The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Can we talk?”

Those were the words Ben had been dreading to hear, from the person he’d been most dreading to hear them. Had it been Trish, he’d expect her to gloat about adding Sophie to her conquests and onish him for being too slow. Had it been Jenna, he’d expect she would have some kind of plan to defuse the Max situation.

But it was Max.

Ben sat up on his bed-pod, unable to hide his surprise or his alarm. “Uh, yeah! Sure dude, we can talk.”

Stiffly, Max took a seat on the end of the bed where Ben’s feet had been. In all their years as friends, Ben had never seen Max so tense. Not when a black bear had wandered into their site at scout camp. Not when he’d squared off against three drunk frat bros who’d cat-called Jenna. Not even when he’d scratched his dad’s Porsche. He was hunched over, gaze fixed on the blank white wall ahead of him, the muscles of his square jaw visibly flexing.

For a moment, they simply sat. Ben had so much he wanted to say, so many confessions and apologies and promises that they all just tangled together in his mouth and none of them got out.

“I’m sorry,” Max said.

Ben’s tangle of words evaporated. He’d been hoping to say exactly that to Max, a hundred times in a hundred ways, until it conveyed even the smallest fraction of how remorseful he truly felt.

“What? No, man, you don’t have anything to be sorry for! I made a huge mistake. I… I had sex with Jenna. I was the one messing with the collars. It’s all my fault.”

“Was it an accident?” Max turned his head toward Ben, and Ben wasn’t sure if he saw accusation or guilt or hope in Max’s eyes. “Jenna said it was an accident. You accidentally set off something that made her… lose control.”

Ben gulped. “Yeah, that’s what happened. I was just hitting buttons and flipping switches, you know, metaphorically speaking. I had no idea it would do that to her, I swear. It was stupid. It was irresponsible. It was—”

“And then Jenna came after you,” Max interrupted. “She made the first move.”

“Uh, yeah, she did.” That was the last clear memory Ben had of the whole affair. She’d pulled him in, their lips met, and… after that was a jumble of limbs intertwining, mouths exploring and bodies acting on instinct. In a flash, was struck by a fleeting sense of ecstatic, inhuman communion, but it bled away with a shudder. “Whatever happened to her—whatever I did to her—she wasn’t in her right mind. It happened so fast… not that that makes it okay, but… she caught me by surprise, and then… I couldn’t… I wasn’t…”

Ben hung his head. “My willpower wasn’t strong enough. I should have stopped her.”

Beside him, Max sighed. “It’s okay.”

“What?” Ben said, looking up. “No it’s not, I… we…”

“Just shut up for a second, dude,” said Max, with no particular anger. The conflict had gone out of him, leaving a strange determination in its absence. “Look, I’m not gonna sit here and say that if I were you, I would have been able to stop her. She’s… different. And, well, she was the hottest, most irresistible woman I’d ever met even before the aliens got to her. I’d have a harder time believing you if you said you didn’t want to fuck her.”

“B-but I didn’t! I don’t!” Ben blurted. His eyes went wide and his face bloomed hot.

Max’s face was the picture of really, dude? “It’s okay,” he repeated. “Jenna and I worked it out. Are working it out, I guess. But the point is, I forgive her. And I forgive you.”

Before Ben had truly absorbed it, Max was next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and squeezing him in a side hug.

It took a minute, but eventually, Ben’s body unclenched. Then, as if Max were a wild grizzly bear, Ben hesitantly put his arm on Max’s shoulder in return. Was that it? Were they fine now? Of all the scenarios that had paraded through his head, none of them had ended with the two men hugging it out. Very few had even involved keeping all his teeth.

Instead, everything was just going to go back to… well, not normal, but whatever ed for normal on an alien spaceship full of oversexed lab rats. Still, Ben couldn’t bring himself to believe it. Jenna was Max’s weakness. His short fuse. Barely a couple of hours ago, he’d been at Ben’s throat. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t Max from Earth anymore. Ben couldn’t accept that the fight was over and done, hatchet buried.

He shouldn’t have gotten off so easily.

Oblivious to Ben’s consternation, Max chuckled. “She fucks like a champ, though, doesn’t she.”

Ben laughed. There was nothing else he could do. His relief and disbelief came out in incredulous guffaws, his smile even broader than Max’s. “She does,” he said, “she really does, dude. The best I’ve ever had, and it’s not close. And I’ve had a threesome with blowjob robots.”

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Max said wistfully. “Listen, I’m not saying it’s going to be open season now, but… Jenna and I might not be quite so exclusive as we used to be. Like, Lin got a turn with me, to even the score.”

“Wait, Lin? While I was sitting in here, you and Lin—”

“It’s part of ‘working it out.’” Max slapped Ben on the back and put some space between them once again. “Now that it’s happened, the idea of Jenna with other guys… well, I’m still getting used to it, but… I don’t hate it. Everywhere we go, every man in the room wants her, and it used to bother me. A shitload. I mean, you what a jealous asshole I was.”

Ben nodded sympathetically. He did . There had been a few nights he’d had to talk Max down from doing something he would regret. And from what he’d heard, those same nights the girls later had had to talk Jenna down from doing something almost as rash.

“I think part of me did kinda like all the attention she got,” Max continued, “since I was the lucky guy they all wished they could be. But when your girl can have any man she wants, it gets scary to think that she might find one better than you. Now though? Jenna’s taken a ride on the best man out there as far as I’m concerned.”

Max punched Ben’s bicep playfully. “And she still wants me. So what do I have to be afraid of? If we went out and she went home with another guy, as long as he treats her right… it might be kinda hot to know she’s coming home to me right after she’s done rocking his world.”

