Xora2 - Dangerous Game
by Brandy Dewinter
Chapter 1 - "Rough Duty"
"Damnit, Ti, you're gonna make me late!" I snapped at the image in
the mirror.
"Hold still," the voice in my head said.
No, I wasn't crazy, though I did hear a voice in my head. Well, no
crazier than might be expected since I'd been possessed by an alien. Um,
maybe I better start over, that sounded even worse.
I am Lieutenant Commander Xora. Or was. Maybe the right description
is that I am indeed Commander Xora, but the Commander Xora that exists
now was not the one who had existed a few weeks ago. Did that make any
sense? Probably not. It had only been that few weeks since I had been
joined with my symbiont, Titania, and we were still working out the
details of our relationship. Translation: Titania was still trying to
run every detail of my life, and I was trying to, um, what? Retain some
sense of my previous life? I had been a sedentary computer technician
when the call had come for me to be, well, possessed by one of the
mysterious symbionts. Since our joining, I had been assigned as a
Federation field agent. That part was all improvement, even though my
first mission had been, um, unpleasant at times.
The part of this symbiosis that was not an improvement, though, was
that Titania had decided I should have the appearance of a beautiful
woman. What's wrong with that? Well, for starters, I had been born a
man. It was still a surprise every time I looked in the mirror and saw
something out of my fantasies match each move I made. Several fantasies,
in fact. It seemed that Titania's powers included deliberate and
extensive control of my body chemistry, as well as a sort of body-suit
effect where she could squeeze or expand parts of my body at will. Her
will, of course.
She also had the ability to control her own coloration, which was why
we were going to be late to our appointment with our boss, Admiral Jones.
In the last few moments my apparent clothing had changed from red to black
to blue to green in rapid succession as Titania tried out different
combinations.
"There," she said in my head, "that should do it." She had stopped
with green, shiny and literally skin tight since she actually *was* my
skin and had just changed her own coloring.
"I still think the skirt should be longer," I grumbled. "Or better
yet, why not give my some pants?"
Titania's voice took on the tones of a mother once more lecturing a
slow child, "Now, Xora, you agreed that you needed to get used to wearing
women's clothes, since it will be expected on a lot of the planets you
might have to visit."
"Women's clothes are not limited to skirts that barely cover my, um,
. . . " Then I tried to change the subject and said, "Did you say you
were done playing with my outfit?"
"Yes, at least for now," Titania answered.
"Good, let's go," I said, trying to move toward the door. I didn't
get very far.
"Damnit, Titania, you promised not to do that lockup thing on me
again!"
"Well, I said I wouldn't do it except in emergencies," she said.
"And leaving with your hair looking like that would be a disaster."
"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked, looking back into the mirror.
It cascaded to my waist in tumbling waves, just like always. Since hair
is mostly protein, Titania had stored the excess material from my original
body (so, all right, I had been fat) as a thick mass of gleaming dark
hair.
"It doesn't go with the green, silly," Ti said. Then she showed what
she meant by shifting my hair color several notches toward red. I had to
admit, it went well with the green outfit which, as I looked a little more
closely, set off my green eyes rather well. Hmm, I wonder how many other
women could change their outfits to match their eyes.
Oh, God, I did it again. Thinking about "other women". I was still
a man, deep down where I lived. I had to remind myself of that more and
more often lately.
"Okay, now can we leave?" I asked.
"Just another second," she promised. "Step closer to the mirror."
I did as she said, and looked at the tall, shapely woman I saw there.
Very shapely, unfortunately for me. The first really successful symbiont
pairing had been between an established Federation field agent, Tryx, and
her symbiont, Bee. Tryx had been the one to arrange my own pairing based
on my high psi rating, a characteristic she shared. It turned out that
Bee and my Titania were members of the symbiont royalty, which was part of
the reason Tryx and I were so much more successful than most pairings.
However, Tryx also had some, um, unconventional tastes, including a
desire for really tight corsets and absurdly high heels. There was also a
bit of competitiveness between Bee and Titania, so when Bee helped Tryx
achieve an impossibly spectacular figure, Titania decided to do the same
for me. Did I mention that she tried to run every detail of my life?
