Melanie's Conversion Ch. 10

CHAPTER 10: THE CHANGE

Even before Melanie recognized her awakening, the Yorkun was already carefully assisting her into consciousness. It had cared for her continuously since resolving the issue with the Star People deep in space. It had moved within the simple shelter on the island to hold Melanie close in the medicated coma it had induced for her recovery from the ordeal.

The task had seemed simple: the energy forms only wished to end their isolated existence through a final experience of pleasure. That was where Melanie came in: fucking energy forms while drifting in space. It had seemed so simple. In return, the energy forms, the Star People, as she referred to them, would transfer their knowledge to the Yorkun and energy to Melanie.

The Yorkun didn't often find reason to criticize itself. It had always acted deliberately and reasoned. In this case, however, the Yorkun had admonished itself severely while attending to Melanie encased within itself to heal. The gauntlet had been a trying experience for her, but she hadn't suffered nearly as much as she was after the Star People.

The Yorkun was exceedingly patient, but when it sensed a change in his Melanie, its attention redoubled to easing her back to consciousness with soft and soothing contact to her body and affirmation into her mind.

"Master?" came the soft inquiry.

If the Yorkun had been able, it would have smiled with relief. Instead, it sent that soft feeling into her brain that she took as its smile response.

"What happened, Master?" She knew she had been unconscious for some period of time. She also knew without thinking about it further that to the Yorkun time was insignificant and meaningless, so she didn't ask how long.

"My Melanie," it gasped in gratitude at hearing her again. "How do you feel? What do you remember?"

"I... I... feel different somehow, Master. I remember... I hurt terribly before, didn't I?" she struggled as she began coming back to reality. "I remember hurting everywhere."

"Yes, you did, but do you hurt now?"

"No, Master. Whatever you did, it took the pain away. You can always take my pains away, Master. Thank you. You are so good to me, Master." It felt her squirming gently within its form. It would smile again, if possible. She enjoyed so much the feel of his form caressing inside and outside of her body, and feeling her respond that way again gave it relief and joy. His Melanie had become so special to it, more special than it had ever imagined such a primitive life form could become.

"Master, I... I remember... yes, the Star People. I... I fucked them all, I think. Didn't I, Master? Didn't the last two double penetrate me? Then, they disappeared, too. They got what they wanted, then. But did they complete their bargain? Did they give you their knowledge?"

"Yes, my Melanie. Each one, as they orgasmed, passed their knowledge to me. You were magnificent again."

"That's good," she sighed. "You were successful in the task, then."

It's a soft chuckle in her mind. "You were the successful one, my Melanie. You succeeded. Are you forgetting that they bargained a reward for you, too?"

"Energy? I don't understand that. What would their energy mean to me, Master?"

"Let me show you," it said. It gently eased its form from around her so she was lying on the bare floor of the shelter. Melanie sighed at the feel of the Yorkun's form easing from her holes. It was mostly shadow inside the shelter without windows. The Yorkun, of course, did not need furnishings or views, and only used the shelter because the Morann had constructed it for the Yorkun in gratitude for saving it from extinction. So, in order to do what it wanted to do, it flowed out the doorway into the bright light of the white sun.

Melanie struggled first to a knee and then to standing. It felt to her that every muscle and joint of her naked body was stiff and tight beyond belief.

Outside, the bright sun caused her to stop with closed eyes to give her senses a chance to adjust from the muted light inside the shelter to the bright outside environment. When her eyes allowed it, she found the Yorkun positioned so its back was to the sun and shining on her front with the Yorkun in front of her. She watched the Yorkun change shape while still wondering what it was that it wanted to show her that might have anything to do with the energy given to her.

"Do you see now, my Melanie?" The Yorkun had formed a perfectly flat surface in front of her. It was tall and wide enough to provide a reflected image of her body back to her. It had given her this same view before to show her how the nutrition it gave her and her exercise had strengthened her body from the rounded shape of before to a firm, strong woman's body. What she saw reflected on the Yorkun's surface stunned her. She stared into the reflection, then down at her body.

