by Gentry Race
Cosma leaned back, threw back her hair and slowly opened her legs. Trevor came closer to her, and she pushed his head down. Then she grabbed one side of her panties and pulled them to the side, exposing her engorged, sweet lips. Like a keystone in an arch, she rubbed the top half with two fingers just before sliding them lower.
With a kiss, Trevor then moved his tongue outward, tasting her sweet juices. He couldn’t help but glance upward and see Cosma’s face in pure pleasure. She grabbed his head with both hands and pushed him harder into her. Another set of hands grabbed his waist. Trevor was alarmed at first until he remembered she was half primate and her feet were hands. She was wet. Trevor had never felt so turned on.
SNAP!
Cosma pushed Trevor off her, then hurriedly grabbed her suit and pulled it up. She reached for the fire and grabbed a stick glowing hot with embers, and aimed it toward the tree line. Her beautiful eyes were strong, darting across the cold jungle around them.
“What was that?” she asked.
“I think that’s called a mood killer,” Trevor said, phasing his limp dick back into his pants.
Cosma walked further toward the tree line.
SNAP!
“There it is again!” Cosma said.
“Maybe it was the fire?” Trevor asked, now standing just behind her as if to protect himself.
He could see her focus. Her head snapped in one direction, and she slowly stepped forward. The pads of her hand-like feet touched the ground softly. After a few minutes, the pair heard nothing.
“Come on,” Cosma said as she turned to Trevor with a disappointed frown. “Let’s get some rest. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“I was afraid you’d say that,” Trevor said.
10
The Baghdad Battery
The makeshift bed made of broken branches and leaves stuck into Trevor’s back like needles in a pincushion. He shifted his weight to his other shoulder, but could not get comfortable. That’s when he felt his body spooning Cosma’s. Her hair, despite being half-animal and jet white, smelled like fields of lavender. Trevor inhaled, taking in the fragrant perfume through his nose. He had never been this close to a real… well, half-woman before.
His back was warmed by the flickering fire as it crackled and popped from the dry kindling.
SNAP!
Trevor felt Cosma pop up in alarm. “What was that?”
“No,” he soothed, shading his face from the warm daylight that was increasing by the minute. He inched closer to her for a full snuggle. “That’s just the fire.”
Cosma laid her head back down, resting it over her bent arm. He felt her push her butt closer to him.
SNAP!
Cosma pushed him away and sat up. “There it is again.”
Trevor sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and scanned the tree line just beyond the flickering waves of heat from the fire. Sticking out like a sore thumb, a woman clad in a white skirt, torn thigh-high pantyhose, and a nurse’s cap stood with folded paneled skin arms. Her expression was hesitant but cheerful.
“Ms. Joy?” Trevor asked, standing up and making sure nothing was phasing out when it shouldn’t be.
“You know her?” Cosma asked, standing firmly in place and crossing her arms with a disapproving look.
“How long have you been there?” Trevor asked, reaching down and picking up a pile of leaves and sticks. He walked gracefully over to her and sprinkled the leaves around her shoulders. “You must be cold.”
Ms. Joy showed a look of confusion before reaching out and embracing him with a long hug. “I’m so sorry, Trevor. I never meant for Dr. Beta to hurt you.”
THUNK!
Trevor felt a small rock pelt the back of his head. He turned around to see Cosma up in arms.
“Hello?” she demanded. “Why are you hugging a Femroid that just tried to kill us?”
“No, no,” he said from between the two women. “It’s not what you think.”
“Well, that’s what I saw,” Cosma said.
“I had to obey, or Dr. Beta would have reset my memories,” Ms. Joy explained. “When I saw you get away, I convinced the other Femroids to go looking in the other direction.”
“Ya see?” Trevor said with a smile to Cosma. “They would have found us by now, if it weren’t for her.”
“How long have you been there?” Cosma asked, her tone shifting slightly to more curious.
“All night,” Ms. Joy said plainly.
“I knew it,” Cosma said, walking back to the fire and sitting down. “You were watching us.”
