FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By: MalictheWriter

Fanciful fabrics clasped close to her altered body. The rough partial exoskeleton had far more feeling than she had imagined it might. The cloth that hung off it brought about a generally pleasant set of sensations. It contoured to her body well, showing off every inch of what she had been assigned. That it tugged at her body in all the right ways proved the most distracting, but the attention the dress brought to her elliciced not just confidence that her mission would be successful, but an underlying confidence in this body as a whole.

"Check out the markings on that one," said a male. It was clear he was attempting to slyly point her way. She looked towards the source with her mandibles flared.

"She's scary dude, I wouldn't bother," whispered the other. Not noticing as she walked up.

"So, I see I've been spotted," she said rather casually. The one who referred to her as scary nearly jumped.

"Yes you have, by myself and just about everyone else at the party," said the cockier of two males. He slipped up next to her and tugged her body to his own. Her mandibles clicked tight.

***

Cramped inside the space suit he crawled spider-like along the windowless walls, darting along the outskirts of the space station far from prying eyes. The magnetic grip fought hard against the spin of artificial gravity as he made his way to the room he would be hijacking. From a pack on his chest gimbaled two mechanical arms, each tipped with a laser which commenced to cutting away at the atmosphere preserving window.

"Hope I'm at the right room," joked the agent.

"You are," came the terse response of his handler.

"Unless someone made a mistake," further teased the agent.

"You should know by now that if something goes wrong we most assuredly won't be speaking with you again," came the yet more terse response.

"That's it, I'm going to a party where people will actually respect my banter," said the Agent as the gimbaled arms finished cutting a perfect circle into the window.

***

"If everyone's watching perhaps I shouldn't be seen fraternizing with such rabbel..." came her biting reply. The less confident of the two friends bit at a finger trying to stifle the laugh.

"Rabbel? You wound me," he said letting her go so that he could melodramatically clutch his hands to his chest. It was her turn to advance now.

"One doesn't get pricked when handling an Orlthrax delicately correct? Perhaps your next encounter with a would-be mate will have you acting with a bit more dignity," she said as she slipped towards him and ran a finger along the rim of his shoulder.

He was torn between pulling back further and letting himself get pulled by her slight tug to his chest. The back and forth had him frozen in her gentle yet societally reinforced grasp. He was trapped, and everyone saw it. The bitten back laugh of his friend welled up to the surface.

She pulled back and stepped away just as it flooded the room with his audible defeat. Now then, where was her target?

***

"Just remember your target, Officer Calig Vicrian," came the response.

"Of course, how could I forget a big chalky mug like Officer Calig's," said the agent as he slipped out of the space suit. The room was cozy, though the smell was a touch alien. Not surprising given that it was a Turian station.

"Careful agent, you'll be getting to know Calig in great detail. It might be wise to not ridicule him," came the reply," is the package in the room."

"Looks like," said the agent with a frown," injector and a pill?"

"Yes, the pill is for emergencies. Full personality overwrite. It's recommended you only use should capture seem inevitable."

"Yeah yeah, I remember from training," said the agent as he slipped the autoject into his left arm. There was a sharp mechanical woosh and all that was left were two pinpricks and a light beige bruise.

"Approximate changing time will be 10 minutes. Our window for contacting you is closing before that however. You are going to have to maintain radio silence for the rest of your mission."

"Sounds good, shutting off comms now."

"Oh before you go, command is asking that you keep the dress intact. It was apparently quite expensive."

"I'll make no promises, agent signing off," he said as the beige coloration of the injection site began to spread.

***

"Not often you get to see a live murder at one of these parties," came a voice from behind. She turned to face a green painted grey skinned male before her.

"An all too common occurrence in my line of work," she said back.

"You have the demeanor of a Hastatim. He should have known better than to flirt casually. You're either interested in a target or not at all," he spoke back, looking around.

"And you think I'm after you?"

"Not at all, I'm just interested in finding my way on your radar should your target prove...uncooperative. A suggestion more than a request."

"I'll take it into consideration," she said, her body on edge.

"It's all I ask," he said with a bow low enough to show off his head ridges. She almost reached out to touch them, but the mission pulled her hand away. The laughter from before was dying down.

She turned to go, finally catching sight of her target.

***

The changes were progressing with speed now. The beige bruise proved to be more than just a mark left by the injector. Instead did it spread, revealing itself to be the color of his soon to be chitinous skin. He watched his changing arm in the mirror, holding it up to prod at as the small spines grew from his elbow. The change was localized entirely on his left arm initially, focused around the injector sight.