"I don't understand..." she uttered unbelievingly. She looked back at the bare open doorway of the shelter. She remembered lowering her head as she exited, something she had never had to do before. She looked down at her legs. Her thigh muscles bulged in pronounced definition. She looked back into the reflection in amazement, turning side to side. Her stomach and abdomen were defined by a classic six-pack of muscle. Her sides were taught with no indication of fat. Her calves were pronounced. Her breasts were firmer, and her chest was wider. She raised her arms and was stunned by the size of her biceps and triceps as she moved. Her back spread with large muscles as she moved her arms. She turned and looked back over her shoulder, pulling her hair over her shoulder to see better. She pulled her arms together, and her back spread like wings, the muscles defined as she changed the position of her arms. Her butt was hard muscle and trim. The backs of her legs flexed by her movement. Her shoulders were wide and... she gazed at her back... her hair... even her hair... her blonde hair fell over her back like a wild mane to her butt. "I... I don't... understand, Master," she repeated. "How..."

"I hope you are not offended by your new appearance, my Melanie," it replied softly. "It was the energy gift of the Star People. This is the reaction of your body to the energy they gave you. You have grown over a foot in height, and your weight gain is all muscle. By my estimation, your body fat to body weight is only roughly six percent, which is why the muscles are so pronounced. I understand that would generally be too low for your life form, but I have already adjusted your nutrition to compensate."

She continued to move and flex. She finally stopped and lowered her head. "I am sorry, Master. I do not wish to appear vain to you by continuing to examine my own body. It is just so surprising."

"There is more you cannot see. From my own evaluation of the knowledge I was given and the changes in your body and mind, I have come to realize the Star People, as you think of them, were not only highly intelligent, but evolved from a people who were supreme warriors who conquered the surrounding galaxies until they had established a mutual existence without conflict, and devoted themselves to advancements for the common good. The warrior aspect remained, however, as a central part of their cultural pride." Melanie waited for more as her eyes couldn't resist glancing at the reflection of her new body. "They also instilled in your mind and muscles the reflexes and muscle memory of warrior combat."

Her body was massive, appearing to her, like she was looking at someone else, someone who had spent a lifetime of effort building such a body. Then, her eyes fell to her tattoo, a detail that somehow had seemed overshadowed by the other changes. The tattoo her Master had left on her was no longer black. It glowed white on her skin. Recognizing that, her senses adjusting to all that had changed about her body, she could focus on the tingling of constant arousal at her clit, nipples, and inside her pussy.

Apparently recognizing her focus change, "Yes, my Melanie, if you ever felt insatiable sexually before..." The Yorkun let the thought hang for her own consideration.

"What does that mean, Master?"

"The impulse charges I could give to you when we fucked," it said as reference, "I felt the same from you while I was inside you while assisting your recovery."

A sly smile spread over Melanie's face. The amazement of how her body had changed was suddenly replaced with a new consideration.

"You think..."

"Yes, my Melanie. What was the most intense fuck?"

"Easy, Master. Your first fucks of me were the most amazing and life-changing. The Star People, though, then became the most intense pleasure without the strain of the first massive cocks with the Whatomon, or the abuse of the gauntlet."

"I am curious," it said softly.

"Please fuck me, Master," she uttered with surprising desperation as she formed the words.

The Yorkun gave a soft chuckle as its form changed from the mirror Melanie was still glancing into to the hump shape she was used to, with two large cocks rising from the top. Lust filled her as she watched the changing form. She looked down at her body, still finding it hard to accept that the muscled body she saw was hers. What her eyes sought, though, was the glowing tattoo, the energy inside her to stimulate their fucking.

"Let us find out what that energy the Star People planted in you will do for your fucking, my Melanie, my amazing slave," the Yorkun implored.

"Oh, Master, yes, I am yours in every way. Thank you for selecting me, Master. My life is amazing serving you. I just know this fuck will be the best," she exclaimed as she straddled its form and aligned her pussy and asshole to the two protruding cock shapes. She bent forward to visually assist in penetrating herself, still marveling at the definition and size of muscles in her legs. She saw tiny flashes of energy just below the surface of the cocks, and the glowing of her tattoo as she lowered her body.