“Or her world,” Ben added. He’d seen some pretty compelling evidence that Jenna wouldn’t be sticking to just men.

“Sure, sure. Point is, we’re good. Jenna and me. You and me. I think we’re all pretty good now.”

“And you and Lin.” That was another thing Ben was still wrapping his head around.

“Yeah, me and Lin too,” Max said, a dreamy smile on his face. “It’s weird out there, dude. And getting weirder by the hour.”

“It sure is,” Ben sighed. “Hey man, I’m glad we’re cool. I didn’t want to have to do this whole thing without you. It’s becoming a full-time job just reminding everyone that we shouldn’t just let the aliens walk all over us. Nobody’s gotten hurt yet, but I’m still worried that, sooner or later, there’s going to be a catch. And when we find out what it is, we’re all going to need to be on the same page.”

That goal had never felt further away. The aliens had every advantage; they could take and alter their captives with impunity, and his friends were all too busy fucking like mutant rabbits to care. We’re not on the same page. We’re not even in the same book.

“Of course,” Max said. “I’ve always had your back, haven’t I? Well, except for the last couple of hours, but, you know…”

“You have,” Ben itted. When Ben’s family had first moved to the neighborhood, Max had been the first kid at school to include him. When that shithead Tyler Pearson from down the street repeated something his racist parents had said about Ben’s family, Max had stood up for him. “Hey, that time we got caught peeping on Darlene sunbathing topless in her backyard? You sure had my back then.”

Max’s grin was as wide as his cheeks were red. “I still don’t know why I took the fall for that. It was your stupid telescope! Worth it, though.”

The two shared a laugh they had shared many times over the years, whenever they reminisced about good times. It was an island of camaraderie, of normalcy, that Ben clung to like a life preserver. When it ed, he forced himself to be serious again. “But let’s get real. We’ve gotta get out of here, and I know it’s gonna take everyone working together to make it happen.”

When he sought on Max’s face, Ben found only a grimace. “What?”

Max heaved a groan, clearly trying to decide how to word his thoughts delicately. “But… do we really have to? Break out of here, I mean?”

Ben’s jaw dropped. “What do you mean? Of course we do! They kidnapped us and they’re holding us prisoner! They’re experimenting on us!”

“But they’re going to let us go,” Max said. “They said so. If we just… go with the flow, they said they’ll drop us back off on Earth where they found us, safe and sound.”

“Considering what they’ve done already, I don’t think I trust their definition of ‘safe and sound.’ Have they ever said how long they plan to keep us? It’s already been a couple of days. What if we’re gone for weeks? People are going to start looking for us.”

He looked to Max for , but his friend was still unconvinced. Ben pressed on. “Let’s assume we’re done soon and they let us go before we’re missed. They said they were going to wipe our memories before they put us back. Do you have any idea what’s going to happen when we wake up at the campsite, missing a week’s worth of time, with Jenna and me in completely new bodies?”

“Lin, too,” Max muttered, briefly looking away. “They changed her too. Okay, fine. We’ve gotta break out. But how are we gonna stop them? Seems like if the aliens want to mess with us, there’s not much we can do. They can read our minds, and if we try anything, they can use the collars. We don’t even know where we are! We could be flying around the Earth, or on the dark side of the moon, or halfway to Pluto. It’s not like we can sneak out the window.”

Ben deflated, balling his fists in impotent frustration. The heroic plan to save all his friends from the alien menace still had yet to materialize. “Yeah… that’s the part I’m still working on.”

“Better figure it out quick. The only one they haven’t done any tests on yet is Sophie.”

The last Ben had seen of Sophie, she’d been laid out on the common room table-thing, buried underneath Jenna and Trish, mewling in ecstasy. The memory, fresh and vivid, sent a hot flush to his cheeks. And other places.

Max’s expression softened. “Seriously, dude? I can’t even say her name without you blushing. Listen, you were the one who talked me up when I didn’t have the balls to ask Jenna out. So I owe you the same advice: go tell her you’re interested.”

He slapped Ben’s back, who coughed and sputtered. “Wh-hey! This isn’t the time for that! Even if, you know, I—”

“Now’s the perfect time! Worst case, she shoots you down, and then the aliens erase both your memories. You’re pretty lucky, you know. A lot of guys wish they could forget the time they asked out their crush.”

After a few more moments of Ben fumbling for another denial, Max cut him off again. “You may be fooling yourself, but you can’t fool me. I’ve known you too long. You two nerds are perfect for each other; the only ones who don’t see it are the two of you.”

Clearly, it was useless to argue the point any further, and even if it wasn’t, it would be difficult to do so with the sound of Sophie’s orgasmic squeaking and the image of her bare, writhing body playing over and over through Ben’s head. Instead, he changed the subject. “Okay, well, uh, yeah. You’re right about one thing; they haven’t taken her yet. But what about you? Jenna, Lin, and I have all been picked out by Uukati once, and Trish is out on her second trip right now. Ilaandu has taken you twice already, and you can’t tell us what happened when he did.”

Max shifted uneasily, looking away. It had been his reaction before, whenever they had asked about his absences. “I can’t . I try, but… all I get are these… flashes.”

“Can you… I don’t know… try harder?” Ben knew it was stupid even as the words came out of his mouth, but he had to ask. “It could be important. What are the flashes?”

With a sigh of resignation, Max closed his eyes. There was a pause, as he seemed to be steeling himself. “Following Ilaandu…” Max finally said, his brow furrowing. “Then… lights? I think I’m lying down…”

Sweat beaded on Max’s forehead, and his eyes twitched under their lids. Ben glanced down; his friend’s hands were trembling. Max brought them up, pressing his knuckles into his temples, his face twisting up from the effort. Ben held his breath, not daring to do anything that might break Max’s concentration.

