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This story contains F/Solo and F/F sexiness involving consenting adults, and transformation related goings on in a sci-fi setting. :3

[center][b][u]Love in Many Forms[/u][/b][/center]

Travelling the galaxy was already the greatest privilege that Anita could imagine. Hitching a ride on some transport or science vessel to a far flung colony or alien world or research station from some equally distant and remote location elsewhere in barely charted space. Spending a few weeks or months there learning about the cultures, the planet or the natural phenomena being studied, then using the good will she had built up through hard work and enthusiastic curiosity to earn passage on another ship to her next location. Through that method, the human woman had seen so many incredible things over the last decade or so of her life. After departing from earth shortly following her nineteenth birthday, she had travelled freely until she was thirty years old, making countless friends along the way, sharing her time and her bed with many lovers, but never travelling with anyone. Never forging a bond that she believed would last beyond the time they were spending together in whatever location had allowed them to meet.

But then, she had met... it. Or, them? Him? Her? At first, though the entity had clearly been alive, matters such as personal pronouns had been tricky to figure out. Not only because the entity neither spoke the human common tongue nor possessed a translator device to allow it to express itself vocally in a manner that Anita could understand, but quite simply because it seemed not to possess any concept of self. That wasn't to say it wasn't conscious, it was. It was sentient. It was sapient. It was in fact the most intellectually advanced being that Anita had ever encountered. However, as it followed Anita around like a shadow in the days following their initial encounter at the spaceport, where it had oozed its way off the outer hull of a worn, beaten up scout ship that had been charting an unmapped proto-nebula, dripping onto the spaceport floor just as the human was strolling past after disembarking from her own ride here, it became abundantly clear to Anita that this entity had never encountered other organic life before.

Far from being freaked out by the idea of something so strange and [i]alien[/i] as a whole planet of independent biological entities which had thoughts and feelings and desires all of their own, and for the most-part, telepaths aside, unknown to all those around them though, the being which Anita had met in the spaceport reacted in a manner that the human woman not only understood, but which earned the being her immediate admiration and support. Curiosity.

It sought to learn. To examine, to understand, and as was key to any scientific inquiry, to seek to replicate its findings independently. Thus, Anita came to learn of the entity's true nature. It was a shapeshifter. A being which as far as she was aware, as far as it was aware had no 'natural' state, even its gooey, liquid base self being a form it had chosen after identifying the basic states of matter within the universe and deciding that it [i]liked[/i] liquids. A being not just without its own form, but again, even without its own sense of self. When it was in the shape of a rock, it was a rock. A conscious rock that knew it could change form at will, but... still, a rock. Then, when it changed from a rock to the dispersed fragrance of sulphur and peaches in a gaseous vapour state, it was an entirely different individual. Yes it possessed the memories of having been a rock, but it wasn't a rock, and couldn't imagine being a rock, because it was a cloud of vapour.

At least, that was true in the beginning of their time together. Because as the entity studied Anita, as it studied the world around her and the human's interactions with it, as it transformed into her, and as she sought to explore the world in the same joyous, boldly curious manner that Anita explored it, the entity came to develop some preferences of its own, as well as picking up some of Anita's habits and adopting them, even when it was no longer inhabiting her form.

Little by little, the entity began to express her own sense of individuality between forms. An identity that remained, that lingered regardless of whether she was a mote of protoplasm resting on the edge of a doorway, a mycelial mat beneath a forest, a five pound block of lead, or a cute, chubby bipedal humanoid with features and fur that resembled an earth species known as [i]Vulpes vulpes[/i], or more commonly as a red fox. She became an individual. She [i]chose[/i] to become an individual, at least for the time being, and in doing so she decided on several aspects of her self which informed the nature of her ongoing relationship with Anita, the human who had mentored her in conscious existence.

She chose to follow the human gender convention and identified herself as female, for though gender was an entirely arbitrary distinction, it was how Anita identified herself, and she liked Anita. She chose to match her human adopted gender with anatomy akin to that which Anita also possessed; sex characteristics which at some point in human history had been tied by societal pressure and prejudice to matters of gender too. There was no such consideration in mind when she picked her anatomy though. Instead, once again, it was just a matter of preference. She gave herself breasts because she enjoyed lying her head down against Anita's chest, and wished to return the favour in kind, though on an average day hers were often smaller than Anita's own so as to not require additional clothing to support their mass. And between her legs, she gave herself a vagina. A cunt, as Anita had first introduced it to her. Not because she felt it was a particularly sophisticated anatomical structure, not because she had any feeling that because she had breasts and had chosen she/her pronouns she should therefore have a cunt to create some sort of matching set of ancient cisgender norms. No. Her reason for choosing a cunt was her own, and it was quite simple.

Because it looked and sounded very, very fun when Anita put things, objects such as her fingers or seemingly purpose made recreational devices, against or inside of it.

And indeed, upon trying it for herself for the first time, she developed another aspect of understanding regarding her core self.

She liked sex. Not the chromosomal genetic coding which determined the phenotype of an individual at birth. Not the act of reproduction required by some species to blend cellular material and create a new, distinct individual through genetic recombination. But, the colloquial form of sex in the way that Anita most frequently used it. Fucking and sucking. Getting off. Flicking the bean. Humping the nearest thing of appropriately adult age that could move and consent to sharing in such activities.

For many forms which possessed sexual reproductive organs, sex had evolved as a trait that was desired, encouraged in order to pass on genetic material and continue the lineage of the parental generation. And thus, as a fairly frequent side effect of that selection pressure, sex felt good. It felt very, [i]very[/i] good, and if you had more of it... more sex, more often in more different ways, it didn't stop feeling good, it didn't grow less effective, it just kept on producing that same incredible set of physiological responses, again and again and again.

After experiencing her first indulgence of sexual gratification, a solitary, masturbatory experience using a very simple toy that Anita had allowed her to borrow, known as a [i]vibrator[/i] due to its internalised unstable motor, causing a rapid and intense shaking of its outer casing when activated, the entity had longed for more. She had longed to climax again, in different ways, with different bodies whose anatomy might well experience the resulting stimulation in newly enjoyable variations. Beyond that though, something she could easily have accomplished alone that very day, the shapeshifting entity had wanted to try something else. Something which, entirely unprompted, had crossed her mind in the midst of her masturbation.

She wanted to be the cause of someone else's pleasure. Someone else's orgasm. Because, she had come to understand that doing nice things for other people was a valued aspect of being an individual who existed within the vast majority of social systems across the known galaxy, and if sex was such a fun and pleasurable thing to do alone, then sharing it with someone else out of a desire to make them feel good must surely have been an appealing concept to many creatures of many different species!

At that point, there was just one more obstacle standing in her way. One thing she felt as though she needed to do in order to be able to fully integrate with other individuals and enjoy having sex with them.

She needed a name. A name of her own. Not borrowed from someone else, not inspired by someone else's individuality. She needed a name that was so synonymous with her sense of self that when she heard it, she wouldn't even consider that it could be being uttered in reference to anything or anyone else.

And that was when everything changed, both for the entity and Anita.

That was when all the entity's plans for crossing the galaxy to seek out the most enthralling sexual experiences with the most exotic biological life came crashing down around her before she could even have sex with a single other individual, all because of a single, sincere question her human friend and teacher asked her in that moment.

"I hope the nickname I've been calling you all this time hasn't seemed inappropriate or... y'know, insensitive to your individuality. I never thought of it that way, but, maybe I should have. I just..."

The entity, currently sitting cross legged on the kitchen table of the apartment which Anita had rented during her stay here, a stay which had been greatly extended thanks to the time the human had invested in teaching her about the world, furrowed her brow. The brow of her plump, bipedal fox shaped body, so fluffy that it required no clothing, though she noted that her fur was a slight impediment to easy clean-up after sexual activity, the fur on her hands and around her crotch still damp and somewhat matted after her most recent bout of masturbation. She tilted her head to one side in what she had picked up as a gesture of curiosity and uncertainty from Anita's culture back on Earth, and smiled curiously at the human.