She used a hand in front, and one in back to maneuver the cock shapes to her holes, and felt the tingling from them in her hands. At the first touch, "OH FUCK, YESSSSS!" The cocks just touched the entrance to her asshole and pussy when the first spark of charge passed through her clit, pussy lips, and asshole ring. She pressed down urgently to be penetrated, about six inches suddenly inside both holes when the combination of the Yorkun's charge and her own jolted her. Compared to normal, six inches was barely penetrated, but the Yorkun used a thick shape combined with electric charges and her own to stop her. "OH GOD... OH FUCK... OOOOOOHHHHHH... MASTER!"

The sensations had her frozen. The charges flashed through her pussy and ass, into her clit to her connected g-spot, and up through her body to her hard, erect, and throbbing nipples. As she froze, though, the Yorkun took over and thrust both cocks rhythmically into her holes. The mound she straddled didn't move; the cocks pulsed longer up into her, retreated and pulsed back up deep and deeper. The cocks grew in width to fill her pussy and ass, and her holes responded with involuntary clenching around them. It felt like every inch of her holes from the ring of opening to the depth of penetration was sparked with energy pulses. And her new highly developed muscles throughout her body reacted, especially those of her pussy and ass.

Melanie braced herself with her hands on the mound shape, her hands sinking inches into the shape. Her head sagged on her shoulders, her wild mane of hair covering her back and over her shoulders and face to spread over the mound beneath her. Then, something new from her Master: energy pulses around her fingers and hands, light sparks rising from her hands into her arms and through her body to collide with the combined energy from their fucking.

When the energy merged, collided together, she jolted rigid, but her hands were bound to the Yorkun as the charges continued and the cocks pulsed and thrust, deeper and wider, filling her body with cock, stretching her holes wider and deeper with thrusting cock while her body tingled and jolted with energy charges.

"OH... MY... FFUUUUUKKKK... IT'S... TOOOOOOOO... MUCCCCHHHH... MASTERRRRR!"

Melanie orgasmed. She orgasmed violently, her entire body spasming, but her hands remained bound in the Yorkun as its cock shapes continued its pulsing thrusts into her holes.

Her entire body shook and quaked. Her mouth hung open while gasping and panting. And the Yorkun continued thrusting, and their energy jolted them both. She orgasmed again. With her eyes shut tight, she didn't see a new probe rising from the mound. She only felt the new probing cock press at her openly gasping mouth and move inside and down her throat. She collapsed onto the mound, now charges passing directly through her throbbing nipples, too.

Sometime in her fourth orgasm, or later since she lost any track of how many orgasms it was, her brain shut down despite her body continuing to spasm in orgasmic response.

When she became aware again, she was completely within the soothing and caressing form of the Yorkun. Inside the Yorkun's form provided for her quick recovery, replenishing her nutritional and hydration needs, and cleaning her body inside and out. Normally, the cleaning aspect was quick, as its form fully encased her outside and inside. This time, though, she still felt the remnants of the Yorkun's curious climax fluid inside her holes. That caused her to smile. It had been good for it, too.

"How can I ever thank you enough, my Lord and Master?" she uttered mentally, the only way she did with the Yorkun, and remembering the reference to 'Lord' that the Whattomon people had used. "You took me from that mundane existence and have given me all that I have experienced, the trying and the amazing. I am yours to use, Master, just tell me how. In a lifetime I can't thank you for what you have given me."

She felt a deep emotional response in her mind that was outside words or real thoughts. The Yorkun's form tightened around her. It was what she came to believe was its loving embrace... or, at least, the closest representation it could give.

"Nobody deserves the devotion you give to me, my Melanie."

Both were quiet for a time. Then, "I caution you, though, my Melanie," the Yorkun began again, "when fucking others, be aware of how hard you clench your holes. You don't want to strangle the cock that pleasures you."

Her new muscles, she thought. They both laughed hard. Did the Yorkun just make a joke?

A short time later, after reluctantly leaving the soothing form of the Yorkun, Melanie found herself testing her new body in any way her mind conjured up from her past life on Earth. She easily jumped ten feet to grab onto a branch and performed dozens of pull-ups without straining. She had never done pull-ups before. Her running strides were much longer, and she felt like a gazelle with ease and grace. She muscled fallen logs out of the way.

She found herself near the pod and smiled. At her approach, the pod tilted and lowered its long stem, the pod opening for her. She wondered what the connection was that it responded to her approach in such a way. She climbed into the pod. She was sweaty and tired from the trials she had been putting herself through, but she was very pleased about her new body.

The pod closed, and she relaxed, spreading her legs in anticipation, and already enjoying the soft caressing feel of the small feelers surrounding her body. One of the large tentacles touched her pussy, an electrical reaction caused the tentacle to pull back in surprise. Melanie remembered the tattoo.

"Sorry, my friend." The Yorkun said she should control her clenching holes. Is there any way to control the energy stored in the area of her tattoo? Already, she was adjusting to the constant tingling of her clit and pussy. She found that with a little initial effort, she could delay the energy effect until the pod tentacle had penetrated her pussy. Then, she allowed the small sparks of energy to pass from her to the tentacle. The effect was striking. The tentacle seemed to swell to a size normally felt at its climax. That was fine. She wasn't concerned about an early climax from it because she knew from past times that the pod was capable of multiple climaxes from each tentacle.

She felt another tentacle probing her asshole, and she raised her hips from the bottom of the pod to assist. The tentacle pressed between her cheeks, used its narrow tip to part her asshole and sphincter before thrusting deep into her ass. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth in anticipation. The next tentacle passed over her lips and down her throat. She was complete once again with the pod. Each hole filled deeply as they each began a rhythmic fucking of her.

With the tentacle fucking her pussy, the little charges resulting from her to it had the same effect that the Yorkun had produced earlier in their fucking with its sparks. Her own pulsing charges jolted her clit and g-spot, intensifying her own experience, too.

Even during the intense fucking from the pod, her mind processed the effects. As more energy charges passed from her to the tentacle in her pussy, it seemed to build and pass through the tentacle deep inside her pussy until she felt it pass a charge through the thin membrane separating her pussy and ass. Suddenly, she felt both tentacles being charged and tingling sensations along her pussy and ass walls deeper inside her.

After several orgasms and climaxes of the tentacles, she lay gasping inside the dark pod, the tentacles having receded from her holes, but the small feelers continuously caressing her body. Then, lying peacefully content, she was shocked.

"How amazing, Melanie," came a soft utterance filling her mind.

She raised her head in surprise and confusion, her head bumping the upper part of the pod. She was still inside the pod; the complete darkness of the pod and the complete quiet of being inside it remained.

"You can communicate?" she asked without believing. She had only thought of the pod as a simple plant. She should have known better than to assume so simply. Everything she had experienced with the Yorkun should have prepared her for questioning everything. "Why didn't you communicate sooner?"

"Why didn't you?" There was a pause. It was disconcerting to have a plant challenge her like that. Okay, she thought to herself, because my simple Earth prejudice didn't allow the possibility. "The Yorkun warned me. It requested I use our relationship as a learning experience for you."

"I apologize, sincerely; I am sorry. You've provided me with so much pleasure, and I've... I've discounted you... simply used you," she lamented.

"No harm, Melanie. We have mutually benefited from the pleasure. Your form is intriguing in that way. I am grateful that the Yorkun brought you to me. And now, there is something new about you. I cannot see, as you experience that sense, but you are different."

Melanie relaxed, chastened by her ignorance, but ready to commune with the pod fully. She lay in the spent cum of their sexual experience, the volume of cum receding around her as it was absorbed by the pod. She began recounting her experience with the Star People and the effect their transferred energy had on her body.

"I have to say, Melanie, the changes in your form are highly pleasurable," it finally said when she completed her story.

"I am curious, though," Melanie queried, "the Yorkun brought me to you originally. I would never have thought this was possible to experience. How is it that you would have female life forms to engage like this with?"

A chuckle filled her mind that was on the edge of feeling menacing. "The Yorkun suggested it, Melanie. Your initial perception of me relative to your experience on your world was quite accurate. I am a carnivore. Life forms attracted by the appearance of my open pod are captured by the tentacles and dragged inside. I enjoy what you provide for me, however, Melanie."

The pod opened, and Melanie rolled to the edge and sat there pondering what was just told her. "Please return, Melanie. I enjoy you much more by consuming you with pleasure and experiencing your pleasure response."

She turned while still sitting on the lip of the pod. The three large tentacles that fuck her so well were swaying nearby. She reached out and stroked each, and she felt a response from each. She hopped down from the lip and turned as the pod rose to full height and opened. Now that she knew, it was to attract the next meal. She physically shivered despite standing in the bright sunlight. All this time...

Saying her goodbyes to the pod, now that she understood their relationship, she decided it had been long enough since she had visited the cave pools and the Morann, too.

Melanie decided to use her new strength to clear a more direct path to the cave system with the pools and the Morann. She thought her new body was amazing, and for the first time in her life, she enjoyed the physical effort of using it. She had always been more interested in mental activities over anything physical, which resulted in that 'classical' voluptuous shape she had when she found herself naked in the stone room with the Yorkun. The Yorkun's nutritional plan and prodding had improved her shape, but this body was something she found pride in, even if she got it without working for it. Although, she mused, being fucked by a dozen energy forms while floating in space had decidedly been an extreme effort.

Inside the cave, she began the careful process of inching down the very dark passage, her hands touching either wall for guidance as she carefully felt her way with each step on the hard stone cave floor. That brought a new awareness, too. All this time she had been naked with the Yorkun, and she had been completely naked, except for a slave collar and tattoo. No thought of even sandals for her feet. She had given herself to the Yorkun, and it provided for her with whatever she needed. She never questioned the lack of even protection for her feet. She had walked carefully, even remembering the concern she had while walking through the dirty water in the gauntlet. Now, she realized she walked with ease, and without any thought of her feet.

She stopped in the dark passage, remembering the image of her new body in the mirror-like surface the Yorkun provided to her. No longer did she have the pasty, white body of before. She was now fully tanned by the white sun above this planet. And her body... like something of... like images in comic books... like... an Amazon warrior. It thrilled her. She even wondered if her new body might influence new opportunities for her and with the Yorkun. She smiled to herself and proceeded down the dark passage until she saw the soft green glow of the first pool.

Melanie stood at the edge of the first pool. She saw the eels darting near the surface and coming toward her. She and they were quite familiar with each other. She carefully stepped into the pool so the eels would give her space to step and sit in the water. Like before, she leaned back, her body in the shimmering, green water, the eels darting past her, and several bumping against her. She opened her legs wide, feeling the buoyancy allowing her legs to easily open.

She needed to do nothing. She never deliberately touched an eel. The experience was all them, and it didn't take them long. It began with small eels attaching to her constantly aroused nipples. She sighed. When another grasped her clit, a small spark jolted the eel, and it pulled away. She looked down, the glow of her tattoo just visible through the greenish water. "Sorry, little one," she uttered mentally, "I will try to be more controlled."

Another eel came forward, and not receiving the same jolt, latched onto the sensitive nub. "Oh damn... you guys," she muttered with a gasp. While that eel nibbled at her clit, others entered her pussy in a stream. Some, she felt, darted directly for her cervix and womb, cramming themselves inside her womb and bumping around with an amazing effect. Soon, larger eels, at least for this first pool, came and pressed inside her pussy. With her pussy becoming full of thrashing eels, she gasped and groaned as one attached to her g-spot.

"OH... FUCK... YESSSSSS!" she exclaimed as she orgasmed, an involuntary charge flashing in the water below which sent every eel inside her pussy and womb into a frenzy of action, which only heightened her rolling orgasm. "OH FUCK... I LOVE... BEING YOUR... SEX SLAVE... MASTER!" It just escaped her as her orgasm rolled on and on, as the eels remained in frenzy action with the uncontrolled sparks of her tattoo.

"You please me always, my Melanie," came a response from her Master. She knew his thoughts and scanning could cross into distant space, but she never understood the extent of her own mental expression. She was surprised by the Yorkun's response. "Your pleasure stimulates me, my Melanie. Even without being inside you, I feel your pleasure and arousal like it is my own. Have you never wondered why I ravage you fully when you return to me?"

The Yorkun's comments sent her orgasm to an ever higher peak of intensity.

She eventually stood in the shallow of the pool with legs widely spread to allow the eels to fall from her pussy. Once again, she had to use a finger to dislodge a small eel from a nipple. She watched it fall into the water, swim around her ankle a couple times before darting away.

