Terra Astra by ronyo

Terra Astra

ronyo, Assimilation, Futa, Hermaphrodite, Knotting, Threesome, Transformation, Transgender, Twinning, selfcest

Jasper is the lowest in the pecking order at the dealership, but in his dreams he sees the fantastic mouse-woman he wishes he could be. So when his dreams start to overlap with reality, he wonders if more of them will come true.

Jasper wades through the waist-deep liquid, his movements slowed by the metallic substance. He keeps his hands just above the surface that hides everything from his hip bones down, not that there's anyone here to preserve his modesty from. He looks around at the space, not sure if the dark corners are a dark surface or a result of the low, bronze-hued light; either way, the small chamber is cast in monochrome, and a glance at his arms shows he's no exception.

He hears the liquid slosh at the other end of the small chamber, and he looks to see a figure rise. The liquid sloughs off cleanly, showing an anthropomorphic mouse with dark fur and a feminine figure. She has a slight build with firm, baseball-sized breasts, nipples poking out from beneath the fur. She's slightly shorter than Jasper with the liquid coming up past her navel.

Her eyes open; they're glowing a deep orange.

Jasper stops in shock.

The figure glides forward, seemingly unhampered by the liquid, and stops just in front of Jasper. She holds her hands—five fingers, blunt claws, with leathery pads on the palms—up to Jasper's bare chest, staring at it with a growing smile.

"Terra?" Jasper whispers.

Terra's gaze shoots up to look Jasper in the eye, and her face lights up in a broad smile. "I'm here," she says, as if she can't believe it herself. She looks back at his chest and reaches forward the rest of the way, her hands touching him near the base of his ribcage. "I'm here," she repeats.

Jasper wakes up with a start. He presses a hand against his neck to check both his pulse and that he's not dreaming. His other hand travels further south to make sure his pajamas are still dry: yes, but the brush against his rock-hard erection nearly changes that.

He quickly moves his hand away and forces himself to calm. He pulls his arm up, checks his watch, and decides it's late enough to get up. With a grunt he pulls the blanket off of himself and sits up on the couch. He gives himself a moment to adjust to being upright before standing up and heading toward the bathroom, hoping he can stay quiet enough to let Carl get a little more sleep.

Jasper sets the styrofoam cup of office coffee on "his" desk and collapses in his chair, shaking his head a bit to try to get the blood flowing. He's barely able to take a sip of the still-scalding coffee before the door opens. A middle-aged man walks through and starts striding purposefully through the atrium.

Jasper quickly puts the coffee back on the desk, spilling some onto his hand. With a hiss he shakes it off, gets up, and walks toward the man. "Welcome to Pullet Ford," he says. "What are you looking for today, sir?"

"Service desk," the man says with barely a glance toward Jasper.

"That'll be right..." Jasper trails off as the man turns the corner toward the repair shop. "That way," he mutters to himself. "Let me know if you want to look at any of our 'fresh new arrivals' while you're here," he adds sarcastically.

He turns back to his desk to see another man sitting there. He's wearing the same blue shirt and khaki pants as him, though his hair is buzzed short, contrasting with Jasper's medium-length hair. "What's up, pervert?" he says with a grin.

Jasper stares. "Hi, Dwight," he says with as little inflection as possible.

"What're you doing here?" Dwight says as he puts his feet up on the desk, knocking over Jasper's coffee.

Jasper pretends not to notice. "I'm scheduled."

"Oooh," Dwight winces but doesn't lose his grin. "Not until eleven, buddy, sorry," he says with a shrug that demonstrates the opposite of "sorry." "You should probably just go home."

Jasper doesn't react except to turn and walk out of the atrium.

"Oh, your coffee spilled!" Dwight calls after him. "You should probably clean it up."

TerraAstra: Do you think you can pick me up at 8 instead of 3?

BuckTheMan: Probably. Picking up an extra shift?

TerraAstra: I wish. Schedule got changed yesterday and I wasn't supposed to be in until 11.

BuckTheMan:...that seems illegal.

TerraAstra: Yeah, add it to the list.

TerraAstra: It's so beyond not worth it.

BuckTheMan: Copy that. Anything I can do for you?

TerraAstra: You're at work rn right?

BuckTheMan:...yeah.

TerraAstra: I'm good, thanks.

TerraAstra: Gonna take a nap in the break room and make myself everyone's problem.

BuckTheMan: [thumbs up]

BuckTheMan: Dreams still happening?

Jasper looks around the break room to confirm he's alone before responding.

TerraAstra: Yeah. Had the meeting again last night.

BuckTheMan: Homie, I know it's not all fun. But how many people actually get to meet their fursona?

TerraAstra: Carl, I am BEGGING you to look up lucid dreaming. [winky face]

BuckTheMan: I did. Tried to become a Xerneas. All I got was a lecture from Arceus.

BuckTheMan: About copyright infringement [sob]

Jasper chuckles to himself.

TerraAstra: Okay, gonna try a nap.

BuckTheMan: Good luck. DLTBGYD

"What are you doing back here, Jasper?" an older man calls from the break room doorway.

Jasper looks up and sees Edwin Pullet the Third, in his identical uniform.

"Misread the schedule, sir," Jasper says, putting a self-deprecating smile on. "Not supposed to be here until eleven."

"Well, you're here now," Edwin Pullet the Third says. "If you're here, you're working, right?"

Jasper blinks and takes a breath. "Are you authorizing me for overtime work, sir?"

Edwin Pullet the Third growls. "Don't sass me, boy," he says. He hesitates for a moment before muttering, "Just stay out of sight," as he walks away.

Jasper waits a moment before breathing a sigh of relief.

Terra flips herself so that the earth is above her by her perspective. "Starting sublight engine burn," she says.

It's an odd feeling at first: of ports opening, power flowing into igniters, liquid flowing and dispensing. It's numbers and statuses, but Terra grows to like them as feelings as well.

Another feeling registers both mechanically and organically. "Entering the gravity well," she narrates, checking her angles and velocity to make sure she's still on target. "Cutting sublight engines."

Terra passes into the daylight side of the planet. Through the window, she sees entire mountain ranges, mighty rivers start and end, cities and countries with no imaginary lines to denote them.

"In the immortal words of Edgar Mitchell," she says with a smile, "'Look at that, you son of a bitch.'"