“It’s so bright… I can just see a shape. Someone’s above me. I can’t move…” His eyes screwed tightly shut and he clutched his head. “But there’s… there’s something… in here. He’s in here… and I can feel him moving around… searching…”

For all the crazy, absolutely unbelievable things that each of them had been through, it seemed to Ben like Max had gotten the most stereotypical alien abduction treatment of them all, in all its terror. Whatever Ilaandu’s doing to him, even fragmented memories of it are intense. “Hey man, take it easy, okay? I’m right here. Just relax. I know I said it was important, but you don’t have to do this all at onc—”

Max shot to his feet. In a blink, he grabbed Ben by the shoulders. A frantic mania flashed across his features as he stared Ben in the face. “That’s it! He’s looking for something! In here!” He pointed to his temple, getting even more agitated. “It’s the whole reason for all of this! He wants… wants… what does he want? What is it? What’s in here?”

Ben winced and turned away, half expecting Max to lash out in confused frustration. But it never came. Instead, there was a long silence. When the hands on his shoulders let go, Ben dared to open his eyes again and found Max staring blankly through him. Green light was fading from the orb on his collar.

Without a word, the meathead turned and marched past Ben, not even hesitating as the door swished out of his path. Ben followed him, mouth agape, into the common room.

There, beyond the huddled forms of Lin and Jenna and Sophie, beyond the wall-screen displaying Trish tangling with some indistinct thing, beyond the mindlessly striding Max, in the habitat’s only exit, stood the Overseer.

Pitch-black alien eyes met Ben’s in an inscrutable inspection that left the human feeling as cold and insignificant as a mote of dust between distant stars. Only when Max ed through the habitat door and disappeared down the corridor did Ilaandu look away, departing without a sound.

“Oh no? What do you mean ‘oh no?’”

What followed Amber’s stricken utterance was several moments of distressed, gooey warbling that not even Uukati could turn into coherent speech. Approaching on her knees, Trish put her hands on Amber’s surface, not sure what the blob would find most comforting, but needing to do something, anything.

“Hey! Amber! Talk to me, girl! What’s wrong?”

The alien’s membrane had turned an agitated shade of yellow, but she pulled herself together, drawing up from a despondently churning puddle into an anxiously trembling mound. “It’s your essence,” she said. “I didn’t get the sample. Or rather, the sample isn’t… stable enough.”

“Is that… bad?”

“It is the reason I’m here,” Amber said. She was calming down, though still making small, cute noises that to Trish’s ear sounded uncannily like sniffles. “As an ambassador, I am tasked with making with new species, establishing friendly relations, and returning home with samples of their essence for my people to study and share.”

“But you’re not hurt, right? I didn’t, like, accidentally poison you with my human juices or something?”

A pseudopod rose up from Amber’s body, and mushed against Trish’s face in a reassuring gesture. “Oh, no, your fluids are actually quite agreeable. More agreeable than I expected… Uh, Patricia Ross? This area… your face? It is saltier than before. Is there a significance to that?”

Trish laughed and brushed away the nuzzling appendage. “No, uh, just… I’m glad you’re okay. You scared me for a second, there. What’s the big deal with the essence, anyway? Why’s it so important?”

“It is required for the Reflection. Interviews and observation are helpful, but to best understand and empathize with your species, my people must perform a Reflection using your essence. The sample you provided is viable for now, but it would never survive the journey home.”

“How do you know?” Trish said, peering into Amber’s membrane as though she were a murky fish tank. “I don’t see any… test tubes or science gear or anything in there. Unless you’ve got a hole you haven’t introduced to me yet.”

“Oh, it’s something I can kind of… well, taste might be the closest human sense. I absorbed your essence, and it’s inside me now. You’re inside me. But I’m metabolizing it too quickly. In a few hours, it will be gone.”

Amber’s burbles were becoming tremulous with emotion again. “I… I don’t understand what went wrong. The documents showed how essence could be extracted from humans. The correct physical stimulation to the reproductive organs leads to a physiological response, and then the essence is ejected out.”

“Well, something sure ‘ejected,’” said Trish. The evidence was still sticky on her inner thighs. “We call it an ‘orgasm.’”

Splotches of angsty grey broke out across her membrane again like a virulent infection. “I did everything the documents said to do, and you had an orgasm-response… But your sample is nothing like the one the Researcher supplied from your companions.”

The blob quailed. “Was my performance… inadequate?”

“Inadequ…?” Trish scooped up a pseudopod and pulled it close. “Omigosh, no way! You were so great! I don’t think I’ve ever gotten off that hard! It was…”

She squeezed the squishy protrusion into her chest. “It was amazing.”

After a moment, Amber’s quivering tapered off, and her noises died down enough for Trish to, reluctantly, let the alien go. “Listen, whatever this ‘essence’ stuff is that you need, we’re gonna get it, you hear me? Maybe if you tell me what it’s for, I can figure out how to get you some. You said something about… a ‘reflection?’ What’s that all about?”

“It would be difficult to explain to a… solid, monomorphic lifeform. I wish I could just show you.” Amber deflated like a punctured beach ball. “It is an honored ceremony in our culture, ever since we first explored beyond our homeworld. It allows us to better empathize with other species and understand their perspectives. The greatest Ambassadors have Reflected upon dozens of races during their careers. B-but I’ve never done one unsupervised! Performing a Reflection without the guidance of a more experienced Omneron can be prone to errors. Especially when one is host to multiple samples of essence at once. The results are reportedly… disturbing.”

“So? I believe in you. You said my sample was good for a few hours at least. Give it a whirl, blobby-girl!”

