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Briar Kent nervously twirled their curly, dyed-purple hair as they stood in line for the off-world security terminal. Only a week prior, their phone buzzed with the ecstatic claim Briar had been selected by raffle for the latest colony ship to be shuttled out of the Solar System into deep space. A one way trip to the planet Sylva, a rich, verdant world with near perfect conditions for human life. The gravity was a little greater, the atmosphere not quite as oxygen rich, but adaptable enough for human bodies that only a rote list of vaccinations and a passing physical was all one needed to qualify for the raffle.

Behind Briar, Lillian squeezed their elbow and said, “You went quiet. Everything okay?”

“Just…” Briar eyed a security officer manning a retinal and facial I.D. scanner ahead of them, “What if we didn’t go?”

“Come on, Briar, don’t do this. You’ll be fine.”

“But what if something goes wrong?” Briar twisted around and faced their wife, unable to look her in her hazel eyes, “What if we don’t see each other again.”

“We talked about this—it’s why we joined this raffle together. The longest I’ll have to wait is two years. Earth won’t end before that.”

“Okay,” Briar tried to breathe, knowing they were being selfish. “I know, I just, I expected your name to come up first, you know? Or that we’d go together—I don’t know why, I’m sorry—”

Lillian pressed a finger to Briar’s lips, which then slipped down to their chin to get them to look her in the eyes. “You got this, hun. I’d probably be freaking out in your place, too, but everything we’ve heard about Hyparssis has been great.”

Hyparssis. The name Sylva’s indigenous population called their planet. When humans first tried to settle there fifty years prior, they were driven off by the Noxatell. A race of anthropomorphic reptiles who humanity, on its second colonization attempt (with a lot more military hardware) entered into a brief war with, first gaining a great deal of territory, then losing it. At a stalemate, humanity made a peace treaty with the Noxatell, and now relations between the two species seemed all positive. Briar’s PhD in linguistics had culminated in a study of noting the differences in Noxatell languages—though, that had no bearing on Briar’s selection for this colonization mission.

Lillian leaned in with a smug grin and whispered, “Just think about all that hot lizard tail you’ll be rolling in.”

“Come on, shut up. Don’t say that here,” Briar mumbled, blushing furiously. They both grew up in a generation dazzled by reports of the Noxatell and their homeworld, all the positive press and interrelations made it a bit of a fantasy for them to be there. Briar studied Noxatell languages so they might live close to, if not among them.

“When I get there you better not have abandoned me for your hot new lizard wife.”

“Lillian!”

“Hehehe, alright, alright,” Lillian’s smile and teasing did ease Briar’s anxieties. If Lillian did get selected for the last colony ship there, they would be apart for eleven years, but most of that time would be spent in cryo sleep. Before Briar even woke up Lillian would be on a ship to join them. They wouldn’t really be apart for that long, and Briar could focus on making a home for them both to enjoy when she got there.

They reached the security terminal, from here Lillian could not follow. They hugged each other tight, exchanged a brief kiss before Lillian stepped back and brushed a tear from her eye, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder. “See you soon, little fish.”

“Send me a message when you get your ticket so I know how long to wait, big fish.”

“I love you. It doesn’t matter how many stars are between us, that won’t change.”

Briar hugged her tight, again, the man at the security terminal clearing his throat to get their attention. “I love you, too,” Briar whispered in her ear before stepping back and facing their future.

***

Briar’s last memory before cryo-sleep was lying back on a stretcher while an anesthesiologist asked them what they were most eager to do when they got to Hyparssis, but they passed out mid-sentence. Now their eyes fluttered open to a paneled, metal ceiling with fluorescent lights in it. A vent beside one hummed as it blew cool air over their head. Stomach pangs made them lurch in the metal and glass coffin they’d been laid in. The top had been slid down, but rather than the nurse they expected to help them stumble out, it was a Noxatell who stood over their cryo-bed.

The Noxatell had no sexual dimorphisms, but a spectrum of genders represented by their dress. This one wore a lavender skirt strung with shining beads, a sash over her chest, and ribbons tied to the tips of her spinal frills that ran from the top of her head to the tip of her tail. The rest of her head was shaped like a komodo dragon’s, down to the flick of her long, forked tongue. Her scales were an eggshell blue, except for her underbelly, which was covered in thick, heavy scaled bands of white. Her eyes, a bright hazel that reminded Briar of Lillian, were warm and her lips quivered before pursing tight together. The Noxatell equivalent of a smile.

Despite hearing countless recordings of Noxatell speech, those first sibilant hisses created a tranquil melody like the flow of a glacial stream down a mountain, which the bracelet she wore almost immediately disrupted as it loudly translated her speech into Briar’s:

“Welcome to Hyparssis, Briar Kent. My name is Vidalynn, and I have the honor of helping you acclimate to your new home.”