Deciding that a good way to get used to the new arm would be to use it he set about using it to acquaint himself with the other mission supplies. It was with his Turian hand he first grabbed hold of the facepaint and dress. Laying the first out on the table before the mirror, and the second out and splayed over the bed. It was a nice deep blue, a perfect match to the somewhat lighter face paint. Shoulders spreading out he began to feel the ridge form beneath his tight undershirt. No use sticking with human clothing he disrobed just in time to watch a dart of chitin to form a line from his neck down to his crotch.

Hidden behind the pants. With his Turian hand he clung to the bowl that had been made of his shoulders as his human hand slipped tentatively down beneath his belt. He could feel his cock, erect but miniscule as it slipped back and caved inwards. Her body was changing fast, and this was perhaps the first major change that had given the agent true pause. Would she really be able to play the part? The change was certainly growing convincing enough for her, but would she really be able to act like a Turian female?

***

As she approached the table she was first stopped by guards. She brushed them off with a casual arrogance she was told would entice the target's interest. It seemed to work, as she stood there and locked eyes with him she focused on ignoring the commands coming at her from either side. A faint smile crept across the face of Calig Vicrian.

"You gonna tell your friends to let me through?" said agent with a similar smile of her own.

"I'm too tempted to watch you take them out," teased the older Turian before finally waving them off.

She joined him there at the bar. He ordered her a drink. She accepted. It was all by the numbers. If this were any other job she would be feeling quite confident, but the simultaneous species and gender switch had thrown things for a loop. Observing Turian custom with the best of them, she downed her drink in tandem with him. This was working. This would work.

***

She disrobed fully in time to catch the last of her lost masculinity fade into the tight slit between those beige chitinous legs. Over half of her was Turian now, and it came to cover more of her each second. Soon there would be nothing left of her but the alias. Her... It felt weird to think it, but as she trailed her human hand down against that slit for the first time it was hard to think anything different. She had to play the part well. The intel would be hers. He would succumb. The body they gave her made sure of that.

With her human hand tracing lightly down along her slit she could feel her fingers changing like the other, growing sharper and just as rough as the rest of her radiation defying skin. The most sensitive part of her had become that slit, and she could not help but feel drawn to it. Watching the reflection she drew back with what willpower she could muster on such short notice. Her face had grown mandibles which spread wide in anxiety over the growing arousal.

Turning her attention away from the sensual she focused on her altering face, watching as the mandibled jaws clacked happily at the sight of her light effinimate fringing. She turned her head at once one way, watching as the human skin faded away into nothingness, and then turned the other to see her fully transformed self staring back behind sharp green eyes. Her own gaze seemed to frighten her, even she wouldn't want to be stared down by a creature with such a powerful aura. Out of a strange spurt of shyness she looked away, breaking eye contact from the reflection of a body that was hers, but at the same time so clearly not hers. Once more her view drifted down, along a more fully formed Turian female.

***

"Of all the Hastatim enforcers I've encountered you strike me as the softest," said Calig.

"It's far from the easiest job. I do what I must for our people, but I must admit there are times when compassion bites at me," admitted the agent.

"So you chase it down with drink and love?" said Calig.

"...perhaps... from time to time," said the agent.

"You want me don't you? What is it that drew you here?" said Calig, eyeing her with intensity.

"I want...I want to escape..." said the agent, almost hinting at the sort of treason Calig loved to court in both his business affairs and literal affairs.

"Your duties? That would be dangerous indeed," said Calig, seemingly charmed by this display.

"Only for a time, and only with you," she said to him, drawing near.

"Consider me yours then," said Calig as he drew her in for a very public kiss.

***

The shifting was over. All was still. She looked over her body, finding it enthralling. With one hand she reached down. There was time before the party. She would be taking a shower anyway. Why not try it? I mean really? What's stopping her... from... just... It was like electricity arcing from those firm fingertips. With the changes finished she could finally feel the audacity of the pleasure just a mere touch could provide. Rubbing once more along that thin vertical slit she splayed her mandibles and let lose a low moan. Oh what pleasures had the changes brought.

Slipping back away from the mirror she splayed herself out upon the bed. On hand tugged at the cup of her shoulders, exalting in the way in which her new physicality rest upon itself in such a fashion. She was Turian. She was female. Working up the nerve to pry apart her legs she set about fingering herself properly, running the long thick index substitute down into her hard to penetrate pussy. It was more pleasure than she could have possibly imagined. Why did it have to feel so good?