Anyway, the woman in the mirror had one of the most impressive figures I
had ever seen (there was only one comparable in fact - Tryx), tiny little
waist set off by, uh, well, let's just say that there was ample storage
volume, um, volumes for any spare materials Titania needed to work her
biochemical magic. Like I said, a fantasy woman. Never mind that I
couldn't breathe in the corset and couldn't walk in the heels and couldn't
see my feet anyway, because of the, uh, storage volumes. Titania didn't
mind, and that seemed to be all that mattered.
"What now?" I asked, when nothing seemed to be happening.
"Look at your face, dummy," Titania said.
I looked at the huge green eyes, well-defined cheekbones, and full
lips of the woman in the mirror and tried to figure out what was wrong.
Since Titania had to look through my eyes, I usually had at least some
insight into what she wanted to do. In a moment, I noticed. She was
tinting our eye shadow more toward the copper colors to continue the
accent of our green eyes. A subtle shift brought a bit more rose to our
cheeks, and a bit less tan.
"There, that should just about work," Titania said smugly. The tawny
redhead in the mirror smiled in appreciation, then her long eyelashes
drooped and her lips parted just a bit.
"Naughty, naughty," Titania laughed in my ear. "You're still letting
those embedded reflexes from the call girl disk slip out whenever you
remember that you're pretty."
"Uh, yeah, I guess you're right," I admitted, but surely it was only
because my mane had fallen forward that I tossed all that hair around as
we finally made our way to the door. I was moving easily in my own
towering heels, thanks to a hypno disk I had absorbed with the requisite
skills. Unfortunately, I didn't know what other skills call girls had
needed when I chose that training disk. Some of the other, um,
specialties had left me with a blatant sensuality that was *not* something
I had wanted.
The trip to the Admiral's office was reasonably uneventful. Two guys
collided and dropped a stack of data disks. One computer tech spilled
coffee on himself. Two young women interrupted their conversation to send
the most deliciously-jealous glares my way. All in all, about typical
when I walked the corridors. At least Titania's continued experimentation
with my appearance, along with her admittedly spectacular success to date,
kept people from ignoring me like they had ignored the old Xora.
Admiral Jones' robosec told me to go right on into his office, but
when I entered I found he was on the screen with other business. I let my
hips swivel around the corner of his desk and leaned back where I could
see who was talking with the Admiral.
It was Commander Tryx. The image behind her showed a beautiful
beach with sugar-white sand and tall, cool palms. The water was the
richest emerald green I had ever seen and I found myself thinking how
nice it would look as a backdrop for my red hair. Damnit, gotta stop
that! Ti is the one who wants to look pretty, not me.
Admiral Jones hadn't even looked up when the door whooshed open to
admit me, but when I got where I could look over his shoulder at the
screen, Tryx's eyes widened at my new appearance. She interrupted herself
to ask, "Is that you, Xora?"
"Yep," I said. Admiral Jones swiveled around to look at me, too.
Funny thing about the Admiral, when he blushes, it shows as much on his
bald head as on his cheeks.
*I told you this skirt was too short,* I snarled mentally at Titania
when I saw where his glance had frozen.
She just laughed and said, "Not a bit. It seems about perfect for
catching Jonesy's interest."
*We're not after a man's interest,* I insisted.
"Well," she said, "it worked pretty well on Tryx, too. And one of
these days we're going to have a man, if I have to hold your breath until
you turn blue to make you."
*You wouldn't dare!* I hissed at her.
Before she replied (and probably good for me that she didn't feel
compelled to prove me wrong), Tryx fiddled with her scanner a bit,
expanding the image to show more than just her face. She was indeed on a
beach. Apparently, her idea of the proper uniform of the day had started
out with a teeny little bikini. Which had then shrunk.
Admiral Jones noticed the motion in the screen, and looked back at
his other agent, then back at me, then just closed his eyes for a long
moment. "Two of them," he muttered. "Whatever did I do to deserve two of
them?"
He took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and concentrated on
looking into the deep blue of Tryx's eyes. "Tryx, despite this
distraction, the basic point still remains. You are spending entirely too
many credits on this assignment. And taking too long."
*A distraction, am I? I'll show him distraction,* I thought. Some
of Titania's sense of competition with Bee must have been leaking over
into my own reactions.