Briar blinked, feeling surreal about their first Noxatell contact being in a seemingly human structure. They tried to speak, but their dry throat made them gasp and cough a little.

“Ah, give your body a moment to recover from its deep sleep,” Vidalynn said as she reached into the cryo-bed. Her long, slender, webbed digits ended in claws painted a matching lavender to her outfit. They were a little cool to the touch as her fingers slipped under the back of Briar’s neck. “Let’s try sitting up. There we go. Here,” she reached for a glass on a nearby tray. “Water. Drink.”

Briar took the glass as Vidalynn pressed it to their lips and drank. A small balm to the dry sting of their throat. After they finished it, Vidalynn set it back down on the tray before offering a webbed hand. “Would you like help getting up?”

Briar nodded, realizing she might not understand that gesture, but already taking her hand. It was bigger than theirs, and as Briar stood up in their cryo-bed it finally clicked how much bigger Vidalynn was. The Noxatell were around two and a half meters tall, their average height greater than the tallest of humans. Vidalynn was no different, Briar finding Vidalynn’s size all the more imposing as they stepped out of the cryo-bed, onto a step-stool before their feet touched the cold metal floor.

Vidalynn led them to a white leather bench built next to a window that looked out over a cliff, into a wine-dark sea. A strange sight that only hammered how far from Earth Briar had come. They sat down, Vidalynn folding one digitigrade leg under the other, and Briar noted her long, raptor-like talons were also painted a polished lavender. Despite her relatively slender build, Briar had no misconceptions about how much stronger than them she must be.

“How are you feeling Briar?” Vidalynn asked, getting them to look from out the window back to their host.

Briar scratched the back of their head and said, “Um, well, I…” they trailed off when they heard from a speaker in the ceiling Briar’s words being translated for Vidalynn. They glanced around the room again, noting a plexiglass sliding door that led deeper into the facility they were in. “Where are we? Why didn’t I wake up on the ship?”

“You are in a conversion chamber. Your ship landed a kilometer from this place, and you were brought here for acclimation to the planet.”

Briar frowned. “Acclimation? I thought Sy—” Briar caught themselves before calling the planet its Earth-designated name. “I thought Hyparssis had an atmosphere compatible with humans.”

“It does,” Vidalynn said. “Rather than wake you on your ship, we bring you here so you can be readied for your life on the planet.”

Briar understood from the pamphlets and mandatory classes on the colonization process that they would be woken on the ship, assigned duties around the colony for the first ninety days before being allowed to move freely on the planet. These were assigned based on simple aptitude tests. Briar’s brow knitted as they asked, “Is there some other kind of exam I need to do?”

“Nothing like that. You simply need to wait here with me.”

“Wait? What are we waiting for?”

“Your file states that you studied Noxatell languages. Do you speak any?”

Briar shrugged. “I can’t speak them any better than other humans, but I can understand Silvertail and Cloudfin, though you’d have to speak slowly.”

She smiled and pressed a button on her bracelet, and when she next spoke, no voice offered translation: “My second cousin is Cloudfin. I speak it well.”

“Oh,” Briar licked their lips, finding them cracked and dry. “I’m a… a bit jealous, but my tongue can’t quite make the right sounds. I don’t want to offend by butchering such a beautiful language.”

She touched the bracelet again and spoke, the bracelet once again translating, “Worry not. You’ll find your tongue quite adaptable to our language soon enough.”

“I will? What is that supposed to mean?”

“It is part of preparing you for life here,” she said. “Soon the changes will begin.”

“Changes?” Briar’s anxiety began to cinch tight in their guts. “So, um, when will we be allowed to leave?”

“After you have been converted.”

“What does that mean? When will I get to see other humans?”

Her lips pursed again and she reached over, Briar flinching a little when she stroked their cheek. “Oh little Briar, I’m sorry but you won’t be seeing humans anymore.”

Briar ripped their face away from her, causing her claws to slash a fine cut across their cheek. Briar backed away until the bench hit a wall, and they asked, “What’s going on? What happened to the other humans here?”

“They were,” she bobbed her graceful reptilian muzzle, “or are, being converted to Sekassa.”

A word Briar didn’t recognize as human or from their studies of Noxatell language. They eyed the plexiglass door again, and decided to dart for it. Vidalynn did not stop them, and Briar slammed against the plexiglass, pressing a series of buttons on a panel beside the door, but it remained inert, sealed. And as they struggled to force it open Vidalynn said, “Until you have been converted to a Sekassa you cannot leave. Once you have, you will have freedom of movement.”

Briar wheeled around, pressing their back against the plexiglass until they realized the open slit in the back of the white gown they wore exposed their backside to anyone who might enter the hallway. They pushed off the door and said, “What is that? What do you mean?”