With a tip she pried, only to have to try desperately to hold her mandibles shut with her other hand. Sans penetration any and all attention paid to her splayed sex proved immensely pleasurable. So much so that she caught herself crying out past all attempts to muffle her moans. All this from the simple stroking of her slit, so sensitive was it to the attention she doled out.

This would not do. She new her mission parameters. How far she's had to masquerading as a krogen, a salarian, even another turian. Though never a female in any of those past transformative spy missions, she knew full well that the demands of the job could and in all likelihood would end with her being bedded. Being ambushed then and there by there by the sensations of sex would make it quite difficult, one could even say hard if one could withstand the pun, to remain in character while succumbing to such desires.

Already it was proving quite difficult. With only the faintest bit of pressure applied, her slit unparted on all accounts. She had allowed herself to be reduced to a moaning mewling needy little thing. Panting hard she took a break. This was going to be difficult. With eyes closed she took to regulating her breathing. Her mandibles clacked as she focused on herself. Controlled herself. She would be in control. She would remain in control. Biting at one finger she probed ever harder with the other, eyes going wide as she finally dove inside.

***

Calig pressed forward, the two Turian's mandibles clacked together both loudly and lewdly for any interested party to see. It was not custom to display affection this openly at the sort of party they were attending. Many eyes had found their way along her exposed back, and if it wasn't for the thick carapace of her cheeks the blush over the act would have been visible for miles. Never before had a target been this forward. This eager.

She kissed back, grabbing at his hands and holding tight. In the face of such attention he had become her only comfort. Now then, of course, in that moment of weakness, he pulled back. Leaving her mandibles parted and her eyes all but crossed. Remembering her training she tried her best to regain her composure, an act that required all the willpower she could hope to muster. With mouth closed and eyes straight she sat at the bar as though nothing had occurred.

"Quite the display, Calig," said the agent.

"An affectation brought forth no doubt by my time with humans," said Calig in a farcical display of humility," they can be far more affectionate than we are during these sorts of engagements."

"Indeed," said the agent, desperate to conceal her recently removed humanity," It was a rather enjoyable experience, perhaps we can do it again behind closed doors?"

"Or perhaps we can do it again right now?" said Calig as he once more drew her in for a kiss. Now everyone in the party were busy watching the two of them.

***

Deep dove her finger, evoking yet a firmer bite on her free hand. Tiny eyes clenched tight as she pressed back with her legs, rocking up along the bowl of her shoulders and using it to pivot upward, thrusting up and against her own forceful hand as she groped and curled inward. Forcing her finger inside the tightness of her body she felt an immediate and profound infatuation with the sensations felt. Forceful came the waves of pleasure, seemingly radiating from her finger like beams of light which danced along her naked body. She shivered. She moaned. All the tighter she clenched and bit.

It was all too much. This was a different kind of pleasure than she was familiar with. It was so much more and so much less all at once. With her finger inside she felt an almost radioactive fullness pulsing throughout. It was as though she had been stabbed with pleasure itself. Each curl of her finger, each rock of her body, and every shudder all culminated into a powerful build up. Her toes curled, her body seized. It was here.

***

"What say we go back to my room?" said Calig.

"I...of course," said the agent, still a bit star struck from all the public affection. What was she doing? This wasn't like her at all. Brushing those feelings aside she stood up and offered her hand for him to hold.

"Delightful," said the Turian target as he clutched at the same hand she had used to explore herself. She of course could not help but notice just how much longer his fingers were than her's as the clasped her hand and lead her away.

She turned back to the party, wordless in her obedience as she followed. All eyes were on the two of them. All the men who had flirted with her. All the women who yearned for her attention. It seemed like everyone was jealous of the the two of them. That they had hooked up so brazenly made it all the more frustrating. A confidence was born from this. A self assuredness which had her swaying her hips and flaring her mandibles. She stopped Calig for a moment, tugged back on his arm, and initiated a third and final public display of excess affection.

***

She was not ready. What was already pleasure beyond her imagining became washed away in the constant deluge of desire that now fulfilled her. This was so far beyond what all the male bodies she had occupied were capable of feeling. So different. So better. She withdrew from a clenching vulva which seemed to drip with pent up desire well released. A ragged breath and a dozen more followed as she processed these new sensations. These new alien feelings which she could not help but love.

Her hand lay sex slickened on the sheets, her new sex no longer able to clasp against its lengthy intruder. She took a more relaxed breath, nice and slow. The air filled her alien lungs fully as her mandibles clacked out between moans of bliss. The afterglow was a wholly pleasant experience, not only did it feel physically good, there was an emotional weight from before that had been entirely banished by her own hand. Or, she supposed more specifically, her finger.

