Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale

"Ronald," Betty said, addressing the pleasure slave directly, "Please cleanse yourself and then perform your other duties. Ali will send for you when she requires your services once more."

"As you wish, Mistress," Ronald said, getting off the bed and quickly leaving the room.

"Come, Ali, let's get you cleaned up. We have a lot to do today. You need to get ready to go home, and there's much you must learn before that time."

"OK," Ali said, mock pouting as she got up off the bed, "lead me to the shower."

CHAPTER TWO

Betty took Ali by the hand and led her across the room, where a blank wall suddenly opened before them revealing a short hallway with an opening on the right.

"Here's what you would call the bathroom, although no one on this ship ever actually 'bathes.'" Betty said.

"Never bathe? How do you get clean?" Ali asked?

"Let me show you."

Betty slid a panel aside to reveal what first appeared to be a booth -- like a telephone booth back on earth -- with something like a saddle in the center of it.

"Water is a precious commodity on a space ship, Ali, and we don't use it for cleaning our bodies. Here, straddle the seat and sit down," Betty said. She helped Ali into position.

"What's this for?" Ali asked?

"Look at the panel on the wall in front of you," Betty said.

"OK, what am I looking for?"

"When I close this panel, press the green button right there," Betty said, pointing to a glowing green disc embedded in the panel. "When it changes color to red, you're clean. It uses a form of harmless radiation to remove dirt, harmful bacteria, dead skin cells, and leaves you fresh and clean with just a hint of lemon scent. Oh, and it cleans you inside and out down below, so don't be surprised if you feel something happening there." Betty added as she closed the panel, cutting off Ali's surprised exclamation.

Inside the cleansing booth, Ali pressed the green disc and immediately felt a sensation like a billion tiny bugs crawling all over her skin. Her scalp tingled as her hair was cleansed. Even her mouth was refreshed. Then, she squealed in surprise as she felt a pair of probes enter her pussy and asshole. She felt a warmth in her lower openings that lasted just a moment before the probes withdrew. Seconds later, the disc in front of her turned red and the panel next to her slid open.

"There, Ali, all clean. How was it?"

"Well," Ali said as Betty helped her dismount from the seat and step out into the outer room, "that was a weird experience, but I suppose I'll get used to it."

"By the time you get home, you'll want us to install one of these in your new apartment, but, we don't dare -- this is technology that Earth isn't ready for yet."

"OK, I'm all clean inside and out. What's next?"

"Let's talk about it over breakfast, which we'll go eat right after you get dressed."

Ali found a one piece jump suit just like the one Betty was wearing, and slipped into it. Then, she followed her guide back through the ship to the galley, where they enjoyed a late breakfast and some talk.

"So, Ali, I gather that last night with Ronald was good for you?" Betty asked.

"Incredible. I can't even begin to describe it."

"Ronald is very talented. How was it to experience sex as a woman for the first time?"

"Oh. My. God. The pleasure was so intense I thought I'd lose my mind."

"Good. Well, there's more in store for you in that department, and I'm going to teach you more about your new self today that will help you take your enjoyment to an even higher level."

"I'm not sure I can stand to go any higher," Ali laughed.

"Oh, you will, Ali," Betty said, patting Ali's hand. "You will."

"C'mon. Let's go to my room and we'll start your lessons for today."

Again, Betty led Ali down the long corridors of the ship -- without a guide, Ali would have been lost in moments. Betty knew exactly where she was going, however, and in moments, they were in her cabin, which looked like Ali's except it was somewhat larger and decorated differently. It had furniture like a living room, and an alcove off to one side that held a large bed. The salient feature of the room, however, was the mirrors. They were everywhere. All of the walls were mirrors as was the ceiling.

"Holy shit." Ali said as they walked in.

"I've set up the room this way just for us today. I normally don't have mirrored walls and ceilings. This room can be reconfigured anyway that I want at any time," Betty said. "Today, I wanted you to be able to really see yourself from all angles."

"Well, you've succeeded," Ali laughed.

Betty unzipped her jump suit and stepped out of it. Ali followed her lead and did the same. The two naked hermaphrodites stood facing each other in the middle of the room.

"Do you remember what I showed you yesterday when I changed from the female to the male form?"

"Boy howdy! I could never forget that," Ali said, some of the previous day's awe still in her voice. "You said we'd have to wait a couple of days before I could try it."