“The Sekassa are a small, servile race created through an epigenetic transformation. Originally our people reserved it as a punishment for criminals deemed irreformable.”

“But I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Perhaps you have not, but you chose to sail through space and lay claim to land that doesn’t belong to you.”

“But… but the treaty…”

“A farce we created after capturing your colony and raiding the orbitals you use to communicate with Earth. Our people determined that violent extermination of your kind only resulted in new campaigns of aggression, and without the means to properly defend ourselves from your superior spacefaring technology, we devised a method to apply the Sekassa conversion process to humans. We maintain a propaganda campaign to make Earth think our people work together with yours, but we reject any claim your race makes on our sovereignty.”

“But…” Briar wanted to protest, but a trapdoor had opened in their chest and plunged them into darkness. They grew up dreaming about being friends with Noxatell, that cooperation between their species wasn’t just possible, but a bright hope for the human race. “So you don’t like humans?” Briar blurted out, more hurt by this thought than they ever considered they could be.

“Do you even know the name of the nation that stewarded this land before you blindly ‘claimed’ it? Before you displaced its people, destroyed their homes, and nearly erased their culture?”

Briar just stared, dumbfounded that they could be made the antagonist here. “I… no?”

“The Irridescentscales,” Vidalynn said, now her lips were curled, revealing sharp white fangs as she growled, “My grandfather once had a home along these very cliffs before being killed by the wildfires caused by the afterburners of your colony ships touching down.”

“I-I’m sorry. I did not—I thought we had made reparations—”

“You did not offer them. They were taken,” Vidalynn said.

“I… I…” Briar looked down at their feet, unable to meet the Noxatell’s glare. They said, “I didn’t—none of that was my fault. Why should I be punished—”

“You are not being punished. You will be quite happy with your life here.”

“W-will I?”

“All Sekassa are very happy collaborators, and work to update our people’s technologies while maintaining our ruse with Earth,” Vidalynn said. “Would you like to see what awaits you?”

No, Briar did not want to know. Briar did not want to become this thing, but they could not think of a good reason to refuse Vidalynn without feeling like a coward, so they said, “What is, um, going to happen to me?”

“Oh, Vanessa, can you play the introduction video for Briar?”

Briar almost dropped their jaw. “Vanessa?”

“We do not take away your names or memories,” Vidalynn said before on the overhead speakers that had been translating for Briar suddenly chirped something in a Noxatell tongue Briar didn’t recognize. A panel along one wall slid open, revealing a screen that already played a video, speaking with the same gentle, feminine A.I. voice Vidalynn’s bracelet used:

“Welcome, Briar Kent, in this video we will explain the process of Sekassa transformation.” The screen flashed then displayed a finless reptile that, like the Noxatell, stood on two digitigrade legs with a slight hunch, no webbing between their fingers, with frills where their ears might be. “The Sekassa are a species created through genetic alteration. While transforming humans took a great deal of experimentation to perform safely, we have found it to be the best way to peacefully incorporate Earth’s colonists into the greater fabric of Noxatell society. When a new colony ship arrives, the passengers are injected with a chemical substance that bonds to their DNA, after another month of sleep, they are taken to a conversion chamber and woken. Once within the chamber, a special gas is released that acts as the catalyst for transformation.” A diagram of a human inside a room like Briar’s showed air being pumped into the room before the human hunched over and began to transform. “After about twenty minutes of breathing this gas, the human begins their transformation. Midway through they will begin to imprint on the Noxatell steward in the room with them, restructuring neural pathways to create a feedback loop similar to satisfying one’s hunger, where the new Sekassa will feel pleasure and nourishment from serving their Noxatell steward. This ensures the converted colonists will gladly serve the Noxatell in their mission to preserve Hyparssis’ biosphere rather than degrading and destroying it in the pursuit of wealth.”

The screen flickered off with the final images being of a Sekassa kissing the feet of the Noxatell in the room with it. Briar’s throat stung. They fought to hold back tears. They turned from the screen and asked Vidalynn, “I get no say in this?”

“Did we get a say when you decided our planet was nothing more than real estate for yours?”

Briar winced upon hearing that. They could not deny the Noxatell had a right to defend their land and homes, nor deny that the land taken in the initial wave of colonization had been stolen from them. Still, Briar put their hand to their chest and said, “Listen, my life on Earth was miserable because of the people in power. I’ve no love for them or what they did to your planet or mine. I can be a collaborator! I can help with… without…” But Briar trailed off the moment she lifted her hand to stop him.

Though the A.I. translator could not capture it, Briar recognized Vidalynn switching into a softer, gentler intonation as she said, “Reading your file, I’ve no doubt you would act differently than most of your peers, but this is simply a security risk our people will not take.”