Amber trembled and made a plaintive noise not unlike a rubber chicken. “I… I don’t think that’s wise. The Overseer advised against it. He said the risk of errors was too—”

“The Overseer?” Trish sneered, not caring that Uukati was present. “That pompous, encephalitic bully? Fuck him. You can do it. I’ll be with you the whole time. Just relax and everything’ll be fine. You’ll empathize with me, get all honored and junk, and we’ll get you what you need.”

The expressionless non-face of Amber’s head-bulb stared back at Trish, displaying only a contemplative salmon color. Finally, as though a cloud had ed, it brightened to a rosier pink. “Alright! Let’s try it. It would be a shame to let the opportunity slip away. Please, hold out an appendage.”

Trish sat on her heels, facing Amber, and offered a hand, palm out. The amorphous creature rose up and once again molded herself into a shape analogous to a human, trying to approximate Trish’s posture. She placed a pseudopod into the offered hand, mashing around Trish’s fingers. The chamber fell silent.

For a moment, nothing seemed to be happening. The human leaned forward. “Uh… Is there something I should—”

“Please, Patricia Ross,” Amber said, “just hold still. I need to concentrate.” The orange drifting across her membrane matched the determination of her cooing vocalizations. Then, she went still.

It was startling, to see the subtle, ever-shifting fluidity of Amber’s body abruptly freeze in place. Before Trish’s eyes, the Ambassador’s mass shrank and attenuated, congealing into something even closer to human proportions. Every part of her became denser, gaining first solidity, then definition. The puddle Amber rested upon split and drew up off the floor, forming legs and feet. Amber’s stalk thickened, and the bulb atop it took on the recognizable features of a head. A chin, a nose, and ears sprouted as the rest of the flesh receded, like a sculpture emerging from marble in time-lapse. The pseudopod Trish was holding stretched, forming fingers, which intertwined with Trish’s own in a weak grip. Finally, the chameleonic colors of the alien’s membrane settled on a familiar sun-kissed tan.

Amber opened her eyes.

“Oh my God,” Trish gasped. She was staring at what looked like, for all the world, a clone of herself.

It wasn’t a perfect replica. For one, Amber was totally bald, not a hair on her head or body. And she didn’t have the surgical scar from when Trish shattered her wrist skateboarding, or the shiny patch on her knee where Trish had scraped herself raw in a roller derby. In fact, Amber’s skin seemed entirely unblemished and baby-soft. But in nearly every other respect, the details were uncanny, like looking into a mirror.

Amber looked at Trish, then down at herself with wide eyes, then broke into an even wider grin.

“Ghaaalggh, nyuuhlllaa feeuthh…” she said.

Both of them blinked at one another. A tiny telepathic nudge from Uukati, the equivalent of a gently discouraging head shake, brushed their minds.

On second thought, Amber said sheepishly, I’ll have to master human speech some other time.

Trish was still too awestruck to lament the loss of the endearing color-scent-trilling language, but she nodded anyway. It took humans a while to learn how to work their lips and tongues too, so they’d just have to rely on the Researcher to facilitate Amber’s side of the conversation mentally.

So… how did I turn out? Immediately, Amber brought her hands up to her head, running her fingers over the scalp. She pouted, a look that Trish didn’t make on her own face often, but melted her heart to see on the simulacrum across from her. Hmph. I was hoping to have some hairs, to see how they felt.

“You look… great,” Trish said. Gawd, she looks—I look?—so sexy. Is it narcissistic if I think she’s really hot? I guess I kinda am my own type. Even wearing Trish’s form, though, the alien emoted and moved with the same bubbly cheer and guileless wonder that she did in her natural blobby body. Amber could easily be mistaken for a twin sister, but probably not for Trish herself by anyone who knew her.

Amber made to stand, and the kneeling Trish ed her in the effort. Unused to ts, muscles, or a skeleton, the clone was as wobbly as Bambi on ice, taking several moments to find her footing under her.

“Shows what the Overseer knows. He can take those ‘errors’ and shove ’em… uh…” Trish began, now eye-level with Amber’s crotch. Something waved in front of her face, and she glanced down at it.

A cock.

Trish gasped, falling back on her butt. “Oh! Oh, wow… I… What?”

There, between the Ambassador’s legs, just above her naked pussy, hung a flaccid, uncircumcised member. Amber looked down and was equally astonished. Oh. Um… It seems I made a small mistake during the Reflection after all.

“Uh… I don’t know if I’d call it small…” Trish didn’t have too much recreational experience with cocks, but she paid enough attention in her anatomy classes to tell that this one was bigger than average. And there was something so… familiar about it.

“Say, Amber? You said the errors happen when you have more than one sample, right?”

Yes, that’s right.

The human couldn’t tear her eyes away from that phallus. It was as if it had a magnetic pull on her. She leaned in closer and inhaled, taking in an intoxicating male musk she’d smelled before. It seemed to swell in gratitude.

“A-and you said Uukati gave you some samples from ‘my companions?’ Stable ones, ones you could bring home?”

The cock twitched under her gaze, and Trish’s heart fluttered. Correct.

“I’m guessing they were from the boys.” Trish had only seen two penises up close, and both had belonged to her male friends. One when the Overseer had paraded a blanked-out, naked Max through the common room, and the other… the other had belonged to Ben, when he’d stuffed her full of it… last night? Sheesh, that feels like a lifetime ago already.

The cock in front of her appeared to be a blend of both men. In size, shape, and color, it was more or less the average between the two. There were no testicles—a fact that faintly disappointed Trish—but rather the member seemed to sprout directly from where the clitoris should have been, at the top of Amber’s smooth slit.

“C-can I… I just wanna… um…” Trish looked up at Amber, pleading.