Tryx responded to the admiral's comment with a laugh and toss of her
own blonde mane, "Why Jonesy, you approved this cover story yourself. The
best way to find the jewel smugglers was to act like one of the idle rich.
That's what I've been doing."
Jonesy was not convinced, "Idle is right. According to your reports,
all you've done is lay around the beach during the day, and party every
night. And you've been spending a fortune on gowns. Even that, uh,
swimsuit cost an unbelievable amount of credits."
"Gee, Jonesy," Tryx said coyly, while taking an impressively large
breath, "they don't sell these based on the weight of material, you know."
"Sort of an inverse relationship, it would seem," I murmured, just
loud enough for them both to hear.
Tryx's clear soprano caroled out in a laugh and she said, "I'm glad
you like it, Xora darling. I must say, your new look is quite, um, cute."
Then she laughed even harder as I started to make a sharp reply. She
interrupted me and said, "Actually, Xora, it looks really good on you.
I'm glad you and your symbiont are adapting so well to each other."
Jonesy sighed again as his meeting got even further out of control.
He tried to get back on track by asking Tryx, "When do you think you'll be
done?"
Tryx looked serious for a moment and answered, "Truly, Admiral, I
have been making progress. I have spent a bit of time with three of the
four candidates we identified as smuggler points of contact. I have a
meeting with the last one tonight. I've dropped enough hints of interest
in new and unusual jewelry, along with enough credits on new fashions that
I'm sure I'll be approached soon."
"Very well," Jonesy concluded, "but I'm thinking seriously of having
this mission deducted from you vacation allowance."
Tryx snickered, but didn't really argue. Some assignments are
definitely tougher than others.
"Enjoy your date," I called as she reached for the cutoff. She
blushed, but giggled and nodded to me.
"When are you going to give *me* an assignment like that, Jonesy?" I
asked, still leaning on his desk.
He seemed to have a bit of trouble getting his gaze up to meet my
eyes. When he did, he found a grin that came right out of the hypno disk.
Serves him right, the horny old goat. The blush on the top of his head
flared with fresh heat as he tried to push his chair back enough to get a
little more distance between us.
Titania whispered to me, "Like I said before, he'd be a good choice.
Keep flirting and we'll find out what sex is like, yet."
*I was NOT flirting with him,* I insisted, but Titania's mental sniff
indicated she was not convinced. Well, maybe I wasn't either. Flirting
to get his attention back on me was only fair, after that bikini that Tryx
was almost wearing. I took an unnecessarily deep breath of my own and I
swear that Jonesy's eyes crossed.
"Ahem," he said, trying to recover, "actually, this assignment *is*
just a bit like Tryx's."
"Oooh, tell me more," I purred.
"It, um, well, the, uh," he stammered to a stop, took a deep breath,
and started over. "It seems you have developed a bit of a reputation
among certain circles, based on your performance on Machovia."
I stood up and stepped back sharply. "No way! I am NOT going
somewhere else to be somebody's bondage toy."
"No, nothing like that," he assured me. "It's because of your
athletic prowess, nothing more. The planet Teton has a strong cultural
interest in athletics. They share that with Machovia, but not the
chauvinistic attitude toward women. Still, they have heard of your race
with the Machovian, um, . . "
He paused, looking for the word. I supplied it to him with a sneer
at the memory, "Ponygirl."
"Right, ponygirl champion. The Tetons were impressed that a
Federation field agent, with no prior training, could win a race like
that. They're having their annual sports contest next week and asked if
you could come as a representative of the Federation Navy."
"To compete?" I asked.
"No, though I imagine there might be some exhibitions or something.
Apparently demonstrating fitness is something of a planetary mania.
Still, only members of their own society actually compete for prizes."
I relaxed a bit and said, "So, all you want me to do is go to this
planet for some sort of diplomatic thing? Maybe join in a few friendly
games of some sort? There better not be anything demeaning, like
Machovia."
He reassured me again, "No, not at all. If anything, it would seem
the Tetons place their women, at least the athletic ones, on a bit of
a pedestal. Apparently there will be some sort of reception in your
honor hosted by a, uh, Kommissar Sstton, and I already made sure you can
decline with no loss of face from any contests you don't think you'll
enjoy."
Titania whispered in my ear, "There's something else going on, here.
