The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal & Poisin
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				Title: <strong>The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 09:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2315/2292377163_045b48ab76_o.jpg)</div><br>The new girl wandered in seemingly random fashion through the corridors of the high school, The piece of paper in her hand was folded and refolded at the seams until it was almost beginning to fall apart. It had what appeared to be coffee stains on it, and what might be lime juice stains, and one that was quite definitely egg - that was from her breakfast this morning.<br><br>She found the room she was looking for at last, tapped on the door and opened it. The crowd of sixteen to seventeen year old students looked up at her and she blushed. Not something she was used to doing. The woman standing at the front of the class smiled at her. "Come in, dear, and close the door". Xanthia did as she was asked, and handed the note to the teacher. "Yes, it's fine, dear. I've been expecting you. I'm Miss Tatersall. Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?"<br><br>The blonde, slightly Jewish looking young woman, with the almost hypnotic green eyes sighed softly. This was the part she was dreading. "Hello, My name is Xanthia Green", She pronounced the x as a z. "I'm a cultural refugee from the Middle East. I'm seventeen years old, and I'm here because I value my freedom above all else." Her voice was soft and melodious and carried around the classroom. Her accent was definitely European, possibly British but with the slightest hint of French.<br><br>"Thank you, Xanthia. Freedom is something we generally don't appreciate until we are threatened with loosing it. There's an empty seat there, next to Andrew, or one next to Stephanie."<br><br>"Thank you, Miss Tatersall." Xanthia smiled and adjusted her cardigan, heafted her bag onto her shoulder, then moved quickly to sit next to the girl the teacher had called Stephanie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 10:16:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/Ivypen/straightbrunettepreview.png)</div><br>It was just another boring day at school; just another, awful, mundane, hum drum, quiet and most importantly BORING school day. And as Stephanie Munroe sat in her desk; her head laid against the fake wood, listening to the teacher make her normal announcements, and listening to the chatter of children not paying attention; she just looked out the window; trying to see something better then steel and brick and glass. Though honestly as she looked beyond her bangs she wasn't really looking at anything, she was just thinking about something. Something she'd read last night. A pretty good Hentai that had actually turned out to have some extremely nice art. To tell the truth, Stephanie had been delighted to see that there were even a few colored pages; though of course they were too early on in the book to really show anything good. <br><br>She smiled; eyes still open so no one would try to say she was sleeping, and continued to think of the book; think of herself in that situation with some sort of monster taking her like in the book. When the door opened she didn't lift her head to look; she usually didn't, it was usually someone coming in late. But when she heard the teacher talk to someone new... She lifted her head and stared for a moment. Wow.<br><br>She didn't stop staring at the girl even as she walked over to the seat next to her; and when she realized her mouth was open just a bit she closed it and looked away blushing terribly. She tried not to look at her again; but she was just so pretty. And not even just pretty; the way she held herself. She seemed like she was in charge; like she knew what she was doing. Where she was going. "Hi." She whispered to her, a bit nervous to look at her. Not sure what you were really supposed to say to a refugee from another country that also happens to be really fantastically beautiful. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 21:43:35</strong>
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				The brunette called Stephanie was staring. Oh gods, the girl was staring at her. She checked her appearance quickly, checking her face and hair in the reflection in the windows. Nope, she looked okay so far as she could tell. As she sat down at the desk, she wiped her hands nervously on her jeans. This was far more stressful that the Agency had told her it would be. They had told her it would be fine, that she would fit right in. So why was the girl staring at her?<br><br>She looked around. No one else was. Okay, maybe it was just this girl... And then she said hi! Zan had no real idea how to handle the situation. She supposed that the polite thing to do would be to say Hi, back.<br><br>"Uh... Hi. I'm Xanthia. Call me Zan, it's easier to spell!" She smiled softly, and blinked, her long lashes hiding her piercing green eyes for a fraction of a second. "Uh, I was just told to come to this class room. I have no idea what subject this is or anything..."
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 22:16:22</strong>
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				Stephanie was caught off guard by the new girls eyes; they were beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Breath taking even. She just wanted to stare into them for the rest of class... But that would be weird. And rude. Unless the girl didn't mind her staring... In which case it wouldn't have been either one of the first two. But... She guessed it was probably best not to just assume that she wouldn't have a problem with it. And she did look really confused about her staring... Oh no. Stephanie looked down and away for a moment; this girl was probably straight, and even if she wasn't she probably had no interest in someone like her. <br><br>When she asked her a question she raised her head for a moment; she wondered why they hadn't told her what the class was. "Don't you have a schedule?" She asked tilting her head a bit. "I mean... this class is history... but if you want." She started nervously pushing her hair behind her ears."I could um... Read your schedule for you and take you to your next classes..." She was blushing just a bit; a small shade of pink on her cheeks but the tops of her ears were red she was sure of it. She suddenly wished she hadn't changed how her hair fell.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 00:11:41</strong>
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				History? Oh boy. Not Zan's favourite subject by any means. For one thing it was always written by the winners, and every set of people she had encountered on her travels had a totally different take on the same events! Even the Agency had told her stuff that she knew for a fact wasn't true, and yet they clearly believed it was.<br><br>"Uh, yeah... sure." Zan rummaged through her bag and pulled out several sheets of paper she'd been given. She flicked through them, struggling to interpret the strange symbols these people used as writing. "Uh... Schedule... Here we go". I was told to be here for an hour, and then they said something about Geography?" <br><br>Stephanie's ears were going a very pretty pink colour. Zan giggled and reached out to touch one of them, running a finger gently around the small, cutely shaped lobe. Was this woman... attracted to her? Zen suddenly felt enormously flattered, and with that came a feeling she'd not felt since leaving home. She felt possessive. She wanted to keep this sweet creature safe and warm, she wanted... Oh Great Thunder Lizards! She wanted to join with Stephanie!<br><br>The Agency had warned her. <em>Don't get involved. Whatever you do, do not get involved with a local. That only leads to trouble!</em> But... The woman clearly wanted her too. Zan smiled warmly at her new friend. "And maybe after class we can get to know each other a bit better?"<br><br>Zan's finger withdrew, and she almost panicked when she realised it was extended. No-one seemed to have noticed and Stephanie was just grinning at her in the oddest way. She concentrated on her hand and got it back to the way it should be, then rested it casually on the desk in front of her, and turned her attention to the teacher, who was patiently waiting to resume teaching about some long forgotten war that had supposedly shaped this continent...
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 00:40:50</strong>
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				Stephanie took a hold of Zan's schedule and looked it over; it seemd they had more then one class together. She didn't take Geography next; but she knew where this class was. She wouldn't mind taking her to it and then running off to her own class. She was immediately pulled away from those thoughts and bombarded with other thoughts at the feel of Zan's finger touching her ear. She leaned into that touch a small happy little smile on her lips. She loved having her ears touch, no matter how so long as it was as soft like this, Zan must have long fingers~ it felt like she did anyways. She looked up at her nervously; maybe she wasn't straight like she'd originally thought? Maybe this was Zan's way of hitting on her... Oh no~ don't think like that; She's probably just trying to be friendly; why would she want to hit on her? But Stephanie was already thinking about what it might be like to kiss Zan's lips. She smiled licking her lips daintily; her small tongue running along her lower lip before pulling it into her mouth. <br><br>She began to think things she probably shouldn't of someone she'd only just met... But she couldn't help it. That finger to her ear had been terribly arousing and she had read a rather good manga last night... It was hard not to think of what else Zan's long fingers might touch on her body. She blushed a bit darker at the suggestion by Zan; her mind already in the gutter and sinking further into it. "I um... We ugh... We have the same lunch... I think it would be better then... Since um..." oh god why did she feel so embarrassed; "there's only like; five minutes between class periods." She whispered the last part. <br><br>Oh man! She sounded like a complete idiot. Zan was probably just going to laugh and turn away from her now and think she was just some spaz. <br><br>But oh she hoped that wouldn't happen... Zan seemed... nice. And she had such a lovely accent. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 01:58:15</strong>
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				What was it they said here? "It's a date!" Zan grinned. She really was breaking every rule going, but she didn't care. She was young and her libido was in charge right now. And this girl was definitely hot for her. Zan could smell it. In fact the scent was practically driving her wild. She was managing to resist it, but she didn't know for how long. She had to have this girl.<br><br>The history of the American Civil War was dull enough to keep her mind off the wonderful aroma of sexiness coming from Stephanie, even when their hands accidentally touched. Finally the lesson was over and Zan packed her notes away. She had managed to write most of them in English, and she was proud of herself. <br><br>The walk to the Geography class was short, and when Zan realised that Stephanie wasn't coming in with her, she sighed sadly. "Okay, so where shall I meet you? I have a packed lunch that... was made for me. Can we eat it somewhere quiet, I'd ... like to be alone with you..."
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 18:16:24</strong>
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				Stephanie did her best to focus on history; she loved history to be honest; she always read it liek it was a story book; and in most cases she knew that's how it was meant to be read and written. Or at least that's how the original people that made history wanted to be remembered as; as heros overcoming obstacles and being remembered for it, and wanting their foes to be remembered as evil and sick villains. Sometimes she almost expected there to be a dragon popping out into images of her history books. <br><br>When class was over she closed her book slowly and looked over to Zan with a smile on her lips; she'd seemed bored in class; most of her friends were bored with history, to each their own she guessed. She quickly put her books away and threw her bag over her shoulder motioning for Zan to follow after her towards the next class. She knew the teacher; she'd had this class last year; it was pretty easy and even easier for someone from another country where they actually cared about what was surrounding them and where things were. <br><br>When they got the class Stephanie leaned against the door and looked into Zan's eyes when she realized she didn't have this class. "I can come and get you after class if you'd like!" She offered standing up a little straighter; this reaction wasn't becuase that she thought Zan was hot; but becuase she felt she always had to be doing something for others; or otherwise they might think she wasn't worth their time. And she would rather not have the hot new girl with a really kick ass accent think that of her. <br><br>"I um... I have to go get my lunch though." She confessed holding onto her strap a little self conciously. She didn't really make her own lunches. "But I wouldn't mind eating with you on my own." She offered up her demeanor brightening again. She wouldn't mind maybe trying to possibly kiss her per chance either. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 18:52:44</strong>
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				Zan nodded... Okay, I'll wait for you here after class. You get your lunch and come get me, and then we can go somewhere quiet to eat it." She leaned forward slightly. She'd seen this a few times between various people since she'd been here. She pressed her lips tenderly against Stephanie's lips, for a moment or two, then turned and vanished inside the class room.<br><br>The contact was strange and delightful. She smiled to herself as she took a seat in the Geography class.<br><br>The lesson was interesting, but strange. The teacher seemed to not know a few very relevant things about the planet they were on. Zan tried to point out a couple of glaring errors in her teaching, but the teacher told her to be quiet or she would have to stay after class. That was the last thing Zan wanted, and so she shut up, and listened and made notes, and determined to ask the man from the Agency why they taught lies to their kids...<br><br>Class finished and she stood outside the room, waiting for Stephanie to come and get her.
