Pardy glanced around the vast, sunlit interior of the new Kansas City terminal. Though the smallest of the three central states’ hubs, behind Chicago and Dallas, the BHO Terminal outside Kansas City was state of the art, and it was expanding. With technology making it possible for a single robotic construction team to lay ten miles of environmentally-friendly sky tube every twenty-four hours, more and more routes cut directly across the lower forty-eight states, and Kansas was at the natural center of their crisscrossing.

Jonas stretched and watched people for a moment, as they moved casually from one platform to another. There was no need to rush; there was an abundance of tram cars. The great expanses of glass overhead and along the exterior walls gave as much a feeling of being outdoors as Jonas was likely to get for a while. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d made a conscious decision to go outside.

Now would not be the time anyway. There was snow on the ground. He wore only a black belt of interwoven microfiber which dipped to a codpiece that was little more than a sheer pouch for his genitals. With a coordinating shoulder bag and slippers, he was as dressed as most people were these days, and more dressed than many. Naked was in. Naked was practical. When he wasn’t traveling or out for the evening, Jonas usually went naked himself. In fact, he had everything he needed for an entire week’s stay in LA… in his shoulder bag.

There was one other item on his person; his headband. Because he wore his black hair like a mane, falling thickly from the back of his head all the way down to the top of his butt, he preferred a circlet headband. His was a MS-Nike model that banded his head in a glowing circle of white.

Jonas thought, ‘food… here’, and the headband flashed him a transparent, heads-up display that included a 3-D map and directions to the nearest restaurants and food courts. As he turned his head, the orientation of the map changed to match. Because the display fed directly to his optical cortex, he was the only one to see it, just as he was the only one to see the scrolling list of providers and menus. He turned toward the nearest food court.

An ESPN newsfeed popped up in his heads-up display. He read it, and then changed the display to a schedule of the gymnastics events he wanted to follow later in the day. Then he glanced at national news headlines, and one caught his attention… “FEMALE BIRTHRATE UP… For the first time in twenty years, the US birthrate for girls is approaching two-thirds that for boys. Dr. Barack Sumter, professor of reproductive sciences at Cal Tech, cites several contributing factors. ‘The simple answer,’ he told reporters, ‘is that the government now subsidies all costs of female conception and birth. This makes female births highly profitable for surrogates, whose charges for delivering a female baby are only slightly less than that for a male. Demand for children is up overall,’ he pointed out. ‘Our times are uncertain. Single and multiple parents are starting to think of girls as potentially better income producers, at younger ages [as surrogate mothers], than males. And older females can often write their own ticket in the workplace,’ he added. ‘Older females command significantly higher salaries than their male counterparts – the often quoted, queen bee syndrome.’ The professor went on to point out that the US is overwhelmingly male; and, ‘… even though we are a pansexual society, boys still like girls,’ he told reporters. As a final, major factor, Dr. Sumter cited the reality that a human womb continues to be the best and only truly viable incubator for a human child. When reporters asked if another major factor might be that single male parents are more interested in female offspring as convenient sexual partners, the professor declined comment because of the controversy over the current trend.”

Jonas considered watching the interview on his heads-up display, but decided against it. His eyes traveled over the terminal and the endless parade of the naked, or mostly naked, bodies of his fellow travelers.

He worked on honing his skills of discernment. Now that he was approaching eighteen, he had become better at telling the differences between someone in their late twenties and someone in their late fifties. It wasn’t easy. Technology had done wonders with human aging.

It wasn’t difficult to tell a teen or preteen, of course. That was perhaps why teenagers – especially boys – were sexually attractive to everyone. In a society where all boys were beautiful, and there were so many more of them than girls, boys were more popular sexual partners.

He slowed as he walked past half a dozen sex alcoves, or simply coves, as they were called. The coves had cushioned walls, couches, and floors; all covered with bio-free, pathogen-safe fabrics and materials.

It was still early in the morning, and only four coves were occupied. The first held a teenage boy and girl. Three guys had stopped to watch. The next cove held two guys who Jonas guessed were still in their twenties. They were standing, butt fucking, and the one in back had beautiful hip action.

Jason paused to watch and his dick thickened, stretching his sheer pouch. The guy in the back of the couple smiled and motioned for Jonas to join them. Jason smiled and shook his head, moving on.

He milled around the food court, his head band displaying the menus. Finally, he settled on a Mexican breakfast. His headband noted the selection and forwarded his choice to the appropriate kiosk, along with payment information.

Jonas, like most people, appreciated places which prepared food, even as simple as a taco, by hand. He watched as a short, chocolate-colored attendant – a girl with a big smile of perfect white teeth – assembled his meal. She was pretty in her white, sanitary hair and pube nets. Female pubes were in at the moment, as opposed to shaved, and food preparers were required to wear nets.

He watched her small hands work; she was wearing thin, bio-free gloves. The girl flashed a warming wand over the tacos and passed them across to Jonas.

He took them and an orange juice to a table at the edge of the food court. Almost as soon as he sat down, a family of three – father, mother, and daughter – sat down at the next table. He guessed the girl was around twelve. She was wearing a sheer g-string and had very little in the way of pubes.

The girl was astonishingly pretty, even in a world where all girls were remarkably beautiful. Her pale blond hair hung in glorious curls down onto her chest, teasingly screening her newly budding breasts. She wore leg twinings; a weave of black leather-like strands up each slender leg, almost up to her crotch.

He smiled at her; she smiled back.

“Where are you headed?” Jonas asked.

“San Diego,” she said, moving her seat closer. “We’re going to see my aunt and uncle.” She smiled. Her eyes were profoundly blue.

The few, original designer children all had profoundly blue eyes. Now, just about all kids were DCs, or dizzies as they were called, and they came in a wide variety of hair, eye, and skin color. The boys all had ample endowments, but girls came with a variety of breast sizes and curves. Breast sizes could be changed as they grew older, of course. So could dick sizes, to one degree or another.

“I’m Lynette,” she said.

“Jonas,” he answered. “I like your name.”

She smiled. “I like your body.” Her eyes dropped to his shoulders and chest, and then down his lean torso. Then her eyes rose back to his. “Click?” she asked.

He nodded, and instantly, his headband fed him Lynette’s Facebook pages, just as her headband was displaying his for her. He scanned, saw her likes, saw she had two current boyfriends and liked three-ways with them, preferred being on top, though liked variety, was traveling with her parents to see her grandparents, was indeed, twelve.

She saw that he was on his way to LA for a stay with his brother, who was his first long-term sex partner and still his best friend. He loved several boys, with whom, he played fantasy games, but he had no boyfriend or girlfriend at the moment. He liked sex with girls almost as much as sex with guys; and he liked girls as friends.

They chatted as they ate, observing common likes and dislikes. He felt over her leg twinings, admiring them. She smiled and gave him a kiss.

“Have you had sex yet this morning?” Lynette asked him. “There are some coves with rings around the corner there. I’ve never tried rings.”

“I haven’t sexed yet,” he said, with a grin. “But I’d like to.”

“Mom, Dad,” Lynette said, as she and Jonas got to their feet. “We’ll be in the coves around the corner for a little while.”

“Don’t tear your new cavlin, Lyny,” her mom said, referring to Lynette’s g-string. “Take it off first.”

Lynette rolled her eyes, grinned at Jonas, and led him away by the hand.

Our story takes place in a medium-sized, quiet city known as Heaven's Brook. Located near the southeastern sector of the United States, not many people know of its existence, even in its neighboring cities. It's a dull, boring place, with the exception of maybe a few scenes of interests like a lush field by the train tracks where you can watch the sun set behind a grove of trees as it dazzles a nearby pond into a shower of sparkling lights. Still, not many people find a reason to stay in the city and have dreams of leaving for New York or Chicago. Most people uptown are able to make it in the big world or stay behind with a stable job, while downtown is far more delinquent, with many taking part in the underground market in drugs and eventually finding themselves in one of Heaven's Brooks' two prisons.

Still, I can't say I love this town. Well, in a way I am glad that I was raised here because in this way I was able to meet all the amazing people in my life. Just thinking about them makes me happy. I still say that Heaven's Brook is a bore though. Except for one thing.

You see, there's something about this city that makes it special, even though hardly anyone knows about it. Perhaps something way back in the annals of history caused its state, or maybe it was an act of the cosmos. But behind the scenes Heaven's Brook has always been susceptible to extraordinary and fantastic things happening in it. I guess I have these powers to thank, because if it wasn't for them I never would have been able to have this whole journey that I'm about to recount. I never would have gotten my second chance at life. And I guess I'm telling you this because, well, I'm not sure. I want to say there's a moral, but I can't quite put it in words. Oh well, I'm sure you can take something out of this on your own. But this is my story.

We'll begin on March 2, the day I died.

"Sean?"

There were people everywhere. The din of people talking, hooting, singing, and yelling, all while downing beer after beer after beer in red cups. The music pulsed throughout the entire house, some rap song with a guy that had an annoying voice. The whole floor was a mess with food and other junk all over it. Across the room I could spot a guy and a girl hooking up in plain sight. And I? I was sitting, alone, on this couch having downed my seventh beer. I don't even know why I came here, to this party filled with people I hardly ever hang out with, in the house of some guy I've never even talked to (never mind that he was one of those popular guys at school), in the middle of nowhere, downtown. And I had trapped myself, because I knew that I was too drunk to drive. Hell, driving over here while sober had been a nightmare of its own. But I guess I just didn't want to be alone on this night. The irony.

"Sean." I turned to face the person who had just sat down next to me and was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face. "You don't look too great," Nathaniel stated.

"I know," I muttered quietly, taking another sip of beer.

Nathaniel grabbed my hand. "Come on," he said, and without resistance from me he pulled me up and led me over to the bathroom. The two of us went in and he shut the door behind him. Now that we had our privacy he continued. "So, are you going to tell me what's up?"