There was a certain subconscious discomfort that came from changing both species and sex for the assignment. Now, with her body well spent, it was hard for her mind to muster up the nerve. For it to claim this was not her. That this body was not her. This would run entirely at odds with the delirious deluge of pleasure that had just carried her to such dizzying heights. He was familiar with this set of events. This was not out of the ordinary for him. As a male Turian and Salarian he had done this before. Jerked off and felt better about his body afterwards.

What made this different, besides the sexual release, was just how natural it felt afterwards. How like a Turian female he now felt. Before as a Turian male or Salarian male he found himself still feeling somewhat like it was a suit. A costume. And indeed it was a costume for the mission after all. This time something was off. It felt more like her. Like she was always going to be in this body. A shiver of fear mixed in with the pleasure.

***

A similar shiver now shifted through her form. This new body of hers which she had just flung forward. Mandible clacked with mandible as the third kiss was longer and more passionate than all that had come before it. She had given and invitation, and Calig accepted with a lustful force she was not quite expecting. Behind her back drift his hands, tugging their bodies close together as he held her there. Before the crowd their tongues danced proud. She was male. She was male. She was male. She had to keep thinking that to restore some semblance of comfort to the ruse. She was not supposed to enjoy the flirtation this much.

Calig drove forward, nearly knocking her off her feet as their collars clacked lewdly against one another. Their bodies where all but one, and she had long since surrendered to this torrent of affection. With force he had aroused her. Part of her was having trouble focusing on the mission. Calig was still the target. Calig would always be the target, but now in her mind the mission parameters were getting jumbled at tongue tip. Sleeping with him was no longer a possibility, it was something she personally wanted to experience. Think of how easy it would make the mission? Forget that. Think about how much fun it could be. Calig withdrew his tongue from her mouth.

"My my, ever the show off. To think you'd have me make jealous suitors of all these men and women," said Calig.

"Someone as skillful as you with that tongue deserves all the attention a room might provide," she managed to say as she pulled on him to right herself.

Stepping forward as she did Calig watched her body sway. She approached the door, fanning his ID card and opening up the room before handing it to him with a slight smirk. He blinked, grabbed his card, and placed it back in the pocket she had managed to take it from. She was slick, and he was all about that. Together they emerged into the VIP hall, and began the short stroll towards his room.

It was a spartan thing, reflecting well the man who's only ostentatious leanings were nested in the boldness of his actions. He was without pomp, and his room reflected this. A few steps inside and she was already at the foot of his bed. Had she been forced to come up with another description, she would have called it a cell. A prison reflected a well regimented life, a life that would no doubt change drastically when the information that it was his intel that had made it into human hands.

She tried not to think about it. The double cross. It never helped to remember what she was after while she was after it. The small steps. The minutiae of seduction and what happened throughout. That was her focus. That needed to be her focus. She took a short breath, hoping he didn't notice whilst pouring drinks but a step and a half away from her. She focused. She concentrated. Her eyes slipped off the bed and back onto Calig. Were male turians always this attractive?

She remembered being one of course. Many missions ago. She remembered looking over her naked body clad in similar chitin. Looking over her body then. Even now that she reflected on that she started to find her old male form appealing in a new light. Hormones must be at play. They had to be. Calig turned suddenly. Her body tensed up. She reached out a hand to grab the offered drink. She regarded him carefully, and tried desperately to maintain the confidence she had exuded for so much of their exchange thus far.

"Many thanks Calig," she said as she pulled it up and assumed the proper toasting procedures.

"I should be the one thanking you. It has been much too long. Much too long indeed," said Calig, a hint of sadness in the tone.

"A fact that needs much correcting," she said.

"Already so it seems," he followed, and downed his shot.

She downed her own. It stung her tongue, and must have done so to his as well. He leaned in, dragging his tongue down against her neck. She could do little more than moan as he began to explore her body. To chart each and every chitinous inch of this transformed flesh. Once more her body clenched up, pushed back against him. She needed to do this. For the mission of course, but for herself most of all. She needed to make love.

It became part of her every action. She wore her desires like she wore the dress, and just like the dress it caught his eye. Calig pulled her to him and dispensed with another three kisses, each with the veracity of the last. She had pleased him. She could see he wore his desires out in the open now as well. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, a face well communicated as he kissed all the way back to the sensitive base of her mandibles, where the chitin met the muscle. It was all too much too fast, she let out a moan, pressing back from the excitement.

