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PLANETARY AGENTS 3: Tentacles of Doom CHAPTER 4 LAST EPISODE: Something with nasty tentacles has been killing off the big-name scientists, and the next target is a high school teacher. Our heroine has now spent her first week in high school, but the weekend has finally come. Now she is finally free to engage in the dream of every high school girl: Role Playing Games! "Okay, everyone have their characters? Download them to the stage." Esker was the Stage Director. "I still need to generate a character," I reminded him. "Well, we're pretty far along in the campaign to add a new person." "We could use one of the existing women." Doug got a leer on his face. "Oh, yeah! I know who I'd suggest!" I looked him straight in the eye. "Douglas Winrow, I owe you BIG TIME. As the first part of my debt, I'll tell you what: I put myself in your hands. Make of me what you will, Svengali." Doug's eyebrows went way up into his hairline. "For real?" "I am in your hands, noble knight." "Hey, how did you know I was... oh, just theatrical usage, right." He chuckled evilly and then rubbed his hands together. "Okay, but remember, you asked for it!" Stano was starting a snorting sort of laugh, so I gave him the eye. "Okay, what's up?" "Well," (snort!) "two weeks ago, we ran into this winged tree dryad. Turns out she was a thief, trying to pickpocket Sir Robert's vial of super wealth, but he had already donated that to the orphanage." "Yeah, the loser!" "And instead -" (snort!) "-she ended up glugging down the formula we haven't identified yet. Turns out it was a Cupid's Curse. Now she can't keep her hands off him!" I faced Doug. "Is this true?" "Hey, you DO owe me. And you SAID I could have my way with you. Heh, heh, heh." "Oh, don't worry," I said, too sweetly. "I wouldn't 'dream' of backing out of it. I just want you to consider what you might be letting yourself in for." "Ha! Too late! Your pad is now linked in to the unnamed dryad thief." Esker connected in my dataplaque and I studied my character. "Hmm, I'll need a name. From now on, I'll be Aeyoelle." The truncated cone in the center of the room lit up, and we saw our characters appear. My dryad was wrapped around the plate-clad form of Sir Robert. The stage ran through a brief synopsis, including one scene where the dryad girl had started to disrobe, to get Sir Robert's attention. Gosh, boys will be boys, won't they? Poor fools. They were about to learn that it's not nice to tease mother nature. "Sir Robert," I called, manipulating my character to move appropriately, "I beg you, one last time, consider my request. Please! Make me yours, in any way you care to! How I yearn for your touch, the stroke of your hand! I require no commitment. I know I have no call on your honor. I simply beg that you will consent to let this maiden know, if only for a single night, the joys that I'm sure you could bestow!" "Woo!" Esker breathed. Stano and Larry just stared at me. I licked a finger and drew a mark in the air. Score one for the girl. "Uh, fair maid," Doug spoke, somewhat shakily, "though you tempt me near to the breaking point, my honor requires me to refuse. Once this curse is lifted from you, ask me then, and perhaps I'll be able to respond differently." I let out a sob. "Still he refuses me! There is nothing left to live for. I will end this travesty of life by throwing myself into the Feeding Vines!" "Oh, no!" Larry shouted. "Do something!" "Too late," Esker replied. "She has jumped into the pit." "Then I must rescue her," Sir Robert - I mean, Doug, said. He lept into the pit to cut me free. "We have GOT to break this curse." "Oh, Sir Robert! I never meant for you to come to harm! Still, I feel happy that the last vision I see will be your handsome face, as my soul departs this plane." "Nope." Esker said. "I'm afraid that Sir Robert has destroyed the vines. And guess what? He's found the hidden passage! It was hidden by the vines at the bottom of the pit." The knight's figure took the dryad's face in his hands. "Fair maiden," Doug said, "you must swear to me that you will never again do something so foolish." I threw her against him in a fierce hug. "I swear, Sir Robert! Now I know that I would only be endangering you, too. I know you must hate me, but it would ease the pain of this curse if you would only let me touch some part of you. Perhaps I might... hold your hand?" "Well... so long as we're not in combat. Once the fighting starts, I will need to move freely again." I made the figure clasp him again. "Yes, Sir Robert! Yes! And I will guard your back with every drop of my life's blood!" "Hey, were there any other bottles of that Cupid's Curse lying around?" "'Fraid not, sorry." ***** "...the trolls are finally dead. Wynthrake, you're unharmed but your mana essence is temporarily exhausted." Larry groaned. "Oh, man!" "And Sellomar, you've taken a nasty gash on the leg. It's starting to burn pretty bad - it may be poisoned." "Son of a bitch! Do we have any antidote?" "Just one left. Sir Robert, you are virtually unharmed." "What? But the mage had me!" "No, it only looked like that. If you run the replay, you'll see what happened." As they played it back, they saw the mage cast his dying thrust toward Robert's back. Then my character (using her aerial grace and handy thief agility) lept past just in time to take the blast on the chest. "No fucking way!" Stano yelled. "She can't move like that!" "It's in my stats," I said. "Besides, I just saved your tank." "How can you move like that?" "Right here. See? 'Thiefly acrobatics and tumbling.'" "Acrobatics doesn't let you move like that!" I un-crossed my legs and did a hand-assisted backflip to hop off the couch. "Let's see, if I was here and Sir Robert was where that table is, I would have had to do this." I proceeded to do a forward flip turned into a reverse cartwheel, before collapsing to the ground. Instantly the guys were surrounding me. "Are you okay?" "I told her it was impossible!" "I didn't see her hit anything..." I raised my head weakly. "Sir Robert..." I croaked out, "...please, I fear this wound be mortal! Let me not die without the touch of your lips, if but once! It is my dying wish! I beg..." I made a sickly gasping sound. "Uh... what should I do?" Doug asked. "You're the noble knight! You decide." "Is she really dying?" "Sure looks like it." "I... uh... I guess I kiss her." "Yeah? Okay..." Esker gestured toward me, dying on the floor. Doug bent over me, awkwardly. "I, um, fair maiden, I'm so sorry..." I reached up and grabbed his head, pulling him down for a juicy smackeroo. "Sucker!" "Hmm, now that I check the Stage, it appears that her wounds aren't as serious as I thought." "I did take the shot," I told them, "I just stopped most of it on my shield." "You tricked me!" "Oh, good Sir Knight, now that we've kissed, perhaps -" "No!" "Okay, folks," Esker called, "back to the Stage. Sellomar is still dying of his poison wound, and if you recall, Wynthrake is temporarily out of spell power." "I'm really dying? Damn! Why are we wasting time with the thief?" "We have GOT to get that curse lifted!" "I don't know," I said, giggling. "I'm having fun!" ***** "And, CUT! We'll pick it up there next