Amber smiled brightly. By all means. This is what a Reflection is all about. To experience the universe through the senses of a different lifefo-

“Ahhnn!” Amber said out loud. She hadn’t been prepared for Trish to wrap a hand around the base of her dick and give a gentle squeeze. It lurched and rose to horizontal. Th-that’s… very nice. I wasn’t expecting your membrane to be so s-sensitive.

She was even less prepared for a few experimental strokes. Now at full, throbbing erection, the cock was out of the way for Trish to inspect her own womanhood—by proxy—from a surreal new angle. Her free hand stroked and probed Amber’s vulva with the same care she’d shown to dozens of bi-curious girls and found it already dewy. Its twin, still attached to Trish’s pelvis, tingled in sympathy.

“This. Is. So. Fucking. Cool!” she whispered. Under other circumstances, she might have explored that pussy for hours, just for the sheer strange novelty. But her attention inexorably drifted back to the cock in her other hand.

She just couldn’t help it. The scent. The heat. The pulsating firmness. Any concerns about ceremonies or essence were gone. She wanted… she had to…

Trish parted her lips and took Amber’s head into her mouth.

“Gaaaghh!” Amber, already shaky on her feet, nearly toppled over. Trish felt hands on her shoulders, seeking , and she paused just long enough to give Amber a chance to brace her stance before continuing.

Giving fellatio was an entirely new adventure to Trish, and for a while, it took all her concentration. She briefly found herself wishing she could go back to the tent, where she had shown Ben how girls liked to get oral, to ask him how boys liked theirs. Each pussy was a unique and delightful puzzle, but this cock, and the way it sought to plunge ever deeper past her lips, was a challenge of a different sort. Good thing Trish had always relished challenges.

Lucky too, that the cock in question had the same level of experience getting sucked as Trish had in sucking, so Amber made no complaints. Years of learning how to read her partners’ bodies and their responses to pleasure served her well, even with different parts in her mouth. She bobbed her head, and Amber moaned. She swirled her tongue around the smooth cock-head, and Amber’s legs locked and quivered. She held the tip with her lips and stroked the shaft with her hand, and Amber made a tangle of Trish’s hair while pawing at the top of her head. Based on the she was getting, Trish was sure she’d be, if not a master, at least a cock-sucking journeyman in no time.

Plus, fingering a pussy was so second nature to Trish, she could keep it up even while otherwise distracted. Her digits thrust and curled and stroked the g-spot just the way she loved having it done to her own. The two-pronged assault on Amber’s separate genitalia had the alien’s toes curling and voice making noises Trish had never heard herself make before. Noises that could only come from someone who was learning about human sensations without ever learning human inhibitions.

P-please… Patricia Ross, please… slow down! This is very, very pleasant, b-but I don’t believe we’ll be able to get the sample this way.

With a reluctance that bordered on petulance, Trish pulled her head away, letting the cock out of her mouth with a pop and a giggle. “Ugh, fiiiiiine. Just when I was hitting my stride. So, do you have any ideas on how we’re gonna get my essence outta me?”

The look on Amber’s face—God, it’s still so weird to see me looking back—was not the look of someone who had a confident idea.

Given the evidence from the males, I suspect that the best sample would consist of reproductive material. I was thinking… with this physiology, I might be able to get deeper inside you, to access your purest essence.

Trish quirked an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You got pretty deep inside me with your normal physiology.”

Yes, I did, Amber said with a nervous smile, but perhaps your body will respond better to a more natural organ inside it. One it has evolved to accept.

If Trish were honest, it sounded like Amber wasn’t sure at all, but wanted to try something and see if it stuck. And if the very first something she tried just happened to involve sticking her needy dick into the only pussy in sight, well, that was probably not a coincidence. And if Trish were being especially honest, she was happy for the excuse too. Despite the monster of an orgasm Amber gave her already, slobbering all over that dick had gotten her wet and tingly and achingly aware of how empty her cunt was at this very moment.

Trish lay down, easing her back onto the firm but yielding material of the floor while she licked Amber’s juices from her fingers. “Come here, gorgeous,” she said, beckoning to Amber with her arms outstretched.

The clone sank back to her knees, cock waving and bobbing to and fro. Amber nearly lost her balance, but Trish was able to catch her and control her descent until the two were face to face, the alien kneeling between her spread legs. They both giggled.

I, uh, studied the documents about human mating during the journey, but… the actual mechanics were somewhat elusive to me. I’m afraid I don’t… I don’t know exactly how it is done…

Even as she confessed, her hips were rocking back and forth, grinding her cock teasingly against Trish’s opening. The body Amber was borrowing had an inkling, on an instinctual level, even if its pilot didn’t.

“It’s okay,” Trish said breathlessly. “I’m pretty new to it myself. Stick it in and d-do what feels natural. Just h-hurry up and… and please fuck me!”

Trish’s words spurred Amber on, her stiff, hot prick seeking the source of the heat and wetness like a bloodhound scenting a trail. Am I… Is this… the correct… the alien started to say, but then her glans found Trish’s entrance, and, with a jerk of her hips, plunged in. “Huuaahhgg!”

It was a good thing Trish had been positively dripping by that point, because Amber was big, and not entirely in control of herself. It was different from the tender deflowering Ben had given her the night before. Amber was grunting and panting, her tongue lolling out as her hips spasmed with every jolt of pleasure that raced along her nerves. In moments, she collapsed onto Trish, the two mashing their tits together and wrapping their arms around one another in a ionate rutting frenzy.

“Ah! Oh fuck! S-slow!” Trish whimpered, even as she writhed. “Go… uhhn… go sloweeer… ahhh…”

It didn’t do much good, nor did she have her heart set on it either. The discomfort of the stretching sensation was rapidly giving way to pleasure.