"I expected that spot might provoke that kind of response," teased Calig as he pressed forward yet again, a knowing expression on his face," Lights, 50%."

It was clear to her now that this was a Turian who knew how to pleasure females. How to satisfy their desires. This was just the male she yearned for. In that moment she would do anything for him. For his love. Her mission came second. Their building pleasure came first. He reached around in the dimming light to work at unbuckling the dress. His large fingers worked slowly yet firmly to reveal her in totality. Soon she would be standing before him naked. Exposed. The data miner weaved inside the fabric would drop to the floor, where she could playfully kick it near the bed for later use.

More pleasurable than putting it on. More pleasurable than wearing it. The sensation of taking it off. Of having it taken off. Of having it taken off before those knowing passionate eyes. She did not hide herself. She stepped back not to stop him or slow him down. She stepped back not to just kick the dress in the direction she wanted to, though she did indeed manage to do just that. No, she stepped back to show him her body. To show him what he would be given to indulge upon and inside that night.

Calig licked at his chitinous lips. She was so pent up it was doubtless that he could taste her on the air. He watched her, not driving forward but letting her withdraw. Letting her put on her show. This display of sexuality. This body that had been assigned to her in order please him so deeply. He acknowledged her with something approaching reverence. Even as he disrobed he would watch her. She swayed back and forth, balancing from one leg to the other as her eyes now drift along his body in return. He was tall and thin, a fine form that at first seemed aided by the military attire. It soon became apparent to her that his suit was holding him back. Not just literally in the case of his soon to be revealed equipment, but aesthetically. With his shirt gone her eyes could not help but be drawn down by those facial markings. The seemed to push her headfirst into his chest. Down to his belly. Onto his crotch.

Unbuckling his pants he let slip a wry smirk, taking it slow and forcing her to suddenly wait ever so slightly longer than before. In anticipation she stepped forward, drawn to the mystery. She had seen a Turian cock before. On her body nonetheless. This was different though. This was Calig. It was a new experience in that regard, an experience Calig picked up on her desire for. Pulling at his pantline he revealed the firm tapered and ribbed member. A light grey pink and quite clearly sensitive rod. Thick. Long.

"Would you like a taste?" he said, as amused as he was aroused by her rapt attention.

"Excuse me?" she said.

"It's a popular human sex act, only being picked up recently. Would you like to try it?" he said.

"I would be willing to partake," she said cooly as he moved past her and splayed out on the bed.

With legs spread wide he rest himself. Fuck, it got even longer. The last few inches of firmness revealed itself to her as she approached. Leaning forward it was her turn to press her tongue along his body. She kissed down at his neck. His collar. His chest. She was kneeling now. Kissing at a belly that left him clicking his mandibles excitedly. A few more kisses now. Her eyes drifting off. Away from the focus. She missed wide, intentionally kissing at his thighs insead.

"Working up the courage? I thought Hastatim were made of sterner stuff?" he remarked.

She shot him a look, half lidded and accusatory. Centered though her vision now was, and as low as she was, it was impossible to not notice that cocktip adorning the center of her view of him now. It was right there, above her head. If her nose still protruded off her face it would have bumped against it. Instead she would have to drive forward, willingly make contact with the shaft. A phenomenal rush of pheremones wafted off it. A lustful exposure that seemed to give her a quixotic sense of pride that this was considered a human sex act. All she had to do was abandon her humanity to experience from this side.

She drove forward, mouth parted and tongue out. His low excited crooning ascended into a low growl as he legs tightened up. His cock rest hard along her tongue. She could taste every inch, groove, and segment. Each one more sweet and musky than the last. Each one more pleasing to the palet.

Her mandibles splayed out as she went to swallow more. Her pace was slow. His size impressive. She could feel herself gauging it now. Judging by just how large even half his cock felt inside her mouth. Realizing now just how much larger he truly was than her finger had been earlier in the mission. How much pleasure he could bring to her. How much he was already bringing to her. Why was she enjoying this so much? What were these pheromones? She felt his hand run down along the smooth back of her head, past the feeble female fringes to grip at the slightly softer under-chitin behind it.

Gripping hold of her head she let out a muffled moan. The way he grabbed her. The stretch of sensitive scaly skin he pressed. It felt good. Too good. The fact that he used this grip to force her to swallow his entire cock made it all the more satisfying. All the more arousing. If her hands were not gripping at her thighs she would have loved to finger herself then and there, but even without the additional attention her slit began to drip with need at the sudden and all too welcome aggression of the male.

