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      Published: 2017-02-26 Words: 10551
****** Return to Canopus ******
by Unity_Press_Digital_(unitypressdigital)
Summary
     A mercenary returning home at the end of her first employment
     contract receives the culture shock of a lifetime going from
     disciplined routine to hyper-sexualised home life. One friend stays
     with her while everything else reintroduced from her childhood seems
     foreign.
The water flowed down her bare skin; Rebecca washed her job away, her job that
drained with the grit and oils from her scrumptious figure. Every inch of her
body stood under the shower head exposed,wet and nude. Eyes and ears shut to
her surroundings. The hot water that ran down every curve and indent was the
only isolated sensation. The liquid complimented her toned muscles, glided over
the duo of enormous breasts and encompassed the large shemale package between
her legs; soothed forth into an emotional calm.
Unfortunate that her schedule was harsh; she could no longer linger in the
blissful relaxation as she wished. Her eyes opened in an attempt to combat the
temptation, the sensation of her pupils struck by the intense light of the ship
began to activate her dormant mind. Her pupils altered to sharpen the blur in
front of her; there she stood in the curved cube of the sterile showers.
Several of the pipes protruded forth to stand out from the walls shot hot water
from their smooth heads on the dirty users below. The sound heard of the
plentiful liquid slap to the floor and swirl the rim before entering the holes
that it drained down. Visible steam lingered through the air causing the
slightest, near unnoticeable ache within Rebecca’s head which processed it all.
She could stay in the monotonous pain no longer; she needed to be somewhere
else.
Her arm reached out to the smooth white wall where a holographic, digital
control panel appeared and off went the shower with a tap of a button. The
finished head dripped away the last that it had onto her. She stepped away from
the showers with warm water still trailing down her stripped skin. Hot air that
funnelled up from the floor in a gentle breeze evaporated the steam and water
to soon leave her dry. Her neck-length blonde hair drooped down the sides of
her face with eyes framed by her fringe. She proceeded to the adjacent lockers
where her exposed figure stalled in front of her own; the locker that soon will
not be her own. She turned to face it, opened it; revealed hanging low the
uniform she had worn the past ten years through good and bad.
She had always enjoyed how it hugged her skin with its soft leather and how she
shined in its night Violet and sky blue with sun orange lining. It never once
became uncomfortable while piloting any vessel in battle whether above planets
in black space or in their atmospheric skies supporting the ground. An
efficient piece of military-grade attire fit for industry-grade service:
Professional.
She enjoyed its tightness so much that she imagined wearing it at home for the
pure sense of touch caressed against her skin; leaving the profession be
damned. At least, that would have been an option if certain assets of hers were
not growing further in her second puberty, soon growing beyond the size of this
uniform of hers. This was shown  as she had no choice but to grasp at her
crotch and stuff it in with care. The breasts upon her torso also fought until
defeat. The shining uniform fastened tight around her neck; she stood stiff but
ready for discharge.
Looking back into the locker nothing but emptiness remained. Her personal
possessions were packed and processed prior for leave, most of her belongings
anyway. What was required is one last trip to her now defunct room. She closed
the door of the random and unowned locker, she turned from it; it existed no
more to her.
Through the wide yet sleek ship corridors of the living quarters she strode in
a trained, professional gait: head high, back straight, with eyes forward. She
passed many other uniformed personnel who gave not but a rare glance as they
went by with their own business, orders and duties. The same disciplined gait,
small variations in uniform: lower berets and higher caps. Holstered guns
carried by those strapped up. The world of the mercenary industry ground around
her; an industry that had ground around her for the last ten years. An industry
that has sucked the known life out of her; and sucked the life out of many. An
employment that emptied her head to train her back up; and extinguished the
minds of many a new recruit.
She passed many a narrower hallway to either side, she turned at one. The
hallway repeated doors along its length: entrances to employee living spaces.
She treaded deep, more than half the depth, and stalled by her room. She
pressed a palm against the door’s centre and the entrance slid open in two
partitions, accepting her in.
 “I thought I had no choice but come drag you from the showers myself!” She had
not taken one step forward when a familiar voice rasped out in complaint. Her
way through the short hallway blocked by a skulking roommate, hands on hips
with brown serpent eyes locked upon Rebecca through tangled brunette hair. Lips
stretched to glare forth her clenched teeth. Rebecca stalled at the
interruption with wide eyes; a silent and motionless moment passed between the
two. Rebecca opened her mouth to speak. Her jaw locked.
A smile slithered across her verbal assailant’s face and those eyes that caught
Rebecca in their view narrowed. Rebecca stood in her position, the looming
figure proceeded upon her: hands of her roommate held into fists and feet
stomped forward. It took her no more than a couple of seconds to stand by
Rebecca. In that short time, Rebecca loosened up with her palms raised in a
submissive manner; the expression on her face striked out in perplexed fear.
Taller and now standing in front of Rebecca the intimidating assailant leant
in, the breath of each felt against the other's face.
“You like me to drag you about all wet and naked?” The smile of Rebecca’s
friend took a more gleeful transformation; and began to laugh at her own joke,
lapping an arm around her own abdomen. Rebecca relaxed herself, a huff leaked
out while she replied with her own comfortable smile. She covered her mouth
which began to let out a cheerful, yet still flustered from the experience,
laugh.
Their laughter soon calmed and Rebecca’s comforting companion clasped her arm
and proceeded to lead her into their room. Bare of any personal belongings;
only filled with company-owned furnishings. That is, with the exception of one
visible object.
“Beret’s on the dresser.” She let go of Rebecca’s arm, informing with a
directional nod and Leant herself against the wall with arms folded. Rebecca
came forward and passed her, walking straight towards the heavy-grey dressing
table. She pulled open a pocket of her uniform and fetched from it a key. The
key unlocked a drawer of the dresser, the drawer once opened showed stored
within a pendant. She took it with a hand and replaced the key in her pocket
with it. The key itself, left within the hole of the open drawer.
Only now did she give attention to her beret upon the grey dresser, sporting
the same violet colour with orange lining of her uniform, the blue absent. Her
sensitive fingertips swiped along the fabric, the texture recognised as
familiar. She picked it up with ginger hands, her eyes trailed from the beret
to view herself in the dresser’s mirror as she placed it upon her head.
All this time she was watched, and she watched as she was approached. A pair of
arms wrapped themselves to hug her from behind. Embraced, she raised her own
hands to hold those of her endurer. Silent seconds slithered past the moment.
“Rogina.” Rebecca let out. A solemn whisper replied.
“Let us go.”
Go they did. They exited the unoriginal and repetitive room into the hallway,
the door closed behind never to be used by either again. They marched side-by-
side in their trained gait. Rogina somewhat different in walk due to her size:
few inches taller and even more muscular. Yet, didn’t quite dwarf Rebecca
albeit the difference very noticeable. A sight contradiction made between the
almost boxy Rogina and more round Rebecca.
“You took so long, making us late.” Rogina continued with her attempts to tease
Rebecca, who refrained from showing any such reaction in her reply.
“No we won’t.”  She turned her head, their eyes made contact. “Now stop
trying.” Rogina huffed with a single laugh and a smile that was quick to drop.
“If you’re late, I’m sure Sergeant would gladly keep you for a while more.
Better start begging on your knees.” This spurred forth an abrupt response from
Rebecca, her composure slipped with a jolt of her body, and a shocked face
fired at Rogina.
“When did this change from ‘we’ to just me? Besides, we have plenty time for
discharge.”
Indeed, they had enough time for their walk to the hangar. Down the corridors
of the spaceship. Already exited the living quarters on their last walk through
these corridors that they had called home for years. Home, nomore.
“Speaking of, How you feeling down there?” Rogina’s smile returned.
“It’s fine.”
“Even in the showers?”
“Yes, Even in the showers.” Rogina let out a murmur as her eyes gazed upwards
before her reply.
“Wow, did I satisfy you that good when you woke?”
“I’m really not there yet you know?”
“That isn’t the impression I got earlier.”
They came to a corner, revealed before them the security of the hangar
entrance. A single-file line for process, the boxed security booth and the
ultimate hangar door at the end.The security personnel at an unprofessional
ease while they screened an individual at a time to permit into the hangar. The
door opened and closed with each one given permission. They stood in line,
Rebecca first.
“Get some labour work and you might get muscles like mine.”
“You also know that isn’t likely to happen.”
“I remember when you first came, such tiny arms and legs. Your uniform size
increased fast!”
“It’s about to do so again if I stay.”
“That’s for sure.” Rogina’s tone changed with the following reminiscence. “If
only we kept more from the Star League Era.”
Rebecca did not turn nor reply, but she acknowledged the sentiment with
uncertainty. They remained silent in line. Rebecca’s screening came, stepped
forth to be body scanned. She remained in her professional stance for several
seconds, stiff and still; before she looked to the security booth where two
employees were enjoying what they saw; thoughts going through their heads.
Without expecting it so soon, she was cleared to enter and they let her
through. The large door slid its two partitions open and a with a thrust given
to her hips by Rogina’s hand, Rebecca’s body pushed through; there her erect
figure stood in the familiar hanger; there she stood atop of a ramp on the
hangar balcony. The door shut behind her until the next screen granted
entrance.
The room was only the second smallest hangar of the ship, high roof with deep
floor. The ship was the middle in size of three that the company operated. More
than fifty vessels laid before her, some combat and some transport. The floor
crawled with dispersed employees. Pilots leant against their cockpits waiting
for time to take-off, on-duty patrols of single and paired guards, red-tape
procedures conducted and officers overlooked the scene per routine. Maintenance
and tethering of vessels, and untethering of those about to fly.
The Hangar door she entered through opened again, Rogina walked to her side.
With a blunt scan of the room completed within a second a hand raised to place
upon Rebecca’s shoulder. Rebecca’s acknowledgement met with Rogina cocking her
head down the ramp to suggest they start moving. Rogina went first and Rebecca
followed very, very close behind.
It was now that it started to sink in, the life she was about to leave. Ten
years a mercenary; ten years remembered. Eighteen years she had spent in the
city; eighteen years that contrasted the last ten: turned near to nothing. The
city  image ingrained forever within her mind. The image of a vast city of
skyscrapers that pierced the sky throughout residential and commercial
districts. Frames of Steel and concrete covered by the advertising lights of
signs that prodded consumers into happiness. The living streets below blind to
the night sky. Whether on the streets or looking out the window of your home,
an overload of visual sensation.
That was her past that she remembered; that was the happiness Rebecca knew.
Yet, those lights that covered the concrete and drowned the sky blurred all
else for her. Yet still, it beat the battlefield that nothing else compared to
within her short life experience.
The two approached a transportation vessel, beside stood their sergeant who
stared them down. Stance at ease with cap on head. They halted once there and
gave the crooked Saviroké salute, used by all former nations of the collapsed
Empire. They held the salute in attention.
“Liebmacher, Gagliardi; presence for discharge noted.” A nod from their
sergeant accompanied the simple line as signal to come at ease. Eyes addressed
Rebecca then Rogina with the following: “Don’t regress too much; keep her
steady.” Simple orders, to say at least. Their last orders foretelling.
“Dismissed.”
The sergeant left, leaving them standing by their ride home: the rigid and
angular encasement. Out-of-maintenance in the visual compartment with abused
and faded colours. Distorted edges eroded. All-in-all, Not the most modern of
craft. Many a combat vessel Rebecca had piloted, but not this transporter,
neither was she away to do so. Full-on passenger in the vessel that was about
to take her home.
Rebecca’s head first through the door brought into view the seated interior of
the vessel. The elongated single compartment with the cockpit open and
connected to the main body. A cheap vessel with ten seats that faced the other
ten against the walls. Bland and boring; dark and dismal.
“No fucking windows.” She mumbled out.
Eighteen seats taken by other passengers heading to the Magistracy whether to
visit or to stay. Smooth-skinned or furred, all flesh or metal mixed in. From
the nails turning to claws on fingers to facial shape flat or protruded in a
snout-like appendage. Some flesh blended into metal, other flesh unknown if
metal laid underneath. The vessel as diverse as Canopus itself; the historical
embodiment of the nation’s bodies in one small vessel.
They took the last two seats, a full vessel very common no matter what size. It
was comfy enough for Rebecca for the short journey to the planet that the ship
stationed beside. With her torso and legs taken by the seat, she was back at
rest as she was in the shower. A relaxation from all worry. The transporter
soon started its engines and lifted, destined for her home city, the capital of
the Magistracy, Raenorich.
Nothing eventful at all happened in the journey that took mere minutes.
Passengers remained still on their seats. Sound near silence all the way. The
old lights of the ship flickered unnoticed to the apathetic occupants. Soon it
landed with a thud, the suspension not so great.
Rebecca stood and the door opened, the Magistracy light entered in a mist. A
different type of light; yet a light Rebecca recognised. Her feet dragged
towards it, and she became engulfed in the thick fog from her toes to her head;
arm shielded her eyes for the seconds they took to adjust. The blurred outside
sharpened, her arm lowered. She was home.
Her feet left the transporter and descended onto the cold ground of the nation.
The once magnificent city surrounded her - magnificent in the time of the
Empire. It was however, the city she had always known. Every building within
every mile of the city packed with compressed advertisements that produced with
dead light the dead products and dead faces with dead smiles for living
consumers.
“Life is life, I love life...” These words escaped Rebecca’s lips. She glanced
around, the sky a thick fog scattered and mixed all light to create a visual
barrier of marbled rainbow in colour that swayed around her. Many a building
faded into such a sky.
The cold air lingered across her face. Her body at last back home; her mind
breathed in the comfort that came over her. She remained still while the
figures of the other, now former, passengers meandered pass her. Eighteen of
them emerged from behind her to travel on. A single palm tapped her shoulder,
she turned to meet Rogina whose eyes widened.
“You’ve… turned absolutely pale!” Indeed Rebecca was, pale with a seeping
flight through her lungs,  a sickening that sprouted through her veins as she
breathed the foreign air; she was relaxed no more. Her still feet stumbled
forward, caught in Rogina’s breasts who wrapped her arms around her with an
alarmed verbal response that blurred in Rebecca's ears. With her body limp and
mind amidst a mist, her eyes closed.
***
A caring warmth heated Rebecca’s skin; the snug sensation caressed her into a
mood of mild comfort, relaxed with the texture of fabric hugging tight around
every inch of her body; her breathing limp in the calm state. The fabric
altered: rising very slow. Colder air, but still that of pleasant room
temperature, crept across her inch by inch. This stirred Rebecca to murmur out
in protest to the change. Her eyes opened to gander at the cause.
A hand held up the bedcover and an inspecting face leant into her crotch: The
face of an effeminate boy. Blue eyes above soft cheeks stared down; features
that would have been obscured by the blonde hair dyed red a couple of inches
above the tips that were near collarbone length, if a ponytail did not hold the
hair back. This boy was too focused to notice Rebecca’s awakening, his free
hand came across to grab at the waistband of the pajamas that Rebecca had been
put in. He pulled down to allow her shaft to spring out and stand free. Her
shaft that had awoke to stand hard and full way before she had herself.
This abrupt action caused Rebecca to jump upright in the bed; the perverted
peeper jamp back himself not in shock, but awe at her member. A clear erection
held between his own legs small enough not to even lift the short skirt he
wore, but only bump it up.
“It’s turning like Dad’s! Becoming all purple!” This glee-filled comment in the
form of a childish voice accompanied the smug and humoured smile on his face
that pushed the full cheeks upwards to smush his closed eyelids. His hands
clapped together - his hands that lived inside the sleeves of the oversized
jumper of simple white and pink horizontal stripes that he wore.
Rebecca threw the bed cover back over herself; although her erection stayed
standing with the indent clear to see. She sat up with legs raised and feet
flat on the mattress. She breathed heavy with mouth open in shock. Her wide
eyes went from her own erection to have another look at the perverted teen.
Beyond the happy boy, a large figure stepped into the doorframe.
“I only said I was going for a piss.” Rogina walked into the room. “I can’t
leave you for two minutes?” The boy turned to face her, a plump rear stuck out
under his skirt in Rebecca’s view. He defended himself with a pouted face.
“You know I wanted to see!” Rogina’s hand smothered his entire face as she
pushed him aside with little effort to get at Rebecca.
“She was sleeping, you child.” She knelt by the bed to come eye-level with
Rebecca. “I’d ask if you’re heart is beating hard from that awakening, but I
can tell by your throbbing dick.” Rebecca turned her head back to her crotch
where indeed her hard shaft throbbed several times a second by her heart’s
dictation.
“Are we going to please it? Please please please!” The boy spoke up again in
his still giddy manner. A hard stare from Rogina told him to quiet himself
before she spoke softly to Rebecca.
“Do you know where we are?” Rebecca blinked twice at Rogina before she gandered
around the room, during which her breath (and penile throbbing) calmed to a
more relaxed rhythm.
 The room laid clean and tidy as if unused for years. Yet it seemed the carpet
had faded into a sick green and the once bright walls into a plague orange. The
opened door was wooden and swung inwards on its hinges, the depth of the door
was around a thick three inches to separate the room from the hall when slammed
tight. Its furnishings were personal: the single bed where Rebecca laid, a
wardrobe where her now old company uniform hung in its contrasting colours to
the room and other minor assorted furnishings.
One outerwall consisted of four large window panels separated by a vertical and
horizontal black frame that crossed in a central intersection; revealing the
room to be part of one of many grey apartment building built out of smelted
steel and hardened concrete. One room of one residence of one building block of
the many that stretched on for miles in all directions. The view however, took
form of every colour illuminated from lighted advertisements bolted onto the
buildings. The ground below could not be seen, instead a sea of marbled fog
blanketed the line of sight from reaching the ground streets below. The same
fog repeated in another layer above: the sky unseen.
 Rebecca failed to recognise any of it. Her eyes again went over to the boy
that stood excited behind Rogina .
“Robin?... We’re home?”
“Yes! You’re back home, sister.” He jamp forward to squat beside Rogina, his
eyes locked onto the boner under the covers. “So how about this now?” Rebecca’s
face curled in confusion while Robin’s face exploded into pleasant shock due to
a tight hand groping his own crotch beneath his skirt.
“Robin.” Rogina began. “Go tell Chris to come see her too.” The hand left his
crotch and he stood back up with an agreeing nod. He let his own hand glide
down to rub his crotch through the skirt while he ran out the room.
“When did the city start getting fog like this?” Inquired Rebecca. “Are the
lights doing that?” Her addressee was staring at her shaft’s indent under the
bedcover.
“I don’t know, and probably; but don’t mind it right now. He is right, I’m
going to have to help you with this.” The covers were pulled back and Rebecca
watched in silence as Rogina took the throbbing cock in hand. “Yet another
time.”
