Melanie's Conversion Ch. 09

CHAPTER 9: THE STAR PEOPLE

The Yorkun's return from its task away from Melanie brought a frenzy of fucking. The Yorkun was able to fuck all of her holes at once, and it could do so with probes into her body of whatever length and width it decided to use on her. That session was no different, and was made more intense by their separation.

The Yorkun was fucking her throat so deeply it felt to her that the probe was going into her stomach. At the same time, the probe in her ass was fucking with a thickness that spread her asshole wide, but at the same time narrowed to wind up into her bowels. Even the vines in the gauntlet hadn't done that to her. The probe in her pussy was nearly as thick as the Whattomon males, and penetrated as deeply as the stone statue had in the most abusive fuck of her existence. The Yorkun wasn't abusive, however.

Her Yorkun Master's fucking was always either pure pleasure or intentional training. The tattoo it had placed at her clitoral hood added stimulation to her when glowing. Her Master could send electrical charges into her, which charged the tattoo that wrapped along both sides of her clit. That jolting stimulation passed from her clit directly into her g-spot, and the effect was beyond belief to her. While the glowing eels had a similar effect on her tattoo, it wasn't close to how it felt with her Master.

After countless orgasms, Melanie, the inexperienced nerd turned sex slave to an indescribable alien life-form, lay limply on the inky, black, tar-like mound her Master currently assumed in shape. The probes it formed to penetrate each of her holes were still fully inside her and pulsing the last of its type of climaxing release.

"Oh Master," Melanie gasped through her mind, "I missed you so much."

"Did you not take advantage of the pod and cave?" her Master inquired.

"Of course, Master. You know how I enjoy the pod and eels in the cave. The Morann and I have also become quite familiar with each other. His two cocks are very interesting to fuck." She wiggled on the form that yielded around her, and she felt the soft caresses it gave wherever it contacted her skin. "But, Master, you are everything to me."

They became quiet in the aftermath of their fucking, and that aftermath had its own unique pleasure. As she lay on the Yorkun's mounded form, she slowly sank into it until she was fully inside the peculiar substance of her Master. It was inside it that she was nourished, cleaned inside and out, while softly caressed in its unique rippling way. It was also in those times that it trained her mind and instructed her. She slowly came to not only accept the worlds she was exposed to, but to understand the purposes of the Yorkun's actions on different worlds and the life forms on them.

Melanie awoke lying on the stone floor of the shelter she now knew was built by the Morann in gratitude for being saved from its dying existence. The Yorkun's form had three tentacles caressing her exposed body: two were fondling her breasts and nipples, and the other softly stroking the outside of her pussy and clit.

"Mmmm ... it feels so good, Master," she uttered even before opening her eyes. She opened her eyes to gaze at the black mound between her spread feet. "Have I ever told you that you are too good to your slave, Master?"

"You have, my Melanie, and have I ever responded that I can't be too good to you?"

She giggled, "I believe you have." After a pause, "Thank you, Master."

"For what, my Melanie? For fucking you?"

"For making me into your sex slave, of course, Master. I was only seeking some experiences, and you gave me an entirely new existence that is now my only purpose. I don't believe I could ever be happier or more fulfilled than I am now in your service." There were times when she wished she could see a facial reaction on her Yorkun Master, but it was never to be. She was, however, content in the warm feeling that suddenly filled her mind.

"You please me, too, my Melanie. Slaves may be completely compliant, but seldom as willfully devoted as you. It is your mind that attracted me. It was your mind, combined with your awakened body, and your realization that you weren't merely seeking some experiences but a life of experiences. The gauntlet proved how exceptional you are, my Melanie."

"Thank you, Master. I will never let you down." The words flowed from her with ease and devoted commitment to every word. She would have accepted her death on that statue's massive cock rather than yielding to the other Yorkuns. She had promised her Master. That was all that mattered. She didn't know where such devotion came from, but she believed in it with every fiber of her being.

* * * *

Inside the pod again, Melanie was recovering from the wonderfully refreshing orgasms and the tantalizing effects the tentacles, large and small, provided. As the pod opened and tilted to the ground, Melanie rolled onto the lip of the open pod to find her Yorkun Master silently waiting.

"Master," she exclaimed excitedly.