Calig's cock found a welcome home of her throat, which eagerly parted for his forceful probing. With eyes clenched tight and tongue pressed down to run along the tip the agent found herself enjoying the sensation of being forced to suck cock far more than she ever would have expected. There was an innate pleasure baked into the way he clung to the back of head, tugging at the short feminine fringes that lined the back of her faceplate. It tilted her downward and further along it. All the way to the base she now found herself, snugly pressed snout to slit with the aggressive male. Calig smelled even better than he tasted.

"Impressive, your as adept at felatio as you are at flirtation," said Calig, stroking the back of her head and causing her to let out a low trill.

Pressing her back he tugged her just off his cock. A dot of precum went rolling free and for a second they were connected through a strand that rest upon her firm lips. She looked up at him, and he smiled. With her tongue she took one last run against him, parting the connection and kissing at his cocktip. Another drip of preseed followed, even his taste was better than she expected. She had no bearing on just how pleasurable this night would be for her, and that notion evoked a private thrill that left her more than willing to follow through on Calig's every desire.

"Now then, why don't you present yourself for me on the bed. I don't want to mess up that beautiful face paint of yours with a splash of white," said Calig giving her mandible a gentle rubbing that sent her once more into a low pleasant trill.

The agent complied, picking herself up from her kneeling stance and tugging away from the object of her strangely growing affection. She knew full well there she could knock him out, take the data, and run. He was right there, as utterly and completely exposed as an enemy could ever hope to be. Naked, sprawled out, and with legs well spread. Impossibly attractive. She could not hope to knock this man out. She yearned to feel what he could offer her. What this body of hers could offer.

So she offered herself to him. Slipping onto the bed she set about making herself sultry. She knew full exposure would offer little interest. There would be nothing left for the male to desire. It would all be revealed to him. A feast for his eyes. If she was attractive enough to set herself off with a glance in the mirror she could not imagine what she must look like for him. She had no idea. Instead then she pulled at the covers, draping them lightly over her crotch, resisting the temptation to rub at herself through the sheets. She held the beeding there then, inviting him to reveal her to the world once more. To his eyes. His lust.

A slight twitch with his cock confirmed to her just how effective the pose had been. How much desire coursed within the male's alien veins. His arousal drew him hither, and in little time he was upon her. Grabbing at the sheets he tugged away her brief flirtation with decency. All at once he was upon her. His tongue finding its place against her neck. Legs firmly situated between her own which widely spread themselves around his thighs. All through this that well textured cock of his rubbed above her slit. It was clear he was waiting for her. Waiting for her to beg for him. To plead for penetration. Only then would he give her the pleasure she so sought.

Her resolve was a distant memory. The wrongness of the act. The strangeness of being desired. Being female. These were things that in a short time had grown more comfortable than they had been so briefly strange. Because of this it did not take long for her to provide him with the pleas he so brazenly awaited. As he ran his tongue along her neck and kept his cock out of her body she calle out for it. Her cries making him all the harder.

"Calig... please... I need this. I need you!" she moaned, her cunt tightening up around the disquieting emptiness.

That was to be his queue. An open invitation to a vulva so very vulnerable. The only resistance she mustered was the tightness the transformation had graced her with, and all that served to do was interest him more greatly. Pulling back he lined his cock up, tip to slit. Even then he waited, taunting her a bit. Inviting another plea perhaps. It had been too much however, and he had given her more than enough leverage to progress things from here. With a tightening of her grip around his thighs she pulled him inward. She forced him to penetrate her. To claim her with that half sucked cock she still so fondly felt the taste of on her tongue.

All it took was that slightest of adjustments. A shift in location relative to one another which pulled in those all too pleasurable millimeters of penetration. That was all it took for the magnetic forces to finally engage fully. There was an immense amount of arousal pulling them together, and with that final desperate tug of the agent she at last initiated her downfall. Falling inward he speared her rough as that well textured cock found itself slid deep inside that freshly formed cunt. The agents feminine virginity had been affectionately surrendered, and as he body struggled to cope with the copulation her mind wove every wave of pleasure that would soon follow. There was no going back.

Trill upon trill escaped mandibled lips as he fucked her hard down against the bed. The firm metal beneath refused to bend, and their lovemaking was accompanied by little more than the noises that escaped them. Each ridge of his cock seemed to get caught all too briefly onto her slit, only for him to manage to force it ever further inside. It had the eerily satisfying effect of each new inch of purchase feeling like an initial penetration. There were multiple stages to his claim to her, each thrust buried his cock deeper inside. Each thrust left her craving more. Another new beginning in the form of those ridges she had so loved licking mere moments ago.