"David said that he would be here, but he flaked out at the last moment and now I'm stuck here," I explained with a sigh. My eyes scanned the surroundings. The bathroom was actually kind of nicely-made. While the floor could have used a bit of scrubbing, the room was warmly-lit by candles, with an ornate marble sink and white tiles on the walls.

Nathaniel frowned. "That can't be all of it."

I sighed again and looked at Nathaniel. While he wasn't at David's level, I considered him to be a good friend, and he was one of the few people who knew of my sexuality. After a pause, I finally decided that I could confide in him. "I can't get over Sarah," I said.

"I'm sorry, man." Nathaniel pulled me into a hug, pressing me tightly against him. I rested my head against his shoulders. The alcohol was making me feel a little bit groggy, and I felt safe and comfortable in his arms. "You two went out for a long time," he continued, "but we're still juniors. We're still young. That's plenty of time to move on and find someone else."

"Thanks," I replied. "But I think I really was in love with her. I mean, right now the feelings have died down, but I still think about her, and there are just some days when the feelings come back and I can't take it."

"Just give it time," Nathaniel said gently. "And try to focus on other things. Try to focus on other people." He pulled his head back so that he could look at me. Our eyes met, and suddenly, I became aware of a multitude of sensations. The warmth of Nathaniel's body as our arms were still wrapped around each other. The smell of his clothes. How close his face was to mine. My heart began to beat faster. I felt nervous, butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach. There was a feeling deep inside me that pierced the alcoholic buzz and made me feel awake yet dreamy at the same time. And while I was making all of these observations, the two of us were silent, just gazing into each other's eyes. He had the same eye color as me, but his were brighter and full of life and compassion.

"I'm drunk," I suddenly blurted out.

"Me too," chuckled Nathaniel. "But Sean, listen. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, okay?" He smiled, and it sent a jolt through my spine.

"I know that," I said and smiled back, moving my face closer to his. He did the same, and before long our lips met. Currents swept through my entire body as I tasted him. I drank it all in, his touch, his smell, his taste, his looks. Even amidst the background thump of the blasting rap music I could forget that I was in some popular guy's house in the middle of nowhere. All that mattered now was that I was with Nathaniel. I was in a world of absolute bliss and serenity.

Then there was a knock on the door, pulling both of us out of our spell. "Hurry up! I gotta piss!" someone yelled from the other side of the door. Nathaniel wiped his mouth and answered, "Just use the bathroom upstairs, I'm gonna be in here for a while!" The guy outside groaned and we could hear his loud footsteps as he left. "Phew," Nathaniel said, then turned back to me. He began to look uncomfortable. "S-Sorry about that," he stammered.

"Uh... It's okay?" Suddenly the moment was becoming very awkward. We became silent, but it wasn't the same, romantic silence that we had experience just seconds before. That spark that had caused me to press my mouth against Nathaniel's was gone. The magic in that brief moment had disappeared without a trace. Hastily I pulled out my phone and checked the time. "Damn, it's getting late, I should probably go home."

"Oh, uh, okay. Are you sure you're going to be alright?"

I nodded and opened the door, making sure no one was watching before striding out with Nathaniel behind me. He followed me out the front door and I looked back it him. He looked down and his lips were pursed as if he was looking for something to say. He finally settled with a "See you later," and I returned the farewell and got in my car.

Through the city streets I went. Lost in my own thoughts, my mind shifted between Sarah, school, David, and above all, Nathaniel.

I was still in love with Sarah, I knew that. She was not only the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, but she also had a beautiful personality. She was sweet, fun-loving, smart, witty, and respectable. We really hit it off sophomore year, and I had dreams of a future with her that went beyond college. Hell, I thought that maybe we could have gotten married. But two weeks ago we broke up. It all started when I decided to come out to her. She was a little uneasy at first. She had no idea how to deal with something like this, something that I had keep hidden from her in our 6-month relationship. Even though Sarah was the coolest girl I had ever known, she didn't really have much experience dealing with homosexuals, let alone going out with a bisexual. Couple that with the fact that we were living in the southern part of the United States, where homophobia leaked into our environment throughout our entire life, I expected her to be uncomfortable with this. But knowing her, she would have been able to overcome these prejudices if she had truly loved me.

She would have. But then came the rumors. The timing was terrible, for they arose right after I had come out to her. Someone, I don't know who, had spread a false account of my cheating on Sarah. I don't even know how something with no evidence to back it up managed to get around and spread like wildfire, but Sarah definitely didn't take it well. She had always had issues trusting people, and even considering the possibility that I would cheat on her would shatter her. All of it was too much, and after a tear-jerking confrontation our relationship came to an end. I wanted to explain everything to her, but her mind was already set. My heart was broken, but damn it, I still loved her.

So then what was that whole thing that just happened with Nathaniel? I didn't even know why it happened. Even though Nathaniel was a pretty attractive guy, I had never looked at him that way. He was a friend, and nothing more. Was it the alcohol? Was I being desperate? But no. Deep down I felt that it was more than some random hookup. That feeling, that intense sensation of being swept over. What did it mean?

It was then that I became aware of what was around me. I didn't recognize the place at all. I cursed to myself for getting myself lost. Judging by the run-down looks of the area, I was definitely in the ghetto. Great.

A rolled to a stop at a red light. I looked out my window and saw that there was a man wearing a gray hoodie walking towards me. No one else was in the streets. As he came up to my window I got a good look at his face. He was a caucasian man, possibly in his mid 20's, with an unshaven, ungroomed look about him. Probably a homeless man asking for money, or so I thought. I didn't even consider the dangers of being this place. And so, as he knocked on my window I made the greatest mistake of my life.

The moment the glass went down he pulled out a pistol and pointed it right at my face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growled.

"Please, I don't have any money with-" I began but I was silenced by the sound of him pulling back the hammer.

"I think you're gonna be my bitch. You like that? You want to be a hero? You actually think this shit is real?" the man babbled. He wasn't making any sense! And as he glanced at his face I saw that his eyes were bloodshot. Shit, this guy was a druggie.

I was silent. I felt like anything that I said would only anger this guy. Through my peripheral vision I saw that the traffic light had turned green. The alcohol seemed to wash away as my mind got geared towards my own survival. I could floor the gas and try to get away, but a hundred doubts filled my head immediately. The sound of the car would only trigger the man's reflex, which would be too fast for me to be able to zoom away, especially at point blank range.

"Are you going to answer me, chicken-shit?" the man growled.

I gulped. "What do you want from me... I swear I will give it to you if I-"

"Shut up! I am tired of your shit. Fuck, do you think you're God or something? You fucking make me sick. Say your fucking prayers, bitch because-"

I slammed the gas pedal. I heard the sound of the gun firing.

You know that period between falling asleep and entering a dream? That's what it was like. I felt nothing. I saw darkness. My senses were dulled, and there was nothing to taste, touch, see, smell, or hear. I was literally in this void of nothingness.

I didn't really think much of it. I was tired. I tried to think of a lot of things, but even that was hard. All I wanted to do was rest. Time passed, but I don't know for how long. It could have been a few seconds. It could have been eternity.

I managed to remember a few things. I recalled memories of Sarah. Of how I was in love with her, and then the subsequent breakup. And then there was Nathaniel.

There was a tug. Suddenly, my thoughts got more rapid. Details of my life flashed before my eyes, just random events all over the years. Scenes from my childhood, scenes from high school, memories of camp and conversations I've had with my friends and the laughs and the tears I've shared. The tugging was getting stronger, and I felt that I was being pulled up, up. Higher and higher until BAM. In a flash of light I was standing on green grass with the sky above me and the suns rays shining down on me and the sound of cars passing by.

I looked around and realized by the sea of tombstones that I was in the cemetary in my town. But how did I get here? I closed my eyes and focused. My entire body felt numb, and I still couldn't really feel anything. Scanning my memories I tried to think of the last thing I remembered. The party. Nathaniel. Leaving the party. Meeting the druggie. The gun.

The gun. Shit. A sense of dread swept over me as I put two and two together. Opening my eyes I darted around and looked at the gravestone before me.

And I saw my own name.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening," I muttered out loud. I looked down at myself, wearing the same clothes from the night of the party. Sure, I was still totally visible, but there was no doubt that I wasn't alive anymore. My sense of touch was gone completely. I couldn't even feel the fabric of my clothes against my skin nor the weight of my feet on the ground. I also noticed that my sense of smell and taste were gone too, and I couldn't breathe at all, although I didn't really need to. On the inside I felt empty and weightless.

I was a ghost.

Waiting was an almost painful experience. Benjamin had never been very good at patience, but this time it was worse than ever. At least, or so he told himself, he wasn't a little kid anymore, and he was able to keep from succumbing to cabin fever here in his own home. Just barely, though. A couple of years back, he would have been chewing up his clothes, or at least wearing the carpet thin by running around in circles. Well, maybe not years. He gritted his teeth as he thought about the tattered sleeves of his favourite shirt. And that had just been while waiting for his usual trip to summer soccer camp, three weeks ago.

This was different.

Benjamin had gone camping before, but always with mom and dad, or with the parents of some friend. This time, there would be no grown-ups. He got up from his bed, where he had been sitting while trying to force the clock to tick faster, and paced around his room a couple of times. At one point he paused in front of his mirror, eyeing his reflection carefully. He tried, knowing that it was in vain, to flatten his unruly hair, as pure white as the fur on his body, then sighed as it sprang right back up again. As he always did while staring into the mirror, he felt his tiny little goat horns, wondering if they would ever get bigger. He could barely wait to grow up to be like his dad, whose magnificent curved horns had always been a source of pride for both father and son. Growing tired of his reflection, he resumed his trotting. A giggle escaped his lips as he thought about how much fun he'd have this weekend. True, he and Mark wouldn't be completely alone; nobody in their right mind would let two twelve-year-old boys hike down into the canyon on their own. Benjamin understood that, and even accepted it, albeit slightly grudgingly.