week. Sellomar has finally obtained the Elven Love Juice, while Wynthrake is about to be eaten by a bear. Sir Robert is still asleep in his armor for 'safety', and Aeyoelle is preparing to wake him, clad in the harem silks. Neither of them know about the bear. We'll pick it up there next week." "We have GOT to get that curse lifted," Larry said, for the tenth time that day. I grinned at Doug. "I warned you!" He gave me a confused smile. It sort of said, "I really liked that, but I'm not sure how much was play-acting and how much was real, so I have no idea where I stand right now." But, as I've mentioned, I sometimes read too much into things. As Esker packed up the Stage, Larry, Stano, and Doug all tried to be first in line to talk to me. Wow. This girl-stuff does wonderful things for one's popularity. Stano got in first, always pushing in where angels fear to tread. "So, what are you doing after this?" He asked. "Want to see a movie?" I saw a look of extreme irritation flash across Doug's face. I sympathized. I had been in his shoes, often enough. Rudely cut off before you can gather the courage to make your move. "Sorry guys," I said. "We're still moving in, and I promised to help my sister set up our apartment. Thanks for the offer, though." We had a little more chit-chat before I made my departure. If I knew guys (and I did) they would spend the rest of the evening talking about the game, and more than a little about me. Those horny adolescents would each be imagining either me or my character, in a variety of compromising positions. Aw, hell, why beat around the bush. They all wanted to bang me silly. Especially Doug, after the way I had shamelessly flirted with him for the entire game. Of course, he'd asked for it, by setting me up with that character. Once again, I realized what a sense of power I had over them. I was the girl. I got to choose. I could turn around, right this minute and walk back in there saying, "I've changed my mind, boys. Let's fuck like rabbits." It sounds absurd from a guy's perspective, but I could actually do it if I decided to. Back when I'd been a teenaged boy, if an even semi-cute (okay, gorgeous) girl had approached our gaming crew with that offer, would I have refused? Would I have walked away? Hell, no! And now, as the girl, I had all the power. I could make that offer. It was just the teeniest bit tempting. Of course, that was my hormones talking. I couldn't help it that Crystal had designed us with what I politely call an "enhanced sex drive." That was the real reason I had to head back. Crystal had clearly informed me that she would be on a "date" this afternoon, so I knew I'd have to be back in the apartment with Amber when Crystal started. I wasn't sure that I could actually come to a second-hand climax just from receiving Crystal's sensory input, but I had no desire to find out during an innocent movie with Doug. No, from the trend in my thinking, this hot little body of mine needed a little release before I'd be able to resume my role as a normal teenager, one who wasn't sex-crazed. Still, it was interesting to think about Doug. It wasn't really fair to flirt with him so shamelessly. The poor boy was probably going to have a major case of blue balls tonight. From the way he had sat and covered his lap, I could tell that I'd given him a hard-on more than once. Trust a dryad to give a boy a woody! I giggled to myself. This was so cool! I practically skipped back to our apartment, running through little fantasies in my mind. Maybe I would wear the harem silks to our next game. I imagined giving them all a strip tease, then doing a jiggle dance as I waved my chest at them. "Stroke me, boys," my imagination said. "Drive me wild, and then I'll do a little pole vaulting for each and every one of you." Then I'd strip Doug with my teeth while he and the boys pawed me wildly, to my ever-increasing delight. Then I'd push him down on his back, so that his staff stood at attention. Oh so slowly, I would drop down into the splits, stretching myself wider and wider as I dropped down onto his stiff shaft. I'd pause for that heavenly moment, while his head was just touching my lips. I was actually trembling in real life, as I built the scene in my imagination. Doug wouldn't be able to stand the suspense. He'd lift his hips, plunging inside of me with that delicious shaft. Sliding deep inside my hungry loins. Helplessly, I'd drop the rest of the way down on him. The other boys would hold me upright, stroking my breasts, licking my painfully hard nipples, and caressing my neck, back, belly, and thighs. As I reached the frenzy of climax, Doug would explode inside of me with that lovely man warmth, filling my hungry womb. In a daze I would rise again, only to lower myself on the next boy, and then the next, and the next. I shook my head, realizing that my nipples really were painfully hard. My panties were also dripping wet. Fortunately, I had reached our apartment. I rushed inside. "Amber! Oh, please, you have to be home!" "What is it, Caitlin?" Once the door was closed, I couldn't keep my hands off my body. "Crystal started her date early, and she isn't wasting any time! I -" I shuddered in ecstasy as I felt a tongue licking up the back of my neck. "I was daydreaming on the way home, and didn't realize that she was starting to get, um, you know. I was imagining - oh! Oh!" Hands were stroking up and down my back. Amber held me and began to carefully undress me. It sometimes struck me what a tiny little girl I was next to her. Her larger hands slid over the smooth cotton shirt I wore. Well, smooth except for two prominent, sensitive mounds in front. "Wow, you're really feeling it, aren't you?" She brushed index fingers over my nipples while I writhed in frustration. "Oh, god, Amber, if I don't get someone inside of me soon, I think I'm going to explode!" To be fair, she was straining to unfasten my bra as I ground my body against hers. "Cool off! Take your time. You know Crystal's going to give you hell if you start the two of you climaxing before he's inside of her." She tried to soothe me by stroking my hair and bending over to kiss me. "Oh, yes!" I breathed. "He's got our bra off! Grope me! Grope the hell out of me!" I tried to press myself against Amber while she slowly stepped out of her skirt. "Aieee!" I arched my back and almost went into convulsions. "What's wrong?" "Too rough - but it feels so GOOD!" I stroked my own delicate hands over my swollen breasts, soothing and stroking each spot that hurt. He didn't have to squeeze me like that, and the nipple tweaks were way too hard, but god did I want him inside us. I could barely sit down without my legs springing apart in invitation. "What do you want," Amber asked. "Fingers and delicate touches, or shall I put on the panties?" "Please," I gasped, "I need something HARD inside me! I need to wrap my legs around you. Thank god you're an agent! I really have to squeeze! Please! Please hurry!" Amber stepped into her phallo-panties and snugged them tight. The phallus duplicated her own state of arousal. It was still at half mast. I realized that I'd only been in the apartment for a couple of minutes. I reached up and threw her down on the bed, then rubbed my