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 18:13:47</strong>
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				Stephanie hadn't been expecting that kiss; and the look on her face showed it. She was rather dumbstruck over it all. Not that she didn't like it of course; but at one moment Zan was there; giving her a kiss; and the next moment she was gone; leaving her to stand there and look a little stupid with a small grin on her face. Almost wondering if it had happened at all. And as she backed up to go to her class she tripped over a trash can and fell giving a slight yelp before immediately correcting herself and looking to make sure no one saw that. One or two had but they were too busy laughing to really say anything so she quickly gathered her stuff and walked out of the hall and towards her own class. Algebra two, BLEH!<br><br>Although the entire class was thinking about the fact that Zan wanted to be alone with her; and had touched her ear like that; and even kissed her. She was definitely a lesbian; no doubt about that... And she was even interested in her! Stephanie could hardly get over that fact. Of course the more she thought about what had all happened today the more excited she got and the more she wanted class to be over so she could run to the cafeteria and get her lunch and then run back to Zan and maybe get another kiss from her. Or maybe just be touched a bit more? Though she'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought of Zan touching more then just her ear. <br><br>When class was over she sprinted to the snack line that had a bit of the pricier stuff but at least the food was better and the line was shorter. When she got there she was second in line thank god, and when she got her food she sprinted back to wher Zan would be waiting; making sure to stop a little bit away so she could catch her breath and not look like she'd been running to get back to her. How sad would that be?<br><br>As she rounded the corner she smiled at the sight of Zan. "I'm back!" She proclaimed happily and walked up to her looking almost hopefully that she might get another kiss. And if she got one or not she would still take her to a somewhat private place on campus; as private as you could get in a highschool at least. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 21:46:56</strong>
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				Xanthia grinned at the sight of the young woman. She sniffed a little. Stephanie had been running? She certainly smelt more of sweat that previously. "Hello, Stephanie. You have your lunch? Good! I have mine so let's go eat." She grinned and wrapped an arm around Stephanie's waist as she had seen other couple's do. The looks she got from some of the people didn't bother her. She knew she was different from everyone else, and if they didn't like it... well that was their problem. She led Stephanie out into the warm afternoon sunshine and looked around, carefully ignoring the black sedan parked across the road from the school.<br><br>"So, where do we go... Somewhere nice and quiet...?"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/975000/images/_978470_mib300.jpg)</div>In the sedan, a young-ish, handsome-ish man with dark skin, short, black, curly hair, and wearing a black suit, white shirt, and black tie, was not, in fact concentrating on his job. Rather, he was looking at the centrefold of a magazine featuring scantily clad females. "Whoooeee! Would you look at her!" He commented.<br><br>"Uh, J?" The voice came from the other occupant of the car, and the man in the Black suit looked at his companion. "What?"<br><br>"Target is on the move, J."<br><br>"She is? Oh Yeah, she is... I knew that! Oh crap, she's with someone! What was she told? Was she told? Yeah, she was... K told her! Okay, C'mon Frank, let's go." <br><br>The black clad man climbed out of the black sedan and began walking across the campus. A small pug dog followed him at a short distance.
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 20:56:08</strong>
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				Stephanie took a hold of Zan's hand and lead her out towards the front of the school; before turning and walking towards a pretty secluded park that the school just happened to own as well. So at least most people would be out at this time; since most students didn't go there for their lunches; not in the summer anyways. It was too hot right now; they all preferred to be indoors in the AC, but Stephanie liked it out here; there was shade for them to use to keep cool at least. <br><br>I opened up the little gate and waited for Zan to walk in. I couldn't wait to learn more about her... If she didn't mind sharing about herself of course. "Sit where ever you'd like!" I offered closing the gate behind her and looking around for a nice shady spot; but wanting to let her make the decision first. Her choice would probably be better then mine anyways. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 22:02:42</strong>
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				Holding Stephanie's hand, it was all Zan could do to keep control of her fingers... but she managed, mostly because her hunger for this woman was actually outweighed by her need to eat. Stephanie led her to a small park with plenty of trees in it. The blonde girl shrugged and headed for a patch of shade beneath a large oak. She grinned at her companion as she sat on the ground. "So what do you have for lunch?" she asked, fishing in her bag for the plastic box that contained her own food.<br><br>She giggled as Stephanie showed the food she'd bought in the school canteen. "Oh, yuck! I couldn't eat that..." She shrugged and pulled the lid off the top of the tub.<br><br>The Gathga bugglets weren't even real, let alone alive which was the way they were supposed to be served. But the Agency had done a fair job of simulating the look of them. She picked one up delicately, frowned at it, and popped it in her mouth. She crunched the shell and smiled. "Wow... they did a pretty good job making these... Let's eat, sweetie!"<br><br>Before Stephanie could really react to seeing her new friend eat what was clearly a small and very ugly looking insect, Xanthia treated her to the shock of her life.<br><br>Zan opened her mouth. Not the one on her disguise, but her real one. Her face split vertically from chin to forehead, and a mass of writhing green tentacles spewed out, descending on the large one litre tub of synthetic bugglets. Each tentacle grabbed a bugglet out of the tub and whipped it back into her face, then shot out again to grab another.<br><br>"Oh crap!" The man in the black suit broke into a run, then a sprint, as he saw what was happening. He vaulted the fence and arrived in front of the women, just as Xanthia swallowed the last bugglet.<br><br>"Oh, Hi, J, what's up?" She said with a grin as her face reassembled itself....
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 03:33:53</strong>
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				Stephanie took out her ham sandwich and showed it to her; before pulling it back in and frowning at her comment. Although it would make sense... Of course Xan wouldn't be able to eat that, it was pork. Jewish people couldn't eat pork! She would have to make a mental note to not eat that around her! Just out of respect for her different culture at least. <br><br>Stephenie looked at what it was that Xan pulled out.. bugs... Oh. WEIRD. But they were probably like those... candy bugs or something... She hoped at least. She looked away not wanting to really see it; but it was a weird sense of morbid curiosity that made her look again; she wanted to watch Xan pop that into her mouth; she almost needed to. Maybe... Maybe she would try one too!<br><br>"Oh wow that's so weird!" She squealed laughing as she did so; picking the sandwich up and putting it to her mouth; about to take a bite until she watched Xan begin to really eat.... She dropped her sandwich her eyes going wide. The color fading from her features as she watched in shock as Xan began to change into some sort of a monster. Oh god... She was a tentacle monster. Was she delusional? Was she having some sort of a hallucination? She hadn't eaten any sort of bad meat... No one could have spiked her drink... She hadn't had anything yet. Was this some sort of a sick joke? Had someone heard about her fantasies of tentacle monsters?<br><br>Was this really possible? Was this really happening? <br><br>Suddenly she had the urge that she was going to be sick; but she couldn't move; she was almost glued to the spot; but she was still going to be sick. She bent over and felt herself began to heave as the crunching noises began to stop. She wondered why she hadn't passed out yet... God how awful would that be if she were to do that into her own sickness. She wiped at her mouth and looked up shakily; expecting what ever the hell Xan was to suddenly come and attack her and do terrible terrible things; she suddenly realized she would do horribly if she ever ran into a real tentacle monster. <br><br>But as she looked up she saw Xan... looking normal and beautiful... And someone else was here. She was shaking as she turned this person; expecting them to kill her. They looked like they worked for the government. He looked scary as hell. But she was in shock; she couldn't do anything other then stare up at him. Her eyes begging him for some sort of explanation. <br><br>She desperately needed for this to not be real. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 20:53:30</strong>
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				"Xan, sweetie, what did we tell you?" Agent J of the MiB scalded. "No eating in front of the humans." He fished out his dark glasses and put them on then began randomly patting pockets. "Where the hell did I put the damn flashy-thing?"<br><br>The ugly looking pug dog that had followed J growled, "It's in your left inside pocket, J."<br><br>"Nope, already looked... ah! So it is. Smart ass, Frank!" J pulled out something that looked like a cross between a fountain pen, a flash light and a pocket radio and fiddled with it for a second "Uh, Miss, I just need you to look at this?"<br><br>The dog, Frank, turned away and put his paws over his eyes. Xanthia blinked and when her eyes opened again ... they just weren't there. Agent J pressed a button and there was a bright flash. "Okay, uh, you were eating lunch and something in your sandwich made you throw up. Probably the smell of the strange pickle they put on it. You're going to go and get cleaned up. You did not see any weird bug-eating tentacle monster!"<br><br>J glanced at Xanthia, about to erase the memory of the two of them together, but caught the look in her eyes, which were suddenly back and looking pleadingly at him. "Oh fine. But be careful, okay? I do NOT want to flashy-thing the whole damn school! Come on Frank!" Jay got up and walked off.<br><br>Frank looked up at Xanthia. "It gets easier, you know!" Then he too was gone.<br><br>"Stephanie? Steph, are you okay? You took one look at your sandwich and threw up..." Stephanie was slowly coming back to her senses, and Xanthia helped her to her feet. Human vomit was something she felt she would never get used to, no matter how many times she encountered it. The first time she had assumed the human was attempting to feed too and had offered him some of her food...<br><br>"Come on, sweet, lets get you cleaned up, okay?" Xan helped her friend walk, following her directions to the locker rooms. "Right, off with the stained clothes and lets get them cleaned up a little..."