So they would be going with their sisters. Benjamin smiled to himself as he sat back down on the bed. To any of his friends, except Mark, this would have been a disaster beyond all hopes of repair. But the two of them actually got along well with their sisters. It helped that Anna, Mark's sister, and Benjamin's sister Tora were also best friends, which meant that they would often cross paths and had come to know each other pretty well. And like he and Mark, the two girls were the same age. Sixteen to the boys' twelve. Having big sisters like that was great, he mused. Not only did they have lots of fun whenever Tora and Anna were babysitting their brothers, but Benjamin recalled one time about two years ago. A couple of boys in school had been bullying Mark because the mouse boy's small, lithe body made him a ready target. Benjamin had tried to interfere, but since he was also quite small he was easily pushed aside.

The bullies had, however, bit off more than they could chew. Because along came Tora and Anna. To make a long story short the bullies had run home bawling, with black eyes and burst lips and their tails between their legs. The two boys had never been bothered since. In a way it would feel nice to have them along for the camping trip. Benjamin would never admit it, even to himself, but being all alone out there in the wild would have been quite scary. As it was, they had decided to set up their tents at a distance from one another, to allow at least a sense of privacy. To allow skinnydipping in the river, Benjamin thought with a giggle.

The clock on his bedside table seemed to have stopped. Benjamin picked it up and shook it, then held it up to his ear and listened to its agonisingly slow tick-tick-tick. Mark and Anna, and the girls' friend Kessie who would also join their camping trip, were supposed to pick the goat siblings up at nine. Right now it seemed to have been a quarter past seven for at least six hours. Benjamin sighed with frustration and slumped back on top of his bed.

Usually on a summer holiday morning he would sleep in until ten or eleven, but today he had been up since seven, packing and repacking and slowly losing the wrestling match against his impatience. Not really knowing how it had happened, he found the sleeve of his light blue t-shirt in his mouth, and he was chewing it absentmindedly. With an annoying grunt, he spat it out, then got up to resume trotting around the room. He thought about checking his backpack again, but he knew that it already held everything he would need for two nights away from home. Clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, a book, a flashlight and some other stuff he might need, or that might be fun. Instead, he left his bedroom and walked quietly downstairs. His parents had just started their own summer holiday, and he wanted to let them sleep in. And Tora had sternly told him not to wake her up before eight, on pain of death. Well, he mused, maybe not death, but at least a serious tickling or a mock-spanking.

He rummaged through the kitchen as quietly as he could, then went into the living room with a bowl of Other Side grass-flavoured cereal and a big glass of orange juice. There wasn't much to see on TV this early, but he kept it on hoping that it might somehow speed up time. He watched an infomercial for a fur treatment kit; 'wallop in the luxury of a five star resort spa right in your own bathroom, call now!'. To Benjamin it looked like a bottle of regular shampoo and a bar of fur soap, but it cost more than two brand new videogames. He sniffed the freshly scrubbed white fur on his arm, then shook his head. What was wrong with people?

Soon the news came on, and he raised the volume just enough to hear. A strike among workers in a computer factory, a gang-related incident, a new album by some singer he'd never heard of. Nothing to catch his interest, and he kept eating until one of his ears suddenly flicked towards the screen, and he looked up. There were pictures from a space shuttle, and Benjamin put his bowl down. Space had always interested him, and while his friends had mellowed out and were aiming to more realistic goals in life, he still wanted to be an astronaut. He didn't really listen, he just watched as the shuttle docked with the newly re-opened Lunar Orbit Space Station, and felt his wishes come to life again. Some day he would go there, work there, or some place like it. Then the weather came on, and Benjamin's mind floated out into space for a while, until he remembered the camping trip and returned to Earth immediately. He checked his watch again.

Seven thirty-five.

What was wrong with time today?

He grabbed the remote control and flicked through the channels until he found some cartoons, and while he watched them he finished his breakfast. Then he promptly fell asleep.

* * * * * *

Benjamin's dream self was already out in the woods, walking slowly among tall pines and firs, watching the walls of the ravine climb towards the clear blue sky. Somewhere nearby, the river splashed its way down rapids and waterfalls, heading for the faraway sea. He was just crouching down, ready to bite off a mouthful of deliciously green grass when it was all snatched away from him. Someone was shaking his shoulder, and it took an effort of will to open his eyes. When his lids finally slid apart, he found himself staring into Tora's grinning face, just a couple of inches away from his. Her smile widened even more when he mumbled something inaudible, and her light brown eyes sparkled as she let out a giggle.

"Hey, sleepy-head!" she greeted him as she sank down onto the couch next to him, tucking into her own breakfast. "Been up long, Minty?"

"Think I nodded off." He rubbed sleep out of his eyes, too tired to even wince at hearing her pet name for him. "Wha' time is it?"

"Just after eight."

"Been asleep a while, then." Benjamin stretched and yawned, then chuckled as she gave him a brief hug. "We ready to go?"

"I am."

"Me too." He squealed happily, then got to his feet and started pacing the living room. "I can't believe we're really going, it's gonna be so much fun!"

"Yeah," Tora agreed between mouthfuls. "I wanna go fishing, and swim, and grill marshmallows..."

"And play frisbee. And watch the stars."

"And Kessie's gonna bring her badminton set." She fell silent, and they watched each other before cracking up into wide grins and speaking at the same time. "It's gonna be so much fun!"

* * * * * *

At last, time seemed to be working again. The two siblings kept on talking about what fun they would have, and before they knew it there was a soft knock at the door. Benjamin bounced up from the couch and started running around in circles, squealing happily. While Tora went to let their friends in, he dashed upstairs to get his backpack. After one last quick check that he had packed everything he would need, he hurried back down. To his surprise, he found the three girls looking at him with slightly sad faces. It took him a couple of seconds to realise that something, or rather someone, was missing. He walked over to the door and peered out, but no white-and-brown furred mouse boy was in sight.

"Where's Mark?" Benjamin asked in a thin voice. "Are we gonna pick him up later?"

"He's not coming," Anna said softly, placing her hands on Benjamin's shoulders. "He caught the summer flu, and he won't be up on his feet for a week or so."

"Poor thing." Kessie shook her head sadly. She was a skunk girl, with jet black fur all over, except for a white stripe running from her nose over her head, then down her back and her long, bushy tail. "He was really heartbroken."

"C-can we go see him?"

"o, Benji," Anna said. "He's being quarantined. I had the flu while you guys were away at camp, so I'll be fine, but nobody else is allowed in."

Benjamin tried his best to be stoic, but it wasn't easy. This changed everything! The games, the fun, camping almost all alone away from the girls, none of that would happen now. He swallowed the lump in his throat. After all, he was way to big to cry over something like this. Still, one small tear escaped the corner of his eye and rolled down his cheek, and of course the girls saw it. With a shared 'awww', they smothered him with hugs and told him not to worry, that Mark would be fine and that the four of them would have a great time. In the end Benjamin was forced to let out a giggle and a smile, but he still felt sad.

How could this turn into a fun weekend?

* * * * * *

The hike changed his mood before long. It was a beautiful summer morning, with a nice cool breeze that took away the worst of the heat. The path down into the canyon went through a forest made out of mostly pines and firs, which grew more and more dense the deeper in they got. Soon they sky was just flecks of blue that could be seen through the canopy, and it got almost duskily dark in there. To Benjamin it felt like an adventure, even though he was struck by a brief pang of sadness as he thought about Mark missing it all. The girls seemed to have their minds set on keeping him happy, though, and as soon as Tora noticed that he was sulking again she called out his nickname.

"Hey, Minty, look what I've got!"

He looked up, frowning, ready to tell her off for using that name, but changed his mind when he saw the handful of grass she was holding out to him. Mouth watering, he trotted up to her, but just as he was about to take a bite she snatched the morsel away from him. It turned into a chase, with the other two girls cheering them on. The goat siblings were evenly matched when it came to speed, but Tora had a knack for knowing just what tricks Benjamin would use in order to win. And she always remained one step too far away for him to reach. The game ended when they were both panting hard, and Tora decided to let her brother win. She stopped and let him catch her around the waist, and he cheered loudly as he lifted her up. It took all his strength to get her walking shoes off the ground, even though she weighed no more than he did, and after he let her go he sank to the ground, his heart beating rapidly.

"Here, baby bro," Tora said, holding out the grass to him. "You earned it."

"Thanks!"

He opened his mouth and let her feed him, to new rounds of 'awww' from the others. It turned into a lunch break, as Anna and Kessie brought out sandwiches to eat while the goats munched grass. They were in a semi-clearing, and the sunlight trickling down through the tree branches soon made Benjamin feel warm and drowsy. There was no time to go to sleep, though, because soon Anna was pulling them all to their feet and forcing them to march along. Though the mouse girl was smaller even than Benjamin, she made up for it with tenacity. There was no use trying to resist.

During the rest of their hike, Benjamin kept yawning now and then, wishing they could stop soon for a nap or at least a short rest. He knew that they would have to keep walking, though, or they wouldn't have their camp set for the night. So he kept trotting along, knowing better than to whine about it. Sleeping underneath a tree in full daylight was appealing; night falling without a cosy tent to crawl into was not.

After a couple of hours, both Tora and Anna were beginning to drag their feet, but Kessie seemed to have energy left for the four of them. She handed out drinks whenever someone's tongue was lolling out, and she had them singing songs that raised their spirits. And so, by the time they reached their destination, a place where the river made a bend and had created a beautiful sand beach, Benjamin was feeling invigorated. So were the others, apparently, because they raised their tents in record time. Benjamin did not want to sleep away from the girls all on his own, so they decided that he should camp with his sister in his and Mark's tent, while the other girls shared the one that all three had planned to sleep in. A bit away from the two tents, Kessie built a fire and started cooking them supper. They all filled their bellies with hot dogs, grilled corn and marshmallows for afters, then the goat siblings washed dishes while Anna and Kessie rolled out sleeping bags. With everything set for the night, the four of them sat around the fire and talked for a while, but Benjamin's eyelids soon began to feel too heavy to keep open. He excused himself, went down to the river to brush his teeth, then crawled into his and Tora's tent. He had barely even zipped up his sleeping bag before he was gone from the world.