tiny body all over her as I simultaneously tried to hold off my desperation and raise Amber to full arousal. I used my pointed little tongue to lick her ear and stroked her neck down to each nipple. I played tickle games around her slender waist and stroked my clawed fingers up the inside of her thighs. I was terribly sorry that I couldn't see her own feminine mysteries, but I squeezed the phallus, knowing that it was pulsing inside her. Finally, at last, I felt his hands stroking our pussy. I heard myself moaning in delight. Somehow, I (my real body) was on its back again. Our legs sprang open, inviting, imploring. We reached up and grabbed twin phalluses. "I want you inside of me so bad!" we said. We guided the stiff pole to our open lips and left it there, just at the edge. We were both so wide by now that both our outer and inner lips were open, and our juices were ready. The tip didn't pause at the entrance, it nestled comfortably just inside us. I felt us smiling the delighted smile of blessed relief. It's like you were dying in a hot desert, and this is your first drink of cool water. We sighed in relief and delight. Before we had more than an instant to appreciate it, our lovers slammed into us with delicious force. We were completely together, feeling the dual delight of our man and our woman lovers. The man kneaded our breasts too hard, but that was fine. The woman gave us a different rhythm. The out-of-sync pulsations in our vaginas produced the most stunning cascades of pleasure. We wrapped our legs around the woman and squeezed as hard as we could. The man's hairy weight came down on us, crushing our breasts. He was huge. His chest flattened our face, while we clung to his massive torso. The woman spared one hand to toy with our skin, neck, and the ultra-sensitive area of our cleavage. She paused to gently brush a nipple. Then the woman came down on us too, as her breasts surrounded our face. We kissed her and licked at her, trying to stimulate her all the more. But the main center of our attention was focused below. Our legs were wide in immodest glee as Crystal and I felt our hungry cunnies filled to overflowing. The delightful strokes began at our outer lips and traveled to deep within us. Each magnificent stroke slid home inside us, stretching, pulling, and stimulating our feminine cores. We felt an early pre-climax, as we clamped briefly on these lovely shafts that slid up inside us. And then... then we were both in that mid-air position. That moment of free-fall, before the delight arrives. Oddly, for a moment we were both in Crystal's body. The hairy masculine scent of him was magnificent. I couldn't see or hear through our link, but I could smell and feel. I was in a dark silent room where nothing matters except for this wonderfully hairy stud pumping his seed into me. Wonderingly, I traced my hand over his side, feeling the slabs of muscle over his ribs. I gently kissed the hairy chest over my face, before the tidal wave of sensation arrived. I could feel myself tightening like an over-wound spring... ...and then it struck, washing us back into unity. We were singing in harmony, an ever-escalating song of fulfillment. We squeezed our lovers with all our might, holding them trapped within our greedy tunnels. We thrashed our tiny bodies against theirs, as the overwhelming waves of passion thundered through us. Our nipples we so super-sensitive that the slightest touch began to trigger off climaxes there, too. We thrashed in synchronized epileptic frenzy as our lovers speared us to the mat. We were held helplessly pinned by the rods of delight that held our pussies wide open in wet, delicious climax. And then as the first wave of our passion passed its peak, we felt our man let loose. His own uncontrollable thrashing sent him even deeper within us. The spray of his fluid battered against our cervix and filled us with thick, warm, fulfillment. Our voices rang out in harmonious soprano delight as we felt him spurt within us. And then the woman was set off, so that she too was pulsing and thrashing and squealing in helpless feminine ecstasy. We felt and compared the different feel of the two fluids, the thin, watery artificial phallus, versus the thick decadence of true man-sauce. While we loved Amber with all our heart, we knew we both preferred the real thing inside us. The realization and comfort of knowing that both of me were comfortably full started our next set of climaxes, which further stimulated my partners, and so on. As my mind cleared, finally, I thought again of the gaming group and my fantasy of showing up in harem silks. Post-coital bliss always gave me a goofy smile, but this time there was an actual reason for it. Who knows? Maybe some week I'd try it. That week, Crystal could stay home with Amber. I'd start with Doug. Esker could have sloppy seconds. That should surprise Crystal. Then Larry could take me, in any position he wanted. And Stano could bat clean-up. And by then, maybe Doug would be ready again and we could do another go-round. We'd see how Crystal liked them apples! This time, I'd get the real boy-flesh. And after the hours of pounding they'd give me, I'd be so full of man-sauce that I'd be leaking like a sieve all the way home. And with luck, I'd be so well pounded that I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. The very thought made my grin just a teeny bit wider. Who knows? It was possible. After all, I was the girl now. It was entirely within my power. I was the girl. I gave a shiver of delight and joy at the thought. **** Sunday I spent in the swamps. If there was a Ronolar around, he was probably hiding in the swamps. That's part of what made this mission so damned tough. Ronolars evolved in forested swamps and Dr. Burchess had an office that practically opened onto the swamp. Ideally, we should have had a fourth agent sitting eternally in the swamp, ever watchful, ever cautious. In practical fact, that would be nearly impossible without bringing in a Ronolar for the job. Perhaps HQ had decided to do that without consulting us, but I doubted it. First, the politics would be touchy. Second of all, if there were a Ronolar agent, we would "feel" him, the same way we could feel the waiting mind that watched us. Which led to another thought... I touched my earring. "Amber?" I heard the connection come up, through bone conduction. It had a strange tone to it. "I can talk freely. Go ahead." "That telepathic mind we feel... Could it possibly be a Ronolar special agent? It would make sense to put one in the swamp." "No," she replied. "I guess you don't have enough experience with our Ronolar agents. They have an entirely different feel. This is more... I don't know... more like a Kref almost, but not quite." "I agree," Crystal said. "It's not an agent." "Okay," I said. "How about this. Why don't we just contact him? Maybe it isn't our target. Maybe it's something unique to the planet. Even if he is our target, maybe we'll learn something." "Interesting ideas," Amber said, "but I don't want to lose any advantage we might have. It's possible - I don't know - maybe our minds are more sensitive than his. Maybe he hasn't spotted us. If so, he doesn't know we're here, but calling to him will definitely alert him." I nodded, not thinking that she couldn't see me. "Okay," I said, touching the earring again, "out." Oh, well. So much for that idea. Which meant that I was back to swamp watching. The land was a combination of shallow waterways and muddy bogs. Gigantic vine-covered trees provided a canopy that screened and protected the bog, and incidentally protected against orbital observation. The stuff was impossible to walk through, since the mud was a sticky, gooey mess. You could swim for long distances, if you could navigate the mud and weed-choked waterways. And avoid the native predators. They had a crocodile-analogue that was fairly insectoid. Cross a carpenter ant with an alligator and then scale it up to the size of a small car and you had a good image for the predators they called "ant-igators." But the bogs and swamps and trees were the source of Phelan Pharmaceuticals' fabulous product line. To reach those swampy treasures, the company had adapted one of mankind's most frequent (and powerful) techniques: They'd paved it. Or rather, they had come up with a machine that slowly traveled the swamp, sinking pilings of solidified swamp muck as supports, and then adding a ribbon of pavement two meters wide that stretched between pairs of pilings. The machines roamed their automatic way through the swamp, threading elevated paved paths everywhere. Of course, there was no rail or protection, and if you fell into the swamp a meter below you might not be able to reach back up to the pavement. And ant-igators and other creatures climbed onto the pavement to rest, but this was all part and parcel of the joys of jogging the swamp trails. Which was what I was doing at the moment. I was in a pair of dark green shorts and a men's camouflage-print tank top. It was extra small, and fit okay once I added a cloth belt. The olive green leg warmers clashed with my pink running shoes. I was looking for something a little less obtrusive for swamp work, but there were no shoe fabricators on Okefenokee - they just flew in crates of standard items. A sweatband for my brow and one on each wrist completed the outfit. \As an agent, I was hardly afraid. Anything I couldn't outrun or outfight, I could simply blow away with the Tsau-Weader linmag pin-shot I had stashed in my subspace purse. It was currently dialed to deliver srang venom, which was as lethal to Okefenokee life as it was to nearly everything else in the known galaxy. On the other hand, if I'd been the wisp of a girl that I appeared to be, this job would rank somewhere between idiocy and suicide. So I planned to duck out of sight if I heard anyone coming my way. In the meantime, though, I was discovering how pleasant it was to run in this body. I was short, but I was more than half leg. And unlike my last body (good riddance) this one had incredible endurance. There wasn't really any need to jog or exercise - my genetics and nano-machines kept me in perpetual peak condition - but ironically, I was exercising for the sheer fun of it. Jogging is... interesting for girls. Every step you take triggers a bounce, up top. One trick is to use a smooth (and quiet) gait, to minimize impact. Another is to hit the proper pace so that... how can I put this? At the wrong pace, your tits bounce in different directions. Either that, or the jolt comes at exactly the wrong moment, which is painful. But with the proper pacing, everything works perfectly. My feet were hitting the pavement with a nearly silent tread-tread-tread, my hips were swinging sensuously, left-right-left-right. My arms pumped in time with my legs, my breasts were in perfect rhythm to match my tread, and my dark, shaggy hair lifted with each bound, making a soft fluff on my scalp with each bound. I felt fabulous. But as I've said, it wasn't for exercise. I was learning the trails, and surveying the swamp. That was another reason for the quiet movement. It was a long shot, but maybe I could surprise our quarry. Instead, I was almost the one surprised. As I was jogging along, I saw a swamp slug had crawled onto the trail ahead of me. It was a typical swamp slug - a disgusting lump of mucous-covered flesh about a meter high and three meters long. In other words, it slopped off the track on both sides. A normal person might stop and kick at the thing until it finally moved away. I just jumped over it. It was a light jump, so I only cleared it by a half meter. On the other side, I turned and looked back at it - and saw movement, far down the track behind me. I quickly moved ahead by about three trees and then made the three meter leap off the path and up to grab a branch, then swung up. Two more branches and I was reasonably well hidden, high in the canopy that arched directly over the trail. I'd worn green for a reason, after all. I hugged my body close around the branch and watched. My follower turned out to be Kate, who was jogging exactly the way I had been. I could see from the way she ran that even though her feet were human shaped, she still ran mostly on her toes, like a cat. I also appreciated the way she had her body moving at the perfect pace. Everything was moving in perfect synchronization, if you catch my drift. Except that she had a tail. It actually looked pretty cute, swishing away behind her. I wondered if it helped her balance at all. She gathered herself as she approached the slug, then lept as I had. She \cleared it by almost a meter, which was pretty damned impressive for a near-human. But on the other side she stopped and looked around in puzzlement. First, she peered back the way she'd come, looking into the swamp on both sides of the trail. Then she turned and looked ahead, again seeing nothing but swamp. She gathered herself and lept back over the slug, racing back and looking into the swamp. "Caitlin?" she called. "Are you there? Are you okay?" Oh, hell. She had seen me. Could I recover from this somehow? I pushed off of the branch and dropped toward the trail. It was probably seven meters, but I went into quick time on the way down. It seemed like my landing was in slow motion. I took it on my legs, mostly, using muscle strength to cushion the impact, and taking extra force on both hands as I dropped into a crouch. It was as quick and quiet as I could make it. Unfortunately, Kate still heard, and spun back in my direction (dare I say it?) cat-like. I stood, returning to normal speed. "Uh, hi," I tried, feebly. "Where...?" She stopped, and slowly came back in my direction. "How'd you get on that side of the slug? And where were you?" "I..." Okay, think of something. But while I was thinking, Kate looked up and saw the tree limb still moving, from when I'd let go. I saw her eyes travel to the tree. "That's about seven meters away, and you're only a meter and a half tall..." "Do you jog out here a lot?" I asked brightly, hoping to deflect her thoughts. "I didn't imagine it," she said. "That day in class, when we had the blood test. You really did move that fast." Hell and damnation. "You saw that?" "I... I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if I believed it. But you never smelled quite right. I was thinking that maybe it was your different diet on Malibu, but it's been a couple of days, and you still smell the same - not quite human. You aren't, are you?" Her cat eyes were open amazingly wide, and she was keeping her distance from me. It was almost funny. The warrior cat-girl with the built-in fangs and claws, cowering back from a small girl like me. I had blown my cover, but I might be able to recover. I hoped I could recover. But first, I had to let Amber and Crystal know what was going on. I reached up to rub my cheek in embarrassment, just incidentally touching my earring. "You'll figure out quick enough that Crystal, my twin sister is the same." "And I imagine your aunt is, too, the one that works for Dr. Burchess." The gleam of understanding came to her. "That's what this is about, isn't it? It's all about Dr. Burchess! Well you're dead wrong if you think you can get into a position to harm him!" She dropped into a crouch and faced me more alertly. I pretended to reach into my back pocket. Actually, I triggered the implant on my subspace purse. A hole in space opened, wider than my hand. Flexing my fingers just right pulled the pocket up and around my hand (or pulled my hand into the purse, depending on your perspective). We train hard to grab the proper item in a fraction of a second. The quickdraw has saved the life of more than one agent. It also makes it possible to grab something while concealing your actions. I always hide the hand that's going into the purse - inside my jacket, inside a real purse, or behind my back like this time. So before Kate could react, I was holding my badge up for her inspection. It was a slim, leather-covered display pad. It had a novaburst in the far background, a portrait of myself rotating, and ahead of that the words, "Caitlin Macintyre, Planetary Alliance, Special Agent." My biometric values scrolled down the side. "Oh, of course. A special agent. Then you're not here to do anything to Dr. Burchess." "We're here to protect him." She looked back at the tree overhead. "But how did you - of course! You're a Logaran, aren't you?" Amber's voice crackled through my mastoid. "She's a quick one. Are the two of you in private? Are you still out in the swamp?" "Uh, huh," I answered to both. "Congratulations. Now you know what it's like to deal with a real non-human." Kate's ears flicked back and then forward again. "Oh, yes. Rather ironic I suppose." "I'm going to have to ask you to keep quiet about this." "Why? What's going on?" "You might as well tell her," Amber said in my ear. "She knows enough to mess things up if she doesn't want to cooperate." "It's a long story," I said, "but we think a Ronolar is stalking Dr. Burchess. We also think he knows something about it, but we've been sent to make sure that nothing happens." "Are you sure? Is this stalker really here?" I nodded. "We're pretty certain." She looked at me, waiting for more information, so I felt obliged to continue. "We, uh, we have senses that your species doesn't posses." It was a lot better than explaining the whole telepathy thing, which was an agent secret anyway. "My species...? Are you lumping me in with homo sapiens?" I shrugged, this time feeling far more honest. "Well, yeah. I wasn't kidding about that. The differences are pretty small, after all. You're sure a hell of a lot more human than I am." She tipped her head back and laughed. "Oh, this is just too great! I only wish I could tell people!" "Then you'll keep our secret?" "Sure, if you'll let me help. Planetary agents? Wow, that's great." Amber's voice came to my ear again. "Sounds like you've got things under control. Fill me in later, but for now I'm signing off, OUT." "I'm leaving too," Crystal said. "Out." I relaxed a bit, being free from surveillance once more. "Yeah, okay. At least if we go jogging together, no one's going to bother me about it. I imagine that they don't give you any flack about running out here alone, do they?" Kate laughed again. "Not a bit. I think some of them secretly hope that one of those ant-igators will finish me off, so I won't be around to threaten their humanocentric view any more." "That's a terrible way to speak of your fellow humans." Kate giggled. It was a strange sound to come from her heroic frame, but she actually giggled. "Oh, this is going to be fun. So how old are you? How long have you been an agent? What's the story with Dr. Burchess? Fill me in!" I sighed. "Well first, let's just say that I'm a lot older than I look. I'm pretty new at being an agent. I only took this form about four months ago. Crystal has been an agent for decades, but as her twin sister, I am decidedly the younger twin. As for Dr. Burchess, here's the story..." I gestured at the path ahead of us, and we began to jog while I spoke. ***** If I hadn't appreciated the difference between my old middle-aged male body and my new perfectly engineered female one, the jog would have proven it to me. Between Kate's size and her genetic advantages, she could really cover ground - even in a jog. A couple of times when she sped up to a sprint she was incredible. I deliberately avoided using acceleration, but I was able to keep up with her. Of course, I had to take two and a half strides to match every one of hers. Which meant that she was jogging, while I was closer to a real run. And when she sprinted, I couldn't keep up even at my flat-out fastest. That is, I couldn't match her in a normal run. As an agent I had learned a lot about moving fast. Imagine yourself in a space station that contains a tenth of a gee. You could walk, or even run in a careful slow-motion style. The problem is that your earthly strength and reflexes would be simply too fast for the slow tenth-gee environment of the space station. You would make faster time by just leaping straight forward, taking hand and footholds wherever they presented themselves, and pushing off like an underwater swimmer. At a tenth of a gee, you could easily leap up to the ceiling. And at that gravity, it would take you two and a half seconds to fall back to the ground. That's a lot of time when you're running. My problem was much the same, only substitute in an earth-normal gravity. With my muscles and reflexes, sprinting was hardly the most efficient way to get around. Kate had been feeling playful, giving me little digs, asking, "Oh, can't the big, tough agent keep up?" The third time she sprinted off, I decided that it was time that I had some fun, too. As Kate launched into her sprint, I lept sideways, jumping off the track and into the trees. I couldn't help accelerating a bit, too. I felt my time sense slow, giving me more time to react as I shot toward a thick branch. The trick was to plot a good course ahead of time. There were gaps in the branch coverage, and if I lept into one of those I would land in the swamp with a rather embarrassing splash. Also, branches can break, so it's better to move through the higher foliage, so that there are always a few branches below you if you get in trouble. I was able to overshoot the branch, coming up past it with my legs coiled for another kick-off. One advantage of being small and light is that I can get away with a maneuver like that. If I'd been a hundred kilo man, the force of my leap probably would have broken many of the branches. Instead, I