Space Relations Pt. 28

"No! You didn't, baby! Tell me you didn't!"

"I sure did!" Mario giggled. "I popped him in the cornhole!"

"That's a very bizarre thing to say to me." Cruz said. "I don't know quite how to process that." He pointed a finger at Mario's face. "Don't you ever try anything like that with me! I'm very serious about that! I won't be your friend, baby!"

"Relaaaax." Mario replied.

He started poking at Cruz's arms and sides, until the Hispanic woman started squirming. Next, he pinched at the oversized titties, until Cruz put her arms across her chest. Mario had come into the room clothed, but now he jumped up, stripped down, and sat back down on the edge of the bunk. The blonde man became a little flurry of gropes, touching her and there and forcing Cruz to move her hands all over to protect her body. When Mario tried to stick a hand between her legs, Cruz clamped them shut.

"Come on!" Mario said, drawing the words out as he slid his hands up and down Cruz's legs. She tried to pull the legs apart without success. Next, he got aggressive, jostling Cruz around until he got his lower half between her thighs. He kept pushing at it until Cruz relented and lay him lie down on top of her. "I'm still the same person deep inside, you know!"

"I can see that, baby. You're just as horny now as when you were as a woman."

"Isn't that cool?" Mario giggled. In a huskier voice, he said. "You have to take care of my needs, because I'm a man and a man has manly needs."

"I used to say that line!"

"I know!" Mario laughed. "Isn't that cool? Now, you say one of the lines I used to say."

"Should I?" Cruz wondered. "Oh, fine. Here goes. Ravage me, you silly bastard! Ravage me as if we were the last child-producing couple in the entire universe!"

"I want to!" Mario exclaimed. "Are you ready?"

"You just stay away from my cornhole." Cruz threatened.

"I wouldn't do that to you, because you'd never do that to me. You know what? I know this is going to sound scatter-brained, but I'm not that big because I'm not that big. Actually, I like my little pecker. I think it's cute. Don't you? It looks like a little pencil, and it gets hard all the time! I don't know about the nuts, though. They're like a sack of potatoes with only two potatoes in it. I really think that part could have been designed a little better, you know? And what's up with this skinny butt I have now? I don't like that either. All of my pants are going to fall off now!"

"Baby, that's enough talk." Cruz pushed the talkative man back, long enough to pull her panties off. "You came here to conquer me, and you are my most favorite person in the entire galaxy, so I won't hinder you any longer. Come and take me, baby, and for goodness' sake, be quiet! I still want to have ears when all of this is over."

Mario had a devious look in his eyes. "I just used reverse psychology on you."

"Did you really, baby?" Cruz asked. "I see! You henpecked me so I would relent and give up my pussy, is that it? And now you have me right where you want me? That was very clever of you, darling!"

Mario jumped on Cruz. They both wriggled around a bit, while Mario got his hand between them.

"Oh, oh, oh." Cruz said, in high expectation. "It's getting closer to me. Oh, well it doesn't feel very threatening, because it is fairly small, as you said it was. You're poking at me now. Oh, there it is. You're almost hitting the right spot there." She reached out to grab Mario's arms. "Oh, doctor, that's some stethoscope you've got down there!"

They both started laughing, right before the two intimate lovers in unfamiliar bodies got to their usual antics.

Captain Washington couldn't understand why he was feeling the way he did. He'd followed the advice of his science officer and throttled his wife twice now, enough that she finally dozed off a short while ago. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. Barbie was a beautiful, sensual woman. Why wasn't he satisfied with her anymore?

The captain sighed, as he lay there next to his wife, while staring up at dark ceiling of their bunk. Several hours still remained before they could officially return to the bridge for their next shift. To make matters worse, his boxers had tented up thanks to a titanium erection he had, and he hadn't gotten that erection while thinking of Barbie. Washington couldn't imagine lying on his bunk like that, listening to his wife's light snoring for a long time to come.

Carefully, he sidled away from Barbie, before climbing off the bunk entirely. What he should have done was wake her and throttle her again, or maybe rub one out alone so he would no longer be hard and mentally provoked. What he actually did was step out and quietly close the hatch behind him.