* * * * * *

It was completely dark when Benjamin woke up, and at first he didn't know where he was. Then the typical tent smells made their way from his nose to his brain, and he remembered the hike and setting up camp. His heart, which had started beating faster at that initial outburst of panic, now slowed down to its normal pace as he heard the sound of his sister's rhythmical breathing. Benjamin was just about to go back to sleep when his bladder reminded him why it had awakened him in the first place. Staying as quiet as his emergency allowed, he opened his sleeping bag and then gently eased his way past Tora towards the tent flap. She stirred and muttered something, but didn't wake up.

There was a bit of light outside, coming both from the stars above and from somewhere off to Benjamin's left. The campfire? Had they forgot to put it out? It was one of the first things they taught the boys at soccer camp; never leave a fire unattended. For a second, Benjamin felt anger stir inside him, then something else took over and he dashed for one of the nearest bushes. Almost a whole minute passed while he gave the bush a thorough watering, and he wondered where it all came from. Surely he hadn't drunk that much during the day? In the end his stream abated, though, and he shook off and pulled up his briefs, which were his only sleepwear. He thought about going back to bed, but now he suddenly felt wide awake. Stargazing sprang to mind, before he recalled the still-lit fire.

"Should've saved my pee," he half giggled, half muttered. "Now I gotta get water from the river."

They had brought along a small bucket for just that purpose, but right now Benjamin couldn't recall which tent they had left it in. He closed his eyes and visualised his and Tora's tent, but there was no bucket in it. Maybe he could sneak in and get it before Anna or Kessie woke up, or maybe he should wake them up. After all, they had stayed up after him, so they were responsible for the fire. Any and all thoughts he had about fires or water died instantly when he reached the ring of light from the fire. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks, and all he could do was gape as he sank to his knees and just stared.

* * * * * *

Anna lay on her back, close enough to the fire so that Benjamin could see that she was totally naked. Among the white and brown patterns of her fur, he could clearly make out the small mounds of her breasts, and he even thought he could see a pert nipple on the white one. But his eyes were almost immediately torn from the mouse girl's upper body to down where he would have seen her bared sex, if Kessie hadn't been in the way. The skunk girl lay on her stomach between Anna's legs, face buried in the Anna's crotch. From the rhythmical motions of her head, Benjamin could easily figure out what she was doing. She was...

She was...

She was licking Anna's pussy!

The realisation made Benjamin's mind freeze, and he could not decide what to do. The decent thing would be to sneak away, to pretend that he had never seen what he was now staring at with wide eyes. He had always thought of himself as open-minded, and two girls loving each other shouldn't be such a shock to him. Only, it wasn't so much the sexuality issue that had stunned him so, but more the fact that the girls were right there. Right in front of his eyes! Having sex! Benjamin tried an effort of will to get to his feet, but it was a losing match. Another part of him was in charge now, and judging by the tightness in his briefs it was rising to the occasion. He reached down and ran a finger over the bulge in the white cotton, and shivered with pleasure. If he didn't stop now, he would make a mess of things.

To his luck, the scene in front of him changed, making all thoughts of jacking off vanish like morning dew on a hot day. Anna let out a gasp, then a muffled squeal as she covered her face with her arm. Her body spasmed and her back arched up from the ground. Benjamin had never before thought about how girls came, and now his eager eyes took in every detail. Anna shivered a couple of times more, then sank back to the ground and lay still. Giggling softly, Kessie moved up her friend's body until they could kiss, which they seemed to do with wild abandon. The skunk girl kept touching Anna's breasts, but Benjamin wasn't really looking. He was trying, now that Kessie wasn't blocking his view, to get a glimpse of what was between Anna's legs. Before he could move to get a better view, however, something happened that almost made his heart jump right through his rib cage with fear. A hand landed on his shoulder. He opened his mouth to scream, only to find it covered by another hand.

"Hush, Minty," Tora whispered into his ear, and the worst of his fright melted away. "Don't scare them."

"Don't scare them!?" he hissed back. "What about me? If I hadn't peed already I would've wet myself."

"Sorry, baby bro." She let out a soft giggle, and he joined in, keeping it as quiet as he could. "Have they been at it long?"

"Dunno. I just got here."

"Do you wanna keep watching, or should we join in?"

"What!?" Benjamin spun around to look at his sister. Had she gone mad? But all he could see was her usual friendly smile, and as she returned his gaze she licked her lips in a way that a more experienced boy would have called seductive. "Have you lost your head?"

"No, they won't mind. C'mon!"

"No, wait...!"

Benjamin watched, horror-struck, as his sister walked around him and into the light from the fire. She said something to the two naked girls, and they sat up to return the greeting. His ears were filled with the rapid beating of his own heart, and he couldn't hear what they were saying. Part of him wanted to run away, possibly screaming at the top of his voice, but fear kept him immobile. Not even when Tora waved for him to join them did he move, and in the end she had to come back and pull him towards the fire.

She took a seat, and he slumped down next to her, trying desperately to look anywhere but at the two naked girls in front of him. Girls who, he noticed as he failed to keep his eyes averted, did nothing to hide their nudity. He hadn't seen much of Kessie before, but now he could clearly see her big, round breasts. She was sitting cross-legged, however, so even when he glanced downwards he could see nothing more. Anna had laid down on her back again, and Benjamin could see a darker patch of fur below her navel. Her pubic fur, he realised as his cheeks burned so hot they were probably outblazing the fire. The girls kept talking as if nothing weird was going on, but he couldn't make out their words. Then they all fell silent, and when he looked up they were all staring at him.

"Huh?"

"Are you asleep, Benji?" Kessie giggled at his dumbfounded response. "I was asking if you enjoyed the show?"

"Yeah!" he started, but changed his mind as he started blushing again. "I mean... you know... I mean... I didn't... didn't see much..."

"Liar," Tora said, smirking. "The view from back there was excellent. We could see just about everything."

"Really?" Anna laughed, then spread her legs ever so slightly. "Everything?"

"Uhm... well, not really. I wasn't really..."

"Liar," Tora said again, leaning over to hug him, to show that she didn't really mean it. "No 'wasn't really', he 'really was'."

"Don't be so upset, Benji," Kessie said, reaching out to touch his leg. He jumped, but still let her touch him. "There, that's better. We always do this when we're out camping."

"A-always?"

"Well, for the last few years, at least. Tora's usually in on it, too."

"She is?" Benjamin's eyes widened as he turned to look at his sister. She didn't meet his eyes, and she blushed slightly. "You are?"

"Yeah. I was gonna join them, but I fell asleep. Then I woke up when you went outside to pee."

"The question is," Anna said, sitting up, "what do we do now? We said we'd wait until next time."

"Next time what?" Benjamin asked. "Wait for what?"

"We had this idea..." Kessie said, looking from Tora to Anna, then back at Benjamin. "We had this idea to see if you and Mark wanted to have some sexy fun, too. But then Mark got sick, and we thought we'd wait."

"Only you two decided you couldn't wait!" Tora scolded, and the other two girls tried their best to act ashamed, even though Benjamin could see their mischievous grins clearly. "So now you know, Minty. And now you know the question; what now?"

"I don't understand..."

"Why do you call him Minty, Tora?" Kessie asked. "I never knew."

"Well..." Tora started, ignoring Benjamin shaking his head. "You see, when he was really little, and learning to talk, he kept saying Benjaminty instead of Benjamin. I thought it was so cute I started calling him Minty, and it stuck."

"Did not!" Benjamin pouted. "You made it stick."

"Aww, don't be mad, Benji," Anna said. "I think it's cute."

To his dismay, Benjamin now found himself in the centre of a four-way hug, and he was getting close to panic when he realised that two of the girls hugging him were still naked. And Tora was only dressed in a thin nightgown. The overload of his mind made him all but forget what had just happened, and what had just been said. So when Kessie repeated the question 'what now?', he just stared at her, bewildered. The skunk girl smiled at him and shook her head.

"Get back to reality, you doofus! We wanna know what's gonna happen now. Are you gonna join in right away, do you want to wait for Mark, or don't you want it at all?"

"Want what?"

"Sex, Minty," Tora whispered into his ear, and he felt his cheeks burn again. "But if it's too much for you..."

"No!" he suddenly cried out and turned to face his sister. "No, it's okay, it's just... I mean... so sudden. Why now?"

"We've been planning it for weeks," Anna said, but Benjamin was so caught up in Tora's beautiful light brown eyes that he barely heard her. "But we had really counted on Mark being here, too. Especially Kessie, she really wanted to see the two of you go at it."

"I... she... what?"

"Anna says she's pretty sure Mark has a crush on you, Minty," Tora said, not leaving his eyes for even a second, keeping him mesmerised. "And I've got a hunch that you've got one for him, too. And Kessie's just a perv, she loves to watch guys make out."

"Am not."

"Yes, you are," Anna chimed in. "You're such a perv!"

"Am not!"

"Me and... Mark?"

The thought struck Benjamin like a bolt of lightning. He had still not fully grasped the fact that the girls were inviting him for sex, and now they were talking about him and Mark? Doing sexy stuff? True, he had always loved Mark, but that was the kind of love he'd have for a brother. Right? Or...? What had Tora seen in him that he himself had failed to notice? In the end the confusion got to him so bad that he had to lie down. Tora let him rest his head in her lap, then laid her arms around his shoulders, giving him the stability he needed right then. The other two girls watched the goat siblings quietly.

"Don't think too much, Minty. Just... just let yourself feel. What do you feel?"

"A-about Mark?" He could feel more than see that she nodded. "I... I don't know. I mean... I love him, but..."

"What do you think about being sexy with him?"

"Kinda... confused. I guess..."

"Yes?"

"I guess I wouldn't mind." He felt himself blush again. This was turning into a bad habit. "If he really wanted to, I mean."

"He does," Anna said softly. "I know he does. I'm sure he'd love to kiss you."

"And I'd love to see that."

"Shut up, Kessie, you perv!"