was able to kick off this branch too, to head higher and off at another angle toward my next target. By now I was picking up some pretty good speed. I grabbed a branch with my arms, pulling myself forward and down. I could tell I was making quite a racket and glanced down. To the left, down below me was the concrete ribbon of pathway. Kate was sprinting at full speed, but she glanced up at the noise and saw me. I gave her a sweet smile and shot ahead, several more trees before dropping lightly back to the path and continuing the running speed that I could manage with my small frame. Kate came up beside me, quick enough. "Okay, that was impressive. Hell, it was incredibly impressive. But I can keep a sprint going for ten minutes. Can you speed through the trees for that long?" "I doubt it," I said, panting. "Too exhausting?" I shook my head. "Nope. It builds up too much heat. I'd cook myself." ***** We spent three hours, starting from the school, looping way up past the pharmaceutical bays, Dr. Burchess' lab, the zoo and school, and ending at the sewage treatment outlets. Then we turned around and retraced our way, closer to the complex. I thought I saw a couple of possibilities, but they all turned out to be native life-forms of Okefenokee. No Ronolars. Kate used her special-access key to get into the school grounds from an exterior door. She was suddenly acting almost shy around me. I shucked off my sweaty clothes and headed straight for the showers, followed more slowly by Kate. The hot spray of the showers, and then a soak in the hot tub did both of us good. By the time we were both back in street clothes, she approached me hesitantly. "Caitlin?" "Yeah?" "Thanks for taking me into your confidence." "It's nothing. I hope you'll keep it confidential." "Completely. Still, I'm sure it will take me a while to get used to the idea. Along that line..." "Yeah?" What was she driving at? She gestured toward a table. "Would you do me a favor? Satisfy my curiosity?" "What are you talking about?" "Well... there's no one around. No one to see us. Would you... arm wrestle me? full strength? No holding back?" I was stopped speechless. She had to be kidding. "Are you serious?" "Yes. Please?" "Well, my arms are a lot shorter than yours..." "You could rest your elbow on this block." I shrugged and sat down at the table. I put up my arm, taking her furred hand in mine. Well, her palm wasn't furred - it was like any other human palm. Watching her huge hand swallow mine, I realized again just what a monster she was. In size I mean. I certainly didn't mean to say anything bad about her race or species. Kate prepared herself. "Ready?" I nodded. "Go!" she said. She put all her weight into that first lunge. And since she had her shoulder into it, she had the weight of her body behind it. The initial shove had pushed me back about a third of the way. But she had asked for full strength. I clenched my jaw and pushed back. I stopped losing ground, then forced her arm back to vertical. It was about what I'd expected. Even with my tinier size, I was considerably stronger than she was. While she watched in disbelief, I slowly pushed her arm over and into the table. "Enough?" She nodded, eyes wide. "Thank you." "What was that all about?" She got a secretive smile. "Perhaps I'll tell you, some day." Then she left me to myself, attempting to puzzle it out. ***** Monday morning stunk. I was in a bad mood from the time I woke up. It got worse, once I started getting dressed. "Who did the laundry?" I called.. Amber came around the corner, naked from the waist up. "Crystal did it, why?" "She shrunk my bras, that's why!" There were some things that definitely sucked about being a girl. Panties were fine. They fit snug and felt good. In fact, the tight satiny smooth feel of them was downright sensuous after spending decades in boxer shorts. But bras were a torture garment invented by fiends. I don't know about you, but my skin happens to be both tender and sensitive in the entire chest area. The straps cut into your shoulders, back, and the area under your breasts. It seems like you can see the impression on your skin for hours after you take one off, and the damn thing was too tight on my breasts! It was squeezing me out the sides, which was not comfortable. I pulled it off and (after throwing it against the wall) tried another one. Which was also too small. "God dammit!" The shower was still running, and now that I thought about it, I could feel the water spraying over our face, so I knew that Crystal was still in the shower. I stomped over to her drawer and took one of her bras. It was shrunken too. I tried a second one, which seemed a little better. Feeling perverse, I left a too-small bra on the top of her stack. It served her right for shrinking my laundry! To make matters worse, I couldn't seem to think of any good combination to wear. "I can't fucking believe that we don't have any decent clothes on this entire stinking planet!" Amber gave me a weird look. "Are you feeling okay?" "No! Crystal shrunk my laundry and I don't have any clothes and I just don't want to deal with this right now, okay?" Crystal looked around the corner to give me a seriously weird look. "Okay, sorry, just borrow one of mine, okay?" I finally just tossed on a T-shirt, jeans, and a denim jacket. "Good enough." I felt like punching something, but knew that I'd end up doing some serious property damage. Amber came over and laid her hands on my shoulder. I almost knocked her hands aside, then I felt awash with remorse. As I held back the tears, she began to gently rub my neck and back. "Are you okay? Is there something you want to talk about? Some problem you have?" I just wanted to crawl back into bed and cry. Instead, I clamped down on my feelings and turned to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry, Amber. I honestly don't know why I'm in such a rotten mood. Hell, even if the laundry did get messed up somehow, it shouldn't be any big deal. I mean, we're agents, right? If we can handle murderers and pirates, a little laundry shouldn't be such a big deal, should it? I'll straighten up, I promise." I worried about it all the way to school. Was it possible that I'd caught something? Agents were supposed to be immune to all known diseases, but what about an unknown disease? After all, Phelan Pharmaceuticals had built their lab here because of the planet's rich variety of life. What if there were an unknown bug that I'd picked up during my jog with Kate? It didn't seem likely, but the possibility struck a chord of fear in me. They'd decorated the school over the weekend. There were banners and ribbons everywhere proclaiming "Touchdown Week!" I looked at Crys in inquiry, but she shrugged. She had no better idea than I did. I shrugged back and headed off. Somehow I managed to stumble through math class. I cleverly managed to arrive just at the bell. I'd timed it so that I wouldn't have to talk to Larry, Esker, or especially Stano. This was not the day for it. I didn't want to snub them, but I was sure that they'd want to go over and over our first game together, and I really wasn't in the mood for it. But I'd timed things perfectly. They'd barely opened their mouths when the teacher