She repeated everything at the next pool. She felt like she could be in a sexual heaven. The warm, shimmering water was soothing, and the eels were amazingly gentle but so very arousing, too.

She finally arrived at the small lake where the Morann lived. She would wait to experience this larger body of water and its larger eels. She always fucked the double-cocked Morann first.

The nocturnal Morann sensed her entry into the large cavern before seeing her. Though the lake of shimmering green water reflected off the walls and ceiling to light the cavern, the light was muted enough that the Morann could still see well enough.

It stood to its full height of eight feet as it sensed the intrusion into its space. Recognizing her presence, it dropped down to its more natural hunched posture with its arms and hands down, its hands providing support with its legs and feet. As she approached around the edge of the lake, the Morann suddenly stood erect again.

"Melanie?" the Morann queried as a larger form approached nearer.

"Yes, it is me, Morann. Don't be concerned."

When she was close, it looked over her body closely, walking around her in the process. "You look so different. Why? What happened?"

She began an abbreviated telling of the story, but she could see it wasn't understanding any of it. Actually, did she understand it?

The Morann shook its head, clearly still confused, but accepting that it truly was Melanie. "I don't intend to be rude, Melanie, but the way you looked before... it was strange enough to me. This one," and it shook its head.

Melanie laughed, "You never thought my form was pleasant to look at, did you?" Privately she thought, talk about the kettle and the pot. "Good thing we like to fuck, right?"

The Morann made the sound she took as its laugh. "Yes. At least with you, Melanie, I can fuck with both my cocks at the same time."

Melanie stared at the Morann. It was something they had never talked about. Being the only survivor, she hadn't wanted to bring up discussion of his kind that were lost forever.

"You mean that your females could only take one cock? Why did you develop two, then?"

She had been right. The question quieted Morann for a moment. "The holes were too far apart, and we only used the one for fucking. Nobody really knew why we had two cocks except it meant we could cum twice in a single female, one after the other."

"To increase the chances of impregnation," Melanie mused.

"I guess."

Melanie stood tall and bold before her strange friend. With the Morann in its natural posture, hunched over like an Earth gorilla, she now stood taller than it. And, she considered, she was likely stronger, too.

"So, my friend, even if I am now even less attractive to you than before, am I still worth fucking?"

The Morann stepped up to her. "Of course, Melanie. I enjoy fucking you, even if..." it didn't finish.

"Good," she responded, "because I like your double cocks, too." Yes, indeed, a double penetration every time. On reflection, though, her Master and the pod provided the same.

The Morann used its long arms to touch her glowing tattoo. "This changed, too, Melanie. Why?"

"You'll find out," she replied. Privately to myself, call me unattractive, will you? And she chuckled, which confused the Morann more.

She pushed the Morann to the rock surface of the cavern floor, which seemed to be a new favorite for it. She straddled its mid-section and decided on her approach. She reached behind and aligned one cock to her asshole, leaned back to penetrate her ass while holding the other cock in front. She began fucking the one cock and staring down at the large-eyed creature beneath her. It looked up at her puzzled, but she just smiled down at it.

The cock in her ass was rigid and hard, and the one in her hand matched it as she fucked up and down on the one. Then, with a glint in her eyes, she raised high on the one in her ass until just the tip remained inside her sphincter, and forced the other cock over her clit to her pussy. It hadn't taken her long to find control of the energy pulses. As soon as the second cock penetrated her pussy, she clamped tightly around both cock, and sent a pulse into the one in her pussy.

"WHAT?! Ohhhhhh," the Morann cried out.

Melanie felt the cock pulse and twitch with the charge passing into it as she slammed her body down both cocks while clenching hard around them. The Morann came immediately.

"Ohhhhh... Melanie... what... I didn't mean to... cum so... soon," it gasped.

She laughed as she released tension around the cocks and continued fucking up and down while sending small pulsing charges into the cock. "Don't worry. I think you'll be hard again soon."

Her new body had many advantages, she decided. Not only sexually, which it seemed she found appreciation for since she was a sex slave, but her increased strength and size had advantages. Moving back to the Yorkun from the cave and the sexual pleasures there were made easier by her strength and stamina after such long sessions of fucking the Morann and eels in the pools.

"Master," she announced upon finding her Yorkun inside the simple shelter. Without any visible signs to detect expression or attitude, she relied on a heightened sense they shared between themselves. While she found her Master quiet, he wasn't concentrating on one of his mental explorations into some part of the vastness of space.

"Yes, my Melanie," it replied without sound, though to Melanie, it felt as if they used verbal communication rather than mental. "How did the Morann respond to your new form and abilities sexually?"

She chuckled, "He found it a bit shocking, Master." She paused to hear him chuckle at her joke, but the Yorkun were a species normally well past the use of humor. "I seem to learn more about him with my visits now that he considers me a friend, even though he still finds my appearance unattractive."

"Not so unattractive that he won't fuck you, however."

"Exactly, Master," she responded with a chuckle. "We even discussed that. He admits that my shape has its appeal sexually. He very much enjoys using both of his cocks while fucking. It is curious to me that their females couldn't. Why would their evolution have the females with the ability to receive only one cock when the males have two cocks?" The Yorkun didn't immediately respond, which told her she was missing a critical element in her questioning.

"My Melanie, your mind has been too focused on sexual responses, it would seem."

"Of course, Master," she quickly replied with embarrassment. "Evolution would be concerned only with the propagation of the species, not sexuality. If the females of the species had one birthing chamber, she would have only one hole for insemination." She pondered that for a moment. "That, of course, begs another question about waste elimination, but..." and she let that question die in her throat, but 'in her throat' was only a thought, since she didn't use sound. "The double cocks are still an evolutionary puzzle, but one I enjoy the Morann possessing."

"I understand your pursuit of answers, of course, my Melanie. It is one of the things about you that attracted me originally, remember?" Melanie responded positively. "He is the only survivor of the Morann."

"So the whys of the evolution of the Morann lack significance any longer," Melanie completed the thought. She watched the Yorkun's shape rise from the floor to approximately her height, which she accepted as its invitation. It had been a while since she had been nourished, and the sexual activity of showing her new body had left her depleted. She eased herself into its form, which shifted from softly firm to easing her body inside. Immediately, she felt the familiar and welcome sense of being caressed and probed over her entire body as she became encased within her Master.

"Oh... yes, thank you, Master," she gasped as its form probed into her cunt, asshole, and throat as the rest of her body was fondled and teased. It seemed that every inch of her, outside and inside, was gently stimulated by her Master. Gently, of course, until she pleaded for an orgasm as the stimulation increased. She didn't feel it happening, but her entire body was nourished with fluids, calories, and minerals for growth and thriving, especially for her new body. Even her skin was somehow nourished. She believed her skin had the texture of a younger woman even though it seemed that she had been without clothing for a very long time since meeting the Yorkun in that stone room. With all her exposure to various suns and climate conditions, her skin had not suffered, as a result. Only the soles of her feet had toughened, and that had occurred very early upon arriving on their island.

"My Melanie," the Yorkun softly probed as she was fully consumed within its form. Since their communication was solely mental, its form being deep in her throat posed no hindrance to communicating. "Do you think you are fully recovered from your experience with the Star People?"

"I do, Master. Thanks to your healing efforts, my body feels no aftereffects any longer. Do you have another need of my body, already?"

She felt his sense of bemusement, an interesting sense she was becoming used to. "Not a need, my Melanie. An opportunity for you, though. I am simply wondering if you might wish an opportunity for limitless and unadulterated pleasure for no other purpose than for the experience in the moment? Perhaps as a reward for your efforts with the Star People."

"Limitless pleasure?"

"For a controlled period of time, of course," the Yorkun clarified.

"My new body and your new powers are quite sufficient reward, Master." She was honest in her response, and she knew her Master understood her feelings, but he remained quiet. She chuckled. Her Master was a good Master to her. "You are too good to me, Master. You know your slave's needs, though I am always pleased to feel your pleasuring of me so I can return the pleasure to you at the same time." After another silent pause, she accepted that it wasn't ready to allow her rejection of his offer. "What have you discovered for me, Master?"

"Not discovered as much as remembered and confirmed, my Melanie. There is a very unique colony we should visit."