The walkway glowed with only minimal, energy-saving lighting. Washington was surprised to find Mark out there, leaning over a rail and having a vapor smoke.

"What's up, Cappy?" Mark asked. "You haven't turned into a chick yet, have you? Because, you know, I've got first dibs on you when you do."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Freya beat you to the front of that particular line, if such a change ever does take place." Washington answered. He'd wrestled with Mark before, back when he was Margo, and bedded her female self a few times as well. This intimacy allowed the captain to be forthcoming and honest with her male version, more than he could be even with his wife. "I wanted to ask you something. You know all that talk about ego? Do you think us guys are having more trouble getting over these sex changes because we think we'll somehow become emasculated?"

"Yeah, I think so." Mark nodded. "I mean, only two of us girls have become guys, just me and Mary. Mary had no problem becoming Mario. I think she was even looking forward to it. I always tried to be a tough guy anyway, so becoming a man shouldn't have been so traumatic for me, but it really was. We build these walls for ourselves, right, and then we don't know what to do when they crumble down around us. Mary never built a wall. Thor did, but once he figured out he was still a stud, only female, he said fuck it and went with the flow. I kind of did the same thing, except I'm no stud."

"If and when I change, do you think I should fight it or accept it, being that I am the captain of this ship?"

"You do whatever you feel, Cappy." Mark answered. "I think you'll do a fine job in running this ship regardless of whether or not you have tits. You'll still have your captain balls no matter what happens. Whatever is doing this to our crew, it can't take away your balls. You know what? Even if we did figure out what this electrical alien thing is that's plaguing us and changing us around, I don't think some of us will want to change back. Know what I mean?"

"I hadn't considered that."

"Where were you heading, anyway?"

"Uh, just into the kitchen to grab some coffee. I couldn't sleep."

"You're pulling my leg, Cappy. Level with me."

Washington sighed. "Actually, I wanted to see Freya."

"Oh, she is a hottie." Mark chuckled. "I couldn't beat her in wrestling earlier. I'm just a little bit weaker than she is, but she still knows the moves. That's what I'm saying. We might have changed on the outside, but on the inside, we're still the same people." She reached out to slap the captain on the ass. "You go get her, tiger. Remember what I told you. When you change, you come to me first. If you go to Mr. Mario first, she'll be all grins and giggles with you, like this is all some big, universal joke. I may not be as soft as Mario is, but I'll do you right, Cappy. I still feel I owe you big time for accepting me as part of your crew."

"Are you saying it isn't a big joke?" Washington asked, ignoring the rest.

"It's an experience. It's up to you whether it will be a fun experience or a scary one. Whether you're a man or a woman, you're still in charge of this ship. Don't lose sight of who you are, Cappy."

"Those are wise words." Washington nodded.

"Go on, Cappy. I know she's waiting for you."

"Why do you say that?"

"We were out here talking a little while ago. Freya asked me what I thought about you and her. I said do what you guys want, as long as nobody gets hurt. The only reason she didn't try and get your attention more is because she knows Barbie will have a shit fit if she does. Freya's hot for you, Cappy. She is volcanic for your nuts."

"You do have a way with words, don't you?" Washington said, walking around the big man with the cigarette. "Thank you, Mark."

It was only a few steps to Freya's open hatch. The captain found the stunning blonde standing in her sleeping quarters. She wore headphones and was seen dancing on the far end, which was only about twelve feet away and not too far at all. For a few moments, Washington watched the woman sway back and forth, with her hands up in the air. When Freya realized he was standing there, she pulled her headphones off and set them aside.

"Captain." She acknowledged his presence.

"I just stopped by to see how you were doing." He said, as he stepped into her bunk.

Freya smiled so radiantly her superior couldn't recall that last time he'd seen her smile like that. "I was hoping you'd show up. You've kept me waiting, you know."

She stepped by him, going over to shut the hatch. As the tall blonde started her walk back, she pulled the long shirt she wore off, revealing that she was nude underneath. The man watching her couldn't help stare at her tempting curves. Still smiling, and bouncy as well, Freya stepped in front of him. She set her hand on Washington's chest.

"I'm no expert at this, okay." Freya admitted. "But I did try it with Mark earlier."

