[Episode 230419] [Episode 230419]
It had been almost a full Earth standard day since the strange dream she'd had, and waking up in time to be embarrassed by Afura. Since then, everything seemed to have calmed down a bit. Though she'd had the urge to go out and buy some makeup for some reason.
She'd just had this sudden feeling that her nails and lips needed to be black. There was a slight green-black eyeshadow applied now as well.
It wasn't satisfying, for some reason, but it was all she could really do right now.
****
Light years away, Nanami flipped through the channels on the television irritably. Several seperate tensions still working on her from different directions.
Chief amongst those were the since of nearby danger, a worry for others and a rebuilding sexual desire.
The girl she'd converted yesterday had spiked in confusion and terror a few hours ago, perhaps thirty mintues after Kodachi and Ranma went looking for her. Now there was practically nothing coming out of her.
"Gotta stop worrying," she told herself. "Gotta think about something else."
The TV wasn't working, so she was letting herself engage in some sexual fantasizing.
She absolutely didn't let herself think about Ranma. She knew without a doubt that would bring him running since he was just waiting for her to give in, something she wasn't quite ready for.
Not yet.
To her surprise she almost started fantasizing about Kodachi. Until she realized that would bring her running too, and she really wasn't ready for a physical sexual encounter with another female.
Again, not yet.
Strangely, the image of the girl she'd converted came next. But that image was slippery and hard to lay hold of. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as that dream yesterday had been.
If she had known why, she would have probably stopped herself right there.
Celes was in a defensive posture both telepathically and physically. Imagining her was no better or worse than a human imagining some attractive figure and pleasuring themselves. And it wasn't strong enough to shut out the worries and fears she was trying to escape.
Moving on to Makoto was the same. Somewhere, the young man was awake and checking on Ifurita, not asleep and mind open to easy location by a friend. Nanami would have to know what she was doing consciously and make an effort to reach him right now, and she wasn't concentrating hard enough to do that.
Then she started to imagine Shayla-Shayla. The woman she was in the middle of pleasuring during her dream when it was interrupted.
The woman she had successfully and unconsciously changed at least mentally. Unlike Makoto, who was still thinking on a human, or possible machine, wavelength. Shayla-Shayla shared a channel with Nanami and the hybrid collective now.
She was a beacon, a familiar beacon and easily found by someone who wasn't even really trying.
****
Shayla-Shayla looked into the mirror, frowning and trying to work through the impulse that had convinced her to make herself up like this.
It was attractive for some reason she couldn't lay a finger on, though it had driven Afura into something of a giggling fit when she'd first seen it.
The pyrokinetic was still trying to figure out when the image of a black-skinned Nanami faded into view in front of her between Shayla and the mirror. Though without appearing in the mirror.
Before Shayla could say anything, the image shifted forward pushing into her. She felt the slick black skin of Nanami's breasts press against her own, and felt the black lips meet her own painted ones.
To someone else, it looked merely like Shayla backed up into the tile wall, but they weren't party to the signals being sent to her neurons.
Nanami's tongue dueled eagerly with Shayla's and the red-head could feel the worry and repressed terror in Nanami's mind, and reached out to comfort the other girl, slipping an arm around the mental image.
****
Nanami shivered as what she took to be her own imagination slipped hands down her back soothingly and leaned into her. She was trying to gasp but couldn't around the imagined pressure of Shayla's tongue in her mouth.
This was easily the most intense fantasy she'd had. It reminded her more of what she felt on the edge of Kodachi and Ranma's lovemaking. Though in those cases, she was shielding herself and they were trying to be polite and keep her out as well.
If Nanami didn't know better, she'd have sworn that she was right in the room, some bathroom that was a mix of hers and another, with the red-headed fire-starter.
Desperately she traced her arms over Shayla's form, her tail wrapping around them both. Until it slipped into Shayla's back.
****
Shayla gasped at the return of the brief pain that had come just before the previous dream had been interrupted. The pain faded quickly as a warmth seemed to spread through her mind and body.
Physically, nothing changed, but Shayla's mind reveled as she imagined her skin turning slick and black and a long tail erupting out of her lower back. Nanami's stinger retreated and the two mental tails moved toward caressing each participant in the mental bonding.
Shayla's shirt tore under her own hand, which also pulled down the bra underneath, baring her breast. The red-head would have sworn that Nanami pulled it down, not her.
She started to moan in a restrained manner as the imagined mouth of her partner moved down to that open breath and started to suckle.
****
Shayla tasted wonderfully, Nanami decided, mentally imagining herself pushing into the other and enjoying the newly slick feel of Shayla's hybrid skin and the brush of the tails against each other.
Momentarily she fanned, in her mind, back up to Shayla's neck and left a hand to caress the breast as she licked and kissed the sensitive flesh under the chin.
The "imaginary" Shayla responded in a surprsing way as fingers reached down to find Nanami's petals and started vigorously playing at them.
****
The scream of passion that Shayla heard was only audible to her and Nanami.
From there, Shayla took the aggressive route, pushing Nanami onward, crushing the minds of both together as bursts of pleasure erupted all over each of their bodies.
Knowing that Afura might be around somewhere, Shayla kept her own sounds of passion firmly within her own mind, easily perceptible to Nanami, and even enhanced by the containment. But each time she drove the fantasy-alien Nanami into an orgasm, her smile grew a bit broader.
Then they started to come down, ease down from the highs of passion. Strangely, as much control as she'd taken at the end, Shayla found herself easing slowly into Nanami's bosom, weary beyond words.
If they'd been aware that it was a real connection rather than just a random fantasy, that would have made some sense given Nanami's stronger mind, but as it was, it seemed a bit out of place to both girls.
Nanami was not fresh, though, it took a lot of effort to reach across the galaxy like that, and the limits of her ability were coming now. And slowly the "fantasy" faded away.
Though now there was a bond between the two as strong as had been between Kodachi and Ranma after their third sexual encounter on the Beagel.
The image of Nanami gone, Shayla found herself panting and a growing echo of something she just knew.
Nanami was alive, something most had thought hopeless. She wasn't alone, there were friends with her, but there definitely was danger.
Nanami had been certain of it and hiding from it in Shayla's presence.
Shayla's mind told her all this had to be a dream, a fantasy. But it gnawed at her.
"What the hell is going on with me," she wondered outloud.
****
Kodachi blinked and looked toward the ship and then toward Ranma as she felt a much relieved Nanami's presence return to the background of their mind.
The clone knew Nanami had a much stronger telepathic ability than they did, but it had worried her when Nanami had simply left from awareness save as a very, very distant presence.
The feeling, not words, she got from Ranma was a similar level of relief. And they both went back to looking for the girl Nanami had converted, someone Kodachi strongly suspected was the girl she'd had helping her out while shopping before.
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