In this new body it was clear he was far thicker than she ever could have handled in any reasonable capacity. Nearly slit to slit they went and it struck her with every thrust how little she had prepared for this. How thin her fingers now felt as his cock struck true with every shift and chitinous kiss. Even his tongue felt thicker now as it ran up against her own. No matter what the agent had done Calig could have and would have pleasured her more. Like he was doing now.

If she didn't have a mission to do how long would she let this go on? As his cock found itself buried entirely inside her she caught herself wondering that. Through tight clenched eyes she kissed back up at him, running her tongue along his collar now as he settled himself a bit. Preparing for an all too fast approaching final set of forceful thrusts. This felt good to her. So impossibly irresistibly good. Better than any of her times as a male of any species. Could she stay here more than one day? A week? How many times would he take her? How long could she stall his suspicions as she used him to satiate these alien desires? She wished to know.

Somehow sliping back proved more pleasurable than pressing into her. Each groove of his rough phallus made it feel as though he pulled out entirely half a dozen times; only to find still some portion of that alien anatomy still buried so very deep inside. It cause her to press forward, curve into the contours of the male's larger form. He helped her of course, working a hand down along her backside and helping to slide her up against him. Soon they were hilted. Turian slits kissing at one another as he gave her all he could give and more.

She could feel him inside of her body. The way his cock twitched in anticipation. What before looked like a mere visual display of excitement buried so deep inside her felt like the physical warnings of an ever approaching orgasm. She caught herself wondering what it would do if she kept letting him have his way like this. With enough couplings could a conception become viable? She had heard of aliens she had swooned in the past swelling from the after effects of her transformed love making. Would this be the perfect revenge? The notion itself only aroused her more. She pushed in for the final kiss, drawing back and pressing up against his powerful thrusts.

Calig hastened himself, thrusting down hard and quickly parting her opening. Each textured nub of his thick cock felt like another final thrust. It was like a wave of strikes that each pushed her further over the edge. By the time it arrived her climax felt overdue. Like her body was waiting for him to finish. For Calig to flood her spread legs with lustful spurts of need. Desire. He was the perfect specimen of masculinity, and now he was buried inside her body and filling her to the brim with Turian cum. Contracting tightly around her cock she shuddered through a climax of her own; feeling firsthand as her body did its best to tug what cum Calig could offer free. Out. Into her waiting form.

Together now they breathed hard, his mandibles clacking in time with her as each little movement caused an arc of pleasure to rock through her afterglow laden form. Each arc of pleasure evoked a low trill. Each low trill evoked another kiss. It was a cycle that seemed to go on for some time. She wished forever, and for a moment it felt as though it would. For the agent it had been a pleasure beyond her wildest imagination. Far more potent and soul rending than the initial round of experimentation. Now, even after they had fucked, they remained coupled in a mutual appreciation of how the other felt after sex.

It took several more minutes before Calig finally slipped his cock out. Once again she found herself quivering as her pussy clenched around nothing but the deposited spunk. Without Calig's cock to block its path it soon ran down her inner thigh. In all the excitement she covered herself, Planting her hand over her privates so as to hold it all in. She couldn't even believe what she was doing. It was hard to process. It became even more difficult when Calig tugged her up by the fringes and planted her face right against his sex soaked cock.

"Clean it," he said.

"Yes," whimpered the agent so stuffed with desire.

She complied to his humiliating demand. Running her tongue down along the cum slickened shaft from tip to base. Cleaning each groove that had been so integral to her pleasure during the act. It was all so distracting, to the point where she paid no mind to the transmission he was making while he made it. It barely registered as she licked down along his slit. She began to finger herself once more. To further embrace the pleasure of this form. There was no way she could escape Calig's trap this lovestruck, as she found herself almost following along with his cock when he finally drew it out.

"Alright, hold her down," said Calig.

The agent's eyes went wide, she hardly had time to pull herself out of that self pleasuring stupor to respond as two guards rushed in. She managed to get a good kick to the shin in but she was outnumbered and physiologically too distracted for her combat experience to shine. She was held down, splayed out along the bed. Calig's cum still running down her thighs as she tried and failed to fight back.

"It will do you well to relax agent," said Calig, walking around to grab at her dress while the guards held her down.

"I don't understand what you're talking about Calig, I'm just really not into group sex," she tried to play it off like her training taught her. In the state she was in this was quite difficult indeed.

"Oh dear, you've yet to realize just how much of what you are is known to me," said Calig as he stepped forward and ripped out the data sponge hidden in her dress," In fact, I can say for certainty that I know more about you than even you do agent."