"My... nickname?"

Anita raised a dark haired eyebrow in a questioning gesture of her own.

"Yeah. Mirri. Y'know? Short for Myriad. A dumb pun, I know. Like I said... if it was inappropriate for me to ever give it to you, to not ask you if you wanted to pick a name sooner..."

Anita's voice trailed off as she watched the vixen's eyes widen, and the entity mouth a single word on her lips without uttering a single sound.

She repeated it a moment later though, this time in a soft whisper.

"Mirri."

A soft smile flickered at the corners of her muzzle.

"Mirri."

Her tail twitched. Her ears perked up. She giggled, and before Anita could react in any way herself, the vixen reached out and clasped both of the human woman's hands between hers.

"You've... you've called me it so many times. But, it was so natural... so... so innate, when I heard it, I didn't even register that it was a [i]nickname[/i]. It was just... me. Myriad. Mirri. Me. I'm... I am... Mirri."

She giggled again. She laughed, warmly, gleefully.

"I'm Mirri! Anita, I... I'm Mirri! That's me! That's my name, it's who I am!! I'm Mirri and I... I..."

Before she knew it, Mirri was scrambling forward off the table. Before she knew it, the vixen was sitting on the lap of her human companion, occupying her thighs upon the chair on which Anita in turn was seated. Anita's eyes were wide, her cheeks were flushed beneath her tanned skin, and Mirri could read a hundred interwoven emotions within the human's expressive face and eyes, though a few rose high above all the others. Awe. Nervousness. Hope. Desire. And... one other. The most intense of all, and a feeling which, though she had to be taught it from scratch, Mirri had never had any trouble understanding or feeling, because right from the start, after all the help and support and patience which Anita had shown to her, this wanderlust prone human who had settled down on a single world for [i]two years[/i] in order to teach a truly alien entity how to exist as part of the universe... she hadn't been able to help but feel it for Anita in abundance.

Love.

Deep, overwhelming love.

"I love you, Anita."

Mirri whispered as she drew on all that she had learned, all she had come to understand, and finally found herself ready to put it into practice.

"I... Mirri, I think I am [i]in[/i] love with you. And... even though I had so many plans, plans to... to explore the universe, to share and experience sex a million different ways with a million different sapient biological entities each as unique and beautiful as you or I..."

The vixen's soft, rounded face leaned in close to the human. The human who had given so much to her. Who had loved and cherished and taught her so openly, without shame, without judgement, without boundaries when it came to the shapeshifter seeking to know the most intimate and graphic details of how human biology functioned. And yet, the human who had never spoken the truth of her feelings for the entity to her. Who had never dared to tell her dear friend, her beloved Mirri how much she had come to love her. To be [i]in[/i] love with her. Because, how could she ask Mirri to love her back, when it was so clear that this incredible entity had such curiosity, such love and passion to share with the entire galaxy and beyond?

Only... now, everything was different.

"I think I just want to have sex with you."

Mirri murmured as her nose bumped against the human's own.

"I think I want to explore the universe with you, and as we travel, as we see alien sunsets and the death of stars and perhaps venture to our death on worlds unknown together... I think, n-nh... no. I know, even though it's selfish... even though I could bring so many creatures such happiness by having sex with all of them, I just want to have sex with you a million times over, in a million different ways, each as unique and beautiful as... as the way you're looking at me, right now. As the way you're scratching my ears..."

The vixen giggled as she felt Anita's fingers caressing the sides and top of her head, stroking, fondling, scratching adoringly at that spot just behind the backs of her pointed ears which always felt so, so nice.

"As unique and beautiful as your smile... right now, when I'm about to kiss you for the first time, and then use this body... [i]my[/i] body, to make you climax so hard, so blissfully, I'll get to hear you calling out my name."

By Jeeves