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 02:58:59</strong>
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				When Stephanie came too she felt something against her chin; with a disgusting taste in her mouth. She looked down at herself; the idea that the sandwich had made her sick. She wiped at her face and looked up at her pathetically.<br><br>"I~" She started looking away and down; feeling completely embarrassed and stupid. She felt some tears prick at her eyes&nbsp; as she looked away from Xanthia; not wanting to wipe at her eyes, becuase Becuase of the things that was on her hand. She felt herself wanting to to cry; but not allowing it. She didn't want any more pity to be thrown at her; she'd just throwin up in front of one the sexiest and what could possibly be one of the nicer persons she's met. <br><br>She shook her head and stood up on her own; wanting to run away and hide somewhere but needing to clean herself off. She leaned against Xan happy that at least there wasn't any of that mess on her pants and followed her to the gym and then to the locker rooms; needing tget into the shower now. But first. She moved to the sinks and washed her mouth out. Though she was fairly certain&nbsp; that the flavor of it all was going to stay with her for quite some time. "Please don't tell anyone about this." She whispered to her when she finally came back our of the bathroom; her eyes cast down as she moved to her locker and pulled it open to grab a towel and her gym clothes. how was she going to explain this to others? She sighed and closed her eyes moving towards Xan again and resing her&nbsp; head against her shoulder. Wrapping her arms around her wasit and closing her eyes; wnating to take part in the comfort that she had to offer. <br><br>"Xanthia..." She started a little awkwardly. "I feel a little wobbly... will you help me?" She asked looking up at her through lowered lashes; trying to seem cute and sweet. Someone that she thought Xanthia might want in a potential girlfriend.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 20:32:08</strong>
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				"I won't say a word, Stephie. I promise." She was more likely to head home than say anything that might jeopardise her stay on this&nbsp; weird planet. And then the woman pulled her into an embrace. Xanthia couldn't help it. She wrapped her arms around Stephanie's shoulders, and waist, and bottom. She held the woman close. The smell of the vomit was actually a lot stronger and a lot less pleasant than she had expected, but Steph needed her.<br><br>The woman looked into her eyes and Xan almost melted. But she managed to keep her human form intact, and actually pulled back most of the tentacles that were wrapped around Steph. "Of course I'll help you". The alien didn't hesitate. She planted a soft, warm kiss on Stephanie's lips, ignoring the taste. "Come on, Let's get you undressed..."<br><br>She fumbled awkwardly with the fastenings on the strange things called clothes that covered Stephanie's body, managing to get just about everything off without tearing anything. But she knows that humans have a thing about revealing their skin and she stops before taking Stephanie's bra and panties off. "Um... You might want to take those off yourself?" She asked, not wanting to push too far. She figured she already went too far too fast once today, and ended up with that klutz of a MiB agent neuralizing Stephanie. She was determined not to let that happen again. "Tell you what, you take your uh... undies off and wrap yourself in a towel and I'll go to my locker and put my clothes in it..."<br><br>Before Stephanie could object, Xanthia released the human and sat her down, then darted around a corner. Of course, she didn't need to get undressed. But to get into the shower apparently clothed would look odd, and she couldn't get "undressed" in front of Steph. As soon as she was out of sight, she made a show of banging a locker door, and then simply absorbed her clothing into her body. She checked to make sure her skin and hair colour was uniform, and then picked up a towel to wrap around herself<br><br>"Okay, Stephie, dear. Lets get wet!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 04:25:40</strong>
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				Was there more then two arms wrapped around her? Stephanie waited for a moment trying to figure that out; and decided that no... That was impossible. So she just pushed it from her mind; just taking in the feel of her holding her. When they looked at each other the feeling of more then one arm went away and Stephanie relaxed a little. She was surprised at the kiss though; not that she minded it of course. She just... Well... She never would have thought that after having seen her lose her lunch like that, that Xan would want to kiss her still. That was nice. That was really nice. <br><br>She had to admit that she wouldn't mind doing that again. <br><br>She felt her cheeks grow red as Xanthia began to undress her, a few tugs later and she was standing in her undies. She wasn't sure what to do or say at that moment so she just nodded her head as Xanthia moved off to get changed on her own. She hadn't expected her to go into the shower with her... All she'd wanted help with was getting her pants off and her shirt off in case she suddenly got dizzy. Should she tell her she didn't need her in the shower? But suddenly she was already taking her clothes off and putting them into her locker... It seemed almost rude to tell her no now. <br><br>Then suddenly; there she was; in a towel and just a towel. Wow... She looked really really pretty with out so many clothes on. Stephanie covered her cheeks lightly and then moved to a shower stall. "I don't usually take my stuff off until I'm in there." She admitted; grabbing her change of clothes and towel where she'd set them near the locker she used and walked into a stall looking over her shoulder. She was suddenly so extremely nervous. She could feel her heart pick up. Sure, she'd taken showers in the locker room before; surrounded by other girls... But she'd never taken a shower WITH one of the other girls. <br><br>She looked at Xan nervously for a moment, and then took off the rest of her clothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 10:25:57</strong>
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				Watching Stephanie strip off the rest of her clothing, Xanthia felt a surge of desire. She pulled it back inside herself quickly, and managed to hold her human shape as she threw the towel she had wrapped herself in on top of Stephs. Following the human into the shower stall, she grinned and pulled the curtain across.<br><br>"You are a very lovely young woman, Stephanie," She said softly, "and I really hope you feel the same way about me as I feel about you..." She reached up and turned the water on, nice and cool on the hot afternoon, but not too cold. Her hands slowly helped rinse the foul smelling vomit from Stephanie's hair and face. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 22:03:05</strong>
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				The stall was small but not so small that they couldn't move around a bit. So when Xanthia stepped in Stephanie retreated and pressed slightly against the wall. She watched her with deer like eyes; still nervous of what they could do; and of getting caught. But that thought alone... of one of the PE teachers walking in and maybe seeing the two of them come out of the shower together... That thought was causing more then a couple of interesting reactions in her. Reactions she probably would have acted on if it wasn't for the fact that she had just thrown up and didn't smell as nice as she could. <br><br>When Xanthia told her she was lovely though; she couldn't help but blush and cover herself for a moment; before making the conscious effort to take her arms and hands away herself; and keeping them bent slightly awkward at her side. "I..." she started looking off and to the side as she stepped into the spray of the water to let Xanthia help wash her off; which felt extremely relaxing. "I like girls." She said; suddenly feeling ridiculously stupid. A bright red blush covered her face the moment it left her lips. "I mean... I... I.... uuugh that sounded idiotic!" She whined lifting her hands up now to cover her face and hide herself against Xanthia's shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 20:09:33</strong>
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				Xan chuckled softly. "Stephanie..." How could she make this better? The simplest way possible, she decided. "Well, as long as you consider me to be a girl, then that's perfect. I... Like girls too." She pulled a face. "Uh, I assume by 'like', you mean 'mate with'? because otherwise I'm going to look very stupid for doing this."<br><br>The blonde-haired alien smirked and pressed her lips against Stephanie's. <br><br>Of course, she had done some research on human sexuality. She knew that some Humans felt, as did very few of her own people, that mating with one's own gender was acceptable. She also knew that, unlike her own species, Humans were generally a lot more tolerant of it, while her people tended to liquidise breeders who mated with other breeders. Fertilisers who mated with other fertilisers suffered a worse fate. They were dessicated.<br><br>And in her research Xanthia had found out about the various Human erogenous zones. She slid out her tongue, pushing it gently into Steph's mouth. Her arms went around the Human's back. Her breasts pressed hard against Stephanie's breasts and she took a risk and began massaging the woman's nipples a little with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 02:47:31</strong>
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				Stephanie relaxed the moment xan moved into kiss her; how couldn't she? Sure the two of them were naked and one could argue that this should have made Stephanie even more nervous becuase she could have potentially done something much more embarrassing; but at the same time; the both of them were naked and she was fairly certain that Xan wanted the same thing that Stephanie did at this point. She tentatively wrapped her arms around Xan's back; resting on her lower back; around her hips mostly and reaching to feel at Xanthia's pert little ass. <br><br>She moaned at the feel of Xanthia's nipples against her own; whimpering to her and pressing the rest of her body up against her if she could with out making the two of them fall over in the shower. The feel of her tongue rubbing against her own only pushed her onwards and she couldn't help but give Xan a little squeeze as she held onto her. She wondered vaguely if she would be missing her next class; but that thought was washed away from her mind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 22:46:18</strong>
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				Xanthia was well aware that they were both cutting class, but she felt that helping her friend get over her bout of nausea was an acceptable excuse. And that is what she was doing.<br><br>Xan's tongue explored the inside of Stephanie's mouth, filling it, expanding, tasting, oozing around her teeth and gums, massaging her tongue and the roof and floor of her mouth.<br><br>Her breasts engulfed Stephanie's breasts. Ripples ran up and down them, massaging the human's wonderfully tight breasts. Her lower belly oozed outwards, sliding over and around the beautiful brunette's labia, massaging them.<br><br>The alien was getting more and more excited, and steadily loosing control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 04:25:45</strong>
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				Stephanie couldn't help but think that Jill had a pretty big tongue; that worked wonderfully in her mouth. She moaned around it lightly sucking on it the best that she could; shivering at the motion of the two of them rubbing against one another felt until she heard the bell ring and she pulled her head away from Xanthia's a scared look on her face. "Xanthia." She whispered nervously. "people are going to be coming soon." She looked back at her with big wide eyes shock and a slight sense of fear oozing off of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 00:23:25</strong>
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				Xanthia snapped all her proportions back to what she had been told were human normal, and made sure her colouring was right, as Stephanie pulled away. Of course, the bell! "Uh yeah. We'd better get dressed, I guess."<br><br>The alien grabbed both their towels as Stephanie turned off the water. Xan had an odd moment of panic when she realized that Stephanie's hair was plastered down over her head and shoulders and her body was covered in droplets of water. The brunette hadn't seemed to notice that Zan wasn't! She quickly mimicked the effect, and watched as Steph towelled her hair dry, leaving it tousled. Xanthia did the same to her own "hair", and the waped the "droplets" off her body the way Stephanie was. She wrapped the towel around herself and peaked out of the cubicle.<br><br>There was no-one about and she slipped out and around the back of the lockers, to where she had "undressed". She waited a reasonable time and then stepped casually back out, dressed as she had been before.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 03:30:15</strong>
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				Stephanie quickly moved once Xan was out of the shower and dried herself off; whimpering slightly as she rubbed her sex dry; still a little sensitive despite the scare. once dried she put on her underwear and then moved to her locker to throw on her gym shorts and shirt along with her sneakers and socks. She looked up at the clock; she was moving fast enough... maybe she wouldn't be late. Maybe she still looked sick? Hopefully her teachers wouldn't mind. When she moved to look at Xan she was relieved to see that she was completely dressed. "Ok so um... do you know what your next class is?" She asked nervously hoisting her book bag over her shoulder and moving in close to her to hug her. <br><br>"I was thinking... maybe... after school. Do you want to come over to my house?" she asked with a blush as she took a hold of her hand and started to lead her out of the gym and towards the direction of her class. It really helped that she was walking out with gym clothes on and Xan wasn't. It helped make people not just turn and stare and wonder why they were coming out of the locker during their lunch period. Steph wanted to add on that "I'd like to maybe continue what we'd started in the shower", but that seemed a little awkward to just bring it up like that. <br><br>she dropped her off at her class with a promise that I would come and get her for the next one; there were only three more classes to go including this one. I leaned in and kissed her cheek sheepishly before turning and taking off to my own class. Stephanie got there late; but luckily the teacher of that class really didn't mind. Sitting in class; listening to the lecture of English she squirmed in her seat; remembering the sort of sensations that Xan could make her feel~ was heavenly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 17:22:08</strong>