Her lips came down to take the head into the wet mouth, foreskin pushed back as
she tasted the meat. A hand stroked the many inches of the humanoid member that
was in the process of turning both purple and equine. Rogina’s other hand
clasped one of Rebecca’s large balls that lay in its sack underneath; for
Rogina’s hands the testes fitted well in her palm, but if the younger Robin had
them he’d need both hands to encompass one orb. The treatment pushed out a moan
from the boner’s owner. From outside the room the booming of running feet could
be heard.
Rogina took more and more inches into her mouth with each rise and fall of her
head, her tongue lapped around the girth to squeeze out delicious pre which she
kept on swallowing down her deep throat. The shaft continued to throb and it
throbbed harder and harder with its received treatment from playful hands and a
warm, wet mouth with exploring tongue. Rogina was going straight for the
milking with no teasing whatsoever.
Rebecca felt her hefty balls - still fondled by Rogina’s hand - begin to churn
out their cream lake. She bit her lip with the continued blowjob and after
trying to hold it in for twenty seconds longer, she leant back: her cock let
out her climax into Rogina’s mouth. A large load from huge balls shot out in
long and thick streams of cum from her long member into Rogina’s stomach. The
sound of the swallowing loud in the room and from strong blast after blast, a
portion of semen made its way out Rogina’s nose. The dick was out the mouth and
softening before Robin returned with their last sibling.
The skirted teen pranced back in, but stalled on the spot on noticing the free
yet shrinking shaft of his oldest sister. Disappointment littered his face,
this time with shock rather than awe. Rogina gave a cunning smile towards him.
“Too late kiddo, you sneaked a peak when I went out, I had it myself when you
went out.” She laughed for a conclusion of her triumphant mockery.
“So, we’re all going through a puberty together?” A fourth voice entered the
room, leaning on the doorframe stood the largely developed middle sibling of
the Liebmacher family. A crop top constrained the fair-sized breasts that she
sported for her growth stage, yet between her legs the button and zipper of
worn short-shorts were left open to dangle out a flaccid humanoid shaft only an
inch or so shorter than Rebecca’s, and the foreskin added a few centimetres
more to the length. A pair of balls not quite (yet) so large stayed inside the
fabric. Underwear absent as she walked indoors barefoot. “Sounds fun, we can
all fuck together.”
Rebecca stared the figure up and down, not quite sure what to say. Robin pushed
the lewd conversation forward.
“I think Chris will be bigger than all of us, but I know I’ll grow a second big
dick when I get to Chris’ age, that will be craved more than either of yours!”
Rebecca made eye contact with Rogina, she thought of their Sergeant’s last
words to them ‘ Don’t regress too much; keep her steady .’ Of course, the three
siblings are the third ‘shemale’ sex. She had spent so much time as a
disciplined mercenary that it was trained out of her; but, she remembered when
she first joined as soon as she reached the legal age that Rogina was assigned
to discipline her out of all the never-ending sexual thoughts to be able to be
a proper mercenary soldier on the field of battle. It occurred to her that it
may have been so effective, or simply such a long time (or both) that despite
being in full understanding of her second puberty being why her employment
contract needed to end (and by chance, close enough to Rogina’s that they
managed to settle them both leaving together) that the reality of how home
would be like neglected to click into her realisation.
All three shemale siblings were going through three different stages of
puberty: Chris and Robin different stages of natural puberty (of the artificial
third sex) and Rebecca through the artificial but very much real and lustful
second puberty that starts in the late twenties and finishes around middle
thirties.
Rogina already went through one mercenary contract, Rebecca met her on her
second. Rogina already had come back to the Magistracy culture once before from
mercenary work; she already had the experience of the culture shock despite
only being female without a second puberty.
“Welcome home, you’ll get use to it again and enjoy it.” Rogina reassured
Rebecca. She had read her eyes, her experienced partner knew her too well and
whatever stare she was giving Rogina told her what was going through Rebecca’s
mind.
Rogina stood up from her knees and cocked her head towards the door. “Out the
bed, better eat something. Your parents will be back and you can talk with
them.” She outstretched an arm for Rebecca to pull herself up on; to which She
did so. When Rebecca’s feet hit the carpet her pajama bottoms fell to the floor
due to being neglected to be pulled back up around her waist after the suck
from Rogina. A giggle escaped from Robin in response and both Rogina and Chris
joined him in taking another look at the package that dangled between her legs
still wet with saliva and leaked leftover semen. She bent over to pull them
back up but jolted stiff in the middle of doing so.
“Leave it!” Robin demanded, his eyes unable to leave sight of the large
endowment while everyone else looked at him. A silent second passed before
Chris took Robin’s hand and placed it onto her own flaccid shaft. A grope later
Chris had a certain type of smile on her face and Robin fell to his knees with
his other hand stroked his own member under the skirt.
“Go through, we’ll be there after, but I expect you to join us later.” Chris
instructed. Go they did: Rogina took Rebecca’s wrist and walked her out her own
original room. Rebecca stepped out the pajama bottoms to do so and as she
walked past took a look at Chris’ growing shaft in Robin’s hand. She had the
thought that it must be longer than her own when erect, and she’s older than
Chris by stages. She closed the heavy door behind with an unintended slam.
The narrow and bland home hallway revealed several other doors to rooms that
repeated both left and right and across from them: some shut and others wide
open. Rebecca followed Rogina - both in the same trained gait of eyes forward
with back straight that they were so use to performing; yet only Rogina held
her head high - to the right where the end of the hallway expanded its walls
into a dining-cum-kitchen. There another outerwall consisted of the same window
formation as in Rebecca’s room, except that this window revealed another
direction of the city; even so, the view remained unchanged to feast your eyes
upon with the buildings, the lights, and the fog .
The front door of the apartment opened into the dining area that also served as
a living room with comfortable seating and entertainment. A waxed table with
eight dining chairs designated the eating zone of the room.
“Sit down, take it easy and I’ll make you something.” Rogina stepped into the
kitchen and Rebecca took the order to execution. Silent voices persisted while
a chair was dragged out and in and the cupboards swung open and crashed shut
while being searched. Rogina stretched an arm through the gullet of one
cupboard and wedged out a stock of pasta that laid dormant at the back beyond
the more surfaced labels.
“What do you think made you faint?” She broke the peace to pose the important
question. Rebecca took a moment of deep thought, staring at the blank tabletop
before giving a reply.
“I don’t know, I felt dazed as soon as the door opened.” Rogina collected a pot
and laid it on the cool hob that would soon be heated to boiling degrees.
“We’ll find out, but don’t discuss it with anyone but me until then. No point
worrying anyone else.” This telling sparked Rebecca’s curiosity, who lifted her
head from the table to the kitchen.
“What?”
“You were sleeping. I carried you in on my back because you were sleeping,
exhausted.”
“You mean no one else knows?” Rebecca’s tone turned to that of surprise; Rogina
continued to cook without responding for several tense seconds as she collected
water.
“No bother, it was probably a one-off anyway. Might not even need to look into
it. You just settle back into city life and think of nothing else.” Water began
to heat. “I know it’s weird, but do it.” Rebecca watched her cook without
another reply, her arms folded on the table; thinking first about what she was
hearing but then her thoughts clouded by the fog outside, the fog that was
never there when she was growing up in the city; the fog all around.
When the water began to boil, the firm and stable pasta went in. Rogina turned
to face her.
“Remember your pendant in your uniform pocket.” The reminder brought
realisation to Rebecca’s face, she began to stand up. “No need right now!” A
laugh emerged from Rogina and she sat back down. The pasta began to fall flimsy
into the boiling pot.
The front door clicked and swung open. The two heads of the household entered:
An overly effeminate shemale with a purple tint to his skin and light hair down
to his waist. An open shirt showed the pair of breasts on his torso were bound
tight. With the addition of skirts and heels, he made an effective trap.  A
female entered after him similar to Rogina: large stature with muscles that
retained some tone from previous decades when they worked heavy everyday. A
long and dark green furred tail protruded from the bottom of her spine with a
white tip at the end. Her brown hair presented itself in two braids that came
down either side of her to breast length.
Both Rebecca and Rogina turned to the door as it opened to see each of
Rebecca’s parents enter and glance at the two veteran mercenaries for a very
quick second, before joy swiped across their faces for having their eldest
child back home. Their eyes glued towards Rebecca. The proper greeting and
reunion of daughter and parents then began: Rebecca clambered to her feet and
words were exchanged with the physical contact of outstretched hugs and
welcoming kisses. Rebecca introduced her partner to her parents: Rogina smiled
while giving a crushing handshake to the father and a tough handshake that was
met equal to the mother. Chris and Robin came out the bedroom, having finished
with each other, and all the family sat at the table. Rogina finished cooking
the dish and served it in front of Rebecca before joining the family at the
table.
All eyes were on the eldest child.
“You’re brothers have grown just as much as you have, haven’t they?” Her father
kicked off the table conversation. Rebecca had begun at the pasta.
“We sure have!” Robin answered for her in his default excited way. “And still
growing.” His cheeks remained smushed up to his eyes by his lips.
“Quiet you idiot!” Chris settled Robin down to the disappointed pout of his
face. An awkward silence went by before the conversation continued.
“You look good.” Her mother started. “I’m glad that the industry allows a
widened variety of hairstyles. That was always something I hated in my forty
years.” She addressed Rogina with the following question. “Did they change that
before or after your time there?”
“Before, lucky me.” Rogina replied.
“Lucky both of you.” The older female echoed. “So you’ve had two ten-year
contracts?” Rogina nodded. Rebecca was then addressed again.
“Did you like it enough to go back again?” Rebecca swallowed a mouthful of
pasta.
“Yeah, I guess at least.”
“Will have to wait a few years for your body to blow over.” Her father
reminded.
“Pointing out the known obvious there.” Her mother scolded with a joking smile.
“Yeah I-” He got interrupted by his bigger spouse locking his head in her arm
and pulling him into her side. Shushing him in the process and humouring the
rest of the table.
“Did you notice Rebecca’s dick is going like Dad’s?” Robin piped up again.
Their mother blinked her view over to Rebecca.
“The best kind, take that from your mother. You’ll be popular in the sex
industry while you’re going through your second puberty. Stand up and give us a
real show of it.” Rebecca slide the plate forward not to get in the way and
stood up, slipped a hand behind her ballsack and lifted it with her shaft to
slap onto the table. Her face was not entirely into the whole situation as she
still felt a bit foreign being back in this culture. Rogina saved her from the
awkward position by taking the talk back a step.
“I heard earlier that we may be reforming our own national military into
something more disciplined?”
“Yes, there’s even talk of conscription being implemented.” Mother was happy to
confirm while father was released from her grip and adjusted upright in his
seat. “Foreign militaries are going to help with the training.”
“Conscription?” Rebecca put forth the one-word question, taking the opportunity
to sit back down and continue eating.
“Absolutely. Might not happen, but if it does we don’t know the details of who
may be called up.”
Rebecca was unclear what she thought of such a possible event; not sure how
she’d feel if she or anyone at the table were told they had to join.
The conversation continued through several more minute and minor points of
interest, all 6 taking part. Rebecca finished the plate of pasta. Robin came up
with an eventual suggestion of perverse nature that was actually considered.
“We should celebrate Rebecca being back by going out tonight!”
Chris agreed immediately and their parents encouraged the idea despite removing
themselves from joining the outing. After a few sentences of pulling at Rebecca
to agree it was confirmed. Rogina spoke her intent to go with Rebecca,
comforting the still unsure shemale to have the partner she had kept the last
ten years still not leaving her side for a second.
***
When time came to go out, Rebecca wore the same uniform out of familiarity,
beret included on head; the pendant failed to come to her mind again after
being clouded over by the table discussion and lack of any further reminder for
it between then and leaving. Rogina went out in a tank top with jeans as if to
show off the vast muscles of her arms and indents beneath the top. The two
younger siblings did not change from their prior attire for the social outing.
They all left the apartment with a farewell to the parents, made their long
descent down a flight of stairs - to which Rebecca asked in surprise if Rogina
had carried her up with a confirming reply - and out the building door. The air
that hit them was fine without discomfort. From the level ground which they
stood on up to more than three hundred metres around glistened the light of
selling signs bolted onto and cemented into the contrasting bland buildings
that made the populated capital city. It was night; but the signs illuminated
the ground and despite the lights stretching up to the peak of the skyscrapers,
the thick fog hovered above around that three hundred metre mark which blocked
view beyond  to the dark night sky; instead the fog mixed the many lights and
struck them back down to be seen as a flowing rainbow surrounding all. There
would be no rest for the eye as long as the marvelous spectacle stayed in
direct sight or the light in which it mixed in marble formation bounced and
danced around all.
Rogina had stood viewing the expression on Rebecca’s face which stared up at
the sight in absolute mesmerisation while Chris and Robin had walked a very
short distance before they halted and turned on the spot to look back towards
their still company. Rebecca’s whole concentration processed the image that her
eyes took in, swearing in her head that it felt like some mystic magic to blind
people and cover something not with black darkness but over use of the light
spectrum. Chris started to spectate Rebecca’s absent action, but not for long
before Robin tore through the moment.
“Hey~. You guys coming or enjoying yourselves there for the night?” He locked
his legs straight and waved an erratic arm to show his impatience while he
called for their attention. Rebecca snapped from the very real image back into
consciousness of reality surrounding her and her turned to the voice before her
feet followed the direction.They were on their way again.
Rebecca kept her questions locked in her throat about the mystic mist that
loomed across the city. She snuck her eyes to take in Rogina’s face - or at
least the half that she could see as they walked side-by-side - almost to make
sure she was still there. Her form beside her own; a personal friend, yet at
the same time the feeling of an ordered overseer to keep her on the right
track. ‘Over’seer she was: always able to watch over her head due to being
taller; yet until now the difference in height felt insignificant to Rebecca.
As they walked along the street after all that had occurred, Rebecca began to
feel… dwarfed by her large companion who has yet to leave her side. The
contradiction between their figures felt ever growing at this point.
 More important than their physical forms however, both had become verbally
quieter since coming home; but whether they both had the same reasons for doing
so, Rebecca knew not.
The two former mercenaries followed their two companions through the streets of
the residential district which they resided in, passing many other consuming
citizens who gave not but a perverse gawk as they went by to their own agendas,
destinations and revelry. Many walked with a very similar sexualised gait with
the only true variations coming from physical differences: all natural human
tissue or metal mixed in, extra appendages such as swaying tails or sniffing
snouts, some silhouettes fuzzy with fur and the spiked points of animalistic
ears on heads or claws at the end of hands. Heights ranged from lower dwarfs to
higher giants. Some, more shemales than not,  holstered and strapped in leather
as part of pleasure.
The world of the Magistracy of Canopus proceeded to grind its gears ever
forward around them; the diverse people fit the historical embodiment of the
nation’s bodies. A culture that had raised Rebecca during her first eighteen
years of youth. A culture that pandered to the impulsive urges of desire; and
pandered this life onto many. A life that engulfed itself into the temporary
sexual satisfactions for its ordinary citizen and tourist; Bidding to the
earliest of needs.
The nation became the only thing it had to fall back on when the Empire
collapsed; losing vast amounts of value possessed during the Star League Era.
The party came to the entrance of an underground station where they descended
with the intent to ride a transport to a close commercial district.  A vast
network of large rooms dug out many years ago blocked in the subterranean
travel operations. Minor lack of maintenance showed its presence on its
structure; however, not to any alarming extent that a week’s worth of work
could fix if called for.
The vast size of physical structure carved out from dirt and reinforced with
construction was of minor size compared to others found within the city: Low
roof with high floor. Even so, the wide space could hold tens of thousands
before crowding began; and the floor crawled with commuting citizens, leading
to a lack of personal space; something not that bad to some people.
It proved hard to walk without brushing past strangers, and Chris was no
exception. The constant swipes of cloth and skin against her crotch brought
blood rushing to the spot. Flesh out of her shorts to protrude its long length
forward and reach deeper into the crowd with its large surface area to rub and
frot in public. A handless handjob she took with delight; and before they got
onto an underground transport, she already shot her load down into the crowd
with very little suspicion it ever happened. A master at the fetishised act
with the only evidence being the again soft cock newly wet with her spunk.
All four were lucky enough to catch a free seat each on the underground
transporter, a good quality comfort on the aesthetically pleasing interior of
the snug carriage which they entered: one of the many that made up the
transporter. A high-quality vehicle with comfortable seating and approvable
aesthetics. Colourful and coherent; lit and luxurious.
The journey did not go uneventful for all four of them, albeit a mere minor
happening during their commute that took a good half-hour; minor that is, to
those who witnessed, but not minor to the individual affected with affection.
On the third station after their embarkment onto the transporter entered an
unfortunate fool who for whatever previous happening bled from his face, the
nose in particular. A view that brought unease onto all and the will to avoid
both physical and eye contact to most around. This individual pressed his
sleeves against his wounds, making the visual more displeasing as much of his
arms absorbed the thick liquid that wept up his sleeves. Less blood was present
than it looked, but to onlookers it was the vision that only mattered.
Rebecca, Rogina and Chris became afflicted with the bystander effect as much as
every other passenger in the carriage. One youth, perhaps due to no more than
the thoughtless impulses that made him do so, stood up from his seat; and with
absolute gentleness in his actions replaced the bloody arms around the victim
with one of his own long sleeves; and with his other arm linked with an arm of
he that he soothed, guided the bleeder to the seat that he himself stood up
from and sat him down. The two on the seats at either side leant away at first
, but a serious stare from Robin to each of them brought them back upright with
an attempt to disguise their unease.
The patient to Robin’s care was as shocked to receive actual attention as much
as all those around who attempted to avoid and ignore him. His eyebrows raised
and his mouth would have dropped if not covered by the red-tinged white and
pink sleeve of the boy’s jumper. His eyes did not connect with Robin’s at
first, instead subconsciously glancing wide-eyed across the sea of onlookers as
if to call for help from the aid he was receiving - an ironic reaction. His
pathetic eyes dropped to the floor when he first sat down with Robin in front
of him. Only when his aid crouched down to eye level did he connect his own
pupil’s with Robin’s. Those puffy cheeks brought up by a soft smile were
impossible to go unnoticed; the look brought a laugh through the patient’s
mouth, but turned into a cough against the crimson that flowed down his face.
Robin’s positive expression faded to one of concern; yet, he stayed by and
allowed the blood to soak his jumper. The carriage suspended in silent
atmosphere.
Alas, at the next station the bleeder grabbed at Robin’s wrist through the
jumper that absorbed his blood and pushed it away, stood, and exited with
awkwardness and without word. Robin watched him exit with a confused expression
that then dropped to the floor along with his arms let limp. He sat back onto
the seat with his hung head.