"I think..." Benjamin said, but he was forced to swallow the lump of fear in his throat before he could go on. "I think I'd like to kiss him."

"Yes!"

"Perv!"

"Am not!" Kessie aimed a lazy kick at Anna, who nimbly dodged it. Then she turned to Benjamin, and her eyes were so filled with lust that it almost scared him. "What about us, Benji?"

"Huh?"

"Do you wanna do sexy stuff with us? Or are you a boy's boy through and through?"

"I... I don't know. I never thought about it much, I guess. But I like girls."

"And Mark."

"Yeah," he replied to his sister's whisper, leaning back against her. "I think I like both."

"Good for you. Bi is better." Kessie leaned in and kissed his nose, so suddenly he had no time to react, and all he did was giggle. "You're so cute. So, how's it gonna be?"

"Okay," Benjamin whispered hoarsely. "If you guys want to, I do too."

"Yay!"

This time it was Anna who exclaimed, and just like Kessie she stole a quick kiss before Benjamin could react. He grinned sheepishly at the two naked girls, then he felt something he hadn't expected. Tora leaned over his head and kissed his forehead. It was nothing unusual; they had often shared hugs and little pecks on the cheek. But this time it was different. Her kiss lingered a little too long to be casual, and the way she blushed and smiled made him realise that there was more going on here than he had thought.

There was no time to ponder this, though, because the next second Anna and Kessie pulled him too his feet and started grabbing for his briefs. At first he fought back, shrieking and giggling as they tried to undress him, but then he remembered what they were about to do, so he finally let Anna snatch away his only garment. All three girls gasped and ooh'ed at his nudity, reactions he found both embarrassing and exaggerated. After all, he wasn't very special down there. Just a slim four-inch penis, pointing towards the night sky due to all the excitement. He knew from gym showers in school that several of the boys in his class were bigger than him. Yet, they seemed to like it, and he felt it throb with a mixture of pride and excitement. Kessie reached out with a finger to rub across the tip of his foreskin, making him shudder with delight, but Anna stopped her from going further.

"I think someone else deserves first honours, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" Kessie asked irritably, but then she followed Anna's gaze and fell silent. "Oh."

Benjamin turned around slowly and found himself facing his sister. Tora was smiling warmly at him, but she didn't meet his gaze. Instead, her eyes were on his crotch. The two of them had seen each other naked before, neither being very shy, but as far as Benjamin knew this was the first time she had seen him hard. He quelled an impulse to cover himself up. If she wanted to look, it was okay. The stalemate was broken after a minute or so, when Anna walked up behind Tora and untied her gown. Benjamin couldn't keep back a gasp as it fell away, revealing her naked body for him to see. She wasn't even wearing panties! His eyes roamed over her slim body, not much taller than he, over her small, round breasts and down to her patch of light brown pubic fur. The only thing deviating from her all-white colour. Well, that and her pert pink nipples, which were standing out proudly from her thin chest fur. He had seen it all before, but this was the first time he had really looked. As another minute ticked by, he felt his excitement reach boiling point. If nothing happened soon, he just might faint. This time it was Kessie who broke the ice, by pushing him in the back.

"This is taking way too long. Get on with it, guys."

Benjamin stumbled forwards, right into his sister's arms. For a second he froze there, but then he slipped a shivering hand behind her back and hugged her to him. This also broke the spell on Tora, because she now pressed herself against him, nuzzling him before kissing his cheek. He returned the gesture, holding her tight. It was an amazing sensation. He could feel her nipples poke his chest, could feel the roundness of her breasts against him. And to top things up, her coarse pubic fur rubbed his erection in a way that made him see stars, even though he wasn't looking up at the night sky. Ever so slowly, their lips moved closer and closer, until they finally touched. It was by far the greatest feeling of his life thus far, and he felt his love for his sister deepen even further. Benjamin's lips parted slightly to let a soft moan escape, and Tora used that moment to slide her tongue into his mouth. When it touched his own, it sent a surge of electricity through his entire body, culminating in his twitching cock. With a shudder and a groan, he came, squirting his few drops of seed onto her belly.

Anna and Kessie cheered loudly, but Benjamin barely heard them. His knees gave way, and he slid out of Tora's arms and sank to the ground. She followed him immediately, holding him as he returned, panting madly, from his visit into orbit. It wasn't his first orgasm, but it was the first one that had ever been induced by something other than his right hand, and the feeling was magical. He shivered a couple of times, then giggled nervously as he was finally able to return Tora's caresses. But before they could kiss again, she was pulled away from him by the other girls. Benjamin looked up, and for a moment he felt certain that he had died and gone to some afterlife paradise, as all he could see in the light from the slowly dying fire was three beautiful, naked girls.

"You should return the favour," Kessie said, smiling down at him. "Tora didn't come."

As if on cue, she and Anna hooked Tora's legs with their own and pulled them slightly apart. Benjamin gasped out loud as he, from his low angle, got a perfect view of what was between his sister's legs. He could clearly see her pink, wet slit, and the tiny nub in front which must be her clitoris. Things that, up until now, he had only seen in black-and-white drawings in his biology textbook. Here was the real thing, and he knew what they all wanted him to do. Even Tora, who was smiling shyly at his unspoken question as their eyes met. Slowly, he inched his way in between her legs, spreading them a little bit further with his hands. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait any longer. He had to taste her.

Closing his eyes, he stretched his neck up until his forehead bumped into her stomach, then he reached out with his tongue. And found his goal. A shiver went through Tora's body, and she grabbed his tiny horns with her hands as he started licking. It tasted even better than he had hoped. Her juices has a flavour that he couldn't really describe; just as he thought they tasted salty, there was a sweetness to them, followed by a slightly tangy acidity. He gave up trying to think, and instead enjoyed what was going on.

Tora kept on shuddering and gasping as he licked up and down her slit, until he found her clitoris. With his tongue, he pushed its hood back, then closed his lips around it and suckled. He had no idea what he was doing, but it seemed right, and it would have made her fall over if the other girls hadn't held her up. Instead, she moaned out loud as he moved his lips, then parted them and gave the nub a lick. Soon he had a good rhythm going of sucking and licking, and he could hear his name among her moans, over and over again like a mantra. Then he opened his eyes for the first time since he had started going down on her - wasn't that what they called it? - and to his surprise he saw Anna's face just a few inches away from his own.

He blushed slightly as he realised that she was licking up his semen from Tora's belly fur. His first thought was that it was gross, but then he realised what he was doing at that very moment, and his idea of gross shifted. For a second, he found himself wondering what it tasted like, then the thought changed into wondering what Mark's would taste like. An impatient grunt from Tora brought him back to the present, and he went back to licking her. Then a new idea struck him, as he watched one of Kessie's hands rub his sister's breast. He reached out and found the other one, marvelling at its softness as he gently caressed it. The nipple fit well in his palm, and he quickly discovered that pressing against it brought fresh moans from Tora, who seemed lost for this world. With his free hand, he went to explore her slit, rubbing against the soft folds of her pussy, pushing one finger in to the first knuckle. The warmth, the wetness felt really nice, and he hoped, hoped, hoped that she would let him slide something else in there. Something that was pressed against his stomach right now, harder than ever despite his recent orgasm. His actions got a nice reaction from his sister. She immediately tightened her grip on his horns, and pressed herself against his muzzle. He lost contact with her clitoris, but instead ran his tongue back and forth over her pussy, getting more of that wonderful taste in his mouth. Then he found her button again, and started flicking it with his tongue. At the same time, he pinched her nipple lightly with his fingers, and that was what settled it.

She cried out, a wordless yell that echoed around the walls of the canyon, rubbing her crotch against his face while all but drenching him in her juices. He gladly took some into his mouth and tasted it, then let the rest run down his chest. The whole thing made him giggle; none of his biology books ever mentioned girls making such a mess. Apparently, it hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Wow, I've never seen her this wet," Anna said in a hushed tone, while she tousled Benjamin's hair. "You're a natural, kid."

"I wanna try him next," Kessie hurried to interject. "Dibs!"

"Not yet," Benjamin said as he freed himself from Tora's slackened grip. She was panting heavily. "Sis? Are you okay?"

Her only response was to get down on her knees, then throw herself around his neck. Benjamin barely had time to open his lips before she pressed hers against them, kissing him deeply. It was even more intense than the first one, and he had to will himself to stay calm, to not explode again. Tora reached in between his legs and took hold of his cock, stroking it gently, and he felt the edge of his peak draw near. As if from a distance, he heard Anna and Kessie move away from them, Kessie muttering something about 'not getting any from that tap tonight'. He would have laughed, if he hadn't been so close to coming.

Just then, Tora shifted her grip so that she pulled his foreskin all the way back and started rubbing the exposed pink tip. Benjamin felt that rush of electricity again as he reached his second climax in just a few minutes, and he moaned into their kiss as he came. This time he didn't vanish from the face of the world as he had before, when it took him by surprise. Instead he enjoyed the feeling of being held by Tora as he groaned and panted his way through the orgasm. He could feel her move, and he could smell something new yet familiar as she held her hand up to her face. He leaned back and watched her lick his semen off her fingers, for the first time in his life wondering what it tasted like.

Once Tora's hand was relatively clean, the two siblings sank down to lie side-by-side, holding each other close as they talked in whispering voices about their experience. Tora admitted that she had been having these kinds of feelings for her brother for some time now, but that there had never been a right moment to bring it up. And after Anna had confessed to lusting after her own brother, they had come up with this plan. Kessie had come along because of their lifelong friendship, and recent erotic adventures together. There was just no way something like this could be kept a secret to the skunk girl. In turn, Benjamin confessed that he had never really had any sexy feelings at all. He had masturbated for some time, but only because it felt good, and with no real sexual fantasies. This made Tora worry that they had pushed him into something he wasn't ready for, but he silenced her with a kiss. A kiss that deepened, while they could hear the moans and cries from the other two girls, having fun on their own.