Briar’s knees, stiff and wobbly, crumbled and they fell hard on them. Vidalynn remained comfortably sitting, watching them with what Briar hoped was a sympathetic expression. “Please, if I’d known—I swear if I knew how your people felt about ours, I would have never tried to come here. I would encourage people not to! I’d campaign to keep your, um, sovereignty—”

“Please do not beg, dear. What is done is done. The changes should begin shortly.”

Lip trembling, eyes beading with tears, Briar asked dryly, “W-will it hurt?”

“There will be some discomfort at first, then it will pass, and what comes after will guarantee you feel no regrets about coming here.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“For… for…” Why did Briar feel like a child in deep trouble with their vindictive parent? “For coming here! I shouldn’t have, humans shouldn’t have…” But Briar trailed off when Vidalynn got up. Watching her cross the room to them made Briar suddenly aware of the elegance of her stride, the way her hips, wide as her shoulders, swayed in a motion opposite to her long, sinuous tail. She knelt down in front of them, still towering over Briar as she reached down and brushed her thumb over the now dried blood that trailed down their cheek onto their neck.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” she said so quietly the bracelet almost drowned her voice out completely. Briar sucked in a breath then collapsed against her, crying. Unsure if she spoke about the cut on their cheek or what was about to happen. “You know, we get to select the Sekassa paired with us.”

Sniffling against her flat, banded abdomen, Briar muttered, “You do?” This time the speakers in the room did not pick up their voice, so they lifted their chin, finding the lights overhead eclipsed by Vidalynn’s muzzle as she looked down at them, stroking their back gently, and it struck Briar how badly, before leaving Earth, they had wanted to be singled out by a Noxatell, to be desired and understood by something nonhuman, who might better understand Briar’s inability to gel well with the greater whole of humanity.

What if the unthinkable, actually shedding their human body for another, was something Briar wanted deep down?

“You’re the fourth Sekassa paired with me,” Vidalynn said, “I originally planned not to take on any more, but after learning you studied Cloudfin, I suspected you might be so marveled by Hyparssis itself that it would be rewarding to take and reeducate you.”

Did they feel gratitude at that? Was this fluttering in Briar’s chest from her words or the first changes to their body? Hers was cool against theirs, perhaps simply a few degrees colder than a human’s. Briar found their fingers tracing the grooves of the thick scaled bands that went down her front, the soft-smooth yet firm texture calming. She smelled sweet and earthy—garden soil after a rain. Briar liked Vidalynn’s textured body, the scent of it, their fingers going from stroking her belly to slipping to her hips, the silk texture of her skirt, the sharpness of her hip bones.

“Tell me, Briar, do you find my body… desirable?”

Briar flinched away from her, crawling backwards a few paces while blubbering, “I… I don’t—we’ve just met—yo-you’re doing some fucked up shit to me and—”

“It was a simple question,” Vidalynn said while still kneeling, her tail wrapping around her legs. The spines on her frills now stood on end, the lavender ribbons tied to the spines drawn taut.

“I should be freaking out, fighting back,” Briar muttered as they jumped to their feet and rushed for the door. They smacked the plexiglass, mashed the buttons on the panel by the door. “Oh god, Lillian I’m so sorry…” Briar only noticed Vidalynn behind them when they looked back at the plexiglass door and saw her in its reflection.

“There’s no need for this, Briar. You do not need to be embarrassed.”

“W-wh-what is that supposed to mean?” Briar asked as they tried to ignore her, pressing their fingers against the seams of the door, trying to find a gap for purchase so they might rip it open.

“New Space Frontiers, the corporation that funds this colonization effort keeps surveillance tabs on their applicants, in order to anticipate security risks. You were listed as a minor one—I believe the words of the report were, ‘Might abandon post to live among Natives.’”

Briar failed to find anywhere to grab the door. They smacked plexiglass again and wheeled around before snapping, “What does that matter?”

“Their reasoning? All the little points of data showing where you consumed pornography of my people.”

Briar’s face, already a little red from crying and straining at the door, flushed so beet that Vidalynn actually laughed. A chirping series of hisses that her bracelet flatly translated to, “Laughter. Laughter. Laughter.”

But any further humiliation Briar might experience became overwhelmed by a sudden stabbing pain in their guts. They doubled over with a yelp, arms folded over their stomach. They barely heard Vidalynn say, “Oh, it’s starting, here.” She grabbed a bucket and knelt by Briar’s side, setting it under the human’s mouth. All the color once in Briar’s face drained as they fought bile in their throat. Vidalynn rubbed the small of their back as Briar hunched over and began vomiting. They should have had nothing but bile in their stomach, but a slurry of it, blood, and slippery shreds of flesh spilled into the bucket.

Vidalynn leaned against Briar’s back, scritching gently at their scalp as she whispered, “This is the hardest part. I know it hurts, but it won’t last forever.”