"Did my Melanie enjoy her time with her pod?" the Yorkun asked. The Yorkun understood that Melanie had been transformed into a truly sexual being. It had been a transition initiated in the stone room, but it had become real only through her intentional and willful acceptance of the transformation. Sexual pleasure to her was now as necessary as air to breathe.

Since bringing her to this quiet place the island represented to the Yorkun, it had begun intentional scanning of the surroundings for unique opportunities for her experience. The pod and cave with its pools, eels, and the Morann were the beginning. The Yorkun understood how Melanie relished variety, and that variety would come with experiences beyond, but variety was also needed during the quiet times on their small island.

"I have a new task identified," the Yorkun said.

"Already, Master? But you've only just returned."

"I have discovered a unique condition that would serve multiple benefits, but it can only be so with your involvement."

"You need my assistance?" she responded excitedly.

"I have discovered a new and very unique experience for you, my Melanie," it softly and casually said in her brain. "It would relieve the suffering of the survivors of a catastrophe. Are you willing? There could be danger in it for you."

"Of course, I will do it. All you need to do is ask, Master."

Her body was covered in the secretions from the orgasmic release of the pod's tentacles, which overflowed her holes and puddled around her where she lay in the pod. "Should I clean first, Master?" she asked excitedly. When the Yorkun used the term 'new experience', she knew it referred to an opportunity for fucking. She had already experienced many new and unique ways of fucking and being fucked. "I wouldn't want to offend this life form by being so messy."

She heard the chuckle in her brain. "Being cleaned isn't an issue. You will be traveling within me to prepare you."

Intriguing, she thought. Is this another form of gauntlet? Whatever it was, it would have to benefit others who are suffering. She was very intrigued, indeed.

She immediately stepped to her Yorkun Master and leaned into its form. Her body slowly settled into its fluid form until she was fully encased within it. There was no need for preparation or belongings for wherever they were headed. The Yorkun required nothing, and Melanie was always naked regardless of where she was. She had the collar around her neck indicating her status as a slave to the Yorkun and her tattoo at her clit, a further marking from the Yorkun. She had no other possessions to her name.

The Yorkun cared for Melanie's needs. Within it, she was cleaned inside and out while it provided for her every nutritional and hydration need. She hadn't consumed food or drink by mouth since the stone room where she first encountered the alien life form. At that time, the Yorkun had sexually tormented her into submission until not having the form penetrate one of her holes left her wanting and frustrated. That had been the ascent into becoming the sexual being she was still becoming.

Normally, their travel was instantaneous. A black void portal of some kind opened for them to enter, and immediately exit at their destination. Time and distance had no significance in the process. Melanie understood she was within the Yorkun's form for an extended time, but didn't know if it was travel or the Yorkun was merely using the time to communicate the situation for her.

It was an interesting back-story: Ages ago, a star exploded. It didn't merely slowly die, its mass depleting as it cooled, but ended in a supernova explosion sending debris out. In this case, there were planets with life in the way. The energy vaporized nearby plants and life. Even the Yorkun didn't fully understand the what and how of the conditions and result. What he discovered, though, was that life forms had been turned into energy masses and sent to drift endlessly in an asteroid debris field. When it had all occurred was as much a mystery as the how. What the Yorkun discovered was about a dozen remaining energy-bodies adrift among the debris. Where once there had been thousands or millions of such energy-bodies, all but these dozen had slowly lost energy and died.

"You mean they have aimlessly drifted in space amid rock debris for ions, Master?"

"Yes, my Melanie. Adrift without form, function, or purpose. As I travel from system to system, I am always scanning for new opportunities for tasks. I heard a simple, plaintive plea, 'WHY?', which made me curious of its source and context."

"You were able to communicate with them?"

"I was, my Melanie, but it took the remaining dozen to join together after so many years of not having purpose. In the simplest terms, they want to die, to end the seemingly endless drifting through space without function or purpose."

"Your task is to end their existence? Then, what is my purpose in this, Master?"

There ensued a meaningful silence, which was significant for the otherwise stoic Yorkun. "They apparently were a quite advanced civilization. They bargained for an ending of their choosing. They, of course, had little real position for bargaining. They could just be left to drift as they have."

"But you were interested. What are they bargaining with?"

"Their advanced knowledge and acquired energy. What they desire in return is one last moment of pleasure."

"Pleasure. Me."

Its form suddenly became translucent, and Melanie was looking out into the endless black void of space except for the stars and the asteroid debris they were drifting among. Immediately in front of her were a dozen bright formless objects of independent energy. The Yorkun responded to the concerns and fears flooding her mind without specific expression.

