Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (65 page)

She
intercepted him. “Mmmm?” She drew herself up and expanded her breasts.

He
had to smile. “You read my mind. But this time let's use another position. A
man needs variety to get it on a third time so soon.”

He
had her bend over and hold on to the bars. Then he came at her from behind,
grasping her hips and wedging his rising member into her plush bottom. It was
not completely hard, but there was nowhere for it to go but inside. He felt her
full buttocks pressing against his groin, adding to his urgency. Once he was fairly
inside her, he moved his hands to catch hold of her hanging breasts. They were
just as wonderful this way; she had them down pat. He massaged them, stroking
the nipples, and felt his member hardening within her. He was getting there.

“Now
do your thing,” he said.

She
commenced her internal rhythm. It milked his member with its divine
peristalsis, and soon the pleasure was forming within him. It gathered and
surged through his penis, jetting into her while he held her breasts. This one
was slower and less intense, yet fully as delightful, perhaps because he had
time to savor it.

“You
are some woman, Medusa!” he panted. Then he leaned forward, still holding her
breasts, and kissed the back of her neck. Her vagina squeezed him responsively,
and her breasts seemed to push against his hands as if seeking more. Even the
aftermath was sheer pleasure.

In
due course he had to withdraw again, reluctantly. She straightened up and faced
him. Her face was another stage more human.

“Mmmm?”

“You
want me to kiss you?” The prospect was considerably more inviting than it had
been. Her face was hardly pretty, but it did seem pretty much human, with the
features correctly positioned and shaped.

He
embraced her, squeezed his chest against her breasts, put his face to hers and kissed
that mouth. It felt pretty much like a human mouth. She had made another giant
stride in her emulation of the Calendar girl.

“Keep
working on it,” he told her. “You're getting close.” Then he thought of
something. “But revert to your tiger form when I'm gone, so the others don't
suspect.”

She
nodded.

“Something
else,” he said. “When I take you out of here, that's only the first stage.
Getting off the base is the greater challenge, because they check for ID. You
need to be able to pass for a real woman in every physical detail.”

“Mmmm?”

He
hoped he wasn't blushing. “Sometimes they do a strip search. It's an indignity
people have to submit to. Things can be smuggled in or out in body cavities.
They have to check, uh, inside, be sure. You have no anus. Because your
digestion is different. But a real human woman has one. Lack of it would give
you away instantly.”

“Mmmm?”

Now
he was sure he was blushing. “It's similar to what men have. Same position,
same purpose. I, uh, guess I'll have to show you mine. Then you can emulate it,
just as you do the vagina.”

He
turned away from her, bent over, and spread his buttock cheeks. “There,” he
said, feeling like a patient about to get a prostate check.

She
inspected him, stroking his buttocks and scrotum, feeling his penis from
behind, sliding fingers across his rectum in a ticklish feather touch. Then she
poked a moistened finger in, exploring the interior, much as he had done with
her loosening vagina. She withdrew slightly, then thrust in deeper. It felt a
lot like sex. His penis was starting to solidify yet again.

“There's
a sphincter,” he said. He tightened his own around her finger. “To hold in
the—the refuse. You won't need more than that, and a few inches depth to
the cavity. Normally that portion of the colon is empty anyway.”

She
focused, her finger sliding in and out, exploring the tube of his colon. Her
other hand circled the thickening shaft of his penis as if measuring it for
size. Then she withdrew and beckoned him. She turned around and bent over.

He
checked. Now she had an anus behind her vagina. He licked his finger and poked
it in. Her new aperture was correctly sized and lubricated, exactly right for
the penetration of a penis. Precisely his size.

She
clenched on him, demonstrating her sphincter. “You've got it,” he said,
satisfied.

She
turned and looked at his member. The exploration had given him an erection, as
she had surely been aware. She had needed that erection to get the size right.