Briar quaked as more blood and bile and bits ejected itself from their body. Vidalynn began to hum as she continued to stroke and comfort them. Briar’s whole body felt sore, feverish, coated in sweat and weak. They could not stop Vidalynn from peeling off the gown they wore, whispering to them, “You won’t need this anymore. Just hold on a little longer.”

“Am I… I’m gonna, ugh, die…”

“Laughter. No, dear, you will be fine.”

Her laughter seemed more fond than mocking, again, like a parent this time nursing a child through their first bout with the flu. Sharp prickling pains and chills roiled through Briar one final time before becoming waves breaking on a shore, dissipating. Briar blinked, the bucket before their face the only evidence of the agony they experienced.

“That’s… that’s it?” Briar asked before gasping as the back of their hands became itchy and hot. Looking down, they saw their hands breaking out in a rash of dry, scaly skin. They rubbed at the rash, and when skin sloughed off, in its place were fine brass scales. The scales tingled as Briar ran their fingers over it, feeling the tips of their digits also slipping off in place of scales.

Vidalynn took their hand and squeezed it, thumb rubbing off more skin for scales as she hummed and said, “There we are, such a beautiful coloring, you’ll positively shine in the sunlight.”

Briar huffed, surprised at how fluttery and warm that compliment made them despite the circumstances. Those feelings deepened when Vidalynn guided their changing hand under her skirt. Briar reflexively tried to rip it away when they felt their fingers brush against the warm, flushed, swollen scales of Vidalynn’s slit. But Vidalynn did not let them, shoving Briar’s flaking palm into her slit, smearing slick arousal across it. Briar panted now, unable to stop from squeezing and rubbing that mound. Vidalynn hissed and whispered, “That’s it, pet.”

Briar shivered hearing her whisper, only noticing now how she turned off her bracelet and spoke directly to them in Cloudfin.

“I know you’ve fantasized about bodies like mine,” she said in that sultry hiss. “Taking advantage of that to pacify you, it makes me want to use you. Do you like being used Briar?”

“Y-yes…” Briar said vacantly, staring at her sash. Her scent had gotten stronger, muskier. God why did it have to feel so good and natural to submit to her? They coughed and cleared their throat before saying, “N-no this isn’t right…” but Vidalynn refused to let them pull their hand off her sex.

“Hush, do not concern yourself with right or wrong, pet.” Vidalynn stood up and returned to the sofa on the opposite end of the room. Briar watched her as scales worked like vines up the trellises of their arms. She unbuttoned the back of her skirt and dropped it on the cold steel floor before sitting down. Briar gawked as she spread her legs, scooted to the sofa’s edge, fingers gliding along her inner blue thighs to the pale cream scales of her groin, her slit swollen and dripping, the scales of her pouting nether lips blushing red.

Vidalynn stuck out a finger and gestured for Briar to come to her. They began crawling, hand over hand, both completely encased in scales with fine blunt black claws at the tips of Briar’s fingers that clicked across the steel floor. “That’s it, dear pet. Forget about everything else and just focus on my body.”

Panting, a strange yet pleasant ache radiated from Briar’s feet as they reached Vidalynn, her hands cupping their face, stroking through Briar’s curly, violet hair, only for clumps of it to fall to floor. Briar’s hair had been the one thing about their gender presentation they had always been confident in, and seeing it fallen on the metal floor triggered every internal anxiety they had about balding—throwing them back into the reality of what was happening to them.

Briar yanked away from Vidalynn’s grasp and touched the part of their scalp that tingled with newly forming scales. “No no no,” they babbled as they pulled out more clumps of their hair, fresh tears streaming down their cracking face. Skin flaked off all over Briar’s body now. Vidalynn leaned over and grabbed Briar’s head in both hands, a tight grip so when they reflexively tried to tug away they couldn’t.

“It’s okay, pet,” Vidalynn hissed softly, her eyes boring into Briar’s. “You are becoming something even more beautiful.”

“But… but…”

Vidalynn silenced Briar by pressing their lips together. Briar gasped and Vidalynn’s strong, forked tongue jabbed into their mouth, the sweet, cilantro-like taste of her saliva a shock of pleasure that made Briar shudder and moan. Sudden as she initiated, she broke the kiss, tongue trailing behind as it was dragged from Briar’s mouth to hers, leaving a glistening string of saliva connecting them until Vidalynn said, “Just focus on me, pet.”

“You… you’re…” but Briar was not sure what they even wanted to say. Something about her touch, her webbed fingers wrapped around the back of their head made the skin—scales? tingle with fresh heat.

“You are mine.”

“I’m…”

“Say it.”

“Yours… I’m yours…” Briar repeated breathlessly, excitement pouring through them to be claimed by her. The desire lanced through them with a deep ache: Briar needed to belong to her. To please and serve her. To make her happy. Briar shouldn’t… but every part of their mind felt poised to flush their body with endorphins the moment they did. Like a brain might reward its body by slaking a deep thirst.

