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Here's an odd little gargoyle set at everybody's favorite water park.
Thanks to Elrod for inventing the place and letting us play there
(supervised play is better than none at all) and to him and Radioactive
Loner for their comments on this story.
Bikini Beach: Invasion from Space
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2003
With the high-pitched hum of a transport beam, Zebrett Lusc, Grand High
Marshal of the Eyshvac Empire's invasion fleet, appeared on the bridge of
Imperial cruiser _Death's Head_, flagship of the fleet. The small crew of
investigators snapped to attention as soon as they saw who had arrived.
"Have you found anything yet?" he demanded of their lead officer, a thin
male in his third decade.
The officer, Mol Thrynsq, shook his head. "Our telepath has begin a probe
of the one who identified herself as Over-Captain Rhulzor."
"Her?" Lusc said. "I've known Jas Rhulzor for over two decades, and he is
as male as you or I."
"Perhaps he was," Mol said nervously, "but not anymore. Pray, look for
yourself." He pointed to a male in the green robes of a high telepath, his
fingers on the forehead of a female -- a young female barely old enough to
be considered marriageable. Mol continued. "Retinal scan and fingerprints
both confirm that the female is... was Over-Captain Rhulzor. We did the
examinations three times, all with the same results."
"How can this be?" Lusc mentally reviewed what was known of the people of
this planet. 'Earth', they called it, and they called themselves 'humans'.
The race was very similar to his own, the Prime Race of the Eyshvac Empire.
That was part of what made their world so desirable; it would need no
terraforming modifications. The main differences were that their skin hues
were various shadings of brown, rather than the blues that had evolved on
his own world. Also, they lacked the telepathic powers that had been part
of his people for the last few generations.
Part of the power of the Empire came from that fact that all those of the
Prime Race were at least empathic. Some had truly great abilities and could
link hundreds, even thousands into a group mind of high efficiency. It was
a tactic that had forged an empire that stretched across over forty star
systems. How could this little world that had been foolish enough to all
but repudiate the idea of manned flight into space been able to reduce an
invasion armada into -- Lusc cringed to even think it -- into what it had
become?
"As near as we can determine," Mol said, as if in answer, "it began when the
two scouts in a port cities of their leading military power became curious
about a recreational facility."
***
"Why are we stopping here?" Anzig Tor asked. "We have not yet finished our
examination of the military bases that surround this city."
"Because I'm tired," Fel Harrop answered. "We've been working at this for
three days. What does it matter. These beings lack space flight. There
are a dozen ways that our vessels can stop their primitive missiles systems.
What is the point of working any further?" He pulled their vehicle, a
rented Chevy, into a space in the parking lot. "Besides, look at the prizes
here. Which would you rather examine, one of their aircraft carriers or
that?"
He pointed to a buxom young woman walking across the parking lot in a
sky-blue beach robe. The robe was opened, and both beings saw that she was
wearing a rather skimpy bikini of the same color underneath. The Prime Race
of Eyshvac had evolved with the same secondary sexual features as humans.
Except for skin color, these females could have been of the Prime Race, many
of whose members had a skin color of almost an identical sky-blue color,
including Anzig and Fel. It was almost like being home.
"Point taken," Anzig said. "The keen strategist knows when to hold his
actions in reserve and to do no more than observe." It was a maxim of one
of the founders of the Empire and often repeated by its soldiers and
officers. The two beings got out of the car.
A small replicator in the trunk was programmed to produce a wide variety of
suitable clothing and equipment. It had already flawlessly duplicated the
cash the pair had used to rent the car. Fel opened the trunk and said the
activating code in his native language, adding, "Swimwear and towels for
Anzig and I." The machine hummed for a moment. When it stopped, Fel opened
the compartment and took out two swimsuits wrapped in white terry towels.
He handed one to Anzig and closed the trunk lid.
The female at the gate was young and attractive for a pinkskin, the
derogatory term already adopted by males of the fleet. She looked up from
the periodical she was reading and smiled. "Hi, I'm Anya. Welcome to
Bikini Beach. I'm afraid that this is a private beach. We do sell passes,
though."
Fel recognized the beginning of a bargaining ritual. "How much?"
"Depends on the length of the pass." She gave the costs of a one-day and
weekend passes.
Fel reached for his money pouch... his _wallet_. 'Keep the terms right,' he
thought to himself. Aloud he said, "I think we'll get two weekend passes.