Washington was about to ask her what she was talking about, when Freya tugged his boxers down. As the underwear descended, so did she. Suddenly, she was on her knees before him, with her hand on his erection first, and then her mouth. Washington had no choice but to gasp as she went to work on him. He couldn't help but recall that not too long ago, this had been the short-tempered and brawling Thor. Was it demeaning to Freya for her to be doing this to him? Was it demeaning to the memory he had of Thor?

The captain had no good answers for any of it. All he could really grasp was that the most attractive woman in his ship was orally servicing him. Washington touched her head, feeling her hair and then her shoulders, assuring himself that it truly was a woman. Once that truth sunk in, the overpowering lust he'd felt in his bunk before came flooding back into him.

Washington pulled Freya to her feet and directed them both onto her bunk. For a second, he wondered where Freya's bunkmate Cammie was, as the top bunk wasn't pulled out from its wall niche. Then the tall and athletic black man was behind the tall and athletic Viking woman, groping at her sides and hips. Freya leaned forward so that Washington could push into her, gasping when his substantial manhood found its target. The blonde didn't drop to all fours right away. Instead, she stood on her knees with her lover in place behind her. Washington pushed into her, liking this new angle that he couldn't get shorter women into. Freya reached behind her, touching his head and face, while Washington caressed her throat, breasts and waist. Freya's meaty backside was pressed tight between them, even as Washington's manhood was in an unusual but titillating position. At one point, the Viking goddess even managed to turn slightly, enough to kiss her lover's lips while they were in coitus.

Her sugary voice warned Washington that her climax had arrived. Wanting to achieve that same bliss at the same time she did, he pushed her forward so that she leaned on her hands. After grabbing hold of Freya's hips, Washington vigorously pumped into her. Loud smacks of flesh were heard as their bodies smacked together. Ripples of ass were seen every time their forms met. Washington groaned as he neared his sexual peak, as Freya kept up her volley of womanly cries.

Washington grunted as his body tensed up, and then he exploded into her. His manhood vibrated in that warm, snug place, releasing gob after gob of his essence. This stuttered his motions, yet still the enamored man tried to maintain his harsh pace. If he could, he would never stop. He would never pull out and return to his normal senses, because this new world of pleasure he had discovered was something too difficult to let go of.

When his body was spent, Freya went up to her knees again. She half-turned so their kisses could resume, then fully turned to press her chest against his. Both ran their hands all over their lover's body. They groped in feverish spurts, and also in gentle, slower touches. Their mouths did not want to let go. Their hearts beat like the hearts of marathon runners the entire time.

Finally, Freya set both of her hands on Washington's chest and softly created some distance between them. "You'd better go before your wife finds out."

Washington fled. He didn't go back to his bunk right away. Instead, he climbed down into the kitchen to make coffee. With his cup in hand, he walked to the bridge, finding Cammie sitting in the captain's chair, apparently doing some soul-searching of her own. They chatted about nothing in particular, mostly about their navigational course and other details.

When Washington started yawning despite the caffeine, he went into the lounge and crashed onto a couch. He started thinking about things he'd been ignoring ever since he left Freya's bunk. If Freya was a natural woman, quite possibly she was a better match for him than Barbie was. Or maybe it was a simple infatuation he had with the shapely blonde; he couldn't quite pin that down. At the same time, it was clear that Freya held the same sort of infatuation for him. Maybe it was even love. Barbie was still a big part of the captain's dynamic, as she must have psychically sensed the growing feelings between her husband and this exemplary blonde that kept shaking her very shapely ass at him.

What a mess he'd gotten himself into, Washington thought. A very pretty, but also very jealous wife on the one hand, and a former man turned goddess on the other. It was going to drive him crazy to try and find a place of balance between those two. He sighed as he lay there in the lounge, wondering what sorts of commotion were bound to erupt when they all got up for their next shift.

There was a way out of the dilemma, Washington realized, as he began to drift off to sleep. He'd been dreading that this would happen before, dreading it like the plague, but now he was ready to accept it as much as the other members of his crew did.

The captain fell asleep. Only about an hour later, the sharp sting of electricity zapped him awake. For several minutes, he gripped the cushions and couch he was on, trying to get past the daze and the fear that a second shock would suddenly come. When he finally calmed down, Washington set his hand on his chest and discovered he now had a set of firm B-cup breasts. The black man let his hand course down his stomach and abdomen. He slipped his fingers into his boxers, finding his hips were stretching them out a little more than before. Between his legs, he discovered a new vagina with a tidy patch of curly pubic hair.

"Oh, good." He said in obvious relief.

Barbie and Freya could no longer fight over the man that he was, because that would be taken away from them as soon as they saw him. They would still fight, because strong women always butted heads and bickered, but they would have to find something else to fight about. This way, Washington didn't have to worry about falling in love with his first mate, and about falling out of love with his wife. Sure, he would have to adjust to his new life as a woman, but four members of his crew had already made the transition into the opposite sex and they were getting over it.

"Don't zap me again, whatever you are." Washington said out loud, wondering if the invisible energy being or virus could even understand his language. "At least, don't zap me for a couple of days until this friction between Barbie and Freya blows over."

After this, he lay back on the couch and tried to go back to sleep. When Mary was still Mary, she'd suggested that if Washington ever changed, he should call himself Wilma. He had changed, but as for naming himself Wilma, well, fuck that! There had to be a better name out there for him.

It was a big galaxy, after all, with a whole lot of names in it.

Upon opening her eyes, the captain became aware of her two science officers looming over her. She was covered up under one of those ugly shock blankets, she noted, that had one dull side and side covered in what looked like aluminum foil, to hold in warmth. The captain glanced from the pleasant, round face of Cruz to the pretty almond-shaped face of Mario.

"She's awake now!" Mario announced.

"Well, no shit, Sherlock Holmes." Cruz rolled her eyes. "All of us can plainly see the Captain has opened her eyes."

"I'm a little nervous, okay?" The blonde man replied.

The captain didn't know if she was ready to face her crew yet. She pulled at the blanket until it covered her head.

"She's going into shock!" She heard Cruz shout. "Captain, we've formed a support group for you. You must mentally and physically take that first step. You must recognize that that a profound change has occurred in your physiology. The most difficult part will be for you accept the change, and then to own it before it owns you. Stand up and join us, Captain. We're here to welcome you into this strange new world that has enveloped us all within its aberrant grip!"

"Cruz, will you please shut up for five minutes?" The captain asked from under the blanket. "I just need to compose myself a little bit. It isn't every day that a person wakes up to suddenly find out they've changed sex."

"Let me tell you a little something about the Space Relations." Mark laughed. "Having things turned upside down is the order of the day around here!"

The captain moved the blanket just far enough that he could peer out at his crew. Sure enough, they were all standing around the couch he was on, hovering over him like doting nannies. Cruz was on her knees before the captain, using a small scanner, while Mario was standing and taking notes on a clipboard.

"Cruz, what are you doing?" The captain asked.

"Well, I'm trying to check your body for any large abnormalities." The Latina replied. "Unfortunately, the fabric of the shock blanket is skewing the results. We need to get you over to the med corner for a proper evaluation."

"I see. Mario, what are you up to?"

"I'm jotting down the time and making a note that your responses are lucid and coherent. I'm also looking into your head for signs of dizziness or confusion, but I'm not finding any so far."

"I didn't change just a little while ago." The captain explained, as she relented and sat up. Her first impulse was to look at Freya instead of his wife, but she fought that off. When her eyes locked in with Barbie's, the captain discovered that her spouse was full of worry. "I changed shortly after I fell asleep. I was feeling a little depressed anyway, so I just came into the lounge and lay down. It happened while I was here."

The captain noticed that Cammie and Mark were staring at her chest. She looked down, seeing two prominent breasts the size of small oranges. They were large B-cups, the captain observed, but she also saw that her skin tone was much darker than before.

"Yeah, it did change." Mario nodded. "That's a trip, isn't it? The rest of us kept our original skin color when we switched over, but you didn't. I wonder why that is?"

Cruz carefully ran her instrument over the captain's head and shoulders, before she directed it over the Nubian woman's chest. "No pain or lightheadedness? Get on your feet, baby, so I can check the rest of you."