Space Relations Pt. 27

"Yes, you did!" Cruz shot back. "You're only bringing that up now because you're upset over... Well, who the hell knows why you're upset? Why are you even upset, baby? I'm a therapist, you know. You can confide in me."

"If you don't move out of my way, I'm going to kick you in the balls!"

"If you kick me in the balls, baby, I'm going to crumple to the floor and possibly die. Think of all those future children you'll be hurting if you did that. Do you really want that sort of baggage haunting you for the rest of your life? Think of the children, baby! Let them live!"

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Barbie said, lunging for the door.

Barbie and Cruz were about the same height, with Barbie slightly heavier and Cruz slightly stronger. The result of one trying to get through the door and the other trying to prevent it was both of them soon wrestling each other to the carpet. Barbie mounted Cruz, but she was no wrestler, and so he managed to shove her aside. He didn't have any better luck with a mount, as Barbie grabbed a handful of his shirt and kept him at bay.

While they were on the floor, the lounge door swung open. A naked Freya was seen crossing the hall, dragging a half-naked Washington by the arm behind her. The two quickly jumped through the door to the kitchen and vanished from sight.

"Oh, no he didn't!" Barbie struggled to get to her feet, while Cruz kept dragging her down.

"Let them be, woman!" Cruz argued. "Don't you see that is exactly what that new woman needs to come to terms with herself?"

"What she needs is a knuckle sandwich!" Barbie started tearing away from him. "My husband was in so much of a hurry he didn't even see me lying here with you!"

"Will you just let them be?"

Barbie started for the kitchen door, while Cruz had his arms clamped around her waist. She got free for a few seconds, but could only dart halfway across the kitchen before Cruz got a hold of her again. He pushed her over the edge of the kitchen table and leaned over her. When she got loose the next time, she started climbing the ladder to the second level. Cruz tried a new tactic to stop her. He grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked them down to her knees.

Barbie shrieked as her purple panties were exposed. With one hand, she held onto the ladder, while with the other she tried to grab hold of her pants. Cruz responded by jerking them down to her ankles. This caused Barbie to try to climb the ladder without using her feet, as her pants now tied them up. She lost her balance and fell back on Cruz.

With both of them struggling on the floor again, Barbie again tried to get her pants back into place. Whenever she reached for her ankles, however, Cruz started lifting her shirt. Whenever she shoved him away from her shirt, he grabbed at her bundled up pants. At one point, Cruz was able to stand up and drag Barbie along on the floor by her pants, while the redhead tried to claw her fingers into the carpet.

Finally, the pants snapped off and Cruz fell to the floor. Barbie ran for the ladder, getting up halfway before Cruz caught up to her. This time, he robbed her of her panties, but this transgression still wasn't enough to stop the woman from clambering her way up.

At the top of the ladder, yet another obstacle was waiting for her. This time it was Cammie, who wore only a dark green towel around her middle, and who stood before the hatch to her bunk.

"I watched all that from the railing." Cammie laughed. "It was very entertaining!"

"Cammie, get out of my way," Barbie threatened, just as Cruz climbed up behind her. "Or I'm tossing you both over the railing!"

"It won't do you any good." The older woman replied.

"Why not?"

"Because they locked the hatch right after they went into my bunk." Cammie revealed. "I was on my way to change into my regular clothes, but the woman that used to be Thor beat me in there and now I can't get in."

"Aargh!" Barbie shouted.

"The walls are soundproof." Cruz reminded her. "You can scream all you want and they won't be able to hear you."

"I know that, you asshole!"

"Well, then you're stuck and you can't do anything about it." Cruz teased. "Not until they open the hatch, anyway. Cammie, where were you heading just now?"

"Oh, I heard there were naked people in the lounge." Cammie flirted back. "I thought I might see what they were up to."

"In about thirty seconds, there will be naked people in my bunk as well." Cruz reached out and pulled Cammie's towel away.

The older woman gasped as she was left nude, but it was all for show. A moment later, she was playfully prancing away toward the room Cruz and Mary shared.

"I do love that walk." Cruz bounced up and down on his toes. He addressed Barbie. "What are you going to do, baby, stand there and pout all day?"

The redhead realized she was only wearing a top; her pants and panties were still down there in the kitchen. She took a step toward the ladder, only to have Cruz reach out and give her a loud smack on her ample ass.

"How dare you!" Barbie cried out. "I only let my husband do that to me!"

"Well, he's a little busy right now." Cruz said, prancing toward his bunk in the same way Cammie had done. "Two's a crowd but three is a party. Let the Captain have his fun, baby. Come into my bunk so that Cammie and I can give you the tongue massage you are so sorely needing."

Barbie ignored the invitation. She climbed down the ladder to grab her clothes and put them on. Once the redhead was dressed, she was confused over what she should do next. People were humping in the lounge, but it would probably be unnerving to see Margo having sex as a man. Next, her husband had uncharacteristically locked her out, and besides, she didn't want to see Thor as a woman, either.

Barbie sighed. The only other thing she could think of doing was to go back and sit in the bridge by herself. She grumbled, "Son of a bitch!"

The curvy woman looked up the ladder. The only normal couple on the ship had just invited her to join them. Maybe, Barbie thought, maybe she could go up there and have a look at what they were doing, because that was better than being alone in such a stressing moment. After another long and pensive span of time, Barbie finally gave up and started climbing the ladder.

"Oh, Mary." Mark was saying, as he jostled back and forth behind the smaller blonde. "You have no idea what this feels like."

"Sure I do." The blonde giggled. She was still bent over the couch with her back arched and her ass sticking out. "I'm a telepath, remember. I go into Cruz's mind all the time while he's humping me."

"Well, it's the first time for me." Mark replied, still thrusting his new man-cock into his captive. "This is really good, Mary. You know, come to think of it, I've been going for a good while now. Don't you think I should have cum by now?"

"I'm not complaining." Mary answered. "You can keep doing that all day if you want to. I really like it!"

"Do you think there's something wrong with my wanker?"

"No, silly. I think it has more to do with your brain. You're thinking like a woman when you should be thinking like a man. It is a whole different ballgame with a man."

"I don't know how to think like a man, even though I am one now."

"I have an idea. Push into me as far as you can go. Then hold me right there and don't move."

"Okay." Mark nodded. "Now what?"

"Don't move."

He didn't think anything was going to happen, until he felt Mary's pussy squeezing his manhood tighter. It wasn't just squeezing, but rippling against Mark's cock.

"I didn't know you could do that, Mary." He said. "It feels weird."

"Not weird. It feels good. Besides, you've never had a ding-dong before, so how could you know? Do you remember how I told you to stick things in your pussy and squeeze them so your pussy will stay tight? That's part of why I can do this. I'm going to mentally increase what you're feeling while I do it. You can start moving again when you think you're ready, okay?"

Maybe Mary was right, Mark thought. Maybe he was still acting out as if he were a girl instead of a boy now. He let the blonde ripple her vaginal muscles up and down his cock, while at the same time his mind started reacting to it.

"Oh, Mary, you're the best."

The blonde had such a hot little body, Mark considered. As a woman, he'd seen her perky tits and bouncy ass plenty of times. Now that he was manly, he discovered that his actions weren't as fluid as before. The cock forced him to change his usual routine. It was an unexpected anchor, a starting point that everything else revolved around.

When Mary caused him to grunt, Mark pulled out and gazed down at his new member. It was just as hard as before, but it felt different, like tingly. Mark thought back to romps with Cruz, Thor and the captain. In comparison, he realized his new manhood was of a decent size when compared to theirs. He groped at Mary's butt a couple of times, before he aimed his cock and pushed it back into her. This time, Mark shuddered as he slid into place.

"You did something different, Mary." He said. "You feel tighter."

"I'm amplifying your senses." Mary corrected. "We're feeling my hyper-pussy!"

Mark gave her one good thrust, provoking moans out of them both. The next thrust caused an even greater reaction, where they cried out together.

"This is what a guy's nut feels like?" Mark questioned, as he stood there tingling and trembling. "I'm not going to last much longer, Mary, not if you keep doing that."

"Just go for it!" Mary told him. "This is so much fun!"

Mark started shoving into her like he'd been doing before. This time, with Mary's augmented mental sensations, the feeling was upgraded like a hundred times. Every roll of his hips was its own orgasm, with Mary crying out and him groaning right after.

Meanwhile, up in the sleeping quarters, Freya had just pulled the captain into her bunk. The tall blonde was laughing as she shut the hatch and set her security code on to lock it. Once that was done, she turned the lights completely off.

"Captain, whatever happens in here stays in here." Freya said, as she closed in on the man standing by the door. "You'd better agree to that."

"Of course." Washington replied.

"Let's make a deal here." Freya wasn't convinced. "If I become a man again, and you become a woman, I get to bang you back."

"It sounds highly improbable."

"You're right, but then again, I never thought I would want you this way. Do you promise?"

"Okay." The captain nodded. "If I somehow become a woman and you're a man, we'll do this again. Not man on man, ever."

"Good enough, Captain." Freya replied. She pressed her mouth up against his, until she found where his lips were.

With the room shrouded in darkness, it wasn't hard at all for Washington to make out with his subordinate. Certainly, Freya talked and felt like a woman. Her breasts were full to his hands, and her hips were definitely not manly. In fact, Washington discovered he enjoyed squeezing Freya's rump almost as much as he liked squeezing his wife's.

Her tongue was friendly as well. It darted into his mouth and tantalized him more that he suspected it would. Washington reached up and held Freya's head in place while he savored her lips. Automatically, he nibbled at her, from her cheek to her throat, and all the way to her shoulder. She must have liked this, as she did the same to him.

Earlier, the captain had lost his shirt. Their kisses in that dark room stopped, when Freya tugged his pants down to grip his erection. Washington pulled away from her, just long enough to fully undress. When he pressed up against the Nordic woman again, she reached out and found him once more.

"All the women who've slept with you brag about how big you are." Freya said to him. "I'm a big girl, right? I should be able to handle this."

Washington drove away the thought that it was Thor who was holding him this way. He felt intoxicated by the woman his combat technician had become, enough that he pushed her back toward the bunk. It was awkward to find their way in the dark, but the room wasn't that big. Freya lay down first, with Washington hovering above her. Her arms brushed against his arms and shoulders, as he slipped between her legs.

The small tower of his manhood pressed against a vagina that hadn't been there only a few hours before. Washington pushed his way inside, making room for his length and girth. Freya gasped, but that gasp stuttered as her new lover continued to nudge his way into her. Washington wondered if her body could have been a virgin's body, but it wasn't, or at least he couldn't tell. What he realized was that his manhood was in a snug and moist place. It was a comfortable place.

Her breathing was rough, half gasps and half moans. This provoked Washington into becoming reckless with his actions. He plunged into her, driving noise out of his throat as well as hers. Because she was such a tall woman, Freya did accommodate him better than most of his lovers. Her legs pinched at Washington's sides like vises, while her hands rubbed on his chest and face.

Freya's voice so very different from that of other women Washington had bedded. It was sultry and hot, reminding him of jazz singers on smoky stages. Freya's breaths came out like bellows from her large lungs like a fan of hot air. She was such a big woman that her arms and legs looked to be everywhere.

"Yes, Captain!" She said, sounding like the big, blonde stud Washington was used to listening to. Yet at the same time her voice carried the full sound of femininity and sexuality within it. "Oh, yes!"

Heavy groans came out of Washington, as he felt his body provoked more and more by this sensual goddess that lay below him. Her strength was felt every time she gripped his arms, every time she set her large hands against his chest. Simultaneously, they gasped, with Freya releasing a gallon of hot air along with a deep moan.

She was having her climax, Washington realized. He hurried to catch up with her by increasing a pace that was already bordering on chaotic. His manhood was vibrating with anticipation by then, yearning for that unique moment to arrive. As the friction between them reached a higher level, finally, that moment came. Two separate, husky moans erupted steamily between them, from Washington's sharper, clearer voice and Freya's lower pitched rumbles.

They trembled in each other's arms, only then realizing just how much their sweat had moistened up the bed sheets. With the strongest grasp a woman had ever put on him, Freya squeezed Washington, before she started running her hands up and down his back. She even squeezed the captain's tight butt a few times.

""Captain, that was extraordinary." Freya said. "No, it was more than that. It was spectacular. I could never imagine wanting another man like this while I was a man. As a woman, it seems to natural for me to be attracted to you. Perhaps I emulated you through my subconscious when I was a man. Now that I've changed sex, I've crossed a divide where I can have you in a way I couldn't otherwise have you. What do you think about all of this, Captain?"

"I think you can write your thesis on this later." Washington kidded. "There is the concept of after-sex cuddling. Do you understand that?"

"As a man, yes." Freya admitted. "As I am now, well, you might have to show me, Captain."

He found her lips again, and in the dark their lips danced together.

Quietly, Barbie stood just inside the hatch of Cruz's room and observed what was happening on the bottom bunk. She was the most qualified to decide if her former boss Cammie had truly changed or not, as she had served under the woman's stern command for several years before Cammie had been taken out of power. There was a time when Barbie had hated Cammie. Even after Cammie had joined them on the Space Relations, Barbie had remained one of the older woman's biggest detractors.

Major revelations were made during the military tribunal on the Neptune. Barbie had assumed that Cammie was prejudiced against anyone not Anglo, and she was, but not to the extent that everyone suspected. While in command of the Neptune, Cammie's inner circle had indeed been made up of white people. However, in every other department on the Neptune, promotions and demotions were made based on merit or the lack of it, with no distinction based on race or sex. Cammie didn't just sign papers approving the many personnel changes. She nearly always asked for evidence of infractions and left notes for herself that she added to the requests. The military prosecutor argued that Cammie was just covering her ass in the case of a review, while the defense countered that Cammie wanted to run the Neptune to the best of her abilities, despite her racial preference for the highest level of executives to always be white men. What could not be argued was that Cammie had taken the time to personally review the vast majority of the changes, and that her notes were not written in a biased way but from a neutral point of view.

Of course, many other aspects of Cammie's command had been exposed, questioned and debated, but in the end the older woman, and despite her cold public demeanor, was more clean than she was dirty. Her biggest faults were that she ran the Neptune with an iron fist, because in her mind that's what it took to run such a large contingent of subordinates. When her personnel started complaining or rebelling against her, she squeezed them even tighter until she began enjoying watching her people squirm.

Had Cammie continued to express such a hostile attitude, surely the tribunal would have discharged her dishonorably from Space Corps. However, it could be proven that Cammie had a major change of heart and attitude. At first, she had trouble accepting her demotion from ship commander down to simple, lowly ensign, and also in serving under a new captain who was a black man. She'd gotten over that to become a reliable member of the crew. Everyone on the Space Relations had given video testimony of the changes they'd seen in Cammie, with the best evidence coming from Captain Washington himself. That testimony plus the results of the investigation on the Neptune were enough to balance the bad she'd done on the Neptune with the good she'd done later.

What tipped the jury into a lighter sentence was the account of what Cammie had done on Edgeworth Platform. With only Thor to back her up, Cammie had organized and put into action a plan that successfully rescued her crew and also a number of scientists from the clutches of a hostile alien race. Further evidence was given of Cammie's diplomatic skills on Groombridge 34, where the crew was accosted by a peaceful but secretive race of extremely long-lived humans. Thanks to Cammie, the scientists of that remote planet were now negotiating with Earth scientists to compare notes and advance the sciences of both races. Talks were ongoing that might help develop serums that could promote slower aging among Earthlings. Since Cammie had dealt with the leader of Groombridge 34 directly, she had the biggest part in making that possible.

The result was that the tribunal's jury heard both sides and concluded that Cammie had done more good than harm. She was not court-martialed, but given the choice over serving in a mid-level administrative position on the Neptune, or continuing to serve under the command of Captain Washington. Despite a great reduction in post and pay, Cammie chose to stay on the Space Relations.

Because Barbie had been in a post where she had seen Cammie's corruption firsthand, she was called upon to testify personally at the tribunal. She gave her account of Cammie before and after her arrival on the Space Relations, holding nothing back and trying to stay as neutral as possible. In the end, the prosecutor has asked her point blank if she thought Cammie was a good person now. Barbie had nodded and said, yes, she was.