I-I am not hurting you am I? Worry mixed with desire on the Ambassador’s face. I am so sorry! I will stop… I… oh! So gooood… B-but I must…

It seemed doubtful that Amber would be able to curb her humping, let alone stop it, but even the prospect sent a flash of fear through Trish. “No! Don’t stop! Keep—ahh!—keep going! Please!”

To underscore her commitment, the coed grabbed the back of Amber’s smooth head and pulled her into a kiss.

“Mmmmphmm!” Amber whined. Oh, Patrica R-Ross! Is this… is this kissing? This was also in the documents. I never thought I would actually get to… to try it…

Just like that, the fever had broken. Whether it was due to a new sensory distraction, Trish’s show of superior skill, or Amber’s intellectual curiosity about the cultural practice, their sloppy, tongue-twining makeout brought the thrusting to a less hurried—though no less satisfying—pace. It was just what Trish needed to fully relax and let herself climb toward her peak.

That peak wasn’t long in coming. Trish had long considered herself something of a hedonist. She sought out a variety of sexual experiences and explored her own body with a mind as open as her legs. But with the combination of feminine and masculine, of hardness and softness, of familiar pleasures and exciting novel ones, Amber was pushing buttons Trish hadn’t known were there. When the orgasm came, it caught her by surprise.

She broke the kiss and gasped, squeezing Amber with hugging arms, entwining legs, and a clenching pussy. “Oh Gawd! Yes! Fuck! Yes! I’m-I’m-haaaah!”

That was all it took to push Amber over as well. I… I feel strange… Something… something is happening!

“AAAGHH!” she cried, bucking one last time, as deep as she could get. Something hot erupted from the spasming member, flooding Trish’s womb. Or at least that’s what it felt like, amidst the fire-work show of her orgasm-addled brain. The Ambassador continued to spurt and twitch and pant for several moments until Trish let her go, and the clone flopped onto the floor beside her.

That was… astounding! Amber said. I would never have guessed your mating instincts were so powerful. I completely lost control.

“S’toundin’... yuh…” Trish slurred. She was steeping in too many happy chemicals to bother with coherent speech. Until the feeling abated, she idly stroked her tingly, slightly-sore pussy, playing with the sticky mess she found there. It had the alien’s original scent to it, sweet, floral notes that filled her with giddy delight.

Both of them stared up at the ceiling lights with dopey grins for a while as they caught their breath. After another minute, Trish wiped up a spot of drool Amber had left on her shoulder and giggled. “Whew! Did you… did you get the… stuff?”

I… uh. Hmm… Amber sat up on one elbow, looking puzzled. I don’t believe I obtained your essence. In fact… I appear to have lost something.

“Huh?” Trish summoned the strength to get upright and glanced Amber up and down. “Uh, where’d your dick go?”

The phallus was gone, and in its place was a smooth, fleshy patch above Amber’s slit that was slightly discolored from the rest of her skin. In a few more moments, it molded itself, like living clay, into the familiar nub of a clit. It was as if the clone had been a perfect copy all along.

I think, in all the… excitement, I lost my concentration on the Reflection, Amber said, not sounding entirely sure. I’ve heard of this happening to other Ambassadors, during particularly intense rituals. They never mention expelling so much mimeoplasm, though.

Trish laughed it off. “Yeah, it was a pretty big load. I think. I’ve only got one other to compare it to.”

As she went back to touch the slippery residue, though, she found none. The usual mix of sweat and juice that Trish was well acquainted with was still there, but none of the copious spunk she was sure Amber had spilled inside her. Before she could even wonder where it all had gone, the post-coital tingles she had been enjoying became a less welcome prickling, worsening in moments into an anesthetic numbness. It spread out from her pussy, filling her entire pelvis.

“Wha… What’s happening? What did you…” Trish clamped her legs together, rolling onto her side as the prickling became burning, like fire in her guts.

Amber rushed to her side, awkward but earnest. I… I do not know? Are you having some kind of reaction? Researcher? Is Patricia Ross in danger?

The moments it took Uukati to answer felt like the longest of Trish’s life. Longer than any wait for scores from judges after a routine. Even longer than the silence from her parents after she came out to them. All she could do was clench her teeth and hope it was over soon.

Please do not be alarmed. Scans indicate that the reaction is not life-threatening, the Interpreter finally said. Trish might have been imagining it, but the professional calm in Uukati’s telepathy sounded brittle. She decided not to contemplate what it meant that the person in charge might have been just as worried and confused as she was. Your vitals appear to be returning to normal now.

Mercifully, the burning subsided just as quickly as it had struck. An altogether less pleasant sheen of sweat now covered her naked body and matted her hair. “That hurt worse than a period cramp. Thank God it didn’t last as long.”

She took a few deep breaths and finally un-fetaled herself to sit up. And the second she did, Amber bowled her over again, hugging her tightly. I’m so thankful you are okay! I’m so sorry! I should never have attempted the Reflection. It was foolish and reckless an-

“Easy, easy!” Trish cried. From the way Amber was mewling and trying to envelop Trish, the alien seemed to have forgotten she wasn’t a blob anymore. She was even dragging her tongue all over Trish’s skin, as she would a sensing pseudopod. “I’m fine, I think, just…Hey, could you…”

Their bodies were pressed together again, though with a marked uptick in flailing limbs and apologies. Still, in the tangle of arms and legs, the warmth and friction were starting to get pleasant again, not unlike a few mud wrestling bouts Trish ed fondly. Before long, she felt a lump between them growing and hardening. “Yo, Tee One Thousand, I think your little friend is back.”