By the way, I'm Phil Harris, and this is Andy Torrance." He handed the
female a number of sheets of paper script.
"Nice to meet you, Phil... Andy. The Locker Room is over there. Please
make sure you shower before you leave the Locker Room; it's a local health
department rule." She handed him the passes.
The pair took the passes and headed to the Locker Room. "Not very large,"
Fel said, looking around.
"Perhaps, this place is more the habitat of female pinkskins than males,"
Anzig said as he unbuttoned his shirt. He smiled. "This would not be a bad
thing."
"Indeed," Fel said. "It would be a very good thing... for us."
The two males put on their generic blue trunks. The replicator was
efficient, but it lacked imagination. Then, like the good soldiers they
were, they followed the regulation and stepped into the showers. The
streams of liquid felt so pleasant that they never noticed the pink mist
rising from it.
Both males felt odd as they stepped from the showers. "You... we are
changing," Anzig said. It was true. They were growing smaller and thinner.
The hair was disappearing from their bodies, and they seemed to be
developing female secondary sexual characteristics: wider, childbearing hips
and growing breasts.
All Eyshvac scouts maintained a subconscious telepathic link to their fleet
in the case of sudden attack, a way of reporting the event when the scouts
were disabled. That link was activated by the change and broadcast a signal
of what they were experiencing to the telepaths among the fleet.
The nature of the change was beyond anything the telepaths had ever
encountered, beyond anything the Empire has ever encountered. They did the
only thing they knew to do in such a situation. Their minds had stretched
out across the fleet, joining the mind of every sentient being on the ships
as well as those of the other scouts on the planet below into a single group
mind.
Back on the planet, Fel and Anzig had completed their changes. Fel was a
tall, slender woman with a taut athletic body and red hair that flowed in
waves to the small of his back. Anzig was a mass of feminine curves,
including 40DD breasts, and a mass of blonde ringlets framing his
heart-shaped face. "Now what are we to do?" Anzig asked. His voice was
now a breathy soprano that sounded as if he had just had sex.
"For a start, you'll put these tops on," Anya said as she walked into the
room. "My grandmother doesn't allow even partial nudity here." She held
two satiny blue tops that matched the bikini briefs the scouts now wore.
The two transformed males took the tops and, without thinking, put them on.
"Now what is to become of us?" Fel asked.
"Who are you and what do you want to become of you?" Anya asked.
The pair blinked. Suddenly their minds were spinning, confused and
uncertain. Then, a fog seemed to lift from their thoughts. "I'm Phyllis,
and this... this is my... sister Andi." She said it as if she was only just
aware of the relationship. "And we're..." she giggled, "we're looking for
some cute guys."
The mental changes shot up the telepathic link. The basic transformation
spell went with it, as if it were a radio carrier wave. The telepaths were
hit full force with both. In the last seconds before they began to
transform into silly female pinkskins, they broadcast it across the group
mind.
Throughout the fleet, officers and men began to change by the tens, the
hundreds, the thousands. A few, fortunately, had the time to activate
automatic controls before they lost the knowledge of how to operate their
craft -- or the sense to _want_ to operate it and keep themselves and the
rest from a variety of interesting and generally painful deaths.
The spell even traveled back to Earth.
From Tienanmen Square to the floor of the New York Stock Exchange, some
seventeen score of Eyshvac scouts transformed into young, pretty women. As
they did, their minds became too besotted by a high, feminine libido to even
care about what they had become or where they where. And the sexual
enthusiasm they displayed soon had any males nearby too distracted to
question what they had just seen happen.
***
After three standard days without a response, the Imperial Admiralty sent a
team of investigators to the fleet. Honor demanded that Grand High Marshal
Lusc accompany them.
"I... I believe that I have found something," the telepath said. "There is
some highly unusual node of information embedded within a communication from
two of the scouts."
"Can you reach it, put us in link with it?" Mol asked.
"I do not believe that would be wise," the telepath said. "Whatever is
within that node may be what caused all this, and it may still be active."
"You are not here to advise us," Lusc said stiffly, "only to provide us with
information."
"But... but..." the telepath stammered. Lusc raised his marshal's staff and
activated the "punishment" circuit within it. The telepath cringed. That
staff was capable of causing any sensation from a mild muscle ache to
wracking pain, even death. The telepath -- the class of telepaths had no
names; this one was known solