"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Kei stomped out of the bungalow's bathroom with a towel wrapped around her waist, drying out her hair with a second as a knock sounded on the door yet again. Hardly toweled off, she dripped water all the way to the door of the elegant, expansive suite. This always seemed to happen when she was in the shower or on the toilet, she fumed. Why couldn't Yuri remember her damn key! Head still buried in the towel, she spared a hand to open one of the double doors.
 
"Room service!" The man said.

He wasn't. Despite the fact that he pushed a lunch cart and wore a hotel uniform of blue shorts and white shirt. He wasn't some disguised assassin either, catching her at a bad time. He was far worse. From under her towel, Kei recognized him at once. She was too shocked to react properly.

"Eeep!" she squeaked out at last, jumping behind the door. "Y-You?!"

As if seeing half of a naked girl was a common occurrence - and at the beach resort, it was - the 'bellhop' entered unfazed pushing the cart next to a nearby table.  Placed a glass salad bowl resting on a silver platter, a pitcher of dark, cold amber liquid and two beer glasses on it's marble surface.

"Seafood salad and the house's own brew. You ordered this when we first met."

"Jerk! You bumped into me and spilled it on me!" Kei replied behind her cover.

"So now I'm making it up to you. Am I forgiven?"

Holding her head towel at her chest and feeling a need to get control of this scene, Kei stepped out none to timidly. Red-faced, she met his eye with a hard look - which he returned with a simple, handsome, smile - and said, "Only if you leave. NOW!"

He bowed, sidestepped past her to the door, "If you forgive me, will you go out with me tonight?" he took her hand and knelt on one knee.

The bronze skin about Kei’s cheeks went even brighter and she hid them with her hands. A girlish smile lit her lips. But before she could reply, the towel about her waist chose that time to come undone. It feel to the floor around her ankles.

The man stood up, leaned close and gripped her shoulders in his strong hands. "Or we can just skip dinner and get right to it…" His smile took on a leering quality. "If you insist!"
 
Now, she reacted properly…
******

Yuri walked down the path to her and Kei's bungalow suite with a bounce in her step.

Her skin had a good tan tinge from a morning of swimming and resting under this world's bright orange sun. Her new floral blue two piece bathing suit had been a hit at the beach, as a number of men could attest. All and all, this was far better than their last trip to the ocean archipelago world over a year ago.
 
Even now she felt a little sick to her stomach thinking about Yoshima and his slave trade. Following a trail of perverts, pimps and sex fiends across three worlds was something she never wanted to do again. The shock of finding that trail leading to Argol III, the best vacation/resort world in the sector, and a prestigious girl's school was almost more than her pure, innocence maiden heart could bear.

It was even more of a shock finding the president of the Excel conglomerate behind the whole thing. They had met with the man months before, he was a little odd but neither she nor Kei had any idea he was a slave merchant and pervert extraordinar. When the two had confronted him in his secret hideout, he seemed sickenly assured with a harem of broken girls tending him. Acted like he was expecting them.

A warm breeze tried to take the wide rim hat she wore, blowing the ill thoughts away instead. Mad and self castrated in attempting to escape, Yoshima was more than suffering for his crimes and sins. Someone best forgotten on a lovely world like this.

A group of politicians, desperate to distance themselves from Yoshima, had asked the 3WA to send the Lovely Angels as a show of public support, calling in every off-world favor they had. The plot was easily seen through and the crooked politicians hung by their own rope. Metaphorically speaking for some. The Island that had been the capital had sunk in the resulting arrests. 'Accidentally'.
 
As bait to get them there, the politicians had offered the Angels two free weeks at the best resort on the planet. They whined a good hour to their commander on the com-link to stay till they had a new assignment after everything was cleared up. After eight wonderful days, they had finally been called back.

Nearing the bungalow, Yuri past a man waddling down the walk, holding his head high and pinching his nose. A few drops of blood marred his otherwise pristine hotel shirt. From what she could see of his face, the area around the nose was a bruise coming in real well. She recognized him as Paul, a guy who been following Kei around like a sick puppy since they got here. He managed to cast a glance in her direction.

"hanks o ot!" He groaned and walked on.

She couldn't help but wave at him, smile apolitically.

Outside, by the door, she found an abandoned cart.

"Uh-oh." She breathed.

Her room key came in the form of an almost fashionable silver chain link bracelet with a little red light. The micro transmitter only had a range of a few feet, sending at the same frequency as the lock on a hotel's guest door, but could be picked up by a band sweep. Guest could be paged from miles away or found if lost. Yuri loathed the device, made her think of tracking implants for prisons. Probably the same technology. It had taken an effort to keep it with her and it was the only thing she disliked about their stay.

Entering the suite, she found Kei with a sour look on her face laying on a couch of the airy suite with an arm folded behind her head. She sipped at a beer glass and wore a loose white plain tank top and red shorts. A couple of damp towels lay on the floor by the front door and a crab salad sat untouched next to a pitcher of the same ale on a table.

"So…" Yuri tried to say casually as she walked to her room, tossing her hat inside, "anything interesting happen - I mean, how was the reef?" referring to Kei’s morning underwater explorations, "Have a good time?"
 
Kei just sat and fumed.

"K-Kei? Are you all right?"

The redhead/blonde finished her beer, was suddenly on her feet and walking to the table. Filling her glass, she chugged it's contents without stop. Exhaling, she took the pitcher back with her and plopped back on the couch. She poured another drink and chugged that down as well.
 
"Men are assholes!" she said at last, pouring the last of the beer into her glass. It was gone in an instant and she put both down on the floor. Slumped on an arm rest facing away from Yuri.

Yuri wanted to sit next to her, ask how far did he get and get all the details, but thought better of it. Not knowing what had happened, she was expected to ask, 'What happened?', or, 'Who are you talking about?' or simply , 'Why are men assholes this time?'

If she didn't know what had happened that is.

"How far did he get?" she blurted out anyway then caught herself. Put her hand over her mouth. Well, she thought, at least she had some distance!

"The son of a bitch chases after me for a whole week, perfect gentleman, then he tries to jump me!"

"Who's that?" Yuri asked, wishing now she'd just shut up.

"You know, that guy. Paul something." Kei sat up. Turned to face her. "Surprises me out of the shower dressed as a bellhop, asking me for a date, then takes it as an invitation to hump me." She noted Yuri's restrained pose. "What's up with you?"
 
"Me!" Yuri blurted, then coughed. "Nothing! Nothing. Not feeling well is all." She inched towards her room, "Think I'll just -"

Something clicked in Kei’s head, "How did he know I liked the local stuff ? I didn't start drinking it till a couple of days ago." Her eyes narrowed, "And I told you I was thinking about having a crab salad for lunch…"

The door to Yuri's room closed quickly but quietly.

Kei bolted from the couch and was at Yuri's door in a few angry strides. "You Bitch! You set me up!"

"How'd I know you'd be naked? You said you thought he was cute." Yuri said through the door.

"That's before I knew he was a rapist!"

The door opened slightly, Yuri peeked out. "He didn't…"

"OF COURSE NOT YOU MORON!!"

And the door shut.

It was thin and vented, painted a weak shade of white. Kei could easily punch through it. Throttle Yuri with only a soft panel of wood between them. She made a fist.  Held it up ready to strike a penetrating blow. Gritted her teeth.

"YOU BITCH!!!" she screamed, balled hands suddenly at her sides. Pivoting on her heel, she turned, stomped to her room. Gave one more bellow of, "Bitch!" and slammed her door.

Flopping on her bed, Kei hugged a pillow. Pouted. She just had to help things along. Every chance she got, Yuri was either jerking her chain or interfering with her life. So she hadn't dated in six months while Yuri was dangling three boyfriends. What was she going to do next? Hire a gigolo?!

Growling, Kei tossed the pillow to the floor and sprang off the bed. "I don't care what the fucking computer says," she said at the top of her lungs, "IT'S OVER!!

"Do you hear me Yuri!" she yelled, facing the closed door, "It-is-over! As soon as we get home, I'm getting a new partner or I'm quitting!!!"

Stomping around the room, she began to realize just how angry she really was. She had to get out. Take a walk. Get drunk. Anything as long as it was away from that manipulative cow. Going into the room's walk-in closet, she tossed out the first thing that came to hand, a casual summer blouse and slacks, then went to the night stand where she kept her identity card, laser gun and transformation bracelet.