Jasper groggily blinks himself awake to see Dwight looming over him with a phone pointed at him.

"Dreaming about your furry waifu again, pervert?" he teases.

Jasper forces himself not to react. "Pullet knows I'm here," he mumbles as he sits up straight.

Dwight pockets his phone and walks away. "Bet you're getting off to that," he sneers.

Jasper discretely checks himself and—thankfully—finds no reaction. With a sigh, he goes to freshen up before his shift actually starts.

"I don't know, homie," Carl says, "that sounded like 'approved overtime' to me."

Jasper just shrugs, head against the car window. "He'd find a way to turn it on me," he says, defeated. "How that wasn't what he meant and I knew it. Or he'd deny saying it outright."

Carl just frowns as he drives. "Hella illegal," he mutters after a moment.

"What can I do, man?" Jasper says. "He's got enough lawyer friends to keep anything from sticking, he's smart enough not to do anything dumb on camera, and do you think the government's going to do anything in this environment?"

"I know, homie," Carl says. "I just feel for you."

They drive on in companionable silence for a few moments.

"Didja have a dream, though?" Carl asks with a sly grin.

"Yeah," Jasper says, smiling. "And not a sex one, thankfully. The way Dwight was leering at me I bet he was just hoping he could snap a pic of me with a boner." Jasper takes a beat. "No, this was the view from space."

Carl whistles. "That's gotta be amazing."

"It is."

"She's got a spaceship?"

Something about that phrase feels wrong. "Kinda," Jasper says. He shifts in his seat, deciding whether to elaborate. "I think she might be a spaceship..."

Carl blinks. Twice. "I wanna hear about this," he says, "but I think that just fried my brain."

Jasper chuckled to himself.

"Terra?" Jasper whispers.

Jasper can't stop his body's reaction—doesn't want to stop his body's reaction. He feels himself stiffen beneath the liquid's surface as he stares at Terra, drinking in every detail, every whisker, every texture on her ears. His hands reach forward almost on their own towards her shoulders.

She sees them and takes them in her hands, guiding them down below the surface to the curve of her waist and down to her hips. Jasper grips, feeling the liquid and fur between his fingers.

Terra gasps and lets herself get pulled closer to Jasper; he feels fur and something smooth brush his length. The sensation drives his arousal higher, and the head of his dick breaches the surface.

Terra glances down before looking Jasper in the eye and smiling. "Connection, integration," she breathes with quiet excitement. She raises her arms to his shoulders and lifts herself out of the liquid, bringing her digitigrade legs around his hips.

Jasper grips her butt and holds her close. Her cock is free of its sheath and pressing against his chest while he feels his cockhead brush her furred ass. He feels something thin and flexible—her tail?—loop around his shaft and position it at her entrance before letting go.

She leans in for a kiss. Jasper does his best; her muzzle is blunt enough that they're able to approximate enough. She leans back, makes eye contact again, and wiggles her hips.

"Engage," she whispers.

Jasper blearily comes to awareness, barely enough control to delay his body's reaction. The realization at what's happening makes him wake up quicker, his brain frantically triaging his situation.

He kicks off the blanket and sits up, catching his breath and trying to calm everything down.

A minute passes.

And another.

He gingerly touches himself: still hard, but not a hair trigger.

Slowly, as quietly as he can, he walks to the bathroom, closes the door, turns on the light, and sits on the side of the bathtub. He takes a few shuddering breaths, assesses his state...

He pulls a gracious helping of toilet paper with one hand and drops his pajama pants with his other. His dick is already getting harder. Praying that he's not making more noise than he thinks, he covers the head with the toilet paper and starts stroking.

Three pumps in, his hands get tingly, his thighs tense, and he sees the wetness start to soak the toilet paper.

He gives himself a moment to feel the afterglow before starting the cleanup.

Jasper glances around the dark street, the light rain only adding to the dreamlike feeling, before hopping the fence. He ignores two “No Trespassing" signs as he walks a familiar path, one he'd traveled in his dreams many times. Turning past the pair of oak trees, jumping over the large puddle, until he's finally at the source of the red-orange glow…

A spaceship.

That's what it has to be. The vibes are more “Starfleet shuttle" than “flying saucer." But the extended landing gear, the open hatch at the back—it all screams “spaceship."

A siren in the distance spurs Jasper back into action. He jogs out of the wood through the rain into the ship's open door.

The interior is well-lit and… basic. Lots of access panels and embedded lighting. There's beams and studs, but nothing attached save for a couple of fold-out seats on either side. He walks past this quickly and opens a door on the back wall.

He finds himself on what looks to be the bridge. Just in front of him is what looks like a fancy ergonomic chair, except some of the attachments seem more “invasive" than “comfortable."

The chair is built into what looks like the command console. There's nothing on the console that looks like flight controls, or really many controls at all. But the one he does need is front-and-center.

He holds down the flashing orange button and speaks clearly into the air, “Look at that, you son of a bitch."

“Jasper?" Edwin Pullet the third says as he walks into the atrium. “Did you misread the schedule again?"

“No, sir," Jasper says, holding out his phone. “I checked when I left at closing yesterday."

Edwin Pullet the third looks at the picture. “I see," he says quietly. “Well, I really need you for the evening shift…"

“I'm happy to do that tomorrow, sir," Jasoer says, mentally rehearsing every word before he says it. “But i had already arranged transportation for today around the morning shift, and if I'm here, I'm working, right?"

Edwin Pullet the third makes a face Jasper can't read. “I guess you're working," he says.

“Proud of you for standing up, homie," Carl says as he drives the two of them home.

“Yeah," Jasper says. “But it means im locked in for the evening shift tomorrow."

“Yeah, sorry," Carl says. “Wish I could help you there, but…"

“But it starts right in the middle of your shift," Jasper finishes.

“And I can't pick you up after either," Carl continues. “Got a family thing."

“I can take the bus, no worries," Jasper says. “Youre doing plenty just letting me crash on your couch."

"Least I can do, homie," Carl says. "Especially after—"

"Nope," Jasper cuts in quickly.

Carl swallows the rest of the sentence. "After all that," he finishes.

A moment passes. "Sorry," Jasper says quietly. "I need more distance before I can talk about it."

Carl nods. "I'm here when you need me," he says.