When they broke the kiss, Benjamin tried in vain to find the words he wanted, needed, to say. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but then it was as if no words were needed. Tora just smiled and nodded, then pushed him down so he lay on his back. At first he thought she had misunderstood his wishes, but then he realised what she wanted to do, and he felt his cock rise to the occasion once more. Tora straddled him, rubbing her sex against his so that he quickly returned to full erection. But as she was about to lower herself onto him, he stopped her.

"Wait, Tora, I don't..." He swallowed, desperate to find his voice before it was too late. "I should have a... you know... a condom."

"No worry, Benji," Anna said, looking up from Kessie's crotch with her muzzle all wet. "She's on the pill."

"We all are," Kessie added, winking to Benjamin in a way that made him blush. "Just so you know."

"We did plan ahead, honey," Tora whispered. She leaned down to give him a brief kiss, then she returned to what she had been doing. "Just relax, and enjoy it."

Benjamin's only reply was a loud groan, almost a growl, as he felt the tip of his cock touch her warmth. They stared into each other's eyes as Tora slid lower, but then something happened that made him gasp with fear. Suddenly, his sister's face twisted as if in pain, and he felt an increased pressure on his tip. Then the pressure vanished and he slid all the way in, while Tora cried out, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Are you all right?" he whispered, reaching up to caress her cheek, hoping to comfort her, to make right whatever was wrong. "Tora, please... please be okay."

"I'm fine," she whispered back, her voice slightly unsteady. "Just hold still for a little while. It was my first time, and it hurt a little bit."

"Your... first?"

"My first with a boy." She smiled at him warmly, then nodded towards the other girls, who had resumed their own action. "Those two sluts stick everything they can get their hands on up their holes, but I wanted to save it."

"For me?"

"Yes, Minty. For you."

Benjamin didn't really understand the significance of all this, but the thought of Tora saving her first time for him triggered his emotions big time, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying. Instead he pulled her down to him so that they could kiss again. In the middle of their tongue duel, she started moving. At first round and round in little circles, then slowly up and down on his shaft. She was so wet, so warm, so tight that he was seeing stars, and all he could do was to lie back and give up all control. He let her lead him in both the kiss and the love-making, and his only conscious thought was that if he died right then and there, he wouldn't mind. Because he was happier than ever before in his life.

Then Tora picked up her pace, breaking the kiss and sitting straight up on top of him. She ran her fingers through his chest fur, pausing now and then to play with his nipples, sending a new kind of shivers through his body. All he could do was to turn his head left and right, while whimpering with pleasure. Soon Tora stopped going up and down, and returned to making those small circles while he was at his deepest. Benjamin understood what she was doing, as he felt the little nub that was her clitoris brush against the white belly fur that would one day grow the longer and darker hairs of his pubic fur. To help her out, he grabbed her hips loosely, then began making little pushes up against her. This brought out a grunting moan, but he wasn't sure which one of them had made it. Their pace quickened, and Benjamin knew that he was getting closer to the point of never, ever returning.

But Tora beat him there. She pressed herself down on top of him, hugging him so hard he could barely breath, while her entire body began shivering. Only their hips moved against each other, while she cried out her joy, her voice muffled because she had bitten him in the shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for a sting of pain. Curiously enough, or so Benjamin would have thought if his brain had still been his own, this was what set him off. He pushed himself upwards, inwards, trying to get as deep as possible, while he let go of his biggest load yet. He could feel at least five jets of sperm leave the tip of his straining cock, into his beloved sister. It was such a strong orgasm that he actually lost his voice as he was about to yell out Tora's name, and all he could manage was a high-pitched squeal. Then he sank back to the ground, totally spent, every muscle in his body limp, just as his penis which now slid out of Tora, bringing with it a flow of wetness to his already soaked crotch. He fell asleep feeling nothing but his sister's lips as she repeatedly kissed his face.

He woke up again what couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes later, when someone picked him up from the ground. His eyelids fluttered open, and he saw Kessie's friendly smile and large blue eyes as she held him. Without saying anything, the skunk girl carried him down to the river and walked right into it. Benjamin shuddered at the contact with the chilly water, but soon he realised just how much he needed it, overheated as he was. During the next quarter of an hour, he allowed himself to get thoroughly washed by Kessie, who didn't miss and inch of his body. Especially not four of his inches, which came back to rigidity as she washed underneath his foreskin.

"I can't believe there's still life left in it," he said chuckling as she tickled his tip. "By all rights it should be comatose."

"I almost thought you were, Benji," Kessie purred, nuzzling his cheek. "You wouldn't wake up no matter how much we shook you."

"Well, I'm up now."

"So I see." She got down on her knees and kissed his exposed tip, making him shudder. "May I?"

"Okay, but I don't think I can do anything else." He yawned. "I'm getting really sleepy. Where's Tora?"

"Anna's washing her. You guys really made a mess of each other."

"I know," Benjamin giggled. "But it was fun."

"I'm glad you think so. Because both Anna and I want our go before we head home."

"I'm gonna die."

"Of course not," she laughed. "You're a healthy lad, you'll manage. Now shut up and let me suck you."

* * * * * *

The sun was high in the sky when Benjamin woke up the next day. Tora was still asleep next to him, and he smiled warmly at the sight of her. After a yawn and a stretch, he leaned over and kissed her cheek, making her nose twitch. Still smiling to himself, Benjamin sat for a while and just watched his sister. It hadn't really occurred to him before just how beautiful she was. True, he had always thought she was pretty, but last night made him see her in a new light. She was adorably cute when she slept, taking quick shallow breaths with little snores now and then. They looked a lot alike, but their faces, he realised now, were quite different. Hers still had a roundness to the cheeks that he had lost with the last of his baby fat, and her muzzle was thinner. Prettier, he thought. He kissed her again, this time on the lips, and she opened her eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, his heart suddenly beating faster as she grinned at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic."

She yawned, and as she stretched her arms above her head Benjamin realised that she was still naked. So was he, now that he thought about it. After he had come for the fourth time last night, into Kessie's hungry mouth, he had more or less fainted, and the girls must have tucked him in. One thought made him giggle, and Tora raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"I just thought, I hope you guys didn't do anything else with me after I passed out last night."

"Why's that? We could've had lots of fun."

"Yeah, but I'd hate to miss it."

"I'm sure you would." They both laughed. "Honestly, though, I can't remember. Anna made me come while she washed me, and after that everything is kinda blurry. I just made it to the tent, then I fell asleep."

"I had fun last night," Benjamin said, scuffling closer so that he could give his sister a hug. "I loved every second of it, I really did."

"That makes me so happy," Tora said, leaning into the hug and almost purring with delight. "Does that mean we can do it again?"

"Anytime," he giggled. "But Kessie said I gotta do it with her and Anna as well."

"Honey, you don't have to do anything you don't want. Though I bet they'd like it."

"I wanna do it with them. Though..."

"Though, what?"

"It'll be fun, but..." He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. "It won't be with the same love."

"Aww, you little charmer!" Tora threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. The kiss was brief, though, as they both pushed the other away and made gagging sounds. "Yuck! Morning breath!"

The two of them hurried to get dressed, as the call of nature began to make itself heard. Tora suggested that they should put on underwear and nothing else, which Benjamin agreed to. He had a feeling that he wouldn't need much clothes during this weekend. But when she insisted that they should wear each other's garments, he began to fidget. In the end it was only his full bladder that made him relent, and he blushed furiously while he slipped on a pair of pink lace panties. Tora threw on his white briefs, and then they dashed for the nearest bush.

It was a regular Saturday night. Four high school girls, all seniors and members of the cheerleading squad were staying the night at one of the girl's house while her parents were away for the weekend. They had a fun time watching movies and were ready to get to sleep, the four of them lying on mattresses on the floor of the host girl's bedroom. As they fell asleep something moved inside the bedroom closet. Tentacles that were green, completely smooth with a soft nub at the end. Several of these tentacles slowly and silently crept out of the closet and slithered toward the unsuspecting girls. All four of the sweet, babes were sleeping in nothing but a nightshirt and a pair of panties. As soon as all the tentacles were near the girls they suddenly leapt onto them; ripping off their panties and slipping under their shirts. Some of the tentacles forced their way into the cheerleaders' tight, supple pussies and assholes while others groped their firm tits. The girls were all shocked awake at the sudden violation and the room was filled with the sound of their frightened squeals.

Meanwhile at the Paranormal Lewd and Sexual Misconduct Department, or P.L.A.S.M.D. (pronounced "plasmed" like a verb) for short, the alarm for an incident in progress was going off. At this time of night on a weekend there was only one field agent at headquarters; Matt Boothe. Matt was a veteran of the Department, he had been helping them deal with paranormal sex incidents for over ten years. He was in his mid-thirties, a gorgeous man with short, dark hair, heavy stubble and icy blue eyes. Matt was in great shape; his muscles were nicely defined, strong pecs, broad shoulders, sinewy arms and cut abs, with a fair dusting of hair on his chest. He was about to head to bed himself and he walked into the surveillance room wearing an undershirt and boxers. Josh was sitting at the control panel. Josh was a hot, young stud in his 20s; young, dumb and full of cum as the saying goes. He was in training to be a field agent but was stuck with monitor duty for the moment. Using their state-of-the-art technology coupled with magical resources allowed P.L.A.S.M.D.'s satellites to detect any paranormal incident in North America and monitor it, recording audio and video of the situation with magically-enhanced cameras capable of seeing and hearing through solid materials and broadcasting it back to headquarters.

The scene in the cheerleader's bedroom appeared on the large main monitor which spanned almost the entire wall of the room; the four girls were still being harassed and penetrated by the tentacles.

"Ohhh damn! Look at that!" Josh exclaimed as he took in the sight of the four babes getting tentacle-fucked.

The monitor split into six different images showing the scene from different viewpoints. One image zoomed-in and showed the girls' vaginas and anuses being stretched by the relentless tentacles.

"Fuck! Look at dem holes gettin' *stretched! *These girls must've been virgins!" Josh shouted in excitement as he watched gleefully. He could be the personification of the clichéd, chauvinistic jock at times and the sight before him was a real treat for his libido.