Vidalynn released Briar and leaned back, legs spread again. The tantalizing display of her sex, its musky scent poised to lure Briar into its petals. To taste her pollen… they became an insect bound by instinct at her feet. Briar crawled closer, uncaring of how their ankles burned strangely as bone began to snap and shift. They barely noticed how their flesh rippled and contorted on their legs as they were dragged into a digitigrade design. Fresh scales began to burst onto their body with flakes of skin ejected off and fluttering like molting feathers onto the floor.

Even as their face began to burn and change like their legs had, Briar had nuzzled their scaly cheek against Vidalynn’s inner thigh. Her musk a whole springtime of rutting flowers, pungent and sharp as it flowed from Briar’s nose to their lungs, each breath of her pheromones clouding their mind further. Finally their lips pressed against her pouting nethers, the puffed up scales soft and slick with her leaking arousal. Feeling that slickness on their lips made Briar lick them, only to moan and press their maw hungrily to her slit, tongue delving deep inside Vidalynn’s sex. Briar barely noticed the changes happening to their oral muscle, or how their brow and jaw had been sliding into a new shape.

Briar’s mistress tasted sweet and sharp, an acidity to her arousal that, when their tongue probed deeper, turned saltier, savory as their now forked oral muscles slithered so deep inside Vidalynn it brushed the nubs of her hemipenes buried deep in their slit. Briar felt that firm, inner flesh twitch and throb, as if their forked tongue stirred it to life. Above them, Vidalynn sighed and scritched the back of their head, all the hair on it now fallen to the floor, replaced with the clean, scaled scalp of a Sekassa. Those twin sexes began to fill out Vidalynn’s slit as Briar’s tongue dragged along the slick, smooth flesh. They panted through their changed snout, head now sculpted to have a muzzle, a shape matching Vidalynn’s reptilian skull. It happened quick and clean as an expert potter shaping a vase from clay on their wheel.

Vidalynn’s hemipenes pressed against the tight seal Briar’s changed lips made against her slit. Briar’s now wedge-shaped muzzle closed over it, ensuring each pointed tip blossomed straight into their maw. The twin cocks salty, savory flavor accented by the sweet droplets of arousal that drooled from their tips. Briar’s cheeks filled with the firming masts of flesh only to find they could not be contained, and Briar slipped one out their mouth to focus on pleasuring the other. Merrily suckling on the shaft that parted their lips while their hand pressed the other neon blue rod against Briar’s cheek, smearing saliva and arousal on their brass cheek as they bobbed up and down.

Briar could not help but become utterly lost in the scent and taste and texture of their mistress’s sex. Vidalynn’s body this temple they needed to worship at. Their body flushed and buzzing with endorphins, mind emptied of all but the pleasure of serving her. So lost they didn’t even notice Vidalynn say something, too busy trying to swallow her shaft down their throat, finding it easy to sink it into their gullet without gagging. That slick, smooth flesh pulsing in their maw. They only relinquished their suckling when Vidalynn gently pushed on their snout to get Briar to slide backwards, that long, conical cock slowly slipping from their lips with a soft gasp. Briar only now saw the length they swallowed was bigger than anything Briar tried to force into their body before. Even the silicone toys molded after Noxatell were not the size of her. Her hemipenes stacked on top of each other, drooling and sagging under their own hefty weight.

This time when Vidalynn spoke, Briar had the presence of mind to hear her, “That’s very good, pet. You are looking more and more beautiful, you know.”

Briar took a moment to glance down at their body, touching it with a strange sense of giddiness that simultaneously felt alien—forced upon them—and all encompassing. Their legs and arms and head had completely changed, while scales still spread down from their neck over the hill of their collarbone. Further down, Briar saw what they first thought was their shrunken cock, only to reach down and grasp it, glistening arousal all around their shaft as it was sinking into newly forming folds of flesh. Their testicles had already been hauled inside their body, scrotum a pad of wrinkled flesh tugged tight to their taint.

Any horror at what happened to them became a fading concern. Barely felt over the overwhelming excitement of the changes happening to their body. As if any protest to this became utterly drowned in all the pleasure chemicals their brain kept dumping in their body. A cascade of oxytocin flooded Briar’s nervous system when Vidalynn touched their chin and guided their now slitted eyes up to hers, her claw digging into their jaw a little as Vidalynn pulled them up. “Come pet, my loins long for the warmth of your little body.”