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				Next class? Xan had to think hard, then she remembered the timetable in her bag. She dug it out. "Uh... Mathematics... Room M3..." She grinned and hugged the nervous human back, managing just in time to remember to re-create the texture of the cloth on her 'skin'. She blushed too, forcing her normal reaction for the embarrassment into the human one. "Um, yeah, thanks, I'd love to." She smiled happily. Things were going so well. Happening a little fast maybe, but that was okay. Being the only one of your species on a planet was a lonely thing, and she was damned if she was going to let the Men in Black take away her one shot at maybe forming some sort of lasting relationship.<br><br>Xan blushed again and returned the kiss, managing to slide her lips over to where Stephanie was kissing her, without freaking the girl out.<br><br>She sat in the class, listening to the lecturer teach these young adults what she had learned in the equivalent of elementary school, not bothering to correct the obvious errors - she had been warned by the Agency not to do so with the sciences. Humanity was not ready for interstellar space flight yet, and to suddenly advance the species beyond the Fission age would almost certainly result in them returning to the stone age!<br><br>A question was asked of her and she gave the answer without thinking. "One over cosine to the minus one of x, dee-x". In her mind she was going over the scene in the shower with Stephanie, replaying the disaster at lunch. She coud tell there was going to be a problem. If Steph wanted what Xanthia thought she wanted - the human version of a joining between two egg-bearers, which would result in no offspring - Then Xan was probably going to have to get the MiB to neuralize the girl again, and probably each time they had - what was the human term? Each time they fucked, that was it. Xan was wondering if it would be worth it.<br><br>She sure hoped it would, because Stephanie excited her.<br><br>Two more classes went by, philosophy &amp; Religion was one the Agency had insisted she take because it would give her a deeper understanding of human culture, but she found it boring and irrelevant. The las class of the day was English Literature. Xanthia was intrigued. The history class had totally failed to mention any of the stuff that was clearly intended as entertainment but obviously based on the truth. She began to weigh up in her head whether the so called "factual" accounts written centuries later by people wishing to make a case would be more or less accurate than the accounts written only two generations later by someone who was simply wishing to please an audience.<br><br>At last school was over. Xanthia made her way to the front exit to wait for Steph.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 01:39:03</strong>
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				When school was over she made her way to find Xanthia; smiling when she saw her and calling her name, waving slightly. She'd told her friends that she was taking the new girl to her house to hang out and make her feel welcomed. They'd thought that was a good idea and she was happy to think that she could get a little more time to learn about Xanthia. She walked up to her and smiled wrapping her arms around her and hugging her lightly. "You ready to go?" She asked as she took a step back shouldering her bag a bit more to fix where it was on her back. When Xanthia said yes she headed towards the nearest subway entrance; taking out her card and turning back to Xanthia; "Do you have a card yet? I could get you a temporary one if you don't." She added on; not quite going towards the turn styles yet; waiting somewhere in between them and the little machines that sold them. <br><br>She lived a little closer to china town then where their school was. It wasn't a bad place to live really and there were always older adults watching you to make sure you didn't do anything stupid; especially if they knew your parents. Some of her friends didn't think it was all that safe but just like any other part of New York you just had to not be stupid and it could be one of the safest places to live. Plus they lived over a Chinese food restaurant so at least the place always smelled amazing. As opposed to some of the streets that only ever smelled of fish. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 22:40:06</strong>
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				"She's going to get is involved in a war!" That was Kay's assessment when Jay told him what was going on. The two of them had been seen leaving the school together, acting far too friendly.<br><br>"A war? Kay, man, chill out! She's just lonely. Don't you ever feel lonely? Hell I know you do. I know I do! Cut the chick some slack! It's not like she's trying to steal a galaxy or escape the planet in a relic from the world's fair..." Jay very carefully didn't mention the other options that Xan might have been doing to endanger all life on the planet, like concealing a beautiful fugitive princess from her pursuers...<br><br>Kay humphed, and told Jay to keep an eye on things, then hung up.<br><br><hr><br>"I have a ticket, yes." The agency had thoughtfully provided her with one, so she could get about in this city. They rode the subway to the area quaintly called "China Town", or somewhere fairly close.<br><br>They walked a couple of blocks from the subway. Xan slipped an arm around steph's waist, and pulled the woman close. She resisted the temptation to slip a second arm around her shoulders. "So which house is yours?" She asked, trying to ignore the very obvious (to her) black car parked just up the road. Of course it was just another nondescript black car parked in amongst all the other cars on the street, but to Xan it stood out because she was expecting it to be there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 02:27:33</strong>
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				When they were in front of her home she pointed up to the third story window with a smile. most of the buildings around here were only five stories high and so far none of the places around here actually had an elevator yet. Stephanie hoped that Xan wouldn't mind hoofing it up the steps. She smiled and walked to the side of the restaurant where the entrance was to their apartments. They walked down a few stairs and into a wide open space where the mail room was. "One sec~" She said with a smile slipping over to the small boxes and taking out the mail key to grab out their mail, closing it and locking it before moving back over to Xan and taking a hold of her hand. "I'm on the third floor." She explained before leading her over to the stairs and starting up them. <br><br>Most of the people that lived on the first and second floor were older immigrants that knew the people that owned the building, even though they were all in fairly good shape, Stephanie assumed it was a good thing that they didn't have to try and over exert themselves on the hotter summer days. Plus having to take the stairs every day was a good way to keep in shape... Or at least that was what her mother always told her when ever she complained about it. <br><br>Finally on the right landing Stephanie readjusted her bag and walked over to the door to her apartment, unlocking it and stepping inside while holding the door open for Xan. "Sorry if it's a little messy... It's just me and Mom and right now Mom's away on a trip." Not that she let the place become a pig sty; but it was a lot easier to leave cups around when you didn't have to listen to your mother tell you to take them to the sink. <br><br>The apartment wasn't too terribly small; it was longer then it was wide; the kitchen and little area for a table was at the very front; there was a small space for an entertainment area; there was a door that lead right off of the living room into her room, then another room right next to it that they used for a little study area, at the end of the hall was a bathroom and then to the left of that bathroom was her mothers room. <br><br>Stephanie smiled as she walked into the kitchen. "If you want you can either go and sit in my room; or just hang out in the living room. Do you want a snack or something? I think we have a few kosher things in the kitchen somewhere.... Do you need to call anyone and let them know where you are?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 23:56:59</strong>
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				Something Xanthia had trouble understanding, always, was how humans seemed to be so keen to let themselves become unhealthy, and so reluctant to do even the simplest thing about it. Walking up the stairs seemed to tire Steph far more than it should. True, the exercise caused Xan to take a slightly larger amount of oxygen in through her surface membrane, but the way it caused steph's chest to rise and fall was... actually it was rather attractive, Xanthia decided, as was the scent of her perspiration.<br><br>"Oh, you should see my place, it's a tip!" She replied when her girlfriend mentioned the place not being tidy. Girlfriend. That was the word, wasn't it? "Steph," she asked as the human disappeared into the kitchen. "Are you my girlfriend now?"<br><br>She looked around the small room as she answered the questions. Kosher food was... something people of a certain religion ate. "Uh, no, I better not. I do not mean to offend, it's not just a religious thing, it's ... a medical thing. I have specific dietary requirements!" The alien had to think fast. The last thing she needed was to try and eat something and have the poor girl throw up everywhere again. "But don't let me stop you. And, uh, I don't need to, no." She shrugged and decided to be truthful. "The agency already knows I'm here. There's an agent sitting in a car across the road. They saw us have lunch together, and probably checked you out straight away."<br><br>Xanthia chuckled as she saw the expression on Steph's face. "Don't worry, they have approved you, or we wouldn't be having this conversation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 03:26:08</strong>
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				Stephanie stopped in the kitchen when Xanthia asked her that and she looked away from the little opening not sure what to say. Was she? Were they? "Do you want me to be your girlfriend?" She asked timidly in the kitchen still; her hands on the counter over the sink not sure what to think about it. Her heart picked up a bit and she felt nervous. "I would like to be your girlfriend..." She added on finally coming out of the kitchen and back over to Xanthia. <br><br>She nodded her head at the comment about needing a specific diet. For some reason a feeling of uneasiness and being queezy came to her mind and she suddenly felt as if she needed to lay down. "I'm suddenly not hungry anymore." She admitted turning a very pale shade of green and holding her stomach lightly before turning to look at her room. Her eyes widened slightly when she said that there were probably people watching them and she moved to her bedroom looking out the window and down to see a car right in front of her apartment. <br><br>"Wow that's scary!" She said slightly in disbelief immediately pulling down her blinds and looking out her bedroom door and back to Xanthia. "well.. that's good I geuss...." She admitted though still a bit nervously. "do you want to listen to some music or something in my room?" She offered. <br><br>She should have probably checked her room over at least once for anything she wouldn't want someone else to see. Because on the floor were a few of her stranger 'hentai' with titles and covers that did not leave any room for doubt as to what the manga's were about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 21:32:02</strong>
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				"I would like that, yes, if you want to" Xanthia giggled softly, and then a warm comfortable feeling came over her as Stephanie said she did. As Stephanie turned green at the mention on Xanthia's dietary requirements, the alien tried very hard to control her expression. Jay's Neuraliser needed some maintenance, that was clear!<br><br>She followed Steph into the bedroom and her eye was caught by something on the floor. She stooped to pick it up. The paper book - the word was comic, she seemed to remember, had a very explicit drawing on the cover of a young girl, naked and apparently being raped by something green with a lot of tentacles?<br><br>Xanthia looked up at Stephanie, curious. "You... like this?" she asked, hesitantly. "I mean, does it... excite you? Turn you on?" She smiled to show she wasn't at all offended by the content of the comic book, and flipped through some of the pages. "Wow! That's kinda sexy!" She giggled. Part of her was enjoying the way Stephanie was so embarrassed, but mostly she was confused. Here was a woman whom she very much wanted to join with, and who wanted to join with her. And suddenly she was presented with a picture that could almost be the two of them, with herself in her natural state.<br><br>"Steph, I really need to know! What do you really feel about this?" Her tone was serious, urgent, and slightly husky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 02:55:18</strong>
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				Stephanie's heart stopped beating the moment she saw Xan hold up the book. The color left her face and she felt as if she could die. How embarrassing to be found out like this; she'd only known Xanthia a day and here she was looking at one of her guilty pleasures. Oh god this wasn't good. This couldn't be good. This was not going to end well. She closed her eyes trying not to cry from embarrassment when suddenly she heard Xan say it was sexy. She popped open an eye and looked at her nervously. Afraid that she was really just teasing her and moved in closer to her. Xanthia was looking at one of her favorite scenes; something that always got her hot and bothered... and she thought it was sexy? <br><br>"You think so?" She asked; barely able to get her own voice to work. Afraid that at any moment Xanthia was going to say hell no and walk out of the apartment and go back home and then tell everyone at school what kind of weird things she was into. <br><br>But she wasn't doing that... and she almost seriously seemed to into it... maybe she was into tentacle porn too? "Yuh-yeah, I like that." She whispered moving a strand of hair out of her face. "But you know..." She said nervously still expecting this to be a joke. "It's not like any of that's real or anything... It's not like there's a tentacle monster lurking in my bathroom or something like that...." She was blushing pretty hard when she managed to admit: "Even though I think it'd be fun if there was."<br><br>She added on feeling more then a little embarrassed; her face was so red at this point it was beginning to spread to her chest as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 14:51:44</strong>