There's an alcove on either side of the bridge. The one to his left has a shuttered window and a steady red light next to it. The one to his right has no window, just a simple control panel that looks reminiscent of an elevator's.

Jasper walks up to it. The buttons are dark except for a red button to the side. Despite every instinct screaming not to press the red button, he holds it down and recites what he always does:

“Toffee, gauze, pit bull, tweed, ink, moulding, follow, punch, surf, don't let the bastards get you down."

Jasper takes the bus many times, but never from Carl's house. His phone estimates a two hour walk to the bus stop, so Jasper makes sure to leave himself plenty of time. It's a cold late-fall day with clear skies, so Jasper leaves with only his work clothes on.

He's halfway to the bus stop when he passes a block that's nothing but abandoned lots bordered by a chain-link fence. His schedule keeps him moving, but something about the area seems familiar in a way he can't pin down.

The bus ride itself is thankfully uneventful, and the dealership is less than a block from the bus stop.

Jasper is idly flicking through his phone during his break when he gets a notification: a new like on an old post. He reflexively taps through to see and immediately puts his phone face-down on the table; the post was a full-body reference he'd commissioned of Terra.

A full-body not-safe-for-work reference.

Glancing around to again confirm he's alone, he opens his phone up and goes to close the tab, but he can't help but take a longer look at the drawing. The artist had done a wonderful job with the description Jasper had provided, which included her sheath sitting demurely between her legs.

Jasper hears footsteps and quickly finishes closing the tab. And not a moment too soon as Edwin Pullet the Third pokes his head in the break room.

"Jasper, you busy?" he says.

Jasper shrugs slightly. "I'm on my break, sir."

Edwin Pullet the Third nods and motions with his hand. "I need to talk to you for a minute."

Jasper debates the merits of being on or off the clock for all of a second before giving in and getting up.

Edwin Pullet the Third leads Jasper to his office at the front of the dealership and closes the door. He takes his seat behind his desk and leans back. "How long've you been working here, son?"

"About a year and a half, sir," Jasper answers quickly.

"And you've been a Sales Associate the entire time, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

Edwin Pullet the Third nods with a slight frown. "Normally," he says, "we would expect you to be a Sales Manager by now. Is there something holding you back here?"

Jasper shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He thinks of and discards several dozen answers, most of which are a variation on "Why are you asking me?" and none of which are in any way polite.

"Can you tell me what metrics I need to improve, sir?" Jasper finally says.

"Well, son," Edwin Pullet the Third says, opening a manila folder on his desk, "pretty much all of them. You aren't engaging customers, and the ones you engage aren't buying, and the ones that buy aren't getting everything they need."

Jasper bites back a comment about customers not coming to the dealership in the first place.

"Now, Dwight," Edwin Pullet the Third says with a smile, "that's a go-getter. He's on the phone bringing people in, and he's following up after the fact." His frown returns. "This ain't a grocery store, son; these things don't sell themselves."

Jasper nods on the outside and screams a rant on the inside about no one in their right mind spending half the car's value on a bullshit "maintenance plan." "I'll work harder, sir."

"I don't want you to work harder," Edwin Pullet the Third says with a groan. "I want you to work smarter. You need to be able to read a customer when they come in the door and know if they're worth your time."

Jasper allows himself one petulant comment, heavily filtered. "As in someone that will buy an entry-level model versus someone who will buy an upgrade with the extended warranty?"

The filter apparently works, since Edwin Pullet the Third smiles at Jasper. "Exactly." His smile fades a touch. "I need you to bring your numbers up, son. A year and a half in, you should be a Sales Manager. Two years in?"

Edwin Pullet the Third lets the question hang in the air. Jasper sees it for what it is: an ultimatum. "I understand, sir," he says as neutrally as he can.

A front moves in that evening. By the time Jasper leaves his shift, a steady rain is parked over the city. He gets onto the bus already fully soaked only to be met with a blast of chilled air.

"Sorry about that," the driver says as Jasper swipes his card. "It's either A/C or heat, and without the A/C on, the windows fog up."

"No worries," Jasper says. He wishes he could say more, commiserate a little, but he doesn't have it in him.

The cold, dry air combines with Jasper's cold, wet clothes to make Jasper himself very cold indeed. He sends a text to Carl without expecting a reply just to keep him updated. And he keeps an eye out for his new stop; the cold helps with this.

He gets off at the stop into the light but steady deluge. The sun has long since set, and the street lamps give an ethereal glow as they reflect off the rain and mist.

With a huff, he starts the long trek back.

Halfway through the walk, Jasper is again soaked to the bone, too cold and tired to even berate himself for not getting a rain jacket. He turns onto another street... and stops.

He knows this place. This weather. This light.

He feels a renewed surge of energy as he jogs up the road, the weather almost becoming an afterthought. He comes to the abandoned lots and turns to face them, looking for a telltale red-orange glow...

Nothing.

Reality crashes in, and his heart falls to his feet. He strides up to the fence, takes the crossbar in his fists, and yells in frustration. "Come on!" he yells. "Give me one good thing!"

The rain falls steadily. The street stays silent.

Jasper sighs and hangs his head. "They're just dreams," he says to himself, hoping to find some kind of acceptance. "She's not real. She's not here. She's just—"

BOOM!

A deafening thunder crash cuts through the rain, shakes the ground, and stops Jasper's thoughts in their tracks. Jasper looks up into the wooded lot and sees a faint glow breaking through the trees.

There's no way no one else heard that sound. Which means there's no way there aren't people on the way.

But if this is what his dreams are leading to...

A spaceship.

That's what it has to be. The vibes are more “Starfleet shuttle" than “flying saucer." But the extended landing gear, the open hatch at the back—it all screams “spaceship."

A siren in the distance spurs Jasper back into action. He jogs out of the wood through the rain into the ship's open door.

He finds himself on what looks to be the bridge. Just in front of him is what looks like a fancy ergonomic chair, except some of the attachments seem more “invasive" than “comfortable."

He holds down the flashing orange button and speaks clearly into the air, “Look at that, you son of a bitch."

The ship lurches. There's a hum of machinery, and one of the monitors comes to life and shows the ramp slowly rising, closing off the entrance. On the bridge, Jasper barely has time to notice the panoramic windows before they're covered by metal shutters. The cargo door shuts, sending a vibration through the entire ship.

