<b>Luxurious Apartment</b><br/><br/>The entwined bodies the drone was recording had worked themselves into a frenzy by now. The peacekeeper's feminine, throaty moans were overpowering while the beast seemed almost silent by comparison. Its back legs extended to lift its houndish bulk further into the air, allowing its primal thrusting to slam down with the aid of gravity, much to its partner's obvious delight. The green toned woman began to shudder and buck her hips wildly amid her cries of passion, her crimson glowing tresses dancing about from the rocking of her head in a minature light show. With a final gasp of elation she collapsed onto the bed and the creature pulled away quickly, revealing the pair of thick cocks it had been filling her with. Settling down onto the floor at the foot of the bed, the beast's form rippled and slowly shifted, its arms and legs pulling toward its center gradually, its head shrinking and losing its sharp canine features. Within moments it had become an indistinct ball, barely visible in the dark room. The woman, meanwhile, had caught her breath and rolled onto her side, her sweat covered muscles glinted in the light of her hair. Reaching over she activated a light while languidly climbing off the bed, a brief flash of red showing between her legs, matching the hues on top of her head.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">The one thing I really miss from home are the beasts,</span>" she purred wistfully. "<span style="color: green">You'll have to take their forms more often, Holn.</span>" Her words addressed the metamorph which had at least taken its natural form, an androgynous humanoid figure with no discernable features. It resembled more the idea of a living thing, as though a person had been coated in azure plastic.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: teal">Can you at the very least shut the window?</span>" Holn's voice matched its appearance, devoid of personality. "<span style="color: teal">Shaping is so much more difficult in the cold.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">Serving me should keep you hot enough,</span>" the peackeeper retorted, her lips curling into a snarl. However she was quickly smiling again, walking around the bed to stand before the creature. "<span style="color: green">Now, what shall we play next? Mmm I know, let's have Captain Doorley give me a commendable review.</span>" Her manicured fingers trailed over her toned thighs, flicking off stray wet droplets.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: teal">Very well, as you wish,</span>" the shapeshifter conceeded, giving the impression it was used to having its requests ignored. Its blue skin rippled and began to change, this time taking on the appearance of a middle-aged human man, square of jaw with streaks of grey through his dark hair. "<span style="color: teal">Sergeant Rishda Kirxsol, it's time for your quarterly.</span>" Holn's voice was now a facsimile of the man's, sounding tired and perhaps a little naseous. "<span style="color: teal">You've done very we-eeellugh!</span>" He was interrupted by Rishda's powerful grip on the back of his neck, forcibly shoving him down onto his knees at her feet with a cruel laugh.<br/><br/><b>Alice's Enclave</b><br/><br/>''<span style="color: DarkOrange">Yes, yes this would be a perfect place to test our little bee's skills. Wouldn't you think so, miss Syntropy?</span>''<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Brown">Uhm, sure...</span>" Syntropy agreed quietly. There was that nagging feeling in the back of her head that she was in a lot of trouble and things were only getting worse. The people of NovaGen had at least considered her a valuable, if not irreplaceable, bit of property. From what she could make out of the many sights and sounds around, she was little more than one exotic flavour in a sea of them. What would happen to her if she was found wanting? It wasn't as though she craved a life in the service Alice seemed to be offering, but it would be even worse to get discarded. She was also well beyond the point of hiding her own arousal, even from herself. She shifted her body's light weight from one foot to the other unsteadily as Jericho moved away to remove his coat and equipment.<br/><br/>"Just go with the flow little one..."<br/><br/>Syntropy shuddered in anticipation, feeling the man's breath hotly against her ear. Her outfit was of<i>memor-cloth</i>, which allowed it to reform into its imprinted shape regardless of how it was stretched or torn. The top half separated easily beneath the man's thumbs, peeling away from her quivering body to expose her generous teardrop breasts. The cold of Jericho's cybernetic hand caused a shiver to race down her spine, her back reflexively arching. Free from the clinging bodysuit, Syntropy's translucent insect-like wings spread gently to either side, giving her the appearance of a life-sized fairy. She couldn't help but moan, feeling Jericho's hands running over her arms, then grasping at her chest, causing her to bend further, pressing forward into his grip. Her eyes closed briefly, enjoying the kisses decorating the back of her neck before the man was moving further down her body, removing the last bit of clothing from her hips. Her cheeks burned and her eyes opened wide, remembering this wasn't a private encounter and that her form was entirely on display to anyone who cared to look. The embarrassment mingled with her pride, knowing she'd given up her previous life for this body, perfect in her own eyes. She moved obediently when Jericho turned her, even swaying her hips to the right to accentuate her backside as the man called attention to it.<br/><br/>"The snake got a taste...my turn i think..."<br/><br/>Syntropy groaned with pleasure into Jericho's mouth, her tongue hungrily pressing back against his. Being displayed and teased so brazenly was heightening her arousal more and more, making it that much harder to concentrate on anything else. She clasped her hands together above her pelvis as her thighs were slowly parted, the honey seeping from between her legs highlighting her sensitive petals, their light pink contrasting with the darker tone of her skin. Her delicate wings fluttered with a quiet buzz before she leaned back against the man's chest, wanting to feel him supporting her, all but sitting against his pressing leg.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>