began talking. I was able to focus on the math, and ignore the fact that I was dying from some alien germ. That got me through one class. At the end of class, I was able to plunk my gear down with a decisive thunk. I put real effort into giving my best smile. "Sorry, guys, I'd love to talk," I lied, "but I really have to run. See you tomorrow, though!" I waved and ran off. Choir was hell. The harpies in the alto section kept telling me that I was flat, which I was NOT! Well, once or twice, but that's all. I yelled at the girl behind me and at one of the altos until Mrs. Pounders finally told me to keep my mouth closed unless I was singing. For a second, I was about to tell her to shove her music up her withered virgin cunt, but my higher brain functions kicked in and closed my mouth before the obscenities could come spilling out. If you can imagine dueling emotions, that's what I was feeling at the moment. Part of me was furious at Mrs. Pounders, wanting to give her a pounding she wouldn't forget. Another part was seriously worried. This was not normal behavior for me. The disease idea was starting to seem more and more believable. Either that or demonic possession. Crystal kept looking at me with a mixture of alarm and fear. After class, I took her aside briefly. "There's something wrong, isn't there?" I nodded, half afraid to mention it to her. I was afraid that if I started to talk, I might start to cry, and I definitely didn't want to make a scene in the middle of school. "Look, I'm starting to feel really strange. Can you call Amber? Ask her if anyone's ever caught anything that was native to Okefenokee?" "You've got earrings on, why can't you-" she got a look at my face. "You're really worried, aren't you?" I nodded. "Please, Crystal?" "Sure, no problem. I've got a study period coming up anyway, so I'll do some investigation, too." I would have hugged her, but I was afraid of an outburst. I just nodded my thanks, and hurried to Dr. Burchess' class. That at least was fascinating enough to suck up my full attention. We spent the time reviewing our genetics work. By the time class was over, I had momentarily pushed the worry out of my mind. As I waited in line for lunch, I reviewed the lecture with Kate and Doug. "The question is," Doug was saying, "how much can you alter and optimize before your person is no longer 'human?'" "And I'm saying," I said, "that it's all just semantics. A person is human because of their mind, not a collection of standard genes." "But the body affects the mind." I couldn't argue with that one. My present circumstances were ample proof of that. "And even ignoring that," he continued, "what about the mentally retarded, or people who suffer from genetic defects?" "So what are you arguing?" Kate asked. "That the defective aren't human?" "Not at all! I'm saying the opposite, that you can't just have some IQ test that says, 'smart enough - good, you're human.' You need broader criteria." I was about to reply to that when a chorus of female voice rose about the crowd noise. "Hey janitor!" The three of us paused, and looked at one another in confusion. "You! Janitor! Come over here and clean this up!" It was Danielle Niebel, pointing to something she had spilled on the floor. It gradually dawned on the three of us that she was talking to me. "Are you talking to me?" I asked, slowly pulling myself out of the argument. "Danielle!" one of the girls stage-whispered, "I told you! That isn't a janitor! It's that gymnastics tomboy!" "Oh, yeah," Danielle seemed to be suddenly remembering my name. "Good old cat-nip! Well if she isn't a janitor, why is she dressed for sewage work?" "What?!" I shrieked. "Shh! I think she overheard you! You know how sensitive someone of her status can be!" My status? MY STATUS?!! I turned to Doug. "Watch my tray!" I growled. Then I marched over toward Danielle's table. This was one of the few times I've regretted the small stature of this body. I wanted to go stomping and hulking over in a way that would radiate danger and intimidation. Instead, I'm sure I looked like an adolescent elf who was seriously miffed. I jammed my hands on my hips and bent over towards them. "Do you have something to say to me? If so, you should try telling me to my face, instead of hiding behind your butt-kissers, Niebel!" Danielle turned to face one of the others. "It has such rude language, don't you think, Jennifer?" "I know that I wouldn't answer such vulgarities," Jennifer replied. "You can cut the crap right now," I told them. "I'm really not in the mood today." Danielle continued to face the others. "It's rather a... bitchy little thing, isn't it?" One of the others said, "Why do you keep saying 'it?'" Danielle turned toward me and gave a smile that had all the sweetness of rat poison. "Well," she said, waving her hand negligently in my direction, "it pretends to be a girl but dresses like a boy. What would you call it?" "Hey," I said, pulling my jacket back and thrusting my chest forward, "maybe you missed the major clues here! Maybe you need these glasses more than I do! But I can understand your confusion, since you and your entire table probably couldn't fill a half a cup size together, even with all your father's donations to the cosmetic surgeons. Hell, you've probably never even seen a real woman!" I lazily turned away from them, thrusting my hands casually into my back pockets. A pose which, incidentally, tended to emphasize certain outstanding aspects of my anatomy. I also made sure to relax the ligaments that normally held me a bit more... constrained. 'Admire away, girls,' I thought. 'You'll probably never see a finer pair in your whole lives.' Of course, as I turned away from them I spotted Kate bearing down on me. Oops. But I didn't regret it much. My mood had gotten a whole lot better in the last few seconds. "Oh, look," one of them drawled from behind me. "Now she's calling for her protector." "Yes," Danielle agreed. I could hear the sneer in her voice. "I'm just trying to figure out how she can be cat-nip when she's obviously a bitch." Fortunately I was facing away from them when my face fell. I'm glad I at least kept them from seeing my reaction to the barb. I set my jaw and spun around, grabbing the table near Danielle. "You know," I said, "you'd look a whole lot better with a meatloaf facial." She gave me a victory smile. "If you so much as muss my makeup, little girl, my Daddy will bounce your butt off this planet so fast that you'll be halfway to Andromeda before you even know what hit you." Then she smiled and leaned forward, daring me to do my worst. Did I mention that one of the advantages of being a tiny girl is that people underestimate you? Well forget that. Next time I get the chance, I'm coming back as a man! Seven feet tall, 200 kilos of pure muscle. NO ONE is going to give me another line like that! "Oh," Danielle added, "don't forget to call off your animal, too." It took a moment to realize that she was talking about Kate. When it finally sunk in, I'm sure my eyes must have almost popped out of their sockets in rage. I drew my arm back, clutching my hand into a fist. I honestly don't know what I was thinking of. If I'd really punched her the way I'd been thinking of, my