Briar whimpered submissively at her words, finding their legs wobbly, balance uncertain in this new configuration. Briar nearly fell over, but Vidalynn caught them with a giggle. “Hehe, not that way, here,” she picked Briar up, closing her thighs and sitting them on her lap. Her broad, girthy shaft rubbed along Briar’s buttcheeks, which began to be overrun with more brass scales. Both her webbed hands wrapped completely around Briar’s waist and lifted them up, just enough that her twin hemipenes could lift up. The top one brushed against Briar’s newly formed, swollen reptilian slit, while the bottom nestled between their now changed crack.

Briar forgot to breathe, captivated by their mistress’s sultry gaze as she ordered, “Guide them both in, pet.”

Scaly fingers trembling, Briar reached down, left hand wrapping around the shaft in front, right grabbing the one in back. Both cocks throbbed hot in Briar’s grip, their tips glistening wet with arousal as Briar guided the twin tips to their swollen slit and wrinkled pucker. Briar’s head tilted back in a hissing moan as Vidalynn sank them onto her cocks. Each shaft ended in a tapered tip that made for a smooth, painless insertion, but their girth quickly ballooned in size, spreading wide Briar’s newly minted slit and ring of muscle, testing their elasticity as Vidalynn filled them out with a pleased hiss.

“So snug…” she whispered as she pushed Briar down harder. Briar did not understand how penetration could feel this good—it never had before, but even the inner walls of their asshole felt so sensitive that every press and grind of Vidalynn’s dick lit up their rear with electric pleasure that shot through their groin and up into their core. Meanwhile, they could not stop clenching their cervical floor around the tool tucked in their slit, its tip pressing up against Briar’s now nub of a cock, those remaining glans a bulb of pleasure nerves like a clitoris nested in a Sekassa slit that Vidalynn’s shaft ground into deliciously. She sheathed Briar on both hemipenes, and they collapsed against her banded chest, panting and whimpering as they were overwhelmed by the immense ambrosia of these new sensations. It sandblasted away old thoughts and feelings about their body and life, leaving in its place this body of polished brass scales electrified by the ecstasy of submission.

As Briar rested slack against their mistress, sheathed on her shafts, Vidalynn ran her painted claws down their now completely coated brass back. She hummed when reaching Briar’s tailbone, stroking slow circles along it as she whispered, “This is my favorite part. You see, the tail takes some work to get growing.” Vidalynn began to massage Briar’s tailbone, and immediately caused their hips to buck against their mistress’s lap as that pressure sent more lightning bolts through them. The inner walls of their sex and asshole clenched down reflexively as their tailbone began to tingle and burn strangely—almost as if Vidalynn rubbed aloe on sun-scorched skin, a sweetness to it that made Briar wiggle in her lap and press back into their mistress’s touch.

The smoldering in their tailbone suddenly boiled into a white hot heat that caused Briar’s back to arch and they screamed as a tail erupted from their back in an explosion of scales. Euphoria crashed across their body as the transformation completed. Briar’s inner walls clenched and rippled along the shafts inside them as their now internal testes dumped their load into Briar’s slit. The nub of their changed glans sprayed their slit with runny seed, flushing it with cascades of cum. It quickly overflowed from their slit and spilled in pearlescent strings down Vidalynn’s crotch and thighs, its odor pungent as a blooming Bradford Pear, but sweeter, less rotten.

It made Vidalynn inhale deeply as she grabbed Briar by the hips and began pumping their smaller brass body on her cocks, hissing as she did. “That scent… I knew we would be a good match but your pheromones were practically tailor made to drive me mad,” she said as her hemipenes churned up Briar’s still-clenching innards. Those walls rippled and milked the dicks drilling into their body. Each buck of their reptilian hips joining them together: Mistress and pet in shared exhilaration. Not only did Briar’s mind and body imprint upon Vidalynn, but seemed to shift all their pheromones to encourage her own appetites. She began to growl deep in her throat as her thrusts became more ragged, Briar’s slit a gooey mess of cum that smeared all over their scales, silver strings of it stretching and contorting each time she lifted and lowered their hips.

Until Vidalynn snarled and snaked her muzzle forward, fanged maw clamping down on Briar’s shoulder, her teeth punching holes in their scales. They leaned gratefully into the bite, wrapping their arms around Vidalynn, claws digging into her back as they squirmed and whined on her lap until they felt her hemipenes twitch against their gripping walls. Wet heat began to flood Briar’s insides, flushing them in fresh Noxatell cum as Vidalynn pumped rope after rope of her seed into them, claiming Briar in bite and scent and seed all at once, sealing the pair’s bond as dominant Noxatell and subservient Sekassa. It smeared all over Briar’s groin and thighs, and they could not resist the impulse to reach down and cup their slit. Briar felt each throbbing pulse as Vidalynn’s hemipenes dumped wave after wave of seed, and it spilled all over Briar’s hand and coated it.

