awaken. Same dark, starry night sky, ships overhead. Same chill in the air. Same traffic sounds and booms and chatter of distant battles and unrest. Not a world to not be together in. That thought sticks in each of their minds. Not a world to not be together in.

Quickly self conscious of her towering erection, Jenny throws the blanket off her and jumps up. A puddle of fluid runs down the dry lower half of her otherwise soaked leg. Jenny dashes to the bathroom and stands, looking at herself in the mirror. 'I'm not a monster.' It is a simple statement, but as Jenny looks in the mirror, it reassures her. The face is a little changed. The features a little sharper, a little more dynamic. The body is a little changed, the limbs longer and more toned, the posture stronger, the skin more clear and even a little translucent except for the dark veins.

Slowly, Jenny slides the lounge pants off of her lower half, watching in morbid fixation as the enormous penis springs free of them. It stands out on alert like a weapon protruding from her. As hefty and destructive as one. A string of fluid connects the fabric to the drooling head of the cock, rocking and stretching perilously before snapping and hanging pendulously. Seeing it this morning(?) with fresh eyes is like seeing a new organ. It stands out proudly at its eleven inch length, far too large for an average partner. Jenny winces, looking at it and once more imagining taking a cock like this.

The tip of the cock is dusky and swarthy, significantly darker from the pallid skin around it. The darkness spreads down the shaft in an ombre, making an inhuman but very attractive appearance. As she runs her hands over it, Jenny realises that her fingertips have acquired a similar dusky ombre, with the very tips nearly black and the fingers fading into pallor further down.

She strokes her penis slowly and cautiously at first, but quickly getting caught up in a heat of pleasure, Jenny begins to stroke heavily and quickly. Her breath is shallow and rapid. As she sees herself in the mirror, face flushed and pale lips puckered, Jenny indulges her imagination of a greyish, mousy brown head tilted upward toward the tip, its owner kneeling expectantly before her. The toned, shapely back. The curve of the round, full buttocks. A hint of the view of a swollen and wickedly sexual orifice like and unlike a pussy. In front view, Jenny imagines Beth kneeling before her, hands feeling up and holding, offering up her tits, mouth opening and tongue lolling out in an act of invitation of erotic submission. A look that says "give it to me." Jenny feels her orgasm build as she continues to furiously stroke the massive organ.

But it's not enough. The unfamiliarity of the sensation. The guilt and grief for Seth. Misgivings about her fantasy...Jenny hesitates, and then stops, taking her hands off her throbbing cock. It twitches with each heartbeat, dark cock head shining with engorgement, underside completely sodden. Veins like cables and a seam thick as a finger texture the straining penis. Looking at it in frustrated fascination, Jenny's imagination returns to how frightful it would be to have this monster try to stretch and enter her...how the ridges and contours would pleasure her own ridges and contours inside...how hot the constant lubrication is, and how much it would help with penetration... the size and heft of the balls, and how sexy it would feel to have them slapping her pussy while Seth takes her from behind...the subtle downward curvature would make the perfect angle to lean downward and stimulate the posterior fornix...the way the flared head would feel against her rectal valves and junction...

Stirring from the daydream, Jenny realises she is crying. Not just the dribbling line of fluid from her rigid cock, but real tears from her eyes. Tears of loss. Tears of grief, of change.

'My vagina...am I still...?'

And as she allows the tears to come, Jenny's emotions return to guilt about how her fantasies objectified Beth. How the desire to penetrate, to fill, and then to

fill

had gotten in the way of empathy. Seth was a heterosexual top until yesterday. When...

when he died

. Jenny realises, neither she nor likely even Beth knows anything about Beth's sexuality.

'What if she doesn't like me? What if she doesn't like dick? What if she likes the opposite of me? Or whatever...' Jenny's thoughts race as she stares at her crying reflection. Mourning the past. Mourning the present. Mourning the future. What had they become? And for what?

Knock knock knock. The sound jars Jenny from her cycle of daydreaming. "You okay in there ba- ah, Jen?"

"Yeah." Jenny doesn't convince either of them with her reply, but Beth's quiet footsteps retreat anyway. Looking in the mirror, Jenny rubs her eyes and dries them a last time. Thinking twice, she also goes up on tip toes and rinses the head of her penis. She had never put much thought to what goes into masculine hygiene but finding herself with new hardware has her suddenly self conscious of the congealing lather from last night's disappointing masturbation session.

A minute later, Jenny returns from the bathroom to find Beth at work in the kitchen. She has cracked open one of their sealed crates of leftover food, destined to be distributed when the landlord comes to close on their defaulted lease. They had planned to escape the Desmoterion, to no longer need this flat, to need a home. They were going to live in silver and golden forests, walking barefoot over soft leaves, the otherworldly chorus of the trees serenading them beneath a vivid blue sky. They were going to eat handfuls of berries and sweets by the bowl, day after day as they basked in beautiful, yellow sunlight. Fascinating creatures, long extinct everywhere else, would have sailed picturesquely overhead. Flowers, real flowers were going to greet them in the mornings, and real fireflies bid them goodnight in the evenings. They were going to live in a beautiful and prosperous valley surrounded by a stark halo of snowy mountain faces. It would have been paradise...

Beth is making breakfast. Jenny knows it's nothing special, but because it is the first breakfast Beth has ever cooked for her, Jenny smells it as the most savoury and appealing thing she could eat. Well, maybe the second, Jenny thinks as she notices the wet spot in the seat of Beth's robe. She has no time for mirth as the visual reminder of Beth's arousal is a stimulus for Jenny, and her cock surges and strains against the fabric of her lounge pants.

Beth strikes a halfhearted pose as she notices Jenny has exited the bathroom. Both of them stifle grimaces at it, reminded that Seth would have struck the very same pose. Both of them indulge a sudden bashful relinquishment, and then they indulge a question growing in both of their minds. 'Are we really different people like we were told?'

"Ah, hey. I l- um. Hope you

slept

well."

Beth's eyes twinkle but she otherwise makes no emotion other than to turn back to continue frying eggs.

"Not really."

...

"I'm sorry ba-eth. Beth. Do you uh, wanna talk about it?"

"No. If we're new people, and I think we are, then what we prepared for is to detach. To know each other, but compartmentalise our feelings in order to survive. And that means that I think...no, I know I can't just step right back into being together like nothing happened. I don't know who I freaking am, do you have any idea what that feels like? Who I used to be, he's still here, dying! It's like

I'm

dying! And there's this part of me I can't kill, who just wants to be dead. Who just wishes that it would all end and that he wouldn't feel anything anymore for mutual benefit. And there's a part of me that hates me, and hates you, and hates everyone because she exists, and because she didn't ask for any of this, and she isn't equipped to handle it because no one is or should be. Do you know what that's like?"