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				Xan almost spoiled the whole show, then and there. <em>It's not like there's a tentacle monster lurking in my bathroom or something like that....</em> That's what you know! Good grief, you have a tentacle monster standing right in front of you! She wanted to blurt it out. <em>Even though I think it'd be fun if there was.</em> There <strong>is!</strong> Oh gods and goddesses.<br><br>"Um, so if there genuinely was something with green tentacles that wanted to put them in every hole you have and wiggle them, it wouldn't freak you out?" the alien giggled slightly nervously, and managed to change her surface pigmentation to simulate the colour change that Stephanie was undergoing. This was definitely going in the right direction, but... no matter what the human said, if Xan just changed shape in front of her again, she would definitely freak out.<br><br>Xanthia came up with her next move. "So... uh, you have more of these? Cool!" She giggled again, prettily. "Look, we both know I'm not here to listen to your music." She grinned and moved to put a hand on one of Stephanie's breasts, squeezing gently. "Why don't you get undressed for me, and then to put us in the mood, you can sit on my lap and we can read your comics together?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 03:21:44</strong>
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				"Well... if there REALLY was something like that suddenly in my room hell yeah I'd be scared out of my mind... Cause as much fun as it is to read about... I mean... being raped for real would be horrifying..." She admitted with a blush hiding her head away for a moment. "But like... if it started out gentle... If I didn't have to be afraid of it I guess. I think it would be incredible." She added on looking back up at her and a bit more comfortable that she was blushing too. "Not that I haven't thought of something like that about a thousand times already." She confessed smiling a small sly smile; as if she'd gotten away with something by doing it. <br><br>When she asked if she had more she nodded her head and moved over to her bed; getting onto her hands and knees and bending over butt in the air to pull out a large rectangular box; filled to the brim with books similar to the one in Xanthia's hand. Not all of them were Tentacle Monster; some of them were just good old fashioned girl on girl action; or even monster hentai. But most of them had something to do with tentacles. <br><br>She placed them up on her bed and walked back over to Xanthia; "Those are all of them." She told her motioning towards her before Xanthia was taking a hold of her breast and squeezing them. Flashes of earlier in the day were brought to her mind and she felt her self stiffen at the images. She smiled and stepped back trying to be cute as she stripped out of her gym clothes and into her pretty little flower panties and her not so little blue pastel bra. She then reached behind her and undid the back letting her bra slide off of her chest as she removed it from her arms, and as she continued to watch Xanthia and her reactions she also took off her underwear. She followed her to the bed and let her pick out another book if she wanted to read one before sitting in her lap; Xanthia still clothed and with her legs spread over Xanthia's lap; almost begging her to touch her while they read one of them. Xanthia's touches were so nice after all. "Sorry i'm a little sweaty..." She apologized; now that she realized that there was a light sheen of it on her back. "I can go wipe it off really quick if you want me to?" She asked turning slightly to look back at her; ready to reach for a towel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 20:42:50</strong>
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				Xan was finding it harder and harder to control herself as the woman stripped off finally she sat on her lap, and picked up a comic. They began reading it together, chuckling at some of the rather stilted dialogue. "I'm sure the original Japanese was nothing like that." Steph was holding the magazine for them and Xanthia smiled as she placed her hands one on each of Stephanie's breasts, engulfing them, squeezing softly, and began sucking on the nipples, tenderly licking around them and nibbling on them. While her hands were thus busily engaged, she nibbled tenderly on the human's earlobe, and pushed her upper lip inside the ear.<br><br>And she cupped Stephanie's crotch tenderly in her own, stroking softly and sensuously at the woman's slit, sending tender vibrations through her clit and slipping a sift, round member delicately inside her vagina.<br><br>"You know, darling, I really hope you meant what you just said", she whispered softly into the ear she wasn't nibbling on. "And actually, your swear tastes really nice". She delicately lapped it from Stephanie's back with her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 04:19:15</strong>
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				"fortunately enough~" Stephanie teased looking over her shoulder at her with a smile before looking back to the pages; already getting turned on from it. "I don't read these for the dialogue. I just like to imagine the sounds that the girls makes." She said with a smile and a slight laugh as Xanthia moved her hands to cup her breasts. That would have been enough but then suddenly... she was sucking on them... Both of them... and nibbling them? Stephanie's eyebrow shot up and she looked down; no it was just Xanthia's hands.... She let out a breath then when there was a nibble at her ear; and something going into her ear. That felt... really nice. She melted back and into Xanthia as her legs opened a little wider; starting to get wet again. She whimpered at the feelings against her clitoris and then... What?<br><br>"Xanthia?" She whispered suddenly having no idea of what was going on. She looked down at her lower half and saw Xanthia's body reaching up to embrace her... undulating against her. She gasped and whimpered when there was something pressing into her; up and into her; she rubbed and squirmed against it, moving her hips as it continued to slide up and into her body. "Xanthia~ Xanthia what's happening?" She asked a tinge of fear in her voice; but not true panicking fear... Fear of not knowing what was happening between the two of them. More uncertainty really. But she didn't try to pull away from her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 19:43:29</strong>
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				The alien paused. "Steph... I, uh... I have something to confess. I've not been entirely truthful with you! I'm not from a different country..." She sighed softly, hoping that the reactoin she got wasn't going to be a total freak out. I mean, sure, Jay could come up here and repair the damage, but she would have to ask them to relocate her, because there would be no way she could keep her pseudopodia off Steph, and if she freaked out every time, it would be awful!<br><br>"I'm from a different planet. I'm what you would call a polymorph. Steph, I... I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I'm not going to eat you, or rape you, or... well, not unless you want me to... but... UGGGHHHHH! I am so fucking HORNY! I want you so badly!"<br><br>She waited, holding Stephanie carefully on her lap, waiting to see what the reaction would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 23:23:24</strong>
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				Stephanie went stiff when she told her she was from a different. Was she making fun of her? She tried to shift around in Xanthia's lap but that only stimulated her and made her moan, lifting a hand up and standing; pulling away from Xanthia to look at her. Shit... Everything was all out of proportion... Or was it... She wasn't really sure how to describe the way that Xanthia looked... But... Well. Hadn't she wanted this? Ever since she'd found out about tentacle monsters hadn't she wanted something like this to happen to her? To actually have a tentacle monster be able to take her when ever she wanted? And here one was... Right before her. Telling her that they like- no loved her. And that SHE was the one making her horny. <br><br>She smiled and stepped back forward; shaking a little as she did so. After all... Well fuck she WAS an alien and that's some hard shit to comprehend. She was pretty sure that in an hour after they were done doing what ever it is they were about to do that she would be shocked... She sat back in her lap facing forward and rolled her hips against her. "I um..." She started, not really sure how to start. "I'm really horny too... And um.. I'd like you to take me. Forcefully. Please." She whispered leaning in to kiss and suck on Xanthia's earlobe. Not able to do as much as she could to her, but still trying her best. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 10:47:38</strong>
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				Okay, so, slight freak-out. That was understandable. Stephanie had probably only seen an alien three or for times before and of course the MiB made sure she didn't remember it. Xanthia waited patiently as the human stood up and looked at her. She held the human form for the moment, but made it clear by the shape and the colours that it was a form she was holding and that she could, by implication become any shape she wished. The soft tentacle extending from her crotch wiggled a little, almost comically, as Xanthia waited for Stephanie to make the life-changing decision.<br><br>And then Steph sat back down on Xan's lap, facing her and said she was horny too. "Okay darling. Forcefully it is. Just don't scream, because if you scream I'll be in trouble and you... won't remember me!"<br><br>The one tentacle stiffened and pushed itself firmly inside Steph's vagina. Xanthia leaned back and her clothes seemed to dissolve back into her skin. "Funny," She giggled softly, "I've been walking around naked all this time and you never even knew!" The earlobe that Steph was sucking on grew suddenly, the ear becoming a mouth and the lobe an exploring tongue. "Oh Stars and Comets! OH MY! AHHH!" Xanthia couldn't hold the shape any longer and she seemed to collapse into a large lump of greenish translucent jello.<br><br>Vibrating herself and expanding her structure, she engulfed Stephanie completely, making sure the woman could still breath through that peculiar ineficient system her species had of absorbing oxygen. She paid special attention to the human's breasts, nipples, earlobes, buttocks. She invaded her back door and even slid a tendril delicately into the third opening. And she sucked hard on Stephanie's clit.<br><br>"Ooooh! You know ho much I have wanted to do this with you?" She gasped out directly into Steph's ears. "Soooo Good! AHHH! OH YES!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 21:13:07</strong>
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				Stephanie nodded her head against Xanthia's as she pressed her hips against hers lightly. "Yes please~" She whispered to her happily, not sure what she meant about not being able to remember her. Stephanie let out a gasp at the feel of the tentacle pressing up and into her like that, her hips rolling against it in a pleased manner as she tried to squeeze it with her inner walls; not exactly sure what would make Xanthia feel good or not. <br><br>At the feel of the mouth against hers she eagerly kissed it back; rolling her tongue with it and trying not to freak out anymore then she already had becuase damn did this feel good right now. She pressed her upper chest against Xanthia's trying to figure out what she liked best though it seemed what they were doing alone was enough to get her screaming. Enough to~ oh god. She fell forward and was engulfed in her. She was warm; like a pleasant bath. Stephanie looked down and through her towards the floor of her room before suddenly her entire body was on fire. <br><br>Everything, Xanthia was touching everything on her and doing everything to her. Licking, biting, sucking at all of her most sensitive parts. She closed her eyes and cried out to her new lover. Thrusting her hips and thrashing around in Xanthia wanting to rub against her or pleasure her in anyway possible. The tentacle in her ass was new, she'd never had anything up there before and even though it stung and hurt the pain was quickly being replaced by an extreme pleasure. THe feel of the two tentacles rubbing her insides, and one very small and thin one in a place she hadn't been aware that a tentacle could go. She wondered if Xanthia could release aphrodisiac's through her ... slime? skin? through her what ever it was. <br><br>It was almost overwhelming the pleasure she was being given. She closed her eyes listening to Xanthia moan to her. "Oh god~ oh god~ oh god~" She started crying out then; a hand reaching out for anything to hold onto; wishing for a hand rather then the jello feeling stuff that Xanthia currently was. "Xan~ Xaaa- aah~" She gasped out her body starting to tense as she became wetter and wetter. "nng~ ah~" She bit her lip trying to hold just that much longer but she could already feel an orgasm beginning to hit her. How couldn't she when something like this was being done to her?<br><br>Still she tried to hold out even as her back arched at the attention to her breasts and the suction to her clit. Her head free for her to cry out to Xanthia when the first orgasm rocked through her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 21:44:03</strong>