Her hand hovered over the black, stubby laser pistol - she was that angry - but pulled out the thin transparent ceramic tile with her picture instead. She was proud of what the card represented, all the work she had done to earn it. Was she ready to throw it away just because that damn airhead messed with her love life? Again!

No, of course not. And Yuri was the only thing keeping her in the 3WA. Besides, despite a *few* mishaps, they had had a good record together.

But she couldn't let this go, not this time. But what could she do? Even she had to admit that she was a girl of action, planning just wasn't her thing. That was something Yuri -

<GORWN!!>

She had to get out. Think.

Kei replaced the card, then slipped into the slacks. Picked up her polymer bracelet, clamped it on her wrist. Without that and her ID, she couldn't get back on the ship.

The ship. Yeah.

She could just leave, she thought rummaging through a drawer for a bra. Yuri would catch hell for showing up late, not to mention not at all. Kei thought how pissed Golud would be if Yuri had to come home on a starliner. Seeing her get chewed out would be priceless.

Getting chew out for leaving her behind would not. Besides, Yuri was the navigator. Clear your head, she thought. Calm down. Get some air.

Kei's bracelet chirped. A puzzled look crossed her face. It had never done that before.

The metallic looking band of plastic rested on her arm normally. It was the only thing it could do really. Until she activated it. As she looked at it however, a rainbow oily sheen appeared on it's silvery surface. A bump rose upon it. Then another, and another. Like popping corn kernels. The warping, writhing band expanded. Seemed to crawl up her arm. Suddenly a sliver sprang from this expanding mass, gripping the fabric of her tank top. Pulled.

Kei went pale. Was shocked into inaction for a second time today.

The polymer band exploded like splashed hot wax in a wave towards her…

Yuri lay slumped against her door, Kei’s words ringing in her ear. Worry showed on her pretty face.

*Do you hear me Yuri! It-is-over! As soon as we get home, I'm getting a new partner or I'm quitting!* Kei had bellowed.

Yuri hugged herself. She hadn't seen Kei that pissed since the transparent blouse prank. How was she suppose to know Kei wasn't wearing a bra that day?

The really bad thing about this was that she was only trying to help. It was obvious that Kei was boy shy. Paul had come to Yuri asking for advice and she suggested he bring Kei lunch. Told him when she'd be back from her morning scuba dive. Simple as that. She didn't know he was a leach or that Kei would be naked!

Now she was talking about quitting.

There came a racket from Kei’s room. It sounded as though she either was throwing her clothes about in a rage or packing. Leaving. Was she so mad she couldn't stand staying in the same hotel room as Yuri?

"Y-Yuri…", she heard Kei call out in a moan as a door creaked open, "H-H-Help me…"

Very slowly, Yuri went from going to near tears to trying to hold back a giggle.

That was a legendary record short spat for Kei, Yuri thought.  But now her partner was looking for vengeance, using the wounded sparrow ploy. When Yuri came running to give help, she could get anything from a splash of ice water, a pillow or a good slap across the face. So while she felt she had to fall for the trap to keep her friend, she was understandably slow to react.
 
"Oh God.", Kei gasped, "Help me…please."

She better end this quickly before Kei embarrassed herself anymore, Yuri thought as she opened her door. Putting on her best surprised look. Kei didn't sound like she was hurt at all, it sounded like she was…

Yuri froze at she flung open the door. Her hands covered her mouth as she let out a shocked gasp at the sight she saw.

Kei lay in the doorway of her room, propped up on the frame. A writhing  silvery mass, tinged with a reddish sheen, covered her midsection. Parts of it held her arms at her sides, snaked under wide white cotton slacks. Globules cupped her breast as thin cable like tendrils poked at her nipples. The ends glowed a neon blue, Kei groaned as they touched her naked flesh. She was trying to struggle from the thing's grip, but it held her tight.
 
"Make it stop." She begged her friend, tears in her eyes.

As Yuri watched, still unable to act, Kei’s pants burst open at the waist and legs.  Shredded into so much rags. A tentacle grew out of the mass, dug under her panties and ripped them free. More glowing blue tendrils sprang from the main arm and began caressing the soft pink skin of her vagina. Kei let out a low screaming moan.