It was every perverted fantasy of Briar’s come true, to be seeded by a Noxatell, to bathe in its blessed musky mark. Both brass hands now reached down to scoop it up and spread it on Briar’s stomach, then their neck, cheeks, till they suckled on their semen stained fingers. The flavor first a little sour, then savory and salty, thick gooey wads of protein spread across Briar’s tastebuds. Dextrous forked tongue wrapping around each digit and cleaning them. Hunger drove Briar to do it again and again until their mistress finally snarled, jerked her hips in one final ropey emission before the flood of her internal testes abated.

Briar shivered and weeped a little against their mistress, a ravenous, rapturous mess. Their tears not from the sharp, sweetly stinging pain in their shoulder, but from the intense, swirling catharsis of being claimed by their mistress. To be safe in her arms for one moment seemed worth a lifetime of service. They could not imagine existing outside her orbit, could not imagine why any human should be deprived this joy, this… enlightenment.

Carefully, shaping each word on their tongue and finding delight that they could finally enunciate them, Briar spoke in Cloudfin: “Thank you, mistress. Thank you for giving me this.”

Vidalynn finally released the bite on Briar’s shoulder and leaned back, her lips stained magenta, as even the blood in the Sekassa’s new body had changed color. She nuzzled Briar’s cheek and whispered, “Thank you, dear, for trusting me with your care.”

From behind, Briar heard the glass door slide open, and they almost cringed as two sets of clawed feet began to click-clack around the room and begin to speak in a tongue Briar did not recognize. Vidalynn held Briar to her as the new Sekassa shrank into her in embarrassment while she spoke with those that entered before brushing Briar’s cheek and telling them in Cloudfin, “We have to go now, dear. Ready to meet your new family and home?”

Briar hugged her tight one last time and said, “Eager.”

***

Vidalynn kept her face impassive as Gestala paced back and forth in his office, the human-sized desk comically small for the crimson-scaled Noxatell to sit at as he dressed Vidalynn down. “This is the second time you’ve done this Vida! You know better than to have sex with your Sekassa when they are changing. It slows everything down. You are making your kin wait even longer to be paired with their Sekassa. You do know some have traveled for weeks to be here? And you’re dragging out their journey even more.”

Vidalynn knew better to give some excuse. She simply dipped her head in deference and said, “I understand. I did not plan to do that, and it won’t happen again.”

“Mmm, you said that last time,” Gestala said, arms now folded over his chest and finned-tail raised, its tip twitching back and forth.

“We will do better.”

“You must, or we will ban you from taking another Sekassa.”

Vidalynn shrugged. “I do not expect I will take another, but if I do I promise to behave.”

Gestala huffed and waved his webbed hand. “You are dismissed.”

Vidalynn bowed, curling her tail up and over her back, the tip dipping down to touch her nose in a delicate curtsy. She exited and found both Vanessa, who accompanied her here, and Briar sitting in the hall, chattering to each other in their native language until they spotted her. Both brass and mint scaled Sekassa jumped up upon seeing her, and Vidalynn said, “We can go home now, dears.”

She reached out and took one small brass hand in her left and a mint one in her right, and both Sekassa walked with her down an empty plastic and steel hallway into a much larger and busy lobby. Along one wall sat various Noxatell waiting their turn to be called back to a conversion chamber, while up and down the room trafficked many different Sekassa. Some carried cleaning supplies, tablets with reports on the various colony ships, others wheeling on carts the different cryo-beds being taken to individual conversion chambers. Occasionally, a rhodamine Sekassa working a desk would trot over to one of the waiting Noxatell, then bow, and guide them back to the conversion chamber where they would go through a similar, though ideally less sexually charged ordeal that Vidalynn went through with Briar.

The trio crossed the lobby to a set of sliding doors that led outside. Vidalynn smiled down at Briar and asked them, “Are you ready for your first steps on Hyparssis soil?”

Briar smiled and shivered a little, “Yes! But…” their muzzle dipped down, their sinuous, shining tail drooping nearly to the floor as they glanced back into the lobby.

“What’s wrong, dear?”

“Lady Vidalynn, do you really not want any more Sekassa?” Briar asked.

She knelt down and touched Briar’s chin, getting them to meet her gaze. “Why do you ask, dear?”

“It’s just… my mate on Earth will be traveling here by now…”

Vidalynn smiled and stroked Briar’s cheek affectionately. “Would you like me to take her as well, so you can be together?”

“If it would not trouble you,” Briar mumbled. “I… I really want her to know how good it is to be bonded to you. She deserves to know.”

Vidalynn grinned. “Such a sweet thing. Of course, Lillian Kent, yes? I will send word to have her put on reserve for me, then you both can be together again.”

Briar yipped and leapt onto Vidalynn in a tight hug. She giggled and held them to her, rocking the little Sekassa as she said, “Such a sweet little thing, I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Of all the Noxatell who could have me, I’m glad it was you, my lady.”