"Yes, I did. But, I've spoken with our scientists, who have been monitoring your body functions continuously since the surgery, and they feel that you have made sufficient progress to start exploring your new self in greater detail."

"Cool! How do we start?"

"It won't be easy at first, so you'll need to be patient with yourself. All polymorphs go through this about the time that they mature sexually. We're born without a dominant gender, but with two sets of equipment. As we grow, one side begins to dominate a bit, and that is the form we most often take. When we mature, however, at about age 13, our bodies develop the ability to change form at will, just like I showed you yesterday."

"Wow, talk about your rite of passage," Ali murmured.

"Yes, that first change is a major turning point in the life of the polymorph. But, before we work on that, I want to show you some things about your female form that will be useful to you, and to us. Look at my breasts. Watch," Betty said.

Betty's look of concentration returned. Ali did as she had been asked and stared at Betty's breasts. The nipples turned a deep red, stiffened, and then a drop of fluid appeared at the tip of each one. Betty's hands came up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them. This caused the drop of fluid to become a stream that trickled down Betty's tits and dripped onto the floor.

"Is that milk?"

"Yes," Betty replied. We feed the slaves this special fluid as a reward for good service. They crave it almost like a drug. Would you like a taste?"

"Sure," Ali said.

"Go ahead then, and suck on one of my nipples," Betty said, holding her left breast up toward Ali's mouth. Ali bent down and captured the stiff red nipple with her lips and began to suck -- like trying to get a thick milk shake through a straw. Her mouth was soon flooded with a sweet, delicious, flavored liquid, warm and sensual. She reached out with her hands and began to milk the tit in earnest, greedily gulping Betty's produce like a starving infant.

"That's enough," Betty laughed, pulling her nipple from Ali's mouth. "What you've consumed would be an entire feast for Ronald and his kind. You can produce this fluid, or milk as you call it. Just focus your thoughts on your breasts and visualize the liquid flowing from them. Close your eyes if you think that will help you concentrate."

"OK, I'll try," Ali said, closing her eyes. She did as she had been instructed and focused her mind on her breasts, visualizing the flow that she had seen coming from Betty, and recalling the delicious warmth and flavor she had experienced. She moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed them, feeling that this was somehow necessary. And, as she concentrated, she felt something warm and pleasurable well up from her belly and flow into her breasts. Moments later, she felt the wetness as fluid began to drip from her own stiff, red, nipples.

"You did it!" Betty exclaimed. "That was marvelous. Here, let me take a taste." Betty leaned in and captured one of Ali's nipples with her own mouth, sucking the flow from Ali's mammary glands. As she felt Betty's lips on her nipple, Ali felt a shock that went straight through her belly and lodged in her genitals. Betty's sucking was giving pleasure of a type that Ali had never experienced before, and she began to moan. She put her hands on the back of Betty's head and pulled Betty's face into her bosom, seeking to deepen the contact.

Betty released the nipple from her lips, however, and stepped back, straightening up, and licking a stray drop of precious fluid from her upper lip. "You enjoyed that, I take it," she added dryly.

"That was amazing! And you say you feed your slaves with this fluid?"

"Yes, as a reward for good service."

"I wish I had known this yesterday, or last night, rather. I'd have given Ronald a whole boob full of fluid for his performance," Ali laughed.

"That would have been an overdose," Betty said, somewhat seriously. "Slaves can only have a few ounces of this precious fluid at a time. They know this and their discipline has always held on this score. They crave it, yet they do not take too much at once. It would be unhealthy for us and them if they indulged too freely."

"I'll keep it in mind. But, I'm still dripping -- how do I shut off this faucet?"

"Just focus your mind again, and tell your glands to stop secreting the fluid."

Ali did that and, to her delight, it worked.

"Ali, that was remarkable. Most polys take some time to master what you have learned in just minutes. Let's practice turning the flow on and off a few times just to make sure you've got it."

Half an hour later, Ali had mastered being able to turn off her milk glands, as she thought of them, and turn them on again at will, for which she received much warm praise, and many hugs and kisses from her teacher.