There's another lurch, a vague sensation of pressure change, and... nothing. The monitor on the command console displays something in its language with a green checkmark. Jasper chuckles; at least some things are universal. The time pressure gone, he takes a longer look at his surroundings.

Jasper walks up to it. The buttons are dark except for a red button to the side. Despite every instinct screaming not to press the red button, he holds it down and recites what he always does:

“Toffee, gauze, pit bull, tweed, ink, moulding, follow, punch, surf, don't let the bastards get you down."

The button turns green, and the three buttons to the left light up. One has a star icon, one a bed, and one a wrench.

A full-body shiver breaks Jasper out of his indecision, and he pushes the bed button.

The entrance to the alcove slams shut with a hiss, startling Jasper. He quickly turns around in time to see the door open, but to a utilitarian hallway instead of the bridge.

"The fuck?" he mutters to himself. Another shiver and he steps out. "Doesn't matter," he says, "what're the chances there's a laundromat?"

The chances, as it turns out, are zero.

Finding nothing in the floor but empty room after empty room, Jasper sits on the ground, his wet clothes making a squelch sound that makes him wrinkle his nose.

"It's like a house no one's moved into," he mutters.

Another shiver reminds him of his task. A traitorous thought reminds him of his circumstances in his other dreams...

"No one's moved in..." he says to himself. "And it looks like I'm alone." With no small amount of trepidation he unbuttons his shirt. Halfway down a sort of giddiness began to replace the trepidation, and by the time he pulled his shirt all the way off he's blushing faintly but not bothering to suppress his grin. He pulls his phone and wallet out of his pockets before pulling his pants off.

He's still wet, but he feels like he has a chance of drying off now.

He wanders the halls a bit more to get a sense of the layout. There are five rooms off of the hallway: three larger and two half-sized. If there had been any sort of plumbing, he'd think the two smaller rooms were bathrooms. As-is, they just look like a half-finished demonstration.

Jasper lays his wet clothes out on the floor of one of the larger rooms, all except his boxer shorts. If there's a space he hasn't seen, it's a space someone could be, and he can't handle more right now.

He goes back to the alcove and presses the wrench button.

The door closes and opens just as quickly as last time, but this time it opens to a catwalk through an obvious maintenance area. The lighting is low... and familiar. Jasper feels the anticipation rise as he walks out onto the catwalk.

There are no railings, but the large tanks on either side function the same way. Every gauge he passes looks full, lending further credence to the "move-in ready" theory. The corrugated metal floor digs into his feet just a little.

Jasper walks forward in a daze, past pipes and valves with bright red handles. He turns one way, and his shorts catch on one of the handles, and as soon as he realizes he's been snagged, his shorts, already overworked and weakened, rip.

Jasper hears the rip more than feels it, and he immediately hops back to fix the snag. He unhooks the elastic from the handle, but it's already been stretched beyond use: his underwear is already falling down, useless.

With a roll of his eyes, Jasper steps out of them. He's had two dreams realized in the last half hour, might as well try for another.

Jasper gets to the end of the catwalk to see a set of stairs leading down into a dark liquid. He shivers involuntarily, both from the water and from the impending... something.

Part of him wants to hesitate, to figure out why he stops appearing in his dreams after he meets Terra, to question whether this is a trap.

The other part, beaten down by a bad lot in life and a worse job, yells that there's nothing to lose.

He wrestles with himself for a moment before dipping one foot into the liquid...

It's warm. Comforting. Inviting.

It sends an anticipatory thrill through him, his heart racing at what he knows is coming. With a deep breath, he steels his resolve and walks the rest of the way in.

Her eyes open; they're glowing a deep orange.

Jasper stops in shock.

"Terra?" Jasper whispers.

She sees them and takes them in her hands, guiding them down below the surface to the curve of her waist and down to her hips. Jasper grips, feeling the liquid and fur between his fingers.

Terra gasps and lets herself get pulled closer to Jasper; he feels fur and something smooth brush his length. The sensation drives his arousal higher, and the head of his dick breaches the surface.

She leans in for a kiss. Jasper does his best; her muzzle is blunt enough that they're able to approximate enough. She leans back, makes eye contact again, and wiggles her hips.

“Engage."

And she thrusts her hips down to quickly and completely engulf Jasper's cock.

Jasper grips her harder, both for support and in response fo the sudden consuming pleasure. “You…" he huffs, “you feel amazing."

Terra smiles at him. “Connection, nerves," she says. “Side effect."

That cuts through Jasper's haze. “Side effect?" he says. “What… what are you doing to me?"

“Alignment," she says. She peers at him. “Connection? Integration?"

Jasper's eyes start to widen, suddenly fearful of why he isn't in any of the other dreams. He tries to lift her up, to pull out, but she tightens her grip on his hips and his dick and pulls closer to him. “Whst are you doing to me?" he whispers.

Terra growls, eyes shut. “Bad words—no, wrong words." She looks at him, pleading. “I'm here" she repeats, pressing a hand on his chest.

“I know," Jasper says, frantically trying to understand. “But what about me?"

“Wrong words," Terra spits. She puts a hand to her chest. "I'm here," she says, then moves her hand to Jasper. "I'm here," she repeats.

Jasper takes a slow, deep breath. "You're me?"

"Yes!" Terra says with a broad smile, moving her hands to Jasper's scalp. "Integration, alignment," she says. Her eyes grow wide, and she leans forward, pulling her forehead and Jasper's together.

"I'm all here," she whispers.

"Are..." Jasper whispers back. "Are we two halves?"

"Halves?" Terra questions. "Halves... whole—Whole! Yes!" She pulls their heads apart to look Jasper in the eyes again, her irises glowing fiercely. "I'm here, I'm whole!"

Jasper can't help but smile back, but the epiphany hasn't hit him yet. "But what will—" He grunts. "How am I still hard? We're barely moving."

Terra smirks at him. "Integration, connection, nerves. Biological override aids the process."

"You injected me with something?"

"Nanite pool."

Jasper chuckles; the vibrations jostle Terra slightly, causing more stimulation. "Okay, should have seen that coming. But why?"

"Nerves, connection."

"You're connecting to me through nerve endings?"

Terra nods.