The spell broken at last, Yuri moved to her friend's aid. Gripping the stubby arm at Kei’s waist, she pulled it away from her private region. Instantly, it's tendrils lashed at her wrist. She jumped at the jolts they sent through her arm but held on for a good minute. When at last she could take no more, Yuri stumbled back, rubbing at her forearm. The tendrils went right back to Kei’s pelvis, a few pushing into her vaginal lips. She bolted in a convulsive spasm and sucked air in a heavy gasp.

Even in this situation, she managed a short condescending glance at her partner.

Yuri tried again to pull the mass from Kei, but this time a tentacle shot out of the mass in her direction. Lashed at the air before her face. She jumped back, leaned on her door frame and stood, mind racing for a course of action.

"Don't look at me!" Kei suddenly cried out as more of the tendrils worked their way into her sex. Yuri could see she was trying to close her legs, but the mass's tentacles only forced them farther apart. Her vaginal lips were becoming inflamed. Leaking moisture. A tendril had found the button of her clitoris and tinned, wrapping itself around the responsive nub a. It's tip tapped with a gentle rhythm on the nerve cluster. "Please don't look at me…" she put her chin to her shoulder, ashamed at her arousal.

But Yuri was transfixed by the sight. Hypnotized. She had seen Kei naked many times before and never felt anything sexual. At least, not at the time or awake. Yuri was  always teasing her about her tanned, outdoor complexion. Her muscled, ungirlish, frame. But in truth she felt a pang of jealousy, and maybe something else. If the girl ever developed a fashion sense and could curb her temper, she'd be a major threat to Yuri's dating life. To see her like this - her bronzed skin flustered, nipples erect and hard, sweat dripping and running between her thighs, around her sex. Yuri could feel her heart beat at an odd pace. Her breath was coming out in shallow, hot, huffs she put down to weariness from trying to help her friend. But she knew she was lying to herself.

To make things worse, Kei wasn't struggling as much as she had before. Her groans and gasps became more deep, more passionate. When the tendrils melted together to form a thick penis-like pod and dived into her cunt, pumping it leisurely,  the cry she gave wasn't in pain.
 
*Kei's getting raped by a mutant jellyfish and you're getting off on it? You sick cow!* a voice of conscious shouted in Yuri's mind, breaking the trance. The fact Kei was starting to enjoy it as well was beside the point.

Shaking her head clear, Yuri broke from the scene in a run, dashing into her room.

Although the creature didn't feel organic, she doubted it's hard hide could take a taste of beam saber energy. Her only concern was that the monster was rather 'close' to Kei, cutting it without getting her would be difficult. Even if she could peel an orange with her favored weapon. It lay in the night stand drawer by her bed along with other tools of her trade.

As she pulled on the handle, the drawer bust open. A second mass, this one tinged blue, vomited out, lunching itself at her. Stumbling back, Yuri screamed and put her arms up defensively. Twisting and falling on her belly, she pinned this new monster for only a moment before it oozed behind her back. Caught in the flow, her arms were forced behind her. Something stiffened in the warm, almost metallic feeling mass and Yrui's wrist were bound tight. She made to stand, then thought better of it. Going flat to the floor with her legs shut tight instead. If this was like the same creature attacking Kei, it would go for her chest first. It couldn't do that if she was laying down. It was an odd hope, but the only thing she could think of.

Out in the hall, Kei screamed as if in orgasm.

She couldn't stay like this forever, Yuri thought. There was no telling what the monster was really doing to Kei, what this one would do to her. Tearing up her insides or laying it's eggs in her. How long before a planted alien seed burst forth from her friend's body, killing her. Or even worse. Her imagination conjured up images of first Kei, then herself being slowly devoured by these things, melting into the silvery masses. Argol III had been an old stillborn world before colonist found and planted earth life on it nearly a century ago. Where had these monsters come from?

There was a tugging at her bikini briefs, and Yuri felt something like a metal, limp sorba noodle working it's way between her clenched ass cheeks. It gave her a strong jolt on her anal hole that made her buck and yelp. It gave a second and third shock at a weaker strength as finger like appendages melted across and around her legs. She was unprepared for a fourth that was stronger than the first, it made her muscles relax, the tentacles used this to pry her legs apart. It felt like an army of tendrils were massing on her crotch, each giving her a weak jolt of electricity.
 
Despite her fears and unwillingness, her body was reacting positively to the pawing feelers. The shocks they gave now were neither painful nor annoying. In fact, they were  almost unnoticeable save for the pricks of heat they sent through her body. Some worked under her top, to the underside of her breasts. They tapped madly at the soft, sensitive skin. She whimpered and fought the urge to turn over and let them do a proper job.
 
Shame washed over her as the tendrils found her vagina: she was already wet from watching Kei’s attack. She had done nothing but get aroused at her friend's possible death now she was being punished in a like manner.

A tendril wormed it's way into her urethra, expanding and pushing against the spongy meat. Began pumping in and out, bleeding heat all the while. In no time Yuri, eyes wide and tearing, let out a high and long cry. Reared the lower section of her body into the air, with only her toes touching the floor. Shutting her eyes and pressing her head against the polished wood floor - now slick with  sweat - she spasmed into an intense orgasm. She felt her bladder empty but heard only the slightest drip hit the ground. As she collapsed into a panting, exhausted heap, she was surprised that she had caught the sound.

Kei meanwhile, had gotten a good view of her partner's violation. After her own orgasm, her mass had let her catch her breath. It was still fondling her tits and messaging her pussy, but it was no longer sending vibes through it's tendrils. It even gave her some freedom of movement, relaxing her legs and moving her hands to the front. Like Yuri before her, Kei was transfixed by the sight of the others molestation by a mass.

Knowing more about the 'creatures' than Yuri, she was more expectant of a shot through the head than of alien insemination. She couldn't say she approved of the assassin's perverse methods, but part of her was glad that they granted a request before they killed you. Especially if it was one you didn't know you wanted.

Seeing Yuri writhe and buck, and still being caressed herself, had almost made Kei cum again.

She had always had mixed feelings at the sight of her partner naked but  -  yet again like Yuri - she put it down to jealousy. Her perfect pale skin and curved hips often left Kei with what she thought was envy. Once, when both were really drunk, they measured the other's well developed cleavage. Kei had won by the merest of fractions and had had the urge to celebrate by cupping her friends smaller melons. But she had sobered up quickly then and lost her nerve.
 
Now, the pruple brunette's ass was being hefted before her a room away. The lips of her cunt pulled taught and exposed, almost in presented by the possessed polymer. She longed to grip and kiss at that soft and red pussy meat.

 As Yuri came - a sweet, angelic sound to Kei’s ear - she spotted the lone tendril in the girl's urethra. It swelled as if swallowing, let a few drops of Yuri's cum drip past. So that's what it done to her, she thought. Like hers, Yuri's blue mass was also licking up her pussy juices from her hole. Part of the mass proper was bulging like a bloated stomach.

Once she saw that Yuri was breathing reasonably normally, she called out in a loud whisper. Fearful that the masses would start up again.

"Yuri? Yuri, can you hear me?"
 
"K-Kei?" the prone girl said groggily.

"Are you okay?"

"Sort’a."

"Can you stand? Get your gun?"

"…"

"Yuri?"

"…"

"Yuri!" Kei shouted now.

Yuri let out an orgasmic grown.

"You slut!" Kei mumbled after a time, "I only came once!"

"You get more practice than I do." Yuri replied breathlessly.

"Don't do this now you idiot," Kei groaned, "any minute where gonna get some bastard gloating over us before he kills us!"
 
"What are you talking about? These aliens just impregnated us! We're going to be host to a horde of monsters!"

"Stop reading those damn sex comics!" Kei yelled, stopping Yuri's hysterics before they had a chance to start. "These are our uniforms!"

"W-what?"

"Our 3WA outfits? Someone switched them or something. Put a bug in their format programs. I put mine on and it attacked me. Now that they have us trapped, they'll take us out."

"But that doesn't make sense. Who's perverted enough to go to all this…" she paused. An old, unpleasant memory bubbled up, "Y-Yoshima!"

"That sick-o? He…he’s…God Yuri. Mine's starting up again!"

The tendrils in Kei went from simple, manageable messaging to deep, intensive  probing of her vaginal walls and anal cavity. One touched her cervix making her suck in a breath.
 
"Kei? Kei!" Yuri cried out as her polymer mass began probing her. She rubbed a side of her face against the floor and gasped.

"He's as good as dead." Kei said recovering, "Any…anyone connected with his slave market's in jail…it was over a year ago. No one…no one cou…could…could…I'm gonna cum!"

"When we had…had him in that arena," Yuri spoke more in an attempt to center herself than to be heard, "he had that trans…transmitter. Pushed it but nothing happened.

"He…he was more surprised than us. He did it then…*Oh God!*…he did it then. But why now? Why…happening…now? K…Kei, what…what…did…you…" Yuri cried out in climax.

Not that Kei was listening anyway.

Still inside her, her tendrils had melted together to form one huge pseudo-cock and was fucking her madly to the limits of her sex. Already close to orgasm, she exploded in multiple climaxes. She slid from the door frame and onto her side, still getting the banging of her life. The mass let her raise a leg, helped to support it.

Meanwhile Yuri was taking it in three holes, including her urethra, like sex was going out of style. She couldn't stop climaxing.

Just as both thought they couldn't take any more, both masses stopped and pulled their fake members out. Both of the trouble consultants where hit by a sudden wave of frustration and denial. The tentacles lashed out across the room, met at the mid point. They melded, their respective colors becoming a sickly purple. As this new color formed, the mass bulged, doubling, tripling in size. The girls where pulled to it as a bulb grew from the growing mass. This new growth took on comical facial features: simple hollow eyes and mouth.

It smiled.

Kei and Yuri where lifted off the floor the remainder of the way, held before the face. The mass was nothing now but an overwhelming group of tentacles that engulfed the two, caressing every part of their bodies it couldn't enter. The balloon face took on a grim, ahappy vestige as the girls bobbed on the ends of it's endless supply of sex-poles.

For what it was worth, the consultant's arms and hands where free, but there were no weapons to reach for to save themselves, only tentacles. Kei used her freedom to pull a pseudo-cock from her mouth and spit while Yuri took the oral member in hers by both hands. Sucked on it hungrily. The cartoon face seemed to laugh a her enthusiasm. Then each of the tentacles began to spew cum in mock ejaculation in and across their bodies. The cream tasted not of men, but of themselves. The mass had been collecting their love fluids, saving it to shower back at them.
 
The girls where helpless puppets to the mass of tentacles and their own passions. It fucked them in any and every way possible, stuffing them with two or three cocks at a time. It took them right side up, upside down, prone and at angles. Kei was the first to succumb to exhaustion. Cumming with a powerful, body rocking spasm, she went limp into unconsciousness. A twice impaled Yuri, watched in a lust haze as her partner's body bobbed listlessly as the mass continued to fuck and fondle her for a few more minutes.

The cartoonish face took on a displeased frown, let her drop to the floor like a broken and worn toy. Seemingly frustrated, the mass turned all it's attentions to Yuri. She actually screamed as it swallowed her in a sea of tentacles.

Then, with a newfound wicked grin, the mass redoubled, tripled, it's efforts on it's remaining plaything…

******
 
The sun was down and the luminous cloak of night had claimed the planet. The world's dual moons shone brightly, the smaller partly eclipsed by the larger, bathing all of the bungalow in pale light.

Rolling onto her back with a grown, Kei woke groggily with a pounding head. She felt drained and wasted, but in an odd, good way. She may not have been a virgin, but that had been several levels past anything she knew as intercourse. If her body wasn't in such good condition, the masses attentions could have shattered her heart or something she thought. 

That thought made her bolt upright, scan the room. Had the thing let her get some rest before going at Yuri again?

"Yuri?" Kei whispered into the darkened silence. Where was Yuri? "Yuri!" she hissed louder.

She lay across the room on her side facing away from Kei. Her long hair spread out in a semicircle about her shoulders and on the floor. The dark purple shade of her brunette mane was coal black in the yellowed toned moonlight. Her waist lay in a glistening pool of dark looking liquid with more seeping down her inner thigh and butt cheeks.

She was deafly still.

"Y-Yuri?" Kei asked again. A tremble in her voice. "Yuri, please…"

She tried to stand, but her legs were useless bundles of tired muscles. With an effort, she crawled over to Yuri. Paused to dip a finger into the liquid, was slightly glad to find it wasn't blood, only bodily fluids reflected in the odd light. But that meant nothing, only that she hadn't been ripped apart by the polymer mass. She could still be…

No! She wasn't! Kei pushed the thought out of her mind. They had been through too much to be done in by a dildo!