Amber paused in her contrition, puzzled. That’s… not possible. I no longer have your male companions’ essence. The mimeoplasm that stored those samples was among the fluids I expelled when I…

The two locked eyes, blinked, and in unison, looked down.

The cock was indeed back. Attached to Trish.

“Oh fuck. Oh shit. Ofuckoshitofuckoshit!” She scrambled to her knees, looking down like a snake was staring back at her from her crotch. Shock and terror and glee and disbelief were all vying for the predominant emotion in Trish’s reeling mind. “I have a dick. You gave me a dick. Look at my dick!”

I am so sorry, Patricia Ross! Amber wailed. I had no idea your body would react to my mimeoplasm this way. Such a thing is unheard of! I’ve… I’ve failed so badly at being an Ambassador. Please do not hold my mistakes against my species. The responsibility to look after your well-being was mine, and I promise I’ll find a way to restore your body to-

“No!” Trish said, faster than she’d meant to. “Shut up, you sweet, beautiful idiot! I’m fine! Great, even. I just… need to think for a second…”

Regardless of how she felt about it, her new appendage seemed to appreciate all the attention it was getting. Sweet baby Sappho, she could feel it swelling. Trish was no stranger to the sensation of a clit engorging, getting bigger and firmer and more sensitive as the blood circulated through it, but this growth was an order of magnitude more intense. Skin stretched and flushed darker as the tissue beneath throbbed and strained against its limits and she reached what she could only assume was full erection.

It was surreal. All the nerve endings of her clit were still there, but spread out over a larger area. They projected her sensations outward, into the space in front of her, seeking stimulation. And the weight of it. Every time her hips moved even slightly, it swayed. Every time her internal muscles tightened, it lurched. With every beat of her heart, it bobbed.

Trish pushed it down with a finger, then let it go, just to test its springiness. She gripped the shaft, feeling just how hard it was, before giving herself an experimental stroke. It felt good.

“Hmmmmh, fuck. This is so wild.” She stroked a few more times, her hips protruding forward, savoring the sensations.

Amber crawled to her, eyes locked on the cock—my cock, Trish reminded herself. The alien seemed mesmerized by it. My mimeoplasm seems to have… reached a symbiotic equilibrium with your body. It is… a part of you now.

The revelation was fascinating, but had to share Trish’s attention with continued self-pleasure. “Whassat mean? I just have this dick now? Permanently?”

I do not know, Amber itted, looking up to Trish with undisguised wonder in her eyes. We have long since left behind any precedent I am familiar with. A strong sample can last for many weeks before the mimeoplasm has broken it down. Fresh infusions of material can prolong this indefinitely, of course. Oh my… it smells strongly of you… of your human… musk…

All while she stared, Amber had been drifting closer, nearly slithering along the floor. Soon, she was inches away, still fixated on its tip, now decorated with Trish’s first bead of precum. May I… inspect it, Patricia Ross?

Trish moved her hand away, letting her prick point right at Amber’s forehead. She felt her clone’s hot breath on her skin. “Hah… yeah. Yeah, go ahead,” she said, gulping.

Amber was still, at heart, a creature who relied on other senses much more than sight. Once she had taken in all her eyes could offer, she held the shaft in both hands. For languid seconds, she squeezed and caressed, plundering Trish’s cock for its tactile treasures. Then, like a fish to a lure, her mouth opened wide and engulfed the head.

Trish’s hips bucked involuntarily, sliding her cock in another inch deeper. “Hnn! Fuuuck… Warn a girl next time, would ya…”

“Mmmphmmmph…” the alien replied, and there wasn’t enough of a coherent thought there for Uukati to on to Trish. She almost seemed drunk, like a feral addict in the middle of getting a fix, but already seeking the next one. Amber was just as new to sucking cock as the human had been, but made up for it with enthusiasm. Her tongue was a twisting, wriggling thing, leaving glistening smears of saliva wherever it went, and her brow was furrowed in deep concentration.

The overwhelmed human stroked and rubbed her double’s smooth, bare scalp, more in encouragement than to influence Amber’s pace. Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to make sense of the new stimuli, but that only seemed to intensify them. Without any input from her conscious mind—not that anyone was really at the wheel anyway—Trish’s hips began to move back and forth in a rhythm vaguely complimentary to Amber’s sucking. Even the sounds heightened the blowjob. Some of the noises coming from Amber didn’t seem possible for a human mouth to make; at least not one who had even the slightest notion of modesty. The guttural groans and wet slurps punctuated every greedy plunge her gullet made down Trish’s length. Less and less of that length remained dry, until Amber’s lips reached the very base and her nose pressed into Trish’s pubic bone.

I guess my gag reflex is nurture, not nature Trish mused to herself, once her eyes uncrossed and her brain restarted. “F-fuck, you-you’re rully goo—ughh!—good at this…”

She wasn’t even sure if Amber heard her. At this point, the alien’s relationship status with breathing had been set to “it’s complicated.” Tastes soo goood… she babbled. Need more… Must get more…

“N-not enough for ya? Ahhgn! That’s all the c-cock I’ve got!” But even as she said it, she could tell that wasn’t true. An electric tingle started to build with each pump, a pressure mounting in her core. Impossibly, her fuck-stick found another gear of size and firmness. She was climbing to a familiar peak from a brand new side of the mountain. “Oh fuck… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

As if sensing the change, Amber deepthroated Trish to the hilt once again. The muscles of her throat massaged Trish’s cock from all sides, and her tongue managed to squirm partway into Trish’s pussy below. Trish’s entire body clenched as though jolted by a live wire. “Haaahh!” Her thrusts turned into spasmodic jerking as the dam burst and the pressure found its release.