A large hand clutched around his bloody sleeve to take his wrist with a firm
and stern grip of comfort. He spoke in a whisper.
“Forget it, we’ll still have fun.”
The eventual station that was their destination came and they left to ascend
back up to the surface: back up below the marbled mist of the city present
everywhere. The consuming nature of the business-populated district suited best
the vast walkways present between the encroaching buildings of services and
products. Most businesses in the commercial districts only occupied sections of
the buildings they resided in much like apartments of residential housing but
with a greater range of indoor space to suit business needs.The buildings
connected into complexes with dedicated outdoor areas both around the rim and
centre of said complexes for outdoor business needs.
The city in front of them that night bore drugs and alcohol and sex on the
stupors of unbalanced feet. A night culture of desire consumed by the body for
the deepest fiery warmth to feel within. Warmth pumped by blood. The commercial
districts existed to consume what is desired into the body of any nature.
The party went several hundred metres down the street and entered into the
doors of a complex. Miscellaneous shops operated at night on the ground and
first few floors; however, downstairs back underground was where their
destination resided. Pass many drunk and aroused patrons - many shemale - in
the stairwell who were either masturbating or fornacating while their empty
glasses and bottles of booze sprawled on the steps: some refilled with their
sexual discharge.
The stairwell opened out to a floor where the nightlife beat its heart out with
clubs. Each club had with a large, shut door to isolate its sound from their
exteriors, and intimidating bouncers on guard to control the flow and peace.
The entrance queues short for process; they joined the end of the queue to “The
Dirty Priest”.
They were soon allowed to enter. The heavy door opened wide and the four
thrusted in; their erect figures in the nightclub with the door closing behind
them. There they stood atop an elevated platform where the bar served drinks
while overlooking the main floor. The air was hot and humid while the general
lighting dim in a sky blue while the main and satellite stages received
additional, brighter lighting of a warmer orange.
Employees performed in all their oiled-up skin and scarce, tight ‘un’clothing
on such stages, and ontop of customers to give the utmost show. A glance of the
room showed most employees to be shemale, and most patrons to also be shemales,
followed by males. Perky nipples and hung cocks out to perform; sweat and semen
mixed with shining oil on burning flesh that moved in the most sensual dances
in front of many who touched themselves and fucked with others with drink in
hand; fucked with lips and tongues, tits and fingers, balls and dicks of many
different sizes and variations: humanoid with foreskin, equine ringed with
veins, knotted canines or feline barbs.
The sound of it all required speach to be shouted even to those right next to
oneself.
“Go sit, I’ll get some booze.” Chris instructed the other 3, who complied by
walking the ramp down the one metre elevation to the main floor where they
claimed empty seating for themselves by an unused satellite stage, scouring
their eyes across the many performances of employees before them in the room.
Chris joined with a beverage for each  and the drinking of alcohol began. An
employee got up from a just finished patron among other seats and stepped up
onto the stage in front of the party.
She began to dance around the pole without flaw. Cum leaked from her ass and
her own large humanoid member remained up and hard despite numerous climaxes
already this shift. The evidence of such covered the glistening shaft. White
fur covered her body, her red skin underneath emerged across certain body
locations such as the mentioned shaft, nipples and lips.
Chris and Robin wasted no time to show off the erections they grew from
watching the display, freeing their balls too. Their faces near drolled in
complete immersion of the perverse situation. Rebecca could not deny herself
that the show was tightening the uniform around her crotch; the bulge extended
down her thigh, wanting freedom.
She took several swigs of her drink in hope of the alcohol dulling her mind
fast: she did want to get into the feel of it all. Her eyes fixed upon the
assets of the performing shemale in front of her, during which she was the
first of the four to finish their first drink.
A small palm placed itself onto the distinct indent at the crotch of her
uniform: Robin had noticed the enlarged package packed away. Rebecca allowed
him to continue. His hand gripped around the indent stuck to her leg and felt
every inch of its length, even the veins pumped hard enough to stick out.
Robin used both his hands to undo the uniform,  the long dick jamp out to stand
at point towards the ceiling in all its human-turning-equine glory .  It
throbbed the same way as it did before. The dancer in front of them watched
back, and began to show off hip thrusts to the four viewers. Precum from the
employee’s cock leaked down onto the stage.
Chris, who sat at Rebecca’s other side, joined the attention given to their
eldest sibling by feeling at the breasts on her torso, half-undressing Rebecca
by undoing the top of the uniform and spreading it to let out the bare flesh of
boobs and nipples before she brought her head in to lick and nibble at them.
Robin leant in to put his lips onto the cocktip and drown it in saliva.
Rebecca relaxed and enjoyed the service she received. The horny white-furred
shemale that she watched began to masturbate on the stage, aiming at them for
whenever her own load releases. Rogina sat beside it all, bored in the face.
The servicing brought Rebecca to climax in under a minute; a thick cum load
spurted out into Robin’s mouth who could only take in the first few before
rising up from sucking the shaft. The rest of the released ball juice shot up
into the air to land back down onto the three of them. The performer finished
her masturbation in the middle of Rebecca’s climax and shot her own smaller
load over the seated occupants.
Robin and Chris had not yet received their fulfillment. They slid off their
seats onto the floor and crawled on their knees to the edge of the stage to
claw at the feet of the displayed dancer who gave a suggestive smile down to
the two horny youths who were about to get a more closer type of show together
ontop the stage they clambered up onto.
All this time they were watched by another employee of the nightclub, and with
the two older patrons of the group now free, he came forward from the near-
black depths of the blue light beyond the hot air of other sweaty patrons;
during which it was unnoticed by many that the noise level of the club dropped
a tad lower, enough to allow an ordinary volume of voice to be understood to
those around. While this employee approached them, Rogina had swapped one seat
over to sit beside Rebecca where she cuddled one arm around her. He came to
stand by Rebecca’s side and spoke with an eerie and calm voice.
“Fair ladies are in need of further servicing, dear visitors?”
The two that sat on their seats turned their heads to the Nordic-skinned male
whose teal eyes were framed by a fringe like Rebecca’s; except, his hair was of
a sickly orange colour and the back and sides of the straight hair went down to
the end of his ribs; which those series of bones around his lungs stuck out
with indents beneath his thin, pale skin; his skin that from face to toe lacked
any body hair and over his torso he wore leather straps linked to the holed,
faded and withered green shorts above his ankles that were encompassed by the
red boots on his feet. His red boots that camouflaged the red stains of a thick
liquid on them.