"Room lights on!" she commanded the air in general, reaching and turning over her unmoving partner. The suite's computer responded to the verbal order. Sunlight flooded the bedroom from hidden sources, banished the phantom causing moonbeams. She checked her friend for signs of life.

Yuri still had a pulse. Still breathed.

She didn't know why - she never doubted it for a moment - but Kei wept all the same. She just lay her head on her friend's chest, listened to Yuri heartbeat, and started to sob.

Yuri sighed, groaned. Woke. Her hand came up and caressed Kei’s face. Hers broke into a wide grin that Kei readily returned. "You okay?" she asked.

"Me?" Kei asked in a low pleased voice, bring her face up to meet hers, "I thought that thing had banged you into oblivion!"

Yuri hummed a pleasant negative, took a gentle hold on Kei's neck, "But I don't think I can take the hard core stuff." Pulled her close, raising her own head, meeting Kei halfway, "I want some gentle one on one…" she made to kiss.

Then her eyes bulged as she fully woke.

Yuri  remembered what had happened. What was about to happen as Kei recovered from the shock of the action as well. Reacted.

As tired as both of them where, both moved as a blur to get some distance from the other. As twins, they sat Indian style facing away from the other, hands in their laps. Coughed.

"Glad to hear you're okay!" Kei said red faced.

"Y-yeah! You too!" Yuri responded through cheery red cheeks. Then her head turned about with a start checked the room as Kei had done. "W-Where is it?"

Kei pointed wryly to a purplish, black shiny limp on the floor. The wood around it was scored as if by fire. Covering herself with an arm, Yuri duck walked/crawled over to the inert pile. Poked it with a finger as if it could come to life and bite her. It was cold to the touch. The mass, while metallic, had had a spongy feel to it. And even when it was in two, it was never this small.

"The alien's dead?" she commented.

"Our uniforms." Kei corrected.

"What?"

"They were our uniforms remember? Yoshima did something to them when we where at his compound. He's the only one sick enough to try this. It was your idea."

"Mine? But Yoshima's - no, that right! I remember! We had him dead to rights but he was gloating. Activated a detonator or something but nothing happened. Then more guards came out of nowhere and he managed to get away. Crashed in his escape jet. So this is what he thought would happen. But why did it go off now?"

Kei stood up brazenly facing Yuri, held up her wrist with the hotel transmitter key bracelet. "These things! They must send at the same frequency as the activation code. When I put my bracelet on, it's system must have booted up. It picked up the signal and the bug or whatever went to work. Mine must have contacted yours and turned it on."

Kei was proud of her little speech and powers of deductive reasoning for all of three seconds after finishing. Then she realized her naked state, and covered up embarrassingly.

She looked away, unsure of the feelings she felt. If Yoshima's plan had worked, he'd had gloated over them, made them his slaves. Would she have acted so responsively before the old pervert and his slaves as she had with just Yuri?

Yuri pried at the burnt lump of polymer with two fingers. It came up with a little resistance and a slight cracking sound. Covering herself with an arm, she stood and walked over to a waste basket. Dropped it in. It would be a while before she'd look at, much-less think about putting on, a replacement.
 
Madness and castration where too good for the pervert!

"I-I'm going to take a shower." Kei announced awkwardly: Like she wanted it to sound like something else, but lost her nerve as the words left her mouth. Yuri Looked at her. She seemed uncharacteristically timid. She hadn't moved were she normally would be in the bathroom by now. Then, with slow, small steps, she made to leave. Her body was shy yet graceful in it's movements. Still covered poorly by arms and hands.

"K-Kei?" Yuri squeaked out her name before she knew she had spoken it. The  redhead stopped, turned. But she wouldn't look her in the eye, not that Yuri could either.

"Kei? Do you…do you hate me?"

Kei stared at her for a moment, would have made eye contact if Yuri had done the same. "No…I don't hate you."

"I play all those tricks on you…"

"So. Some of them are funny. After I cool off and think about them anyway."

"Are…are you still going to quit because of them. Because of what happened tonight. I-I mean with the man?"

"No."

"He wasn't a joke or anything. He liked you and just asked me for help. I didn't think you'd be…"

Kei hugged herself. More aware than ever of her current condition. And Yuri's.