Jasper rolls his eyes. "You're keeping me hard so you can use the nerves? You know there's more nerve endings in my fingers, right?"

Terra just squeezes Jasper's dick. "Side effects," she says with a smirk.

Jasper gives a small thrust in response. "Pervert," he says with no heat.

"I'm here," Terra answers before going in for a kiss, her hands still on Jasper's scalp.

Jasper closes his eyes and gives in. She gently presses her tongue into his mouth, and he tastes the underside of it before finding her teeth with his. Slowly, he rolls his hips forward in a gentle thrust. He feels her smile before answering with her own motions, her erect cock bobbing between their abdomens.

He feels the head rush start, the fuzziness starting to creep in the sides of his perceptions. He moans into her mouth and wishes his hands weren't busy holding her up so he could grope her, stroke her—

She shifts in his grip, and her breasts press against his chest, almost nipple-to-nipple. Their gentle motions roll them up and down on his chest.

Jasper's arousal climbs higher as he feels Terra grip his head harder. He's not sure if his chest is more sensitive or if there's something about the act that's so stimulating.

Terra breaks the kiss. "Connections," she whispers. She brings her tail between them and wraps it around her dick.

Jasper's eyes shoot open. "What?" he whispers, not sure why he can feel what she just did.

"Alignment," Terra says. And she strokes her cock with her tail.

Jasper's eyes roll back, his brain suddenly experiencing two dicks' worth of pleasure: one inside Terra, and the other being gently—but firmly—held by her tail. "Holy shit," he breathes. "How...?"

"Alignment," Terra says, bringing his focus back to her.

He looks at her. "Nanite connections to nerve endings," he says, understanding the words right after he says them. "Triggering known biological processes to calibrate map of central nervous system."

"Yes," Terra says, and gives his dick another squeeze.

The pleasure keeps climbing, but the words keep coming. "EEG to measure the organic processing system. Integrating and aligning quantum unit with organic unit—" He breaks off with a moan. "I'm gonna..."

"Yes!" Terra says.

"Don't..." Jasper says, his face contorting. "Don't want to stop."

"Biological override aids the process!" Terra blurts out. She mashes her mouth against his, quickens her pumps with her tail, and strokes his dick with her vagina from base to tip.

With a wordless muffled cry Jasper locks his legs, digs his fingers into Terra's rear, and releases. He feels himself twitch inside her, muting all other senses and feelings for one glorious moment. Terra keeps kissing him, though with less intensity, and she loosens her tail just enough.

As the twitches subside, Jasper pulls away from the kiss and opens his eyes—and his heart skips a beat.

He sees Terra... but it feels like looking into a mirror. The grey mouse he's looking at and holding and is inside isn't a stranger. She's not just familiar, a dream, a friend, a partner... She's him. He's her.

"I'm here," he breathes.

Terra's mouth hangs open in a smile. "I'm whole," she answers.

His dick twitches appreciatively, though it brings a flash of pain from being overworked. Jasper winces. "I could use that 'biological override' about now," he snarks.

Terra furrows her brow. "Biological override is in place, but I need more nanites to start the conversion."

Jasper feels his heartbeat speed up. "Conversion is scary, but I'm still me." He takes a breath to calm himself. "Aren't I standing in a pool of nanites?"

Terra smiles weakly. "My legs are being used for support," she says with a wince. "I can't use them as a conduit without compromising structural integrity."

"Of course," Jasper says. "If I'm converting my body, why does structural integrity matter?"

"Pure nanite construction is fragile," she says. "Nanites will selectively replace functions and systems."

"So no dissolving into a puddle of goo."

"Not for the primary interface, no." Terra rolls her hips gently.

Jasper shifts his stance, which draws attention to his position. "Wait, so this—" He squeezes Terra's hips to indicate. "—is pure nanite?"

Terra nods. "I'm not sure I'd be able to hold me this long otherwise; the biological override can only do so much."

"Yeah, I thought I was light," Jasper says with a smirk. "Didn't really notice in the moment."

Terra gives him a sultry look. "I've got other things to think about." She shimmies her chest, letting her breasts shake.

Jasper takes a moment to admire her form: her whiskers, the valley between her breasts, her trim stomach and navel leading to her erect—

He looks back at her and makes eye contact. "I could..." he starts.

Terra licks her lips. "I should."

"Are there enough nanites?"

"Absolutely."

Jasper sighs. "I'm such a pervert," he says with a smile.

Terra, hands still on his scalp, pulls him in for a kiss. "I love it, though," she whispers before capturing his lips.

It's a gentler kiss than before, a prelude. Jasper closes his eyes and lets himself get lost in it: the gentle glide of her lips over his, the coarse fur of her face rubbing his upper lip as she presses deeper, the steady motion of her hips as she strokes his length with her body.

He hears movement in the liquid behind him. He holds steady as he feels a familiar pair of furry hands take hold of his hips, a familiar pair of breasts press against his back, and a smooth cock touch his ass beneath the surface.

Terra pulls back from the kiss. "Connection," she whispers.

The hands on Jasper's hips grip a little tighter. "Integration," the new Terra whispers from behind him.

Jasper feels his heart racing, his cock easily back to full hardness buried inside Terra, every heartbeat pounding in his ears and his chest and his mind driving him towards a strange, new climax.

"Engage," he whispers with a smile.

The new Terra doesn't pull Jasper back so much as pull herself into him, the nanite water channeled with the thrust to provide ample lubrication. In one thrust she buries her length into Jasper's colon, giving him a feeling of fullness that would have been uncomfortable were the whole scenario not so hot.

"Oh, god," he groans, lifting his head up and breathing in gulps of air. The two Terras work in sync, the first rolling her hips back as the second presses in, the second pulling back as the first rolls her hips down.

Jasper feels the fullness feeling start traveling further inside him. "Am I cumming?"

"Additional nanite delivery," the rear Terra says.

"Okay," Jasper breathes. "What do I need to do?"

"Just feel," the front Terra says. She shifts her legs as Jasper feels something about his hips shift. "I'm here, I'm whole. This isn't 'side effects,' this is the process itself."

An errant twitch by Jasper nearly dislodges the rear Terra. "I'm trying something," she says, and she gives one final, deep thrust, pressing herself tightly against Jasper.