"All right. Let's try something more advanced," Betty said. "As you know, polymorphs can assume either male or female form at will. This requires a good deal of mental discipline and visualization -- something that our race is trained in from infancy. You haven't had the benefit of our civilization, but you are a quick study, and have tremendous mental reserves, which is one of the reasons you were chosen as a test subject. So, I think we can risk it. Close your eyes, and begin to imagine yourself as a man. Not the man you were, but as a powerful, masculine, testosterone driven being with a big cock and a full pair of balls, even though they're inside your belly instead of hanging between your legs. Just focus on that image and we'll see what happens."

Ali had closed her eyes as Betty was talking and she began to channel her mind in a different direction. She discovered that she had mental abilities unknown to the old Al Fresco. Setting these thoughts aside for later consideration, she began to focus on maleness. She recalled the smell of locker rooms, of manly sweat, and heat. She thought of having a 9 inch dick, and she felt her skin begin to tingle. A rush of feeling started at the soles of her feet, and swept up her legs, into her belly, torso, neck, face, and even her scalp. She heard Betty gasp, and opened her, or rather his, eyes.

Mirrors all over the room revealed a man where once there had been a woman. He was powerfully built, still 5-10, but well muscled with a large cock hanging flaccid between his legs. His chiseled features were still those of Al Fresco, and Ali, but they were unmistakably the features of a man, and a powerful one at that.

"Al," Betty said in an awestruck voice, "that was amazing."

"Why," said Al, taking pleasure in his deep, manly voice.

"By all rights you should not have been able to do that on the first try. Our scientists are probably going ape in the lab right now," Betty added, chuckling. "Well, in for a penny in for a pound as you Earthers say. How about having sex as a man?"

"I'd be a fool not to," Al said, smiling, his cock already starting to twitch.

Betty once more wall and pressed a panel (how she could tell the difference between the mirrored panels was beyond Al's knowledge), and then spoke a few words. Moments later the door whooshed open and in walked a lovely female slave dressed in a short one piece shift. She walked into the room and without even being told, knelt at Al's feet and kissed them. She repeated this gesture of respect at Betty's feet as well.

"Al, this is Mindy, in your language. She is another of the same race as Ronald, and will be yours to use, as Ronald is, during your time with us. She is trained in all of the ways of giving pleasure to a polymorph and can teach you some things about your new self that will come in handy later on."

"Mindy, are you clear in your instructions?"

"Yes Mistress," Mindy murmured. "To hear is to obey."

Betty kissed Mindy on the forehead. "Please lead Al back to his quarters and stay with him until you are either given permission to leave or until it is time for you to perform your other duties."

"Yes, Mistress. Come, sir, and follow me." Mindy held out her hand to Al, who took it in what he suddenly realized was a much larger hand than he had owned as the old Al Fresco. He smiled at Betty, as he left, and heard her parting words "have fun," just as the door hissed shut behind him.

CHAPTER 3

Al, as we'll call him for the remainder of this scene, strode down the corridor with Mindy, and as he did so, he took an inventory of his feelings. Al Fresco had never really felt like a man before. In his sad and lonely existence up to the point where he'd been whisked away by the Polymorphs, his manhood had been abhorrent to him -- a sham, a cheat -- and it had always felt wrong. Now, however, it felt absolutely right. He felt the weight and size of his new "equipment" between his legs, and he found himself closely regarding the shapely ass of his new companion, wondering what it was going to feel like to sheath himself in her various openings.

He laughed. Mindy gave him a questioning glance, wondering if something was wrong.

"Is there something amiss, Master?"

"No, Mindy, everything is all right. Perfectly all right."

Al/Ali realized that for once in his life, he was comfortable in his own skin and the issue of his gender was no longer relevant. He was looking forward to exploring what this new life had for him, and wondering what it would be like when he returned to earth.

Mindy stopped in front of a door, which Al realized was the entry to his rooms. He spoke the word that Betty had given him and the door hissed open. Lights came on as they entered. But, as if sensing Al's mood, the lights were low and sensual. Mindy walked to the center of the room and turned to face him.

"I am dedicated to your pleasure, Sir," she said. "You are new to this body form and I have been chosen to teach you how to enjoy it to the maximum extent."