"Is the teleporter ready to go?" Matt asked with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yep, locked on to the coordinates and standing by." Josh answered.

"Good, I'm goin' in." Matt replied before he stepped onto the teleportation pad and was ported over to the girl's bedroom.

Matt was suddenly in the room with the girls, the tentacles wrapped around them and plundering their poon.

"They came out of nowhere!" One of the girls cried out.

Matt rushed over to the closet and opened the door wide, inside was the base of the tentacle monster. As Matt reached for it, it grew out two more tentacles that groped at him; tearing open his shirt. He grabbed the creature's base and lifted it up off the floor. He squeezed it; compressing its body so it wouldn't be able to keep its tentacles outstretched. The creature gave in and retracted away from the girls.

"Port it to the bio-lab now!" Matt shouted as he threw the creature back down onto the floor. It was suddenly enveloped in light as it was teleported to P.L.A.S.M.D.'s biological analysis lab. Matt turned toward the high school cheerleaders. His shirt now torn-open, Matt was standing there with his chest on display.

The girls did nothing to cover their privates, now glistening with their own vaginal fluid. Exposure to paranormal organisms or substances causes acute sexual arousal in normal humans; this condition is often referred to as being "plasmed". The cheerleaders grinned at Matt with obvious lust.

"So mister..." One of them spoke-up. "Can you help us get off?"

Matt grinned back at them.

At headquarters Josh was still watching what was going on in the bedroom.

"Aww shit yeah! Now *that's *what I'm talkin' bout!" He bellowed as colleague began servicing the girls.

Matt was lying on his back with his boxers now around his ankles. One of the girls was sitting on his face, his tongue buried in her puss, another was sitting on his crotch with Matt's 8'' cock buried in her, she was thrusting up and down on him, the other two were sitting on either side of him while he fingered both of them with four fingers and rubbed their clits with his thumbs. Having wild sex like this was just a part of the job and Matt knew what to do to give these girls what they needed.

Josh had whipped out his own uncut, 8'' prick, stroking himself as he watched the babes ride Matt's various appendages.

The girls were moaning and feeling their own tits as Matt pleasured them. Eventually the sound of their shared ecstasy reached a crescendo as they reached orgasm. Their pussies squirted, something that had never happened to any of them before, coating Matt's face, crotch and hands with their sweet, young juice. They fell back from him; collapsing in bliss as their bodies recovered from intense orgasm.

Matt stood up, pulled up his boxers and grabbed what was left of his shirt.

"I'm ready Josh, port me back." He said before disappearing from the room in a flash of light.

Matt reappeared back at headquarters, still naked and holding his remaining clothes.

"How were dem pussies, bro?" Josh asked with a smirk. He was sitting there with his shirt off; his muscular, younger body exposed. His pecs were coated with hair that was now sticky from Josh's cumshot splashing all over his chest. He ate some of his own spunk. "Looked fuckin' tasty, man."

Matt licked some of the teenage pussy juice from his lips. "Sure was, maybe you'll get some like action like that if you ever become a field agent."

Josh laughed good-naturedly. "Ohh so that's how it is, huh old man?" He joked.

"That's how it is, kid." Matt joked back, smiling.

Josh watched Matt's firm buttocks flex as he walked off. Josh was bi, a self-described "50/50 bi guy", he was equally attracted to both babes and studs and he pursued both men and women with an equally pig-headed macho attitude.

Matt returned to his room. All P.L.A.S.M.D. agents had their own private quarters with a bedroom and bathroom. Matt wasted not time getting to sleep while Josh finished the rest of his shift on monitor duty. The next morning Matt got up, used the bathroom and showered. He wasn't on duty today so he dressed casually in a gray t-shirt and jeans. As he stepped out his door he immediately noticed the sound of a woman panting. He walked across the hall from his room to his neighbor's door and opened it, knowing his neighbor and fellow field agent Sarah Layne wouldn't mind.

Sarah was sitting on her bed, completely nude; one hand gripping one of her beautiful breast implants and the other vigorously rubbing her smooth pussy. In front of her, sitting on her bed was her laptop, playing one of her favourite gay porn videos.

Matt walked up to her bed and glanced at her computer; it showed three men with sculpted bodies like marble statues, the older of these men was on his knees wearing a jockstrap that perfectly framed his ass while he was sucking and jerking the other two's engorged pricks. "This one again Sarah, how many times have you seen this one now?" He asked looking at her.

"It's a classic." She replied, smiling at him. Sarah was a stunning woman; 30 years old she had worked at the department for over five years, long enough for her and Matt to get quite familiar with each although they had never become anything more than good friends and frequent fuckbuddies. "Wanna' get me off?" She asked casually.

In response Matt dropped to his knees and stuck his face in her crotch.

She ran her fingers through his hair as she felt his stubble tickle her soft flesh. She moaned as he swirled his tongue against her in the way he knew got her hot. She closed her eyes and ran her other hand through her shoulder-length blonde hair as he ate her out just right. "Fuck yes Matt, ohhh yeah." She breathed out slowly as he got her close. "Ohhhh Matt!" She cried out as he brought her over the edge and she coated his face with another glaze of female ejaculate.

Matt brought his head back up and they kissed, she savoured the taste of her own pleasure on his mouth.

"You sure you don't want that taken care of?" Sarah asked nodding at the bulge in Matt's jeans.

"Maybe later, I gotta' get down to the bio-lab." Matt answered looking at Sarah as she lay on her bed, still nude.

"Ohh yeah, when I got back to HQ this morning I heard you got lucky with some cheerleaders last night." Sarah responded with a smirk.

"Yeah well you know; perks of this job. I'll see ya' later." Matt replied before leaving. He headed towards the biological analysis lab and found Josh on the way there.

Tuukka waited at the edge of the cloisters. He had only been at capital for a few days, and it was all still exciting. He had been serving with the border jaegers for the last couple of years. Securing the kingdoms borders to the east. Often for weeks he and his men had been on patrol.

Then he had been called to the capital, apparently for receiving a medal for his work in the border skirmishes. For him being from the rural region the capital was still a bewildering place.

"There you are, our hero from the Eastern Border." It was Lumi, a slightly older protocol officer at the Queen's estate. Tuukka never liked what the media had made out of him for saving the Queen's cousin from the mongrels of the wastelands.

"Our queen's secretary said that we should go in. She is eager that you miss nothing of the proceedings, things are taking a little longer than she expected but she will be along soon."

"Yes." Tuukka said, uncertain what to do next.

For the day of the medal giving he had been dressed in his finest uniform. There was not a single stain or imperfection on it, the fabric clung tight to his well developed body. All the medals and insignia shone freshly polished like his spit shined shoes. His hair was shining, his chin smooth and well shaved like that of a recruit.

"Come on, we will go through the gardens." Lumi suggested. "They are one of the marvels of the palace. Have you been to the palace before?"

"No." Tuukka replied and followed her through the formal garden, then they passed into an area of higher hedges and small alcoves with plush sofas under little awnings. They came across a junction where different paths met. There were alcoves on marble plinths around it. One held a Crimson guard.

"Look, a Palace Guard." Lumi said, pulling Tuukka to a halt in front of the alcove.

Tuukka looked at the soldier, he seemed exotic and powerful, as he was dressed in a skin-tight glossy crimson catsuit, and thigh length boots, wearing a crimson codpiece. He was standing still almost like a statue, his face covers behind a s similar crimson helmet.

"I bet it is your first time seeing one up close."

"Er, yes." Tuukka stuttered embarrassed.

"I have heard that all their thoughts are concerned with obedience, servicing their masters and mistresses." Lumi explained. She took Tuukka's hand and removed his white glove. "Touch him, there's no harm, you will not believe what that gloss feels like."

Tuukka self-consciously let Lumi touch his fingers to the gloss of the soldiers boot. As he did he felt a tingle run through him.

"See?"

"Yes." Tuukka said entranced. The Crimson Guard made a sharp almost robotic movement and looked down at him, and Tuukka felt it difficult to look away, surprised that someone could be so different, so exotic, but still a soldier like him. He had a lot to learn a lot at the capital. Maybe after receiving his praise and possibly a medal he would be transferred to a posting in the capital.

"Come on, or we will be late." Lumi said pulling Tuukka on.

Before they entered the large court chamber they were required to undergo another security check. Tuukka saw another pair of Crimson Guard standing at to alcoves and overseeing the procedures. After they had cheeked one of the courtiers performed a ritual washing. Cleaning his face and hands. It seemed a little bit unnecessary - who would come and met his Queen dirty, but palace protocol demanded it. Then he was given from the Royal Jelly.

They both entered the large court chamber and Tuuka and Lumi found places near the back of the crowd waiting with a couple of other military, police and border guard soldiers, but they had a reasonable view of where the proceedings would happen. Tuukka slowly noticed how the Royal Jelly spread a feeling of warmth and content through out his body.

The courtiers hushed as the Queen entered and took her place on the throne, on the raised dais. She wore black silk jodhpurs and a matching cropped jacket. At either side stood her Vizier Otso Rask, and the Chief of the Crimson Guard Aino, Rask wore voluminous brocaded clothes like most of the courtiers; Aino was in her distinctive quilted red leather, skin-tight trousers, long boots and a jacket like the Queens's.

The court waited silently as the Queen looked down her list of proclamations for the day. Finally they started calling up police and border jaegers to receive their medals. Then a soldiers, a private was promoted, an officer given the Lions Order. Tuck started thinking he might have been forgotten.

"Lieutenant Tuukka Nyyrikki," The Queen spoke clearly. At first it did not sink in, then as it registered, the protocol officer pushed him forward eagerly. Tuukka flushed, realizing that he was being summoned for a direct audience with the Queen. He would receive his promotion directly from her. The courtiers around him made way and Tuuka walked slowly past them and out on to the open floor of the court. He approached the dais and bowed, his eyes kept down.

"Lieutenant Tuukka Nyyrikki?" Dalia confirmed.

"Yes, your highness." He croaked nervously.