Jasper feels her cock swell inside him, just past his anus. His pupils dilate and he inhales sharply. "A knot," he says with awe.

Fully secured in place, the rear Terra moves her hands up to Jasper's pecs. She rests her head on Jasper's shoulder and whispers into his ear, "I'm here."

"I'm here," Jasper echos, his eyes closed in bliss.

"I'm whole," the front Terra says.

"I'm whole," Jasper echos.

The rear Terra squeezes Jasper's pecs. "My heartbeat is strong," she says. "It's carrying my nanites through my body."

"My alignment is strong," the front Terra says. "The quantum processor is adapting."

"My..." Jasper moans. "My..." He fumbles for words, searches for the next phrase... but nothing pierces the fog of lust and altered perceptions. "My..." Some illuminating thought, some key realization, stays frustratingly out of reach. He groans in lust and frustration.

Terra leans forward and kisses him gently, catching his attention.

He opens his eyes and meets Terra's glowing orange ones.

"I'm here," she says, her quiet voice piercing the fog. "I'm whole."

She leans forward and affixes Jasper with a fierce, powerful stare.

"I'm me."

Thoughts click in Jasper's mind, and he shouts into the air, "My identity is strong!" He feels his body shift, hips widening under clawed feet, breasts blossoming under furred hands. "I am quantum and physical, mechanical and biological."

The nanites inside him reach critical mass. He feels his bones shift, pressing his face into a muzzle. His spine lengthens and his tail begins churning the liquid. Terra's knot pulls at him while she presses her hips against his asscheeks. His fingernails sharpen into claws and dig into Terra's hips. His feels his breasts bounce as Terra tests their weight; he curls his tail around her. Fur starts sprouting from all over his body and his hair cascades down to the small of his back. He feels Terra press her hands firmly against his scalp as the rhythm of her hips quickens.

The weight of the moment blends with the physical sensations, and he is once again on the verge of orgasm. "I come from many," he whispers, "but I have, am, and will always be me." With one last breath, he closes his eyes...

"I AM TERRA ASTRA!" Terra yells as the dam bursts and she falls to her knees, the nanite constructs dissolving into the pool, her brain flooding with the promised endorphins and her body twitching in ecstasy.

She waits there a moment, her head barely above the liquid, as the waves in the pool settle down.

She opens her glowing, orange eyes and looks around. "I don't need to breathe?" she mutters. "So much for catching my breath."

She gets to her feet and looks herself over, checking her hair with one hand and one boob with the other. She twitches her nose and feels her whiskers in the air. She walks to the far end of the pool: just past where the construct of her had first emerged was a bench almost flush with the liquid.

She hops up onto it, letting her feet stay under the surface. She runs both hands up the sides of her thighs and feels the curve of her hips. Her tail curls over a shoulder and she strokes the tip of it with both hands.

She examines her sheath, gently pulls her new penis out: it's a lighter grey than her fur, but there's a subtle orange glow if she looks from the right angles.

"Nerve endings," she says to herself with a chuckle. "I'm such a pervert."

The examination causes a slight reaction, and she can't help but give it a few strokes to bring it up to full hardness. There's a slight pressure at the base; she pulls the sheath back and her knot pops out.

"Oh, yes," she hisses as she grasps the knot with one hand. With the other she continues her examination further down. She has no testicles, giving her unfettered access to the vulva hiding between her legs. With a moan she spreads her legs and reaches in. Two fingers breach the entrance while her thumb searches for and finds her clit. She reaches farther back with her pinkie and finds a small opening just under her tail.

"Useless," she mutters as she continues her slow buildup, breathing heavier out of habit more than anything. "I don't expel waste, so why an asshole?" She blinks. "So I can give myself a shocker, naturally," she says with a smile.

This climax isn't the crescendo from earlier; it's quicker, smaller, a product of her voyage of self-discovery. Having found all the important areas, at least for the time being, she quickly pumps her erection, rubs her clit, and wiggles her fingers inside her to quickly release the pressure that's built up. Her organs convulse and twitch, and she allows some nanite fluid to expel onto her hand and into the pool.

Her climax subsides into a peaceful calm. She leans back against her arms, idly swinging her feet in the nanite pool. "I love it, though," she says with a contented sigh.

A sudden burp startles her. Quickly she sits up straight and holds a hand to her chest. "The fuck? I thought—"

A quick examination gives her an idea of where the nanites are in her system... and where they haven't gotten to yet.

"Okay, point taken, still cooking," she grumbles. With a smile she turns and lays back onto the bench, stretches and affects a yawn. "I'm feeling a nap after all this anyway."

With a thought, the bench sinks into the nanite pool, and Terra with it. Her muzzle is the last part to disappear beneath the surface, the ripples subside, and the room is perfectly still.

Carl pulls up to the baseball field and checks his phone one more time to be sure.

TerraAstra: Just got off the bus; will text when I get to your place.

TerraAstra: Hey, can you get my duffel and meet me at the baseball field near your house?

BuckTheMan: Homie, are you okay?

BuckTheMan: Jasper?

TerraAstra: Sorry, phone stuff is weird right now. Just don't get on the field until I get there.

BuckTheMan: What kind of weird?

BuckTheMan: OK, I'm home, and you're obviously not here, so that makes more sense.

BuckTheMan: I think I got everything. Including your FUCKING RAINCOAT!

BuckTheMan: I swear if this is some beyond the grave text and this is how I find out you fucking died of exposure I'll lucid dream Arceus again so they can stomp you in the face in whatever afterlife you end up in.

TerraAstra: Aw, you do love me.

TerraAstra: And no, not dead.

TerraAstra: Hope my timing is right!

A bright flash from the baseball field catches Carl's attention. He can't make out whatever it is through the rain on his windshield, so he gets out and walks toward the field.

He feels his phone buzz and looks down:

TerraAstra: Yup, that's me. You're probably wondering how I got in this situation.

"What?" he mutters as he gets to the field... and stops short.

Parked in the middle of the diamond is a cargo van... if a cargo van had no wheels, a silver-and-blue paint job, a more pointed nose, and rockets on the side?! The edges are lined with orange lighting strips, and the ground around it is well-lit.

"Is that a spaceship?" Carl blurts out. His phone buzzes:

TerraAstra: In more ways than one, homie.

Carl looks at his phone, then back at the ship. "What's that supposed to mean?"