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				When her species mated, normally the fertilizer would wrap himself completely around the egg-bearer, engulfing her, then he would push tendrils of himself into her, tendrils that would combine with her own structure to become the eggs that would develop inside her and be laid some weeks later. Xanthia had baulked at having the equivalent of a male of her species wrap himself around her in such a way. She had, when told she must mate by her parents, attemped to wrap herself around the male. He had objected and complained.<br><br>She had tried to disguise herself as a male by shifting her pigmentation and moving differently, and had attempted to mate with another egg-bearer, but the female had realised, the moment she tried to penetrate past the outer membrane. It was a lot harder than the males made it look, and the female had thrown her off and called the authorities.<br><br>That was when she had run. Stolen a space ship and headed for the Sanctuary that the Earth was known to be. She had thought it would be easy enough for her to hide, but the MiB had tracked her down. She had asked for asylum and been granted it.<br><br>All this, she would explain to Stephanie later, as they lay exhausted in the bed. But for now, Xanthia was writhing in ecstasy of being wrapped around her chosen mate, penetrating her in as many ways as she could, filling her up. She could not fertilize the human, that was impossible, but she certainly felt Stephanie's orgasms roll over her, one after another.<br><br>Xanthia's species did not climax as such, which she began quickly to see as a bad thing. Instead she simply had a constant high of pleasure as her membrane vibrated against Stephanie's skin, even slipping between her toes.<br><br>Finally, she began to tire, and felt that her lover was too. "Steph... that was amazing. Thank you so much." She slid most of herself off the human and relaxed into a slimy green puddle that her lover was apparently lying in. She reached down and picked up one of the comics at random, giggling at the way the tentacles were apparently tying up the human. "We'll have to try that, next." She suggested. Then with sudden concern formed her human face on a large flat extrusion. "Will you get in trouble if I'm found here? I think I just heard someone come in...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 06:44:24</strong>
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				Stephanie had never before experienced something like this. Everything was being touched; everything was being caressed. God it was wonderful. And to be filled so magnificently by another girl~ she was certain this was heaven. She'd cum at least 5 times with Xanthia... She didn't think it was possible for her to cum that much. Finally though; Xanthia began to slow down and she eeked out one last softer orgasm laying in a pile of her lover... She smiled and rolled over so that her back was on the bed and breathed heavy just looking up at the ceiling with a stupid happy smile on her face. "Don't thank me~ I've never... Oh god Xanthia... You're so good." She whimpered her hips moving slightly at the feelings of what she'd been able to do to her. <br><br>She lifted her eyes to the comic that she was holding up and smiled nodding her head. "Yes~ Definitely. I want to do it all with you Xanthia." She giggled lightly her legs feeling like jelly and her whole body feeling comfortably heavy. It was odd, talking to a blob. She would admit that. She would have much more preferred that Xanthia could have been... well... human looking. Though she guessed that wasn't normal for her, and why shouldn't she be allowed to relax after sex as well?<br><br>Besides; it was kind of nice being held by her like this... Almost as if she was in a nice big warm bath. When her face suddenly formed and she said that she thought she heard someone come in she panicked, not knowing who it could be. She struggled to get off of the bed; pushing through Xanthia's jello like body and onto her own unstable ones. She nearly fell but ended up closing and locking her door in case her mother might have come home far ahead of schedule. <br><br>She slid to the floor and looked to Xanthia. "MOM?" She called nervously looking back over at Xanthia and whispering to her "No it'll be fine... Just... Um... Help me get dressed? and uh.... look like you're dressed too ok?" She asked her heart racing. Hoping that maybe Xanthia hadn't really heard anything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 14:53:15</strong>
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				Xanthia quickly reformed herself into a human body, wearing a long, demure gingham skirt that reached below her knees and a starched white blouse that was buttoned right up to her neck. Her hair seemed to spill out of the top of her head, and cascade onto her shoulders, bounce once and settle into the style she had worn before, then suddenly it pulled itself back into a pony tail held with a pink ribbon.<br><br>The alien achieved all of this while Stephanie was still reaching for her undies. With a soft giggle and an evil grin she took the girl at her word and extended a tendril from her foot that touched Steph on the ankle and quickly spread up her leg, changing colour and texture as it did so, giving the human the appearance of being clothed in jeans and a tee-shirt. The shirt was white, with a colour print of a green tentacle monster on the front and the logo "I <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">♥</span> JAPAN". The tendril that connected them became thin as a thread and transparent.<br><br>Just in time, too. "Steph? You okay?" The woman's voice came through the door. "I found this nice young gentleman outside with a pizza. Did you order it?"<br><br>Xan sneaked a tentacle under the door and formed a tiny eye on the end of it. Sure enough there he was. Agent Jay. Carrying a pizza box. "Say yes." She hissed, even as Jay spotted her eye and grinned down at her. She winked at him and withdrew. Then quickly formed a pair of dark glasses and slipped them over Stephanie's eyes. "Trust me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 00:24:33</strong>
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				"Y-Yeah! I was just napping with a friend is all!" Stephanie lied standing up and feeling a bit weird covered in her girlfriends slime of a body even though it felt like normal clothes as far as she could tell. She messed up her hair a bit more to make it look like she'd been sleeping and opened the door a bit to look through it and saw one of her neighbors with someone that she felt like she should know but knew that she didn't. Maybe he just had one of those faces that you feel like you know them or something. <br><br>"Um Yes! Yeah! Gosh I forgot we ordered that." She laughed awkwardly rubbing at her eyes by pushing the glasses up slightly and walked out yawning. She was a good actress she'd like to believe at least. "Let me just get some money." She said awkwardly moving towards the kitchen to grab a 20 from the cookie jar her mom always left money in for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 01:56:04</strong>
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				Jay had his flashy thing at the ready but when both girls came out wearing identical dark glasses, he looked at Xanathia and said, "Xan, what the hell?"<br><br>"Jay, if you wipe Steph again I will go public. I will get myself on national TV and I will dissolve in front of the cameras, I will tell them all about the MiB agency and all the aliens hiding here on Earth. I will expose you to the press, I will give them the location of MiB headquarters and the way into the spaceport. But ONLY if you mind-wipe my girlfriend again. Now zap the poor bitch who let you in, take your money and get the fuck out."<br><br>As she spoke she reformed Steph's clothing into a sexy looking swimsuit that gently massaged the human's breasts and sex, she kept the dark glasses where they were, though, as Stephanie came back.<br><br>The neighbour gawked, looking back and forward at the strange conversation. Jay shrugged and sighed. "Okay... I just hope you can handle it, Miss Munroe." He turned away directing the neighbour towards the door, Outside, there was a bright flash.<br><br>A few moments He popped his head around the door again and said, "Oh, you can keep the Pizza, on the Agency". And with that he was gone.<br><br>Xanthia giggled and quickly converted the swimsuit into a pair of hands that squeezed and played with Stephanie's breasts, and a couple of long thick rods that swiftly entered her front and back passages and began wiggling around inside her. "I wonder what's on the pizza." She moved to the box and opened it. "Oh wow... uh.... Oh! Um... Well, half of it is peperoni. I guess that's your half." She was hungry. So very hungry. And the bugs covering the other half of the pizza were making her drool. But... She didn't want to scare her lover again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 05:16:31</strong>
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				Stephanie looked over her shoulder at Xan when she said something about getting zapped a 'wait a minute what?' look on her face as she did so. She looked back to the guy she'd just referred to as Jay and then rushed back into her room considering it the safest place to be at the moment and hiding behind a human looking Xanthia. She was happy when the guy was gone and she felt a little bit safer. <br><br>She looked down at what she was wearing now and giggled at it; pressing her breasts into Xanthia's 'hands' and opening her legs just a little wider before suddenly those hands were tentacles thrusting into her sex and up her ass. She whimpered and moaned feeling her legs get a little shaky again as she reached out to hold onto something. Not really paying attention to what it was that Xanthia was saying about the pizza. Just trying her best to focus on not falling. "Go ahead and eat yours out there!" She managed to get out with a minimal amount of moans and pants her newest orgasm hitting her fast as her body thought of the things to come. "I'll just... Keep going... In here!" She whimpered happily as she slid to the floor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 21:13:58</strong>
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				It was almost a relief, but... but Xan knew that a relationship needed to be built on trust. She grinned and stopped caressing her human lover. "Come one, sweetheart, you need to eat. Come in and sit down... Uh. I need to show you this - the agency supplies my food for me. I can't eat what you eat - well, some things I can - your wheat is very similar to our..." She said something that sounded a lot like a whistle with a sloppy wet click at the end, so I can manage wheat flour based products, as long as I have what I guess you'd call an anti-histamine. And tomatoes, for some reason, have the same properties as a Fggrrtt... um, a sort of aquatic creature that looks a bit like a cross between a squid and a porcupine and is about the size of a football..."<br><br>She sighed and opened the lid of the pizza box. "Remember when you threw up at lunch time? it wasn't the sandwich... you saw me eating these..." She picked up one of the bugs. "Please... please don't throw up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 03:55:00</strong>
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				Stephanie pouted on the floor her ass in the air as she was suddenly let go and she wasn't being surrounded by Xanthia anymore. She whimpered her sex throbbing and a deep ache starting to form where the tentacles had been. She slowly got up and off of the floor before falling into the wall and having to steady herself. She moved from her bedroom and wrapped her arms around herself walking to the kitchen to look at the pizza. "OH MY GOD ARE THOSE ALIVE?"<br><br>She screamed jumping back from the pizza the pleasurable high she'd been feeling now gone at the sight of those gross bugs all over their pizza. Where had they gotte- oh... Oh god she ate those. She felt herself start to feel sick and her knees went week again. She looked away from them. "I don't have to watch you eat those do I?" She asked nervously; covering up her mouth; not wanting to look at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 10:27:22</strong>
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				The alien sighed softly. "Uh, no, they aren't alive.. In fact they're made from ...." She tried to recall what Zed had told her when she first arrived. "Uh... Mung bean protean, caramelised onion, Aniseed and trichloroethane. They tell me they're poisonous to you guys, but that's what makes them edible to me. I can't absorb earth proteins without that added secret ingredient, or something..."<br><br>Xanathia saw the expression on her sweetheart's face and, with as close to a human look of concern as she could manage, put the pizza down. "No dear, you don't have to watch." She smiled and pulled Stephanie into her arms, kissing the pretty human passionately. With Stephanie successfully distracted, she moved her real mouth to the small of her back, opened it and quickly ingested all the bugs from her half of the pizza.<br><br>"Okay, all gone!" Xan pulled away. "Now, come sit inside me and we can eat the pizza together." Her half of the pizza had some very obvious gaps in the topping, but it was now clean of bugs. Except .... "OOPS!" She had missed one. she reached out a tentacle, picked it up, and pulled it inside, then moved it rapidly to her real mouth, popping it inside without Steph seeing her do the last bit, and managing not to "bite" off the tip of her tentacle as well. "There, all gone. Now, lets eat..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 18:17:03</strong>
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				Stephanie was quite obviously at a loss for words after Xanthia explained to her what they were made of... At least they weren't real bugs. She would just think of them as like... Those gummy worms or something. Yes. That's exactly what they were. Xanthia was eating crunchy gummy worms... She could make that work in her mind. And when Xanthia pulled her in for a caring kiss she wrapped her arms around her and was lucky not to have noticed that she was eating the bugs at the same time. When they pulled away and she was informed they were gone she shouldn't have been surprised but she was. She even went to look at the pizza before Xanthia quickly realized she'd missed one. Luckily she didn't see it. <br><br>"I um..." She started nervously never liking to disappoint anyone or do or say anything that she thought might make the person not like her. "I don't think I want to sit in you while I eat..." She finally admitted feeling bad about saying that and looking it too. "Can I just... You know... Eat it normally sitting on a chair?" She asked sheepishly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 20:07:45</strong>
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				Normal? Sitting on a chair to eat? "Well, if that's what's considered normal for a mated couple on this planet, then I guess we'll sit on chairs to eat." Xan giggled softly, and added, "As long as we can... um, what's the word...? Ah, yes: play footsie under the table".<br><br>She sat her relatively human form on a chair and reached out to wrap her leg around both of Steph's ankles, spreading her foot up the human's legs. "You know what would be fun?" Xan grinned. "Going out together, with you stark naked and wearing part of me as a really sexy costume. She smiled and her lips closed the distance between them to kiss her lover softly. "It's only fair, after all, I walk around stark naked all the time..." She giggled prettily, then lifted a slice of her side of the pizza and allowed her hand to simply nibble it away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 01:15:33</strong>