"News from your heroic acts has reached the capital. You have performed most fervently and rescued my cousin." Tuukka looked up and into the face of the Queen. His Queen. When he had been recruited from the farm of his parents to become a simple solider and later when he had been allowed to ascend to the royal officers academy, he had never dared to think that he would be invited to the court.

"Such a hero like you deserves the highest military reward our kingdom can offer. You are loyal to me?"

"Yes, your highness." Tuukka replied quickly.

"Good, then you will surely relish what I am ordering. It will show your utmost loyalty and obedience." The Queen paused as the court waited entranced to hear what the order would be. "You will be relieved of your duties as a border jaeger and stripped of your rank. Furthermore you will be stripped of your family and given name and will become my property."

"Yes, your highness." Tuukka stuttered, not really recognising what it all meant.

"Wait, there is more, you will become part of the Crimson Guard. You will be transformed into one of my personal soldiers, with only one name, your collar name Tursas." A hushed whisper ran through the court.

"Yes, your highness." Tuukka said numbly. He knew little of the Crimson Guard. Before his encounter with one a few minutes before, he had only heard about it in rumors, even back in the Royal Military Academy there was this rumor about the Palace Guards being transformed using biotech or some other of the forbidden techs.

"Then your thoughts will only be concerned with being obedient and loyal rather than endangering a member of the Royal Family." The Queen joked, and the court responded with polite laughter.

"The order comes into effect immediately." 

Tuukka was about to reply `yes, highness' once again when he heard a voice beside him say, `yes mistress'. Tuukka turned, startled at the sound, and saw Crimson Guards one each side of him. Their skin-tight gloss looked so different to the billowing golden-blue of Tuukka's parade uniform.

"Yes, mistress." Tuukka said, and as he did, his body felt a tingle. He realized that this was the start of him change into something very different from the boarder jaeger he had been. His body and his mind were no longer his own, but the property of the Queen.

"Take him to the barracks; bring it back when the change is complete."

"Yes, Mistress." The Crimson Guards responded and began guiding Tuukka from the court. As they did he watched entranced as the rubber rippled and squealed to their every move, as they strutted in their thigh length boots. Their whole manly, ripe bodies were shown in the gloss, from their well defined chests to their tightly bound bums, swaying as they stepped. Tuukka could not believe he could become like them, so erotic, so servile. He knew she would return to the court a very different man.

The two soldiers took Tuukka into a secret part of the court. He was led into a large circular room. Aino was already there seated in a bowl chair. Close to her was a stand from which hung a glossy catsuit and below it were a pair of thigh length boots. Tuuka's throat went dry as he realised that they were meant for him. He kept telling himself that it was some kind of test, but his gaze was fixed on the gloss and his thoughts kept going back to the soldiers beside him.

Aino stood and walked towards Tuuka, her leather creaking as she did. She strutted around Tuukka getting a good look at him.

"You will make a good Crimson Guard Tursas, I am sure."

Tuukka hesitated not knowing what to say. Aino was using the name that the Queen had given him and it made him feel strange, as if his identity was being changed.

"You already have the necessary body composure and muscles, they are training you well these days in the border jaeger regiments." Aino looked at him and gently touched his breasts.

"Get out of those silly clothes. Put on your gloss." Aino said, encouragingly.

Tuukka hesitated, and stood there, not removing his clothes.

"You have to change Tursas, your body is the property of your Queen now." Ainio explained. "She decides how it is dressed. She has ordered that you become a Crimson Guard. You must ease into your gloss, your catsuit and boots, so people can see you are a Crimson Guard and nothing else; so that your body is visible, accessible and erotic."

Tuukka did not move, he looked at the two soldiers besides him, still not believing he was to become like them. As a border jaeger he had trained to be hard and defend the empire, not being some kind of sex slave. As a sex-slave in shiny, clinging rubber, every contour would be visible and flaunted. His man nipples would strain against the gloss for all to see. He had noticed the slits too, allowing his mistress or whoever, direct access to his asshole, just by easing down a zip.

Aino nodded to the other two soldiers, "Lalli, Lempo."

They snatched off Tuukas's dress tunic and suddenly pulled them off, quickly followed by his undershirt. Lempo bent down provocatively thrusting his glossed bum up as he untied Tuukka's dress shoes. Tuukka stood passively as it all happened and watched, trying to cover his naked body as his fine parade uniform was discarded.

Lolli took a shaver and shaved off Tuukka's carefully styled light brown hair until he sported a smooth chrome dome. Then an oily substance was gently massaged onto his skull. He could feel a burning sensation.

"Those are not your sort of clothes, Tursas." Aino said. She stepped forward, dabbing her gloved fingers into a pot of oil. Suddenly she reached down and smeared the oil over the top of Tuukka's penis. Startled Tuuka reached down and Aino laughed as she quickly rubbed some more onto Tuukka's nipples. She stepped back as Tuuka began to feel a tingling sensation where Aino had touched.

"Just a little lauxe oil to help you change, help you yield to your body's urges like a proper slave, Tursas."

Slowly the sensation grew as the oil took effect and his body hair dissolved. Tuukka felt increasingly as if someone was gently licking his body and penis. Within moments his penis were erect and leaking precum. He tried to concentrate, to keep control. He was speechless and he felt the urge to grunt and moan. That startled him, he realised that Aino was turning him into a sexual animal, here he stood naked as his body's urges overwhelmed his mind. Tuuka barely noticed when Lalli took down the glossy catsuit and brought it over to him.

"Here is your catsuit, Tursas." Aino said. Tuukka shuddered as he saw it, unable to believe he would soon be wearing it.

"If you don't want it say so and I will return you those boring clothes." Aino lied.

Tuukka tried to speak, but his throat was dry and he felt a thrill. He recognised a new desire within, as the effect of the lauxe oil faded. A real curiosity to ease into the gloss, to feel what these soldier brother in arms felt, to be so explicitly, so undeniably erotic, so unlike his former self.

Lempo stepped closer. "Ease into it, become one of us." He said enthusiastically with a deep male voice.

Aino took the catsuit and stroked the slippery interior between Tuukka's breasts and down between his thighs. Tuukka could not hold back and grunted. He was helpless as he felt Lalli and Lempo guide his legs into the gloss. He was panting, speechless as first one arm and then the other was eased into the rubber, and they, like his legs, were covered in the crimson shine, showing every contour. Finally the zip was eased up, pulling the gloss squealing, to cling tight to his body. His body from neck to ankle was covered in a shiny second skin. Moments later he felt his legs being slid into their thigh boots. Tuukka could not believe how quickly he had gone from wearing his proud parade uniform to the skin-tight gloss of a Crimson Guard. He took a few tentative steps, and the gloss rippled around him. He could feel his whole body caressed by the slippery gloss, stimulating him with every small movement he made.

"Excellent Tursas," Aino said, "you look perfect."

"Just a few more details." Lampo said, he took a cod piece made of the same material as the rubber gloss and fastend it around Tuukka's penis and balls, now they were safely enclosed. On the rear Lalli pushed a rubber butt plug into Tuukka's ass. A strap around his waist secured both implements. The strap was secured with a little padlock.

Then Tuukka let himself be guided into a chair. The gloss catsuit coverd all his neck.

Aino said: "Now for the finishing touch, marvel of our engineering. But the helmet on."

Lilith took a helmet from a pedestal. The crimson helmet was featureless except for a black visor. It coverd all of Tuukka's face. Once it was put on all the outside sounds were muted and his vision became tinted slightly rose. He constantly heard a very faint buzzing. Everything appeared so much better and more beautiful through the visor.

Instead Tuukka gazed down at the glossed thighs of his lap, not believing how the shine caught the light. He looked curiously at the cod piece which was all that covered his private parts, knowing he would never be allowed to touch them without permission. Finally Lampo gave him a pair of long glossy gloves which Tuukka eased on himself, completing his dress as a Crimson Guard. It was all as if he were feeling it in a dream, but then he would realize that it was his naked body which was clad in the squealing gloss, and now wore the clothes and implements of a Guard slave soldier

Tuukka stood as he was directed and Lalli turned the full mirror round. Tuukka breathed in sharply seeing the image of the Crimson Guardsman before him, his whole body was shown in the gloss, erotic and available. It was only as it reflected his movements that he realized it was what they had turned him into. He had remembered what Aino had said about wearing the gloss so people could see he was a Crimson Guard, a guard slave and nothing else. If he had passed himself on the street the way he appeared now, he would have not given any second thought to that what he was seeing.

"The last thing which makes you our queen's property, which makes you a Crimson Guard, Tursas." Aino said as she clipped a glossy collar with a gorget around Tukas's neck and fastend it to his helmet. Tuukka's body shuddered with the sensation, and he gasped breathlessly. Since coming to Aino he had felt passive, as if there was nothing he could do to fight the change, but somehow now he knew that with the collar he had lost his own will, he would never make decisions for himself again. His destiny would be to serve his Queen.

The skin-tight rubber he wore, but particularly the collar showed he had been changed and somehow, unexpectedly, Aino had eased his mind into being that of nothing bar an obedient slave. Strange, the Crimson Guard was considered the top level of the forces, the best soldiers to protect the Queen. But with the collar locked to him, now Tuukka knew he was owned, he knew his body and mind were someone's property. He knew the transformation was irreversible. He would wake tomorrow as a slave, Tursas. His former identity had been erased as the collar had been put on. There was no longer any Lieutenant Tuukka Nyyrikki. It was not a case of letting people call him by another name - as in the forces you would often get a nickname, or your school mates would give you a different name - He was Tursas now, a Crimson Guard. His life had already been spent and he would give it to protect his Queen.

Aino thanked Lalli and Lempo and they left. Tursas stood waiting to be ordered.

"Follow." Aino said, and Tursas walked on behind her.

Aino did not lead him back through the court, but out into the street. If she had expected her new slave to shy away, to be embarrassed, she was wrong. Tursas followed her with a proud shoulder, displaying the glossy body of the Crimson Guard he was.