Yuri went on. More like rambling than half of a conversation, "I worry about you. You don't see that many guys. You scare the ones that you do date away before they get close -"

"And you see too many…", Kei countered. Their dating habits where old stomping grounds, her mind just clicked into a comfortable old groove. "How many guys are you seeing now? Three? Four? You still have that Rupert guy on a string back home? If it wasn't for the fact that I know you don't put out that much, I'd be jealous…"

Kei’s hands flew to cover her mouth.

Now Yuri looked at her. She measured up her partner. Her shocked, waiting face. Her timid, restrained poise. Her body covered in drying cum. Realized that much of it was hers as well as Kei’s.
 
Her face cracked a smile and she began to giggle. Pointed at Kei.

Kei put down her hands, gave Yuri a quizzical glance. "What's wrong with you?"

"You! You're a mess!"

"W-What! So are you!" Then she began giggling as well.

The tension drained out of them both. Each just realized that whatever they felt, the other was feeling it too.

Both stopped giggling, looked at each other with sparkling eyes. Then Yuri began to move towards Kei, who stayed rooted in the doorway. Unable to will herself to move but still with a longing in her eye. Kei uncovered herself, then took Kei’s hands into her own. Put them to her chest. Smiled hopefully while Kei’s fears returned.

"I've never done this before…not with another woman. What do we do now?"

"Like I have? I guess we shower, clean up. Get to become better partners."

Kei leaned forward, kissed Yuri softly on the lips. Pulled back with a question in her eyes.

"Y-Yuri? Don't you think this is a little weird? We just got our brains banged out and now were going to do it again."

Yuri's smile widened, "Like I said before: it was good, and I liked seeing you like that. But it was too much. Too impersonal."

She came in for a kiss, "Lets do it right this time. Ne?"

Their lips locked for a long time. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies.

The shower - bath - waited till morning…
******
 
The doctor leaned impatiently in the doorway of the cell waiting for the automated med system to do it's work. The little drone sent information about the body directly to the prison's computer, his signature and presence here were only an old tradition. A formality. A rite of passage.

The job was a joke as far as he was concerned.

Technically still an intern, his federal scholarship required him to do a year as a prison doctor. A month after arriving all he had needed were his mark one senses to identify knife wounds, cleaner poisonings, hangings and damage from heavy objects applied to a given body area again and again. Such things weren't common, but the last doctor had left a back log to tend his drug habit. It must have been from boredom. He could identify with that.
 
This was a rare case that could have been interesting, but he had no intention of touching it. He knew the prisoner's file, his sister had gone to one of his schools. She was still in therapy.

This had almost been too good for the old bastard.

Goda Yoshima's body lay prone on the padded mat of his cell. The skin had a sickly yellow tinge to it, it was wrinkled and dry. What little of his hair remained was white and thin. Riga mortis had set in, the hands raised and bent into claws. One held a doll, caked in filth and crust.

It was a present from the old doctor in lue of treatment, another duty blown off for drugs. He really had to send a thank you card to the guy once he got out of rehab.

Once the intern/doctor had arrived at the prison and discovered Yoshima, he had wanted to kill him himself, a simple mistake in the prescription was all it would have taken. It might not have cost him his career, shot years of school down the toilet. Once he had seen him, whacking off with his missing dick to a doll, babbling, he saw little point to it. He just waited.

He just ran down. He didn't eat, didn't sleep, just ran his little fantasies over again and again in what remained of his mind till there was nothing left. The doctor had even made an effort to keep him alive a bit longer. It was good to get some satisfaction from your job.
 
The only thing that grated was the smile.

Even in death, it was there. It wasn't a grimace or a grin caused by insanity or dementia. It was all pleasure. The memory he had played over and over was of two girls - the doctor knew that from the mumbling - his best little toys? They had lead him to hell.

"The dirty pair…" the doctor said aloud. Apologized to them for not ending the old man's joy at the pain he must have caused them as well. But their sacrifice had burned all others from his mind, removed the sins he had done to the doctor's sister so he wouldn't have them in the afterlife.

The hovering drone chirped and rose a foot, exited the cell. It's work was done. The doctor singed it's monitor with a light pen and ordered the room to be cleaned, the body taken away as trash to be incinerated.

The dirty pair? He hoped they were getting help as well...