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				Steph pulled her chair a little closer to Xan and smiled as her gooey leg wrapped around her own. It tickled a little she had to admit but it didn't feel too bad. She took a bite of her pizza as she listened to Xan talk about her idea; she couldn't help but blush. "But what if someone walks between us?" She asked nervously, not that she would really mind it of course. She wondered for a moment how small Xan could get. "How... How small can make your form?" She asked her curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 11:42:22</strong>
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				"How... How small? Uh, I dunno, I've never tried!" That was an odd question, and Xanthia wondered exactly where she was going with it. She began to condense herself. "Of course," she pointed out, "Size and mass are related by density. As one of your comedy shows points out, 'Ye cannae change the laws o' physics'. I can't reduce what I'm made off except by having bits of me cut off, so no matter how small I get, I will still weigh the same."<br><br>As Xan said this she pulled herself up onto the table, which creaked a bit from all that mass being sat on one place. she was about the size of a larger sports ball, maybe a basket ball or soccer ball. Never having played either of those sports it was rather hard for her to tell... She shaped herself into the form of a rather pudgy looking Buddha statue she'd seen. "Do you have any saffron robes, Steph?" She chuckled, reaching out for another piece of pizza.<br><br>Of course, holding this shape was going to make her hungry. You don't increase the binding energy of your molecular structure without using up a lot of energy. But she thought it would be worth it just to keep her lover happy. "I think this is it. What did you have in mind?" Her tendril still caressed Steph's legs gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 19:23:34</strong>
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				"Oh wow~" Steph murmured leaning forward to watch her change shape; taking notice of how the table creaked with all of the weight in one concentrated spot. She reached out and gently poked at her before moving her hand back. She blushed lightly looking away at that and smiled as she did so. "I was just thinking that... if you could get small enough~ You and I could walk around with you hidden away inside of me. But I didn't think about weight or something like that." She admitted after that. "But I guess we can still walk around with you secretly between my legs and no one would be the wiser." Stephanie sat back then as she realized all the sorts of things she'd be able to do with Xanthia. All the fantasies she'd be able to live out. <br><br>She leaned forward and kissed Xanthia where ever she might be and smiled at her looking her up and down. "I can't believe my girlfriend is a tentacle monster. GOD! That's so sexy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 16:41:41</strong>
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				Xan had to chuckle as she regained her more usual shape, saying "Sorry, but unless you want to look and feel like someone who's ten months pregnant with sextuplets, I wouldn't advise it". She shrugged, and then giggled at Stephanie's comment. "Less of the 'monster', if you don't mind. That word has such negative connotations! I'm a tentacle alien". The alien in question managed to do a very good impression of looking hurt, then grinned. "Well, I can't believe I have a girlfriend at all... It's really quite incredible. Never mind the fact that the agency discourages this sort of relationship."<br><br>Xan was thinking to herself even as she wrapped Steph's lower half in a shimmering network of tickling tentacles. Things that would be fun to do with her girlfriend... "Of course, there is something we could do to scare the living shit out of people...." She said brightly with a grin, carefully reforming her features and colouration. Suddenly, Steph would be looking into her own reflection - except it was the wrong way around to be her reflection. "Any classes you want to cut, I can always attend for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 08:26:59</strong>
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				"Oh!" She said nervously nodding her head at that. "I'm sorry Xan I didn't know there was a politically correct woo-ORD!" She squeaked as she was suddenly being tickled by her lover. She lowered a hand and placed it in the slime; allowing her fingers to be sucked in and smiling at the feeling. She looked up at Xan when she'd suddenly taken on her own form and she looked a bit freaked out by it. "Hell you're scaring me!" She teased lightly thought it was clear that it was a bit odd for her to see. <br><br>She stood up and walked over to her; leaning against what was essentially her own body and gently felt at her cheeks. "Wow~" She murmured to herself before leaning in to kiss her own lips a smile on her face. "That's some meta shit." She whispered with a laugh before moving away and pulling the chair closer. "but I don't like skipping class... I like the walking around naked idea a lot better!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 09:32:20</strong>
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				Xan giggled softly, resuming her "own" face and body. "We'll have to see what we can do, then. And if someone did walk between us...." A tentacle, fine as spider silk, shot from her shoulder over the table and connected with the part of the alien that was wrapped around Stephanie, then the tendril that linked them under the table broke and pulled back in. "As long as I remain in contact with me it stays me."<br><br>The alien pulled a face. "If I loose contact with part of it... uh... you really don't want to know. Let's just say that you wouldn't want to be covered in the material that your body leaves behind, would you?"<br><br>Xan rapidly changed the subject, standing up and moving close to Steph. "So what do you want to do? Go to a movie? Stay in? You mentioned your mom. Is she due home some time? Oh, and what do you want to be wearing?"<br><br>Xan spread herself over Steph's body, creating the illusion of cloth. "Jeans and a hoodie? Little Black Dress? Ooh, Basque top and Daisy Dukes!" As she spoke, the the way she covered Step changed to each of the styles of clothing in question. Xanthia herself appeared to be wearing a sheer silk nightgown that, while it reached her ankles, clung to her sensual curves in a way that revealed more than it concealed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 20:25:02</strong>
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				Steph's features pulled into a slightly grossed out look at the realization of what that mean. But she appreciated the fact that Xan was changing the subject for her. "Mom won't be back for a week. She's out of town for some Business or whatever." She told her honestly not really caring that much. <br><br>She stood up and took what was left of the pizza to put it in a plastic container and stuck it in the fridge. Making to put sure their separate pizza's in different containers... Not wanting to really have hers touch Xan's to be perfectly honest. Those bugs were really gross! <br><br>She giggled as she watched her outfits change; looking down at them and then walked over to Xan squishing herself against her and kissing her lightly on the cheeks. "Uuum... How about Jeans and hoodie... What all of New york have you seen so far? Maybe we could go check some fun touristy stuff out? I mean... If you'd like that." She said with a small smile on her face laying her head against her shoulder.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 10:55:18</strong>
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				Xan chuckled softly at the idea of doing touristy stuff. "Mmmm... Well I've probably seen more of the city that you have, but from much further up." She grinned. "I tell you, it's a magnificent sight from low earth orbit. I'd love to show you, but the Agency confiscated my car keys. Apparently, the only reason I've not been slapped with a ten million grupht fine is because of the circumstances under which I stole the ship..." the alien's head ducked down into her shoulders and popped back up again.<br><br>"Actually, no, they are very careful about space craft movements. Something to do with the treaty. Forgive me for saying this, but, your world is kinda puny. You think nuclear weapons are bad..." She shook her head, then brightened. "Sorry, I get distracted. Galactic politics is such a depressing subject. Lets go have some fun."<br><br>Xan followed Steph out of the door, both of them dressed in jeans and a hoodie - apparently - although the human's 'underwear' consisted of three tentacles that insisted on wiggling their way into the woman's three lower orifices. and a number of tendrils that were wrapped tightly around her breasts and kept sucking softly on her nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 01:24:18</strong>
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				"Oh~" Stephanie responded trying to comprehend everything that she was saying and getting the general sense of it. But then when she said something about us thinking nuclear weapons were bad... She looked at her slightly confused. "but I thought they were... bad..." She moved in a little closer to her and then reached for the door instead looking down as she was suddenly covered in normal feeling clothes. She smiled to her and held out her hand until suddenly-<br><br>"Oh! ooooh." She whimpered holding tightly onto Xan's hand for support; her hips twitching at the feel of something wiggling up and into her urethra. She'd never experienced something like that before today and it was a little hard to stay up straight as a result of it. But oh god did she love the feel of it. She almost considered asking Xan to go back and into the apartment so that she could be fucked over by her again and again until school tomorrow. Instead she simply walked down and into the main floor; passing up a few of the elderly women that lived in her building as she did so. she smiled and nodded her head to them; one of them commenting on how she looked a little flushed and maybe she should go back up stairs and lay down. Steph merely shook her head and thanked them for caring before introducing them to her friend Xan and walking out the doors. <br><br>Once outside Steph pulled a little closer to Xan and whispered to her "Can you make them bigger? Please Xanthia~" She couldn't help but love the idea that she was being filled by her girlfriend out in the open. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 21:49:18</strong>
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				Xanthia, chuckled at the human's naivety. "Nuclear weapons? Well, yeah... Dynamite is bad in the hands of a child, darling." she smiled pleasantly as they walked out of the building, nodding to the old folks she was introduced to, and then at Steph's request tripled the diameter of the tendrils that occupied the woman's orifices. She extended their lengths too.<br><br>As she did so, she spoke softly. "Look, I'm not really supposed to say anything about technology, but... well, the Agency have cleared you, so..." She shrugged. "A thermonuclear bomb can flatten a city and leave it uninhabitable for a hundred years. A nova bomb can explode a star, whipe the entire solar system from the map. The planet, everything and everyone on it would be vaporised, ninety seconds after detonation and the first thing anyone would know about it would be a bad case of sunburn that lasted a microsecond. And the planet isn't just uninhabitable, it's gone! For ever!<br><br>"Only one race has ever actually used a nova bomb on an inhabited star system. They were loosing a war, and got desperate. Of course, the problem they had was that using the bomb had the opposite effect than intended. Instead of forcing their opponents to back off, it made neutral races join the war against them and they were wiped out."<br><br>Xanthia shrugged. "But anyway, that's depressing. Let's talk about something else". They walkes casually along the sidewalk and Xanthia slipped an arm around Stephanie's shoulders, then made her lover's breasts jiggle alternately, stopping the moment anyone was around. She didn't stop caressing Steph's clit, or nipples though, and she lapped up the juices that dribbled sweetly from the woman. "So where to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 22:55:44</strong>
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				The moment that Xanthia tripled the size of the tentacles inside of her body she couldn't really focus on what she told her; she heard it all, but only understood about half of it. She let out a squeak and then a whimper; an orgasm rocking through her body suddenly and leaving her breathless. She wondered what she looked liked to the other around her, what they would think if they knew she was having sex right now out in the open. <br><br>The thought that she was being played with by Xanthia in public made Stephanie's heart race and her sex flood with excitement, She tried to look as if she was just feeling under weather, instead of feeling pleasures she'd only imagined. "I don't think I can keep walking like this." She admitted to her, already panting and gasping for breath and they hadn't even walked more then a few minutes. <br><br>"W-where do you live?" She managed to ask after a few moments of just deep breathing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 23:34:01</strong>
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				Steph's climaxes were really sweet, and Xanthia was actually having a few small ones herself from the pleasurable contact and the naughtiness of what she was doing to her lover. When the human started to flag and admitted she was having trouble walking, Xan nodded. "Okay, love." She withdrew the tentacles a little, shrinking them back to the sizes they had been originally. "There. Is that better? Or should I take them out altogether?"<br><br>The alien did stop caressing, too, and as Steph got her breath back and asked where she lived, she answered, "I have an apartment over in Harrison, on the corner of Cleveland and Frank E. Rogers. It's above this beauty salon that I've never been into..." She shrugged. "It's not much, but it's mine. Uh... if you want to see it, you can, but..." Xan shook her head. "Let's just say I don't really go in for furniture in any big way."<br><br>She led Steph around a corner and to a bus stop. Her hand appeared to dip into her pocket and pull out a student bus pass. She contemplated it for a moment and then smiled. "Okay got it. You have one too, in your right front pocket".<br><br>As they sat and waited for a bus, the alien just smiled and wrapped an arm around her human. It was a pleasant afternoon and the rather pathetic little star was doing it's best to shine warmly on the city. Xanthia sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 08:27:39</strong>