TerraAstra: It's a lot. Promise you won't freak out [finger pointing right][finger pointing left]

"I promise nothing," Carl says, emphatically but with a smile. "Also how are you texting so fast?"

TerraAstra: Yeah, I'm just gonna have to show you.

There was a noticeable pause, this time with the typing indicator on.

TerraAstra: No matter what, I promise I'm still me.

"See, the fact of you saying that..." Carl mutters. He hears a mechanical movement from one side, and he jogs around to see the cylindrical pod on that side has opened up. A humanoid-ish figure is standing on the platform, backlit, but with a faint orange glow where the eyes would be. A step folds out, and the figure walks the two feet to the ground and into the light...

Carl nearly drops his phone. "Terra?" he blurts out.

Terra scratches the back of her head and smiles. Her orange eyes don't stand out as much in the light. Her voluminous hair is pulled back in a ponytail, orange stripes of fur run down the outside of her arms and legs from her shoulders and hips to her hands and feet, and while she isn't clothed, her more intimate features aren't visible. "Yeah," she says. "Hi, Carl. Sorry for scaring you like that."

Carl just stands there in shock. He looks from Terra to the ship and back to her. "Well," he says, resigned, "congratu-fucking-lations."

Terra giggles. "Can..." She bites her lip. "Can I hug you?"

Carl sighs, drops the duffel bag, and holds his arms open.

Terra darts forward and collides with him, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing the side of her face against his chest. "I missed you," she says weakly, barely louder than the rain.

Carl brings his arms in to hold her. "Was it that intense?" he says. "I saw you this morning."

Terra shakes her head. "I've been in temporal orbit for a while—like, a year."

"Tempora—is that thing a time machine?"

Terra flinches slightly. "Only by necessity," she says defensively.

"By necessity?" Carl nearly yells. "The hell does that mean?"

"Well," Terra says, "time and space are linked. So when you manipulate space you by necessity manipulate time."

Carl takes a breath. "Is that a TARDIS?"

"You're more right than you know," Terra says quietly.

She pulls out of the hug and looks at him. "I can move through time and space, I'm bigger on the inside and..." She shrugs. "I'm alive."

Carl takes another glance at the spaceship before focusing back on Terra. "Is this..." He shakes his head. "Is this what you meant by 'Terra is a spaceship'?"

Terra nods, her tail twitching nervously.

A gust of wind blows more rain onto the two of them.

"Okay," Carl says, "Can we get out of the rain at least?"

Terra smirks and snaps her fingers. With a jolt the rear hatch of the ship opens into a ramp. "Come on in," she says, and leads him to the back.

Carl stops just before he steps on the ramp. Terra gets to the top of the ramp and turns around. "Are you coming?" she says.

Carl winces. "Don't make it weird, homie," he whines.

Terra cocks her head. "What?" She motions him forward. "Come inside."

Carl gives her a flat stare.

Terra motions around her. "It's a little snug, yes," she says, "but I promise you'll fit."

"Homie," Carl says with a glare.

"What?" Terra asks, wide-eyed.

"You know what," Carl snaps back.

"Wha—oh!" Terra wrinkles her nose. "Ew, dude; don't make it weird."

"You're making it we—" He stops himself and stomps up the ramp. "Motherfucker," he grumbles.

Terra just pats him on the back and closes the ramp.

"So that's it," Terra says, "minus a few details, of course."

"Yeah," Carl says, still a little dazed, "I appreciate you leaving those out. Did you also leave those details out of..." He motions at her. "all this?"

Terra nods. "Figured you didn't want to get that personal with me just yet." She gives him a predatory smile and licks her lips. "Offer's open, though."

Carl opens his mouth but closes it before he can answer. "So you found the ship, and it turned you into your fursona." He gives her a cheeky smile. "Was there a practical reason for it, or did you just wish really hard?"

Terra nods, and a smile starts to creep onto her face. "Like I said, to manipulate space you must also manipulate time. So whoever built this built a quantum computer that essentially exists in five dimensions. It works great, except it's horrible at going to particular places, much less times. And trying to have it pilot in real space is next to impossible."

"Keeps running into shit?"

"Worse; it'll avoid collisions, but at the wrong time." Terra giggled. "Basically, it has no sense of 'past' or 'future'; it's all just a broad 'now.' So they pair it with a human pilot. That's okay, but still not the svelte machine they want.

"Then someone gets the idea to try to integrate a computer that exists in real space. It doesn't go well—the protocols mismatch, wires get crossed, there's no alignment. And none of them know why."

She pauses, and Carl rolls his eyes. "Okay, why?"

Terra grins. "Because the quantum-bound computer exists outside of the normal flow of time. From its perspective, it knows who its integrated pilot is."

Carl's eyes go wide. "You." His eyes dart from side to side as he realizes. "That's why you had those dreams?"

Terra nods. "It's fully integrated with me now," she says. "It's like I have another limb that's in quantum space, and if I need to I can pull myself there. Or get information from it." She grins. "Like the passwords to seal the ship and get into the pocket dimension."

Carl frowns. "So, did you—old you—come up with Terra and the computer used it? Or...?"

Terra shakes her head. "Terra Astra is who I am," she says firmly. "I don't know whose brain 'I' originated in, and honestly I don't care." She shrugs. "The idea of Jasper and the quantum computer is—they're not separate. They may have had separate origins, but I've always been me. They've always been part of me, even when they didn't know it."

Carl nods slowly. "I'll be honest, homie," he says after a moment, "that's still cooking my brain." He looks her in the eyes. "Just tell me you're who you've always wanted to be, right?"

Terra smiles, a little tearful. "Absolutely," she says. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

"Then we're good," Carl declares. He thinks for a moment. "Now, what have you been doing in 'temporal orbit' for a year?"

Terra shrugs. "Learning how to be me, mostly. Manipulate my nanites so I can look more G-rated, read my owner's manual, figure out which systems are 'make go' and 'make stop' and 'make blow-up,' hack my—oh!"

She gets up, runs off into the bridge, and comes back holding her phone. "You wanted to know how I was texting so fast? Watch this!"

She holds the tip of her tail to her phone's charging port. It shifts, breaking into threads of nanites and forming itself to the port. The phone's screen turns on and suddenly flips through several screens lightning-fast.