Rogina’s eyes kept taking him in from head to toe. Taking notice of the right
cybernetic arm uncovered attached to his shoulder.
“Hah! How fast do you make that arm stroke yourself when you look at something
you’d like to fuck?” She asked. The male raised the arm out with unchanging
eyes.
“You ask to be shown?”
“Well, a scrawny guy at you…you know,  that must be the strongest limb you
have. Go on, whip out that worm of yours.” He spread his feet where he stood
and unzipped his shorts to push them down; the clothing hovered under his
thighs with the leather straps still linked to it. No underwear was present and
a thick humanoid shaft flopped down at six inches with a ballsack full of two
heavy orbs pulling away from his torso. Two pairs of eyes stared down at it.
Rogina slid her tank top off over her head, the chiseled chest with firm
breasts in his sight. Rebecca sat between her and the employee not sure what to
do; her attention fixed on the queer guy that Rogina teased. “Go on, stare at
these and get hard.” The bare chested brawler commanded.
He carried it out without word: staring motionless at the pair of fat spheres
surrounded by muscle; motionless with the exception of his erecting cock that
expanded both thicker than it already was thick, and longer to a more
impressive ten whole inches; foreskin peeled back full to let his smooth tip
open to the air. No evidence of previous sexual play covered it as it pointed
to the ceiling.
“I like to grow.” He admitted in the same unchanged eerie voice. Rogina bit the
inside of her cheek in pleasant surprise.
“Alright boy, come over here right next to me.” She stood up and removed her
jeans and underwear, he was standing right in front of her before she finished.
Her height contrasted his more than her height did to Rebecca. “Heck, you are
small, aint ya?.” His eyes were fixed right ahead of him: below Rogina’s
breasts, on her sixpack.
“... I like to grow.” He repeated in the same unchanged eerie voice. This only
made Rogina bellow a hearty laugh. The eerie voice of his and the raspy voice
of hers complimented each other well.
“Turn around your back to her.” She instructed  while cocking her head to point
at Rebecca who had been sitting with the same erection and open torso as she
had before. The male did so. Rogina slapped a hand onto an ass cheek and spread
it. “What you think? Fuck him as he fucks me?”
Rebecca was not expecting such a proposal, but the ass in front of her looked
pretty nice for her; albeit a bit more boney than plump. She thought that she
probably won’t get much in him.
“Ah... alright.”
“Great” Rogina snagged the beret off her head with neglectful hands - something
she was not expecting for the second time in a row - and placed it onto the
head of the one they were both away to fuck.
For the first time in their presence he broke pass the monotonous expression
and widened his face (albeit that they could not see with his back to them) and
crunched his posture inwards with a bent back in shock of the headware being
put upon him. A tiny squeak even escaped out his lips. “Aw~ Do that again for
me?”
“What?”
“That noise.” He turned his head to stare up at the strong customer pass the
muscle and breasts, again contemplating a slow reply.
“... No.”
Rogina smiled back down at the denied command before lowering herself onto her
seat with open legs. Her slick cunt already drooled wet between her
intimidating thighs. She cocked her head again to signal him to begin.
His hands grasped at a knee each and he stepped between her legs, his eyes on
her slit. His left hand brought up to grab his cock and aim it from the ceiling
to the pussy. He was all ready to thrust in whenever he decided to.
“What’s your name?” Rebecca asked, still sitting beside Rogina. She had watched
him get between the legs for the fuck, staring at his emotionless face pass the
long sides of his hair. He looked back at her and the eyes under their fringes
met.
“Hak Miscar. That is what I am called.” He thrusted into Rogina, pass his
cocktip. She giggled.
Rebecca stood and adjusted to stand over Hak, having the view of his hair and
boney arse below. Her own beret on his head. Rebecca was still horny with a
hard-on after all. She would take over his thrusts into Rogina by thrusting
into him, and deeper than he ever could. Her palms pressed against his cheeks
and they spread open to accept her in. He waited still, not trusting in or out
of Rogina until Rebecca does so to him, as these customers requested.
The tip of her shaft pressed against his tight hole and smeared it with pre.
Not more than a second later she rammed it into him. She rammed deep, more than
half her length, and stalled by an emerging equine ring mere inches from her
base. She thought she must of just wrecked his butt, but by doing so forced the
rest of his thick shaft into Rogina. Hak gave out another uncharacteristic
squeak that lasted longer and dropped off while Rogina let out a stalwart ‘oh~’
to her cervix being hit. The thrust also pushed Hak’s face into Rogina’s tits
where he made no attempt to get off of.
under the sky blue light Rebecca fucked the thick cocked Hax who wore her sun
orange-lined night violet beret on his sickly orange hair; her familiar uniform
of all three colours reflected the sky blue and warm orange lights in the club.
He fucked him as he fucked her closest companion in all her uniform wearing
days.
Rogina placed a ginger palm around the back of Hax’s head and caressed him. Her
sensitive fingertips stroked along the hair strands, the texture was pleasant
and relaxing to her. His balls stayed low as he began to cum strong strands
into Rogina before Rebecca cummed into him. Rogina bit her lip as she felt the
hot liquid shoot out from the hard cock. Rebecca continued to thrust hard after
he had finished, the limp Hak raised a hand to feel Rogina’s face, small hands
rested against her cheeks as if to caress.
Rebecca felt her climax near. She pushed in not just at the hips but her whole
body came forward with her torso against Hak’s back. She began to fill him up
and as she did so she was too lost in the orgasm to take notice that her
pendent in her pocket was pressed between them. It dug into his skin through
the uniform, likely leaving an indent. He noticed; his hand on Rogina’s face
ever so slightly tensing and pinching her. She was too relaxed to think
anything of it.
A long moan came out of Rebecca with her last shot and she stood upright with
eyes closed. It was at this pivotal moment that a small hand slipped away from
a cheek and into a pocket; and her pendant was with her no more.
She slapped a hand onto his ass and pulled out, huffing to sit down at her seat
again. Hak pulled out of Rogina and stared down at the vagina that leaked with
his seed.
“Hm, you could fuck me again you thick boy.” His eyes made contact with
Rogina’s.
“If you want, dear-”
“Rogina.” Rebecca interrupted, still catching her breath. “Let us go.”
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