"Thank you, Mindy," Al said. He stepped to where the pleasure slave stood and, taking the hem of her shift in his hands, he pulled it up and off, tossing it aside, leaving her naked. The first thing he noticed was that her nipples were already stiff and swollen. Then, he noticed that other than the hair on her head, Mindy had no noticeable body hair. Her mons pubis was as bare as a newborn, and there was no sign of any hair residue under her arms or on her legs. Mindy was clearly a sexual being, and the signs of her arousal were obvious to even the most casual observer. Her inner labia were obviously swollen and protruding from between the outer lips of her juicy cunt. The swelling was greatest right at the apex of her slit, where it was topped with a prominent clitoris. She was the very embodiment of sexuality. The servants of the Polymorphs were always ready for sex -- it was part of their genetic makeup to be perpetually horny. (Remember, a guy is writing this story, in case you forgot.)

"Let the lesson begin," Al said, softly, taking Mindy into his arms and kissing her. Mindy's arms went around him and her strong fingers massaged their way up and down his back while the kiss deepened and became more and more passionate. Al felt his cock come to full hardness, and Mindy felt it too, as it pressed between them and pushed into the soft flesh of her belly.

The kiss broke.

"Sir, this one wishes to give pleasure with her mouth," Mindy said. Not waiting for his response, she went to her knees in front of Al and clasped his massive erection in both hands, guiding its glistening tip to her mouth and beginning to lick it like an ice cream cone. When the entire head and upper shaft of Al's cock was covered in her saliva, Mindy engulfed it in her mouth and kept right on going, not stopping until her lips and nose were pressed into Al's pubic hair. The servants of the Polymorphs were physiologically equipped for sucking cock. They had adapted the ability to absorb oxygen out of the air without breathing. Therefore, Mindy was able to keep her head pressed against Al's belly, using her throat muscles to massage and stimulate his cock in a continuous manner. As if her oral ministrations were not enough, she did one more thing that really sent Al into outer space: She worked a finger into his pussy slit and began finger fucking him. Al's hips jerked as this new sensation hit him, and one small part of his brain (which, admittedly, was not getting a lot of blood at the moment) began to really, for the first time, process what it meant to be a true hermaphrodite. Mindy's fingers were like magic inside his vagina, adding to the pleasure that he was getting already and pushing him over the edge.

Al had never had a blow job in his life. Ever. Nor would he ever have been able to have one like this anywhere on earth. In some ways, this was more intensely pleasurable than his sex as Ali -- Al's was focused on his cock, his pussy, and the sensations being caused by Mindy's lips, tongue, throat, and fingers, all of which she was using to provide him with maximum enjoyment.

Judging from the noises she was making around his pole, Mindy was enjoying herself as well. In less time than it takes to write this, Al felt his orgasm rising from some place just behind his balls, going up into his brain, and then back down to his cock, which went into volcano mode.

"FUCK!" Al cried out, grabbing Mindy's head in both hands and holding her in place as his dick began to spit out thick ropes of seminal fluid in burst after burst. Mindy swallowed as much as she could, but even an expert fellatrix can get overloaded, and soon, some of Al's spunk began to leak out around Mindy's lips and run down her chin to splash on her tits.

After what seemed like an eternity to Al, but in reality after about 45 seconds or so, Al's orgasm slowed down and his hands dropped away from Mindy's head. Her mouth pulled back and she used her hands to milk Al's trembling shaft of the last of his seed -- at least for now. Her experience with Polymorphs meant that she knew there was a lot more where this came from. Al's legs were trembling, and sweat was glistening from every surface of his flesh.

Mindy stood up and kissed Al on the mouth, letting him taste his own fluids, which he enjoyed with relish. Owing in some way to the way in which Polymorphs metabolize things their semen is never bitter or sour tasting, but always sweet and pleasant -- like the fluids expressed from their breasts while in female form.

Al's cock had not softened at all following his ejaculation, and without a word, he turned Mindy around and bent her over at the waist. She spread her feet, arched her back, and used her hands to pull the cheeks of her shapely ass apart, revealing her glistening cooze, obviously ready for his invasion, and the wrinkled rosebud of her anus, which was also covered with a thick coating of clear fluid. Al's cock was still slick with Mindy's spit and his own exudates, and he notched it between the crenellated folds of her vaginal opening, rubbing the head in the copious lubricant which was constantly being manufactured by Mindy's pussy. They both groaned in pleasure as Al teased them both for a few moments before slowly pushing his cock all the way into Mindy's clasping cunt hole.