"I can use a part of my form to cover your head and provide an air sack on your back. Your body will be fine for the time required."

"I don't think I can comprehend ... I mean, what will happen?"

"I have explained to them what form would be required, at least in part. Their climax will transfer knowledge to me, and the energy will be put into you, my Melanie. You will be the recipient of pure energy."

"I will not only be separated from you in space, but I will be implanted with some form of energy even you don't understand?" Melanie stared out of the window the Yorkun provided for her. What did any of this mean? She struggled to understand. Adrift in space and fucked by ... by what? ... some energy form? And what would the acquired energy do to her?

"I couldn't adequately explain it to you before. You had to see it to even begin to understand. It is your choice, my Melanie. You are the one with the risk."

"This is the 'multiple benefits' you referred to. They stop drifting aimlessly after a final moment of pleasure, you acquire what knowledge they possess, and I am impacted with some energy form," Melanie uttered almost to herself in summary.

She was surprised by a soft chuckle in her head, "And you also get fucked a dozen times, my Melanie."

Melanie laughed, "Yes, there is that, isn't there?"

That was why her Master needed her for the task. There were multiple benefits, and the only risky part was the effect the energy would have on her. But, she mused, since being with the Yorkun she had been fucked in many different and unbelievable ways. Fucking pure energy ... did she really think she could resist that? Besides, her Master would benefit from it.

"How do we do this, Master?"

What is ultimate trust? Melanie understood it as she slid from the Yorkun's form into the void of space. Science fiction has provided all kinds of ideas about the unprotected human body in space. Breathing was the obvious one. The Yorkun assured her against the other misconception. She would not explode in vacuum; she wouldn't instantly lose all body heat and freeze, or her blood boil within her. Her head was covered, and a part of the Yorkun's form on her back contained sufficient air. Otherwise ... she couldn't even comprehend ... she was drifting naked to the first energy form, which still didn't look to have any substance.

The Yorkun had aimed her perfectly, and she still had a thin membrane of the Yorkun attached to her back to act like a safety cable against her drifting past her target. She knew the Yorkun could come after her in that event, but it was still comforting to be attached.

She didn't realize she had been holding her breath until she felt a bump when she encountered the energy form. The safety cable kept them from drifting away after the impact, but the real relief was from not knowing what would happen upon embracing the energy form. The Yorkun even admitted to not knowing that part of this effort.

The body Melanie found herself embracing felt spongy in substance and was translucent. She immediately felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, but intensely in her nipples and clit. She glanced down her body to find the tattoo at her clit glowing. The energy, she thought, was like the charges her Master gave her or the eels. She could detect no face, arms, legs, or body for that matter. What remained to relate to was a form similar to her Yorkun, one without a real relatable form, but a body of some substance.

"You are Melanie," came a voice within her head, startling her.

"I ... yes ..." she uttered in near shock at communicating with what she could only describe as a lifeless, shapeless form of energy adrift in space.

"We thank you, Melanie, you and the Yorkun who happened upon us. We quickly discerned that the Yorkun was the only one who could save us from this endless existence. Your willingness to assist, Melanie, will be rewarded, too."

"My reward is in serving my Master. What should I do for you?" she replied in earnest.

"Only what your form can give pleasure, Melanie. I will scan your brain for that means of pleasure, and we will adapt to it. We will experience your pleasure, and that will release us finally from this existence, and our gratitude given."

She searched the glowing form she embraced, but it remained without recognizable form or expression to relate to, not unlike her Yorkun Master. She decided to relax and allow the process to follow, but the process, the action, was immediate.

"OH FUCK!" she exclaimed in her mind as she was deeply penetrated in her pussy by something that felt like a beautiful, long, hard, and thick, heavily veined cock. She gazed down through the form she was embracing. Despite holding onto the form, she was also able to look through it. The only really solid part of the form was a cock-like shape plunging in and out of her pussy.

Her head fell back as she surrendered herself to the impossible condition she found herself in. "Ohhhhh ... yesssss ..." she gasped. She was being fucked wonderfully while drifting in space. "Yessssss ... oh fuck ... yesssss ... like ... that ... ohhhh ... ooooooo ..." she gasped on and on. Each thrust of the cock into her was accompanied by charges of energy through every inch of her pussy inside, her clit, and her g-spot. Her body, clutching to the spongy form, continued to feel the tingling of the energy passing into her.