Carl's phone buzzes. He glances down at it and shoots a dirty look back to Terra. She just grins.

"Okay then, what's next?" he asks. "Gonna take this to work tomorrow?"

"Fuck no!" Terra says. "No, I'm planning on throwing my name tag at the door and never seeing Edwin Pullet the Third ever again."

Carl can't help but chuckle. "But after that?" He fidgets in his seat. "I think this'll fit in the backyard if you want to park it there."

Terra looks away. "I can't," she says, quietly but firmly.

"If this is about hospitality th—"

"It's not," Terra interrupts, turning back to Carl. "Let's set aside that I'm still learning how to fly—I was aiming for the outfield, you know, and I ended up on the pitcher's mound. And then there's the fact that I'm probably considered stolen property by whoever built the ship, or that I'm a hot piece of ass, and not in a good way."

She shakes her head. "I can't risk bringing any of that on you," she says. "Not until I know myself better and the world I'm a part of now."

Carl frowns. "I get it," he says, "but I don't like it."

"I don't like it either—"

"I mean it," Carl growls. "You figure your shit out, and you get back here, right?"

Terra sighs. "Get back here to what, Carl?"

"Me," he says. "Me and everyone else that cares about you. 'Cause I guarantee it's not just me." He fixes Terra with a determined stare. "Don't doubt some of us would come with you, either."

Terra opens her mouth to object—

Terra passes into the daylight side of the planet. Through the window, she sees entire mountain ranges, mighty rivers start and end, cities and countries with no imaginary lines to denote them.

"In the immortal words of Edgar Mitchell," she says with a smile, "'Look at that, you son of a bitch.'"

Buck walks up and leans forward to look out, one hand on the console and the other on Terra's shoulder. "Oh, I'm looking, homie," they say in awe.

Terra looks up at the deer. "Love what you did with the antlers," she says.

Buck smiles down at her. "Very demure, very mindful?" they say, running a hand along one of their freshly-trimmed antlers. "Majesty's no good if you can't walk through the door."

"Aye, Captain," Terra says with a smirk.

"Is that Earth?" Robin says. Terra turns to her other side in time to see him land on the console and settle his wings. "It's so blue!" he says with a squeak.

"Says the bird who hates water," snarks Lisa. Shi pads up, sets her hindquarters down, and leans forward with one hand on the console.

Terra takes the foxtaur's other hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze; shi squeezes back.

Terra looks out the window with the rest of them, but inside, she saves a file to her personal encrypted vault: an immersive photo, captured with all of her sensors and cameras, of this moment.

—and stops. She returns Carl's determined stare and nods. "Understood, Captain," she says.

Carl gives her a suspicious look. "Why do I have the feeling..." He shakes his head and stands up. "I need to get back, I got work..." He looks around, almost physically pained. "But hell if I don't want to fly off with you right now."

Terra lunges forward and hugs him tightly. "I don't know everything," she says. "I don't know how much I can trust this fancy time sense of mine. But I promise, if there's any way—"

"Don't," Carl says, and she hears the slightest hitch to his voice. "Don't promise. Just do it."

Terra nods. "Aye, Captain." She starts opening the cargo door and breaks the hug.

Carl nods and starts walking toward the exit. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks up.

"Hey, I know you said you wanted to be done with it," he says with a grin, "but consider: you can only quit this job once."

Terra answers with a predatory grin of her own.

There's a flash around the corner of the dealership building that goes unnoticed by most of the workers. Dwight and Edwin Pullet the Third are in the atrium discussing something inane when Jasper pushes open the double doors and marches in.

Dwight, sensing something amazing or—even better—cringe is about to happen, immediately lifts his phone and starts recording.

Edwin Pullet the Third turns to greet him. "Jasper," he says with his salesman smile, "You're not scheduled until—"

"I quit," Jasper says as he walks briskly past and into the back halls.

Dwight and Edwin Pullet the Third glance at each other. "Don't folks usually say that when they leave the building?" Edwin Pullet the Third says.

Before Dwight can respond Jasper walks back out into the atrium with two pieces of paper. He quickly signs one, writes a note on the other, and slams his name tag down on top of the small pile. "Timecard, written notice, name tag," he says, turning back to Edwin Pullet the Third. "Anything else?"

"Your uniform!" Dwight snarks from behind his phone.

"Oh, right," Jasper says with an exaggerated wince. "I forgot, these were provided, weren't they." He starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Edwin Pullet the Third starts to object. "Now, son, I don't think—"

"It's not a problem, sir," Jasper interrupts. "After all, 'if a man asks for your coat, give him your shirt as well,' right?" He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and quickly pulls it off, revealing his grey-furred chest with a sizable pair of boobs.

While the other two stand momentarily dumb-struck—Dwight still recording—Jasper unbuttons his pants and yanks them down, showing his grey-furred legs, long tail, and noticeable sheath. He pulls the pants off one leg at a time, his shoes having somehow disappeared into the ether.

Now fully naked and furred from the neck down, Jasper runs his hands over his face and over the top of his head as his head sprouts whiskers, a blunt muzzle, and exceptionally long hair.

"Ah," Terra sighs, "that should be it, right sir?" She opens her orange eyes and stares at Edwin Pullet the Third.

Eddie just nods, mouth hanging open.

"Well then," Terra says, "best of luck!" She turns to go and spots Dwight, his phone still pointing at her.

"Are you recording this?" she yells.

Dwight jumps and nearly drops his phone. He fumbles for a moment before just slamming it down on the desk. "What?" he says.

Terra narrows her eyes at him. "I bet you get off to this, don't you?" she snarls before turning and walking out the door.

Terra walks two steps past the door before turning and sprinting back for the ship, laughing the whole way. She runs past the service manager and a mechanic staring at the strange vehicle with a "Sorry, I'm moving it now!" before jumping up and throwing herself into the airlock and swinging it closed.

Inside the bridge she quickly gets in the seat. Her initial assessment was pretty close: it is a kneeling-style seat, though the pose it enforced was anything but demure. She sits on the stool, legs spread slightly—

And feels her nerve link to the ship fully connect. Sexually.

"God, I'm such a pervert," she says, adjusting her position. She concentrates and connects to her quantum-self...

And with a few overlapping ripples in space, she disappears from the dealership lot.

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