Trevor pulled Ms. Joy to sit down with him by the fire. Her soft yet metallic paneled skin was whiter than usual. He placed his hand at the small of her back and looked at Cosma with a sincere look of concern. She rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t want to… interrupt,” Ms. Joy continued. “You two looked like you were having fun.”
“No, Ms. Joy,” Trevor said, entertained by the thought of someone watching him while he got it on. “You are always welcome. Hell, you could have joined us.”
“Well,” Ms. Joy said, surprised, looking at Cosma. “You sure have changed. What happened to the sweet boy from the lab?”
He smiled nervously and blushed a vibrant blue. “I’m still the same… just a little bluer.”
Ms. Joy looked at Cosma. “Is that true?”
Cosma smiled, reaching for a makeshift poker and stirring the coals. “I didn’t know Trevor before his accident.”
“Oh?” Ms. Joy said, adopting a smug expression. “You should have. He was the bees knees.”
Cosma shot up from her perch. “Listen, we don’t have time to argue over who hooked up with the better version. Right now, Trevor and I need to figure out a way to get back to MolecuLabs.”
“Well,” Ms. Joy said, “What’s holding you back?”
“Forget it, you wouldn’t understand.” Cosma said, walking off with her arms crossed, pondering their next move.
“It’s my suit,” Trevor blurted out. “I have Teleportation abilities, but my batteries are fried.”
“Batteries?” Ms. Joy said, placing her soft silicone hand on his thigh. “You can have my battery core.”
Trevor looked at Cosma, who was sneaking a keen eye and eavesdropping on what Ms. Joy was offering.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“My battery core is efficient to run for fifty cycles,” Ms. Joy said, rubbing her lower belly. “Would that be efficient?”
“Forget it, Joy,” Cosma said, seeming more annoyed as she rolled her eyes. “If we pull your battery, you die.”
“I would never let anything happen to you, Ms. Joy,” Trevor added, looking back at Cosma. “We are a unit now.”
Ms. Joy smiled and thought for a moment.
“What if I could be one for you?” she said, reaching for her crotch.
Trevor arched his eyebrow in surprise and asked, “Be one for me?”
“Have you ever heard of a Baghdad Battery?” she asked.
“No,” Trevor said, confirming with Cosma that she also didn’t know.
“The Baghdad Battery was a set of artifacts found in Iraq dating between 150 BC and 1650 AD,” Ms. Joy said, grabbing a twig from the fire to draw on the ground. “These three artifacts were a ceramic pot, a copper tube and a rod of iron.”
Cosma listened carefully as she sat next to Trevor, eyeing the drawings Ms. Joy had carved into the ground.
“Now,” Ms. Joy continued, “Archeologists believe this was an ancient battery, that it could produce a charge if combined with an electrolyte solution like vinegar, wine, or lemon juice to produce an electrochemical reaction.”
Trevor stared mutely at the ground, like the facts Ms. Joy had presented just flew over his head at light speed.
“Huh?” he asked.
“Don’t be so dull, Trevor,” Cosma said, grabbing another twig from the fire and spelling it out. “She is saying if you put the copper around the iron and place it in an acidic
bath, the result could produce electricity… like a battery.”
‘Oh,” he said, shaking his head. “Well, where would we get a ceramic pot, copper tube, and an iron rod?”
“Not to mention an electrolyte solution,” Cosma added.
Ms. Joy began to draw a female robotic figure next to the ancient items and then she looked at Trevor to see his reaction. He tilted his head in puzzlement.
“Well?” Ms. Joy asked.
“What is it?” he asked.
She quickly added lines for the thighs of the robot, and large breasts. Trevor now understood what she was getting at.
“So it’s you?” he asked.
Cosma palmed her forehead at his slow conclusion.
“My upgrade,” Ms. Joy explained, pointing to her vagina, “carries three of the things we need. Containment, copper lining, and acidic juices — which you know all too well.”
“I do?” Trevor asked, blushing and trying not to look at Cosma’s envious expression.
“Yes,” Ms. Joy said. “Remember? Back at the lab? You saw a bit of my… secretions.”
Trevor thought back to when he was a normal Joe, just working his route as a custodial technician at MolecuLab. That all felt so long ago. Then he remembered the generous treatment he received from Ms. Joy and how he blew her mind. Gone were the crazy wires she had under that wig. Now she was hotter than before, save for her leggings, which were torn from making her way through the jungle to see him. But nevertheless, she was here and offering a strange solution. He could see she had mechanical aptitude.
“But what about the iron… rod?” Cosma asked; Trevor could tell she was embarrassed to ask the obvious question.
“When I was in Dr. Beta’s lair, watching him talk to the Russian general,” Ms. Joy continued, “I saw Trevor come through the iron wall. He was actually binding with it.”
“You are correct, madam,” Trevor said overconfidently, showing off for Cosma. “Anita said my molecules are unstable and I can bond with materials. You should have seen what they had me go through. I integrated with a toilet at one point.”
“That’s great to hear,” Cosma said, wiping her lips slowly in disgust.
Trevor cringed from her response and fell silent, looking back at the drawings on the ground. He thought about Ms. Joy’s plan for a moment, and then it hit him.
“Wait, you want me to turn my dick into an iron rod?”
“He gets it!” Cosma said sardonically, raising her hands in the air.
“And you want me to…” he said slowly.
“Put it inside her vagina!” Cosma blurted out.
Trevor felt relieved not having to say it himself, and yet was slightly aroused at the words. Do electronic women dream of orgasms?
“The more friction, the more electricity we can produce,” Ms. Joy said, now looking at Trevor’s crotch.
“So…” he ventured. “What do I do now?”
“Whip it out, lover boy,” Cosma said. “We haven’t got all day.”
“But how can I recreate the iron without it actually being here?” he asked.
“Haven’t you heard of muscle memory?” Cosma asked with a smile.
Trevor stood up and closed his eyes for a second. Without hesitation, he felt his penis phase through the suit’s material. He looked down to see Ms. Joy and Cosma on their knees. The visual of having two beautiful women — errr, creatures — eyeing his wang was extraordinary.
His penis was growing by the second. Ms. Joy was the first to grab it, stroking the shaft up and down.
"That’s it,” she coaxed. “We just need it a bit harder.”
“Yeah,” Cosma said, inching closer to where Ms. Joy’s mouth was, near Trevor’s cock. “We need this iron wrought hard.”
Trevor felt Ms. Joy’s mouth open and engulf the head of his dick. She gave it a good slobbering and then passed it to Cosma. Trevor could feel that Cosma was no stranger to handling cock. She held his shaft at the base, wavering it side to side, grasping all of him that was engorged. Her tongue ran up the side of his shaft and then she fully mounted for a good suck. Up and down she savored every contour of his ghostly dick. Trevor rolled his eyes in pleasure. He thought he couldn’t get any harder, but then he did.
“It’s working.” Ms. Joy squealed, looking at Cosma in excitement. “Now I need the juices to flow.”
Trevor looked down to see his hard dick was now made of straight wrought iron, the same that composed Dr. Beta’s lair. Ms. Joy fell back onto her elbows and opened her legs. As she inched up her tight white pencil skirt, Cosma moved to her, pulling her stringed panties to the side. She mounted Ms. Joy and began to kiss her.
Trevor marveled at the sight of Ms. Joy’s upgrades and Cosma’s warrior’s ass — so plump, even despite her still being suited up. Just like the Femroids back at Beta’s lair, Ms. Joy’s and Cosma’s pelvises were tight against each other, rhythmically grinding back and forth. Trevor grabbed onto Cosma’s hips while she wrapped her legs onto Ms. Joy’s. Her hips squeezed through the tight space suit, and she flipped her white hair back, giving Trevor a nod of approval.
Trevor lowered his iron rod of a cock just below Cosma’s suited muff and entered Ms. Joy. At first his dick felt tight — like a large, brooding mass trying to fit inside a tiny crawl space. But then the sensation gave way and Trevor pushed deeper.
“Don’t cum inside me, Trevor,” Ms. Joy said. “The upgrade can reproduce.”