fist would have come out the far side of her skull. I mean, I know that I wanted to murder her, but I wouldn't have actually carried through with it. I think. Not that it mattered, because at that moment I was lifted off the ground. Someone had taken hold of my jacket and lifted me straight off the ground. Okay, if I'd really wanted to, a quick flex would have ripped me free of the fabric. I might have torn my shirt off, too, which would have been embarrassing. Worse, I would have had to figure out what I wanted to do next. I was slowly realizing that smashing Danielle's nose into her brain was not really a good idea. My captor spun me around in mid-air to face her. "Kate, let me go! She deserves it! You know she deserves it! Please?" I tried my most ingratiating whine, and making big eyes at her. "I promise not to kill her! And her daddy really does have good cosmetic surgeons, he'll be able to fix her up as good as new! Come on. Didn't you hear what she called you? Just one little punch?" Kate was holding me about a meter off the ground. "I think you need to learn to rise above things like this. If not intellectually, then physically." "Don't you want to see her get plastered?" "Not at the price of losing you. She's right about her father, you know." "Awww, please? Maybe just a busted lip?" Kate shook her head firmly. "Damn." Still holding me aloft, Kate carried me back to the line. "This isn't over, Niebel! You better watch yourself!" I yelled back at her. "Squeek squeek. Do you hear something?" Danielle asked. "I do believe our cat has caught a little mouse. A harmless little catnip mouse. Looks like it got a little chewed up, didn't it, girls?" Kate dropped me back in line, just in front of Doug. I gave a final glare at the hated table. "I do NOT like them! Especially that creep Niebel!" "Really?" Doug said, rolling his eyes, "I never would have guessed." I pulled my jacket back down again and brushed myself off. "Uh, thanks for the save," I mumbled in Kate's direction. She mussed my hair. "Sure thing, 'little girl.'" The phrase was completely different, coming from her. The rest of the day went much better. It was almost like I'd needed a target for all that anger and frustration. Now that I had a target, the lovely juices of pure hatred flowed freely. Whenever I started getting grumpy again, I just imagined myself doing something horrible to Danielle and then I felt much better. I was off my form in gym class, and had briefly recurring thoughts of the Okefenokee death germ. But the support of the other girls really helped lift me up. Diane told me that I was "really spunky." Cindy actually took me aside and gave me a talking to. "You need to be careful, little Sis," she told me. "Hey, I can take care of myself." I tried to make my soprano sound older and more mature, but I think I failed miserably. "No, seriously. Danielle, and for that matter, almost everyone, is a lot bigger and stronger than you are. You need to be careful. And she's right about her father. He really does have the influence to kick you off this planet. Do you want to have to tell your sisters that you screwed up and now you all have to leave?" I scowled at her. "That's playing dirty!" It was, too. I had a story all ready about knowing martial arts. I wasn't afraid of Danielle's father, either. A flash of the Planetary Agent badge would do wonders. Of course, it would also blow our cover. And I could just imagine how bad this would look on my record. "Okay," I relented. "I'll try to be good around Danielle." Cindy laid her hand alongside my face. I was surprised at how much girls touched each other. Guys weren't like this. To tell the truth, it was both sweet and slightly erotic. "Promise me, Caitlin. Promise me that you won't even think of getting into anything physical with Danielle." "Well... I might think about it." "Promise me you won't actually do anything about it. Please, little Sis?" I looked into her eyes and couldn't refuse. "Okay, I promise." "Good. Cause next time, we may not have Kate around to bail you out." I sighed. There is a real downside to being underestimated. ***** I was almost literally dragging myself back home after work that night. The apartment was too hot, and my wig itched. "Hi," I mumbled, letting myself in the front door. "What's with the heat?" "Damn environmental controls are on the fritz," Amber grumbled. "This whole side of the tower is down. Get Crystal to loan you some of the fan." "How are you feeling," Amber asked, with real concern. "Rotten," I admitted. She shook her head. "I checked every possibility I could think of, cross checking with the secure databanks on Cleopatra. There no record of an agent ever coming down with a native disease. Between the genetically enhanced immune system and the nano agents in your blood, you should stop disease, drugs, poison, pollution - just about everything." I mumbled my thanks. "The only thing I can suggest is to get some rest and try to let it run its course." She looked worried, but what could she do? What could any of us do? "Great," I muttered, then shucked my clothes off and collapsed on my bed naked. I was asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. For some reason, I was exhausted. Was I suffering from the death germ? All I knew was that I was tired. ***** I woke up in agony. My guts were ripping themselves apart. And something felt terribly wrong. I moved and felt the stickiness over me. I put my hand down to lever myself upward. A hand that came down in something sticky. In shock, I fumbled for the light. When it came on, I saw that my hand was covered in something reddish brown and sticky, with an unmistakable odor. It was blood. My blood. I was hemorrhaging to death! "Ahhh!" I didn't mean to cry out, but the shock must have forced its way out my throat. Crystal sat up beside me, accidentally putting her hand down in the blood. "Oh, hell. Couldn't you at least wear a pad?" I looked at the blood in horror. "I'm bleeding," I said. "I must be dying. I really did pick up some germ from this planet!" I felt my guts twist. "Oh, God, no," Crystal moaned, coming more awake. "Not second-hand cramps! What have I done to deserve this?" "What are you talking about?" I asked, dimly. Amber was up now, too. She looked down. "We'll have to get you new sheets, but that's a small price to pay." She hugged me. "You should be proud. Our little girl has become a woman." "Huh?" Obviously dumb, I still wasn't getting it. Amber kissed me on the cheek. "Congratulations, dear. It's your first real period." I looked down, putting it all together: The brown fluid seeping out from between my legs, the terrible cramps in my lower abdomen. I looked up and saw their eyes widen as they realized it too. "But..." I said slowly, "we don't have periods! This is impossible!" "Shit!" was all Crystal could say, as another cramp took us both. NEXT EPISODE: Our hero finds out what it really means to be a girl. Plus: dating, rejection, and (gasp!) chocolate! ************************************************* COPYRIGHT: Planetary Agents 3: Tentacles of Doom (Version 1.0) Copyright (c) 2001, by Babs Yerunkle (babs_yerunkle -at- hotmail -dot- com). 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