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				Stephanie shook her head when she asked if she wanted her to take them out. "No~ no leave them in. I&nbsp; like the idea of what we're doing right now out in public." She whispered to her; clenching her inner muscles for a moment as if to show her just how much she really did like it. <br><br>She thought about it for a moment, whether or not she'd like to go to Xanthia's place or not. "We could go if you wouldn't mind, but if you'd like... we could stay at my place for the week? Is there stuff you need from your apartment? Like food?" She asked trying not to get a look on her face when she asked about that. <br><br>When they sat down she wiggled her hips against Xanthia's tentacle inside of her and leaned her head on her shoulder, reaching out to place a hand on her knee. It was weird how comfortable this felt. "do you miss your old- um... home?" She asked, wanting to have said planet but deciding against it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-05-2012, 23:04:46</strong>
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				"Are you ... asking me to move in with you?" Xanthia actually blushed. It was something she'd been practising and it seemed she'd finally managed to get it right. "I... I'd love to. I should probably bring my food supply over, if that's okay with you? Zed said the Worms are working on a tablet I can take that makes it possible for me to digest real Earth animal protein, but it's taking a while. Personally I think letting a bunch of creepy little stick-insects handle the project is a mistake, but... well, Jay told me they are the best choice."<br><br>She rambled for for a bit, forgetting that Stephanie didn't know who Zed, Jay or the Worms were.&nbsp; But her old home, ah that was something she could talk about with some confidence. "Some times, yes. The sun is hotter and brighter and the air is a lot thicker. There's places where it's possible to go air-gliding. Basically, you make yourself a thin as possible, and jump off a cliff, as the air thickens towards the bottom you sort of skip over it, and if you catch a thermal, you can sometimes ride it back up to the top of the cliff... It's great fun, but very dangerous. My ... uh, I suppose the word is, my mother - she gave me such a spanking after I got caught doing it!"<br><br>Xanthia shrugged, or at least tried to. "It's not as prettu a planet as this one though. It's almost criminal what your species has done to bits of this world. There are species out there who would kill to have a planet as pretty as this one." She waved a hand vaguely upwards, then grinned. "But the treaty means they aren't allowed to, so the planet is safe enough... As long as the MiB stay on their toes."<br><br>Just then, the bus arrived and Xan seemed to flow onto it even before the doors opened fully She grinned as the driver and waved a tentacle at him. He grinned back and said "gbtreegla Htrythg?"<br><br>"Htrythgar bgdrtskap Sterfinee. Shoolalga Hrrp?" Xan turned to Stephanie and tiold her "He asked who you were. I told him your my mated-friend and asked if he minds." <br><br>The bus driver blinked in a rather disconcerting way - horizontally, and shrugged. "None of my business, Xan, honey. If you wanna get kicked off planet by the agency that's your lookout."<br><br>"They already cleared her". Xan took Stephanie by the hand and led her back down the bus. The three other people on it had paid no attention whatever to what was going on at the front. Xan recognised one of them as a Thelostrian, but didn't know the other two. "You get a lot of us riding buses", she told her human lover. "It's cheaper than anything else." She sat near the back, wrapping herself around Stephanie. "It's about twenty minutes from here." She relaxed and her colouring faded to a translucent pink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>31-05-2012, 01:48:17</strong>
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				"Oh! Well... no... not exactly move in with..." Steph told her looking down with a slight frown on her face, not wanting to disappoint her. "I just meant that... well, my mom won't be back for a week, and I thought it would be nice to maybe have a week long sleep over!" Stephtold her with a laugh snuggling into her. Steph tried to pretend that she understood what Xanthia was talking about, nodding her head along with to her words.&nbsp; <br><br>The second part she was talking about, Steph could picture it in her mind. "Why is it dangerous?" Steph asked looking at her curiously. "I mean.. if you're not really solid... How can you get hurt?" She was honestly very curious about that one, what could hurt a tentacle mon- her girlfriend. "Yeah I agree." She told her nodding when she talked about what her species had done to the planet. "Maybe during the summer or something, we can go out to the country? It's really pretty outside of the City." She told her with a smile, remembering all the fun times she's had outside of New York.<br><br>Steph was about to get on the bus after Xanthia when she saw the tentacles. She blinked a few times obviously shocked by this and stared at the Bus Driver. She didn't mean to be rude it was just that well... She HAD just found out that there were Aliens on her planet... Lots of them apparently. "O-Oh." She responded trying not to seem like she was shocked by all of this. Trying to act as if she was unfazed and this was just some run of the mill thing that happened every day with her. <br><br>She sat with her eyes wide, but her expression relaxed when Xanthia relaxed around her, leaning her head into Xanthia's form she closed her eyes and sighed. "This is so weird." She said with a slight laugh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 01:17:37</strong>
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				As the bus moved off, Xan tried to explain why things could be dangerous to her.<br><br>"Okay, well, let's see... can you swim? Most of your species are taught to swim at an early age, yes? So how come you still drown?" Xan smiled and squeezed a little where her flesh covered Steph's breasts, then began sucking on both her nipples simultaneously again. "Tell me, darling, what do you think would happen to an amorphous blob if it slammed into a cliff face at a hundred metres per second?"<br><br>She sighed and with a shrug added, "We aren't just composed of jelly, we do have a cellular structure. We have what you would call males and females. I have a brain, and a nervous system, and what you would probably call a heart. Or I did until you stole it, you naughty human..." The alien giggled, kissed her human pet, a nasty tentacle diving down the woman's throat for a few moments. "So, yeah. Like you and water, in the right conditions you can swim, or at least float. Wrong conditions, you sink and drown. Same with us. Right conditions, I can bend around things, even have its ripped off me and it's fine. Wrong conditions, or rip too much off, and I cease to be."<br><br>The bus stopped and a woman got on. Xan straightened up and reformed herself into herself and Stephanie's clothing. The woman was clearly just a human. and she lokked at the others on the bus suspiciously, then sat near the front.&nbsp; The rest of the trip went fairly quickly and at last Xan stood up, saying, "Here we are". The driver pulled over and she hopped of the bus, calling "Thanks Paulo", to hum cheerfully, dragging Steph by the hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 16:19:42</strong>
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				This Stephanie understood, she continued to listen along to what Xanthia told her, that made sense. You could destroy a silly putty if you dropped it from a third story window, why couldn't a hit into a cliff side going a 75mph do the same to something of her size? "Really?" She asked curiously when Xan told her that she had a nervous system. She was going to ask if there was any way to see it, but decided against. <br><br>Opting to blush furiously instead and then make a few squeaking noises as her girlfriend stuck her tongue down her throat literally. She sucked on in for a moment or two, trying not to panic and choke around it, and before that could even become a possibility, Xanthia pulled out and looked like a human again. <br><br>Steph giggled as the other woman got onto the bus and cuddled against her alien lover, reaching for her hand and holding it tight as she enjoyed the rest of the ride. <br><br>When the bus came to a stop they moved and got off, Stephanie following closely after Xanthia, checking behind her out of habit to make sure she hadn't left anything. When they were on the street she looked around. It was pretty much like any New York neighborhood. Pretty little shops lined the streets, there was a church further down. It was nice. <br><br>Steph smiled and squeezed her lovers&nbsp; hand. "Ok which way?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 22:32:52</strong>
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				"This way...." Xanthia led the way across the road towards the beauty parlour. A brown door down the street a short way from Rita's led them into a narrow stair case. As soon as the door was closed Xan just dissolved into a pale pink translucent gloop and engulfed her lover. She giggled softly as she helped the human climb the stairs, while caressing every single part of her naked body. The door lock to the apartment yielded to a part of Xan shaped like a key, and the door swung open to reveal a room with a TV, a sofa and a fridge in it. The "studio" style bed was folded into the wall and in it's place was a large antique galvanised steel bath tub.<br><br>"Here we are. Chez moi. That's French, I think? Anyway, this is where I live. Like I said, not big on furniture."<br><br>The floor was dark red linoleum, the walls were a pale yellow. Orange drapes decorated the windows. A small kitchen area had an electric hob and some cupboards, clearly unused. The place was clean, but Spartan. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 04:33:27</strong>
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				Stephanie followed dutifully after Xanthia, making sure that no one got between them, and when they reached the brown door she was looking forward to seeing what her place looked like. When the door closed she squealed at the way that she was suddenly engulfed. She giggled and laughed along with Xanthia, this time it felt more like she was being tickled then it did that she was being fucked by her Tentacle Alien girlfriend. She somehow managed to make it up the stairs with out falling, and when she looked around the apartment she nodded. 'I guess you don't need much when you're not human' she thought to herself. <br><br>"I like your tub." She commented. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 12:50:46</strong>
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				"Tub..? Oh the tub, yes..." Xan giggled. "It's where I sleep. Saves me dribbling through the floorboards. So, want a bath?" the alien shut the door with an extruded tentacle, and then flowed into the tub, filling it with what looked just like water. Her head, torso and arms formed, as though she was relaxing in a bath, the "water" rippling around her rather like a computer simulation of water.<br><br>"I'm probably not going to get you clean - more likely to get you dirty, in fact". Xantia smirked and formed a long thin tentacle that extruded from where her crotch would be if she were human and lying in the bath tub. The tentacle snaked it's way over to Stephanie and wrapped itself around her waist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 10:42:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment Stephanie wondered what would happen if she ran and jumped into the tub... Other then for hurting herself on the shallow thing she wondered what it would do to Xanthia. She decided not to take the chance of hurting her and just smiled sweetly as the tentacle wrapped around her. She looked don to it and ran her hand along it gently, before walking towards her and looking into the vat. <br><br>This could be fun~ "Mat I join you?" She asked sweetly, hands on the edge of the tub, wanting to climb in with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 21:13:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Xanthia giggled. "Why, am I coming apart?" It was an old, old joke, and it was the same, oddly enough, in her own language, where the verb "to join" had the same two meanings as English, plus an extra two.<br><br>Suddenly the tentacle around the naked human hardened, thickened and lifted Stephanie off the ground. The young woman was hoisted into the air above the tub and then the tentacle disolved into liquid. Stephanie fell two feet and landed face down in the bathtub full of gloop. It gave beneath her, slowing her fall folding around her. Xan's face appeared , sort of in the middle of her own body, right in front of Steph's and giggled, "Gotcha". And the mouth pressed against the human's mouth, tongue - or tentacle, it didn't make any difference - forcing itself inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Transfer Student (A MiB Story) - Chrystal &amp; Poisin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 02:00:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Steph faltered for a moment when she thought about the joke but gave a quick short laugh to it, shaking her head at it. She was going to say something witty back (probably) but she was suddenly up and off of the floor, as quickly as she was lifted she was dropped. Steph gave a small squeak of surprise before belly flopping into Xanthia. Her arms were crossed in front of her, her breasts pressing out between them She opened her eyes slightly and looked into Xanthias, a sheepish smile playing across her face. She didn't relax into the kiss, she wasn't really sure what to do yet when you were surrounded by a bit vat of goop, but she did respond fairly normally to the kiss, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wider for her, running her tongue along what ever 'part' it was that was being pressed into her mouth.
			</dd>
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