At first I thought he was still aroused by your flirting. But that's not
it. His respiration and heart rate spike when he's talking, not when he's
looking at your assets. I think he's lying to you. Or at least, not
telling you the whole truth."
*Thanks, Ti,* I thought to her, then said out loud to Jonesy, "Tell me
the rest of it."
Jonesy jerked at my demand, glancing down to avoid my eyes. This
didn't really help since "down" had distractions of a different sort. But
I just waited, not letting myself become lost in considerations of the
other, um, opportunities.
"Very well," he said. "I was going to tell you before you left, but
I wanted you to approach this mission with a positive attitude."
"It'd be a lot more positive if I were sure I was told everything I
needed to know," I snapped.
"Yes, well," he said, then looked directly at me. "Please believe me
when I say that the secondary purpose is not meant to be risky in any way.
It seems, though, that there have been a series of disappearances of
Teton women. It's an internal crime issue and as such the Federation
cannot interfere. However, I have secured an agreement from the
investigator in charge, Inspector Darius, that you will get a chance to,
uh, 'observe' the investigation while you are there. If you can help them
out, it will do a lot to improve our relations the next time we *do* have
an official reason for intervening in their planetary business."
"So, in addition to parading around as the Federation's star athlete,
I'm expected to solve some sort of serial murder?"
"No, you're *not* expected to solve it," Jonesy asserted. "You're
just expected to show interest, and support. If you can help at all, that
will be a benefit to them and to us."
Titania urged me to, "Ask him if there are any other Federation field
agents available, since we haven't completed standard training yet."
"Surely there are fully-trained agents available," I said.
Now Jonesy looked uncharacteristically embarrassed. As opposed to
the usual embarrassment Tryx and I seemed to cause, that is. He paused,
then said, "None that have been invited to attend."
"He's hiding something again," Titania said. I nodded mentally. It
was pretty obvious. Then I realized what it was all about.
"It's specifically *because* I'm not trained that you want me to go,"
I said. "If I embarrass myself by bumbling around uselessly, then you can
excuse it because I'm not even trained, yet. On the other hand, if I
stumble into something, you can crow about how even partially-trained
field agents are wonderfully competent. That's it, isn't it?"
He nodded. Then he stood up, resumed his command demeanor and said,
"But that doesn't mean the rest of the invitation is invalid. You will
get a chance to be praised, and attend a few nice parties. I honestly
think you deserve it after your last assignment. Will you go?"
He was a pretty big man, actually, and not fat despite what would
seem to be a job as sedentary as my old assignment. And that command
presence was, well, impressive. My body was impressed, at any event.
*Damnit, Ti, not NOW!* I demanded, trying to ignore the hard points
that had popped into sharp relief in my skin-tight pseudo-uniform. And
the other sensations that were flooding through me.
"Not me, girly," Titania claimed. "You're doing all of that on your
own."
Well, wherever they were coming from, the sensations that I was
feeling were certainly distracting.
"Um, yeah, sure, I'll go," I stammered to Jonesy while I tried to get
myself back under control. Not that Ti was helping, of course, even if
she wasn't actively making things worse.
I took a deep breath, which provoked a small grunt from Jonesy
showing that he was not entirely unaffected by *my* presence either, and
nodded more confidently. "It should be fun."
Perhaps the swivel in my hips when I walked around the desk was a bit
exaggerated, but then I was wearing those silly heels so it *might* have
been justified. In any event, I swayed my way toward the door only to be
held by Jonesy's voice.
"Commander Xora," he said causing me to turn back to look at him.
"Why, Admiral Jones, are we back to being formal again?" I asked,
letting a pout form on my lips.
He just sighed again, though the blush was back on the top of his head.
Then he said, "Symbiont agents are officially in the Research and Sciences
branch. Your uniform needs to be blue."
"Blue?" I repeated stupidly.
"Of course. I expect you to meet uniform regulations, at least when
you are officially representing the Federation. I'm not rigid on such
things here in the base, of course, but this is an official invitation
from this High Poobah Sstton."
"Very well," I said, then thought to Titania, *Can you do this right
away?*
"Sure," she said. Looking down, I saw my uniform shimmer to a dark
blue, though it remained just as painted-on tight.
"Will that do?" I asked, slowly pirouetting so that Jonesy could
see all aspects of my new uniform.
He didn't quite drool. Too bad.
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