He dismissed the warning and watched the women kiss. Cosma was grinding hard on Ms. Joy’s newly upgraded, pearled clit. She unhitched the neck latch of her suit and pulled it down, showing those perfect breasts bouncing from the movement of the iron pounding Trevor was giving Ms. Joy. What was a smooth gliding thrust, became surrounded with more juices from within, sopping his cock wet.
A tingling sensation began to build. Trevor felt the large load starting to move its way inside his body, trying to find its way out. He looked down to see his balls glowing and tiny sparks arcing around his iron pipe. The electricity was building. He rammed Ms. Joy harder and watched her eyes of pleasure.
“I’m almost there,” he moaned.
Cosma rocked harder and said, “Think of home… there’s no place like home.”
“Bone… There’s no place like bone,” Trevor repeated.
He thrust back and forth. An aggressive beam of light arced from his neck down to his dick and around Cosma, where he gripped her with his hands. He pulled out his iron rod dick and stroked it hard, bursting all over Cosma’s backside. She rolled over Ms. Joy and grabbed Trevor’s cock, taking his gelatinous white goo in her mouth and swallowing it whole, like he was the last ice cream man she would ever see. Trevor and Cosma grew into a fiery blue glow and circumvented with plasma.
The surrounding plants jostled hard from the energy. For a moment, Trevor could see, in the shadows, a horrible, fish scaly looking man, watching them beyond the brush. It was Dr. Beta.
But he was too late; Trevor and Cosma were gone in a flash as pure pleasure left Ms. Joy.
11
The Return
Anita Dickens sat at her computer console looking blindly at the monitor, which hadn’t provided an update for more than a day. Where can he be? she wondered to herself. She rubbed her legs slowly, feeling confined within the full-dress pantyhose she was wearing.
Her father had always taught her to cover up; he had raised her from the time she was a small child, when her mother passed away. He had shown her everything science could offer, but it came with the restrictiveness of leggings. She wished she could be free to be herself.
Dr. Dickens was sitting rigidly on the couch, asleep, as if he had just finished a marathon. What sounded like him getting up actually turned out to be a signal trying to break through.
Anita shot up from her chair. She typed furiously into the terminal, command line after command line. A message finally began scrolling across the screen.
Prepare for Return Teledeportation
Anit
a looked back at her father, who was now awake. He got up and executed a series of insignificant movements: cleaning the office and fixing the pillows, as if he was expecting guests. He sat back down and placed his hands on his lap. His cockeyed stare didn’t complement his wild, Einstein-like hairdo.
“Dad,” Anita balked. “What are you doing?”
Every piece of electronic equipment, from the CB radio to the computer console, began to light up wildly. Anita looked around in alarm, having never seen such a sight. She noticed tiny bits of what looked like dust beginning to swirl in the back of the room, by the sofa her father was on.
Anita pulled her father from the couch. She could see the outline of two figures now. One sitting and the other crouching over his nether regions. Another minute passed, and it was obvious what she was seeing: Trevor, his hands behind his head, and a dark-skinned half animal, half-human creature with jet white hair, pulling her face from his crotch.
When the two came to realize they were in an office being watched by Anita and her father, the ecstatic looks on their faces dropped into a sudden panic. Anita looked closer at the primate woman, as she pulled the familiar looking space suit up and bolted the neck piece.
The scientist was speechless.
“Hey,” Trevor said, standing up and making sure all of ‘himself’ was tucked away. “I made it back.”
“You sure did,” Anita balked.
“I brought your friend with me,” he added.
Cosma elbowed him and smiled, wiping her lips of any slobber. Anita’s eyes teared up when she was realized who the half primate was. She had known Cosma ever since she was a teen, dressing her up for the experiments and playing tea time. There was even a time Anita had taken Cosma with her on a date.
“Doog yllog,” Dr. Dickens said.
Anita shot him a scrutinizing look. “He means ‘good golly’.”
“Yes, yes. Sorry about that,” Dr. Dickens apologized, accepting the correction. “What happened, my dear blue boy?”