Later, she would be fascinated to compare and contrast the experience of cumming with different equipment. To fully explore the distinct sensations of penetrating and being penetrated. To appreciate the commonalities of the orgasms, and how they diverged. But that level of thoughtful analysis would have to wait. Those kinds of thinky-thoughts were currently spraying the back of Amber’s throat.

Each time her cock lurched, another shot of fluid disappeared down the alien’s insatiable maw. When Trish threatened to lose her balance, Amber grabbed onto her ass just to stay clamped down as far as she could be. Every gulk gulk gulk sound of swallowing sent fresh spikes of pleasure through anatomies old and new. It was all… too much…

Trish returned to consciousness on her back. From the way her breath was still ragged and her pulse was still pounding, no more than a few moments had ed. Amber was above her, looking down with an expression of concern and a string of drool mixed with cum dangling from her lip.

Are you alright, Patricia Ross? You were breathing very quickly, then briefly not at all. Was that another one of your orgasm-responses?

Blinking the last few spots from her vision, Trish grinned up at her own face. “Holy. Fucking. Shit. I’ve never cum so hard I blacked out before. Where did you learn to suck like that? If this Ambassador gig doesn’t work out, come back to Earth and we could make a killing pimping out that mouth of yours.”

Amber beamed, as though an offer to prostitute her was the highest compliment. I began by imitating what you had done for me. ittedly, I got a little carried away, and the rest just seemed to be instinct. Even in a human body, something about your biochemistry is so potently exhilarating. So rich and vital and… and…

For a moment, Amber lost her place, distracted by something. Trish was about to nudge her, when the faraway look gave way to astonished joy. The essence! she squealed. I have it! Before Trish knew it, Amber had flopped on top of her, showering her with sloppy kisses and licks.

The process of un-Reflecting might have been the worst body horror Trish could dredge up from a nightmare if she hadn’t already seen it happen in the opposite direction. Amber’s dragging tongue slowly distended and merged with her jaws. Klutzy groping morphed into wriggling caresses as bones softened and digits retreated. Every distinct feature melted away like hot wax, retreating into a formless mass, as though Amber’s clone body had been held together by a single huge muscle and she had just let it relax. It helped Trish to stomach the sight when the rapidly expanding macromoeboid had all the exuberance of a slimy, playful puppy trying to pin her down with snuggles.

“Wha-hey! Wait a-hey, c’mon!” Trish said, laughing and squirming and trying not very hard at all to make Amber stop. “What happened? You got it?”

“Yes! The fluids you released into me contained the two distinct essences of the original samples, even purer than before. But there is a new one as well, the richest essence of the three. It’s you! Thanks to you, I now have examples of both human sexes. I can’t wait to bring it back to Omneros! When everyone has had a chance to digest my report, I have no doubt that Reflections of humans will be in high demand.”

It wouldn’t be until later that Trish would wonder how creatures without eyes or hands would deliver reports, and whether or not “digest” was meant literally. Right now, Trish was just as ecstatic as her newest friend and lover. “That’s fuckin’ awesome blobby-girl! We did it!”

The two cuddled for a while, Amber on top, giving gentle rhythmic squeezes to the human’s body, while Trish stroked the macromoeboid’s contented mauve membrane. Before either could fully slip into a post-coital slumber, a telepathic nudge ed from Uukati to Amber, just at the edges of Trish’s perception. With a groan that needed no translation, Amber reluctantly slithered off. “The Researcher says our time is up. Thank you very much for your cooperation. I believe this first between our peoples has been most fruitful.”

“It was certainly something,” said Trish, with a lopsided grin. “I’m so glad I got to meet you, Amber. Although… is this permanent?” She held the base of her flaccid member and jiggled it around.

Splotches of grey mottled Amber’s otherwise rosy exterior. “I can try to reabsorb it if you wish, but it might be dangerous. The mimeoplasm transplant seems to be in symbiosis with your body’s systems now, so I don’t know what would happen if we attempted to remove it. Do you… not wish to keep it?”

“Oh, no, I do. It’s fucking awesome! I’m just… going to have some explaining to do when I get home, I guess…” But even as she looked down at the appendage, Trish brought her awareness to the inner workings of her pelvis. Countless hours of gymnastics meant she had a strong command of every muscle one might care to flex down there, but as she started to concentrate on the area between her legs… there was something new. Not just on the outside, but snaking and branching deep into her abdomen. Closing her eyes, Trish almost felt like she could pick out how to squeeze…

A curious trill from Amber prompted Trish to open her eyes. Glancing from the attentive Ambassador down to her cock, she realized it had shrunk to half of its previous dimensions. Tensing the mysterious new muscle again made her dick retract further and further until it had vanished completely, leaving her with a perfectly normal clit once again. And yet her awareness of the alien organ remained, somewhere inside. “Woah.”

“Remarkable,” Amber agreed. “You can think of it as a gift if you like. A part of me to bring home with you, just as I am bringing a part of you home with me.”

“Not the kind of ‘cultural exchange’ they’re usually talking about,” Trish said, “but I like it. I’ll have to mess around with that some more when I’m alone. Or with the right friends.”

That shall have to wait, I’m afraid. The sudden presence of the Researcher behind her almost made Trish yelp. You are to be returned to your habitat, Patricia Ross. And I suggest the both of you rehydrate at your earliest convenience.

Trish sighed and exaggerated sigh. “Whelp, guess the buzzkill from beyond the stars says I’ve hit curfew. Better go. Bye Amber!”

She waved goodbye, and Amber returned the gesture with a pseudopod, cooing in satisfaction as she returned to her circular basin in the room’s center. Both were still waving when the doors finally swished closed.