She found herself clutching the form harder and harder as her response increased, wanting to feel everything more and more intensely, the ramming cock, the charges inside her pussy, the tingling of every inch of her body in contact with it. She felt herself being absorbed into the energy mass as she might into the Yorkun until her entire body was tingling while her pussy continued to be fucked with stronger and deeper thrusts.

When she finally came, it felt like a supernova of all orgasms. Even through her closed eyes, she recognized a very bright explosion of energy around and consuming her. Her body twitched and spasmed. The energy form was gone. She was adrift with her arms and legs flung out from her body. For several moments, it was all she could do. Drift in space and pray her Master had provided her with enough air as her body slowly recovered.

With easing breath and heart rate, she didn't even look for the next energy form. She was captivated by the sight above her as she drifted. Stars and galaxies ... millions or billions of them, and that was only what was above her. Asteroids and debris closer, but beyond them ... in all the times of looking up at the night skies, even on the quiet place island with no light source, could she have imagined such a sight?

"Are you okay, my Melanie?" came her Master's concerned voice in her head.

"Oh, Master," she exclaimed softly in response, "this ... this sight is unbelievable." Then, she turned to follow the tether holding her to her Yorkun. She giggled, "That orgasm was pretty unbelievable, too."

It laughed back to her. "Well, you only have eleven more, my Melanie. Enjoy."

She twisted back the other way so she wouldn't be tangled in the tether line. She located the nearest next energy form. But how to get there while adrift? Suddenly, even as the question formed in her head, she felt herself tugged by the tether to the side. Master is in control, she sighed.

One after the other, it was repeated. The Yorkun maneuvered her into position to intercept the next form to be fucked in the same way. She was exhausted from the experience. So many orgasms that defied belief. But these were energy forms, not bodies, and their intention was the experiencing of pleasure that was really reflected from her pleasure experience.

As she was pulled into position for the next energy form, she counted two more. She wasn't sure how she had managed the ones she just had, much less two more, but she would for her Master. There was no doubt about that.

The next in view had another form close behind it. Her numb mind ignored that in order to focus on performing one at a time. She was about to be surprised.

She opened her arms and legs to capture the next form as she had the others before it. Almost immediately, the same wonderful cock thrust into her well-used ... overused... pussy. Her eyes shut and her mind drifted off to only focus on the sensations of the second-to-last fuck by pure energy while drifting in space. It all remained beyond comprehension, but what she could comprehend was the feeling of being fucked to amazing orgasms, one after another.

Melanie didn't sense her drifting slowly, but she was. In that slowing, the last of the energy forms drifted into the fucking coupling. It found its way to her back, and the sensation of being wrapped from behind sharpened her mind. She twisted her head to find herself fully encased by the two remaining energy forms. Her entire body was now tingling by their contact against her when the last cock form thrust into the yet unused hole of her ass.

"OH! OH, OH, OH ... FUCK!" she cried out. "OH ... MY ... GODDDDDDDD!"

Two cocks drove into her holes. The energy charge pouring into her became impossibly consuming as she was fucked deeply and powerfully. She was beyond limp. Her arms and legs splayed out from her body as the two cock used her, fucking her over and over. She orgasmed with explosive force like before, but these two continued to fuck her as if they were acting intentionally. It only then somehow came to her numbing mind that each fuck had somehow been more intense than the previous. It was as if they were ending their species' existence in grand form.

After her second orgasm with the two, her mind was lost. The sight of billions of stars receded until there was only black. The sensation of being retrieved by the Yorkun was lost to her. She wasn't even aware of her body spasming so hard she might have been concerned for her health. Even the Yorkun had to wrap her tightly within itself to ease her violent spasms.

In a moment, of course, they were back in the shelter on their quiet place island. Still, she shook, and the Yorkun began using everything it knew and tapped into what it had learned from the Star People to ease his Melanie.

As she began to ease her spasming, "Master," she uttered faintly, "I hurt. Every fiber of me, every muscle, tendon, and every inch of skin hurts."

"I am here, my Melanie. You were amazing, once again. I will take care of you. Sleep now, my Melanie," it softly said as she felt the soft caressing of its form inside and out. She drifted into peaceful unconsciousness while desiring nothing more than to stop hurting.