“Yes,
sometimes men do penetrate the anus,” he said. “For variety. If the woman is
willing.” But of course she had known this; it was hardly coincidence that she
had measured him for it. To her, a hole in a woman was for the rod of the man.

She
turned again, patting her bottom. So he did it, pushing his member carefully
in. There was room for it, and it was tight, exactly like a vagina. She had
simply copied that, and it really didn't matter.

Then
she clenched on him, and he thrust and ejaculated, slowly but intensely. She
had graduated, again, making him perform.

But
it was overtime to go. He put himself back together and departed, lest he or
she get any more ideas and maybe get caught by some routinely passing
personnel. It wasn't being caught at sex he was concerned about, because
surreptitious trysts were common wherever men had access to women; it was
Medusa being caught in human form.

Next
day he brought a wheelchair and clothing. No one questioned this; the personnel
of the post were specialists with their own jobs to accomplish, and they
assumed he was working on his. As he was, though not in the manner they might
have supposed.

Medusa
was crouched in her prior form. But when he arrived, she commenced a rapid
transformation. Her short legs lengthened, her torso developed breasts, waist,
and hips, and her head became human. The process took about fifteen minutes. He
watched, amazed; she had evidently zeroed in on it and now could return to it
relatively swiftly.

Then
she drew herself up against the bars. There was another surprise: she was
wearing a halter and panties, exactly like those of the calendar girl in a
supplementary picture.

No.
She had no underclothing. It was skin pigment, in effect painted on. The
details of her nipples and vulva showed clearly.

“That's
impressive, Medusa,” he said. “But there are effects of clothing I don't think
you can duplicate. The material of a blouse stretches across the breasts, and
masks them to an extent, flexing as she changes position. A skirt similarly
wraps the legs, but shows them when she sits. Mere coloration won't do that.
Still, you may be able to dispense with the bra and panties if you find them
objectionable. The color may do for that.”

She
shrugged, a mannerism she had picked up from him.

He
unlocked the gate and brought the clothing in. He dressed her, first in bra and
panties, then in blouse and skirt. Then he had her sit in the wheelchair. He
stood back and looked at her.

“Oh,
Medusa, you look exactly like a lovely woman! The way your thighs show under
that skirt—”

She
spread her knees. She was offering.

Erik
couldn't help himself. He went to her, lifted her up, and embraced her, his
penis stiffening. Then he had her remove the panties and skirt so they would
not be creased or stained, and nudged into her standing as he clasped her firm
buttocks with his hands. Her tight vagina massaged him and quickly evoked his
climax. She had learned about sex and rapidly become very good at it.

When
he was done, he brought tissues and mopped her vulva, explaining that she must
not use her mouth to clean herself when in human company. She nodded.

“Actually,
women do on occasion use their mouth on the man's penis, just as he uses his
mouth on her vulva, as the fiction and video showed,” he said. “But there's no
need for you to do that.” She had made her face look human, but inside was that
grinder.

He
garbed her again, and showed her the mechanism of the wheelchair. She quickly
got the hang of pushing the wheels. This gave her mobility in the human manner.
He also demonstrated how he could push the chair from behind, so she did not
need to know where they might be going. This was important, because the layout
of the base was complicated, and he would have to make their way through it
without confusion.

“Another
thing,” he said. “When we go out, you must be a helpless woman. No fighting. I
will show you around, and you must simply smile and agree to whatever I say.”

She
smiled and agreed.

At
that point he realized something. He had stopped thinking of Medusa as an alien
animal masquerading as a human woman, and started thinking of her as a
girlfriend. Worse, he was falling in love with her. Utter folly, he knew, but
she fascinated him. All his life he had been seriously intrigued by the
possibility of alien sapience without ever expecting to encounter it. Now here
it was.

Of
course she was catering to him so she could escape. She might even hold him in
contempt. His feeling was bound to be one sided. But there it was.