"I have no idea what that is. What's going on?" she tried to play it off. Grasp at any ignorance that would in some way absolve her of these crimes.

"What's going on? It's simple agent. You were outplayed. As was your little organization. Cerberus. What a joke. Did you really think you were going to be able to start a war between the Turians and the Salarians without someone catching on?"

"It wasn't... I don't... " she looked for an explanation to sweep it all under the rug, but Calig knew everything.

"The Salarians who gave over their genetic work who turned you into what you are right now installed spies in your little operation. Even your handler was one of ours, a former Turian posing as a human," said Calig.

"That's impossible, we screen all our candidates..." begged the agent, wishing it all into unreality.

"No, you'll find it's quite possible indeed. The Salarians gave you older technology. There's still a few remnants of humanity left over inside that pretty little head of yours for the time being, but the rest of you is all her for sure," said Calig.

"What do you mean 'her'?" asked the agent, struggling uselessly against the grip of the guards.

"Why, the transformed love of my life. She infiltrated your organization months ago, and finally found a way for us to start a family in advance of her return," said Calig as he cracked her data sponge in half, it fizzled and sparked, and was hastily discarded.

"What? No I... This wasn't supposed to..." stammered the agent.

"Be your new life? Then you should have picked a better employer," said Calig with a grin," Though perhaps not. You've taken quite well already to your new role as surrogate mother to our children. While conception is not ensured based on how much enjoyment I felt from you it should not take much convincing for us to have a little more fun. Don't you think?"

"I... But I'm not..." continued the out of touch agent.

"Not a Turian? That is most certainly false I'm afraid. My wife made sure you're more than capable of conceiving our child. Your genetic markers are identical to hers so for all intents and purposes it will be her own. I'd say this is much more noble a goal than your previous line of work," said Calig.

The agent remained silent. There was nothing she could do to take back her efforts at betrayal. All the product of which was still rolling down her thighs. Calig had bested her. Had bested her employers. If this was to be her life then why not resign to it? Their time together had felt rather magnificent after all. Why not succumb more completely? Take the opportunity given to her to be Calig's consort and surrogate. This was a better and far more pleasurable fate than many had experienced in her field of work.

"What do you want me to do then Calig? What would you wish of me?" asked the agent.

"Nothing at the moment, you are to be our prisoner here on this station, and should our first time together not prove productive then I will ask that you once again spread your legs for me," said Calig.

Her body tensed up at the clinical approach. His casual disregard for just how good it had all felt struck her with a tinge of her embarrassment. The sex had been good enough that throwing away her humanity didn't seem all that terrible a prospect. What made it worse was that Calig didn't care. Her abandoned humanity was nothing to him. Her struggles meant little. It made her want him all the more. Desire what he could give to her. What he may have already given her. Her body clenched once more.

"I... I will comply with your wishes Calig. I know when I am caught," said the agent.

Calig waved off the guards, who promptly left the room. It was just the two of them once more. Naked and alone in Calig's room, which now looked all the more like a prison cell. She should have been more careful. Asked more questions. Instead she let her corrupted organization lead her right to the tip of Calig's fabulous cock. Her eyes drift repeatedly onto his slit. In spite of it all the afterglow still left her excited. Somewhat eager for more.

"Good girl, I'll be leaving you in here then. If you attempt to escape I can promise things will not go well fo you. If you comply as you claim you shall, well lets just say I had quite a bit of fun together. Perhaps there will be more in store. Perhaps not," said Calig as he began to walk out of the room," Oh wait, I almost forgot."

From a cabinet near the door he pulled out a rather innocuous looking pill. It was the one from her mission bag. The personality rewrite. Calig rolled it around in his hand for a while before setting it near to the door. He turned to face his captured prize with a mischievous and almost playful sort of grin.

"I won't force you to take it," he said," but I'd imagine you'd like the option. If there's nothing of you left inside then perhaps your new life will become more comfortable more quickly. I'll leave it up to you agent. For now however, I have the rest of the party you crashed to attend. It was a pleasure."

With the swoosh of the door the agent was alone. She regarded the room she was trapped within in a daze. The scenes kept replaying themselves through her mind. Her self pleasure. The way she sucked at his cock. How hard and fast he had fucked her. It was all so fresh. So enjoyable in spite of the situation. It was hard to not look back on those recent bits of enjoyment and smile. It was hard to not consider the pill. The one that would make her more her. The one that would turn her entirely Turian.

She spent a long time watching the pill in the front of that room. A long time indeed.