He
had confirmed that the post was to be closed in days. It was time for the
terraforming of the planet, which meant that all human personnel would be
evacuated to the orbiting colony ship while a program of preliminary
extermination commenced. They had been cataloging local life forms, identifying
any that were not wanted, targeting them with specific poisons. The planet would
suffer a grievous extinction, with only approved plants and animals surviving
the first round. Then would come the seeding of primitive Earth life forms to
fill in the void. After a suitable waiting period the colonists would be
landed, and they would start taking over the planet. The work of the military
outpost would be done.

They
had two days to get Medusa out. Her species had not been targeted, because Erik
had issued no danger report on it. No one else knew of the sapience or shape
changing.

“But
Medusa,” he cautioned her. “When you get out you must warn your kind. They must
flee to safety in distant places, avoiding the terraforming. If my kind ever
learns about your kind, I mean your shape changing and intelligence, your kind
will be doomed. You must tell them that.”

“Mmmm.”

He
had learned to interpret her sounds, to a degree.  “They already know?”

Yes.

“Then
how did you get caught?”

It
turned out to be not an accident. They had needed to know more of human nature
and potential, the better to avoid the threat it represented. She had allowed
herself to be captured in animal form, hoping to be considered no more than a
local predator. Once she knew enough, she had planned to change form and
escape. But she hadn't anticipated the closely barred cage, or the threat of
early termination.

“Oh,
Medusa, you risked your life!” he said. “Yet I can't say I'm sorry, because it
enabled me to get to know you.” He shook his head, bemused. “I realize that you
are acting out of necessity, and surely care nothing for me personally. All you
want is your freedom, and to help your people survive. But I—” He broke
off, confused by his own emotion. “I wish it could have been otherwise. But I
will help you all I can, both because I truly believe in treating alien sapients
ethically, and because you have more than paid your way sexually. That was the
deal you offered, and you have delivered.”

“Mmmm?”

“How
do I feel about you personally? I think I love you, Medusa. You are a
remarkable creature, but it's more than that. It goes way beyond mere sex. When
I embrace you—” He shrugged. “But I'm being foolish. I know it. So let's
get on with the business at hand. We need to get you safely out of here in the
next day, so that when the exterminator comes for you, you are already back in
the jungle with your own kind.”

“Mmmm?”

“Medusa,
I told you! I have become foolishly attached to you. I wish I could have you
with me always. I wish I could take you home to Earth with me. Hell, I wish I
could marry you! You may be alien, but you're more woman than I have ever known
before or am likely to know in the future. Since I know any such relationship
is ridiculous, let's just forget it and get the job done.”

She
nodded. They got to work perfecting her nuances of human femininity, so that
she could pass long enough to get offpost. “I have gotten passes and tickets
for two back to Earth,” he said. “If we are intercepted, I'll say you are my
girlfriend from town, going home with me. They'll think you are a whore I have
fallen for and they shouldn't check more closely. If they try to question you,
I'll say you are suffering from throat congestion and can't talk now. There's
bound to be confusion as they evacuate all the personnel, and corners are bound
to be cut. I'm counting on that. We'll head for the spaceport, which is in
walking distance. I will walk the whole way; you will disappear along the way.
The moment you're alone you'll be able to throw away the stupid clothing and
revert to a more natural form and be on your way. No more silly six inch holes
for you.”

“Mmmm.”

“I
thought you'd never ask.” He stripped, and she stripped, and they lay on a mat
on the floor and had at it in style, hugging, kissing, and climaxing. She had
learned to emulate orgasm too, making it that much better for him. What he had
told her was true: she had become a better woman than any real one was ever
likely to be, because her whole focus was on pleasing him. Yes it was an act,
but he wasn't sure that wasn't true for human women too. How many of them
really cared for sex? They used it to reel men in, and the men were generally
more than willing to be reeled. In this respect he and Medusa were typical.

“Oh,
Medusa,” he breathed. “I think this is the last time. Tomorrow early I'll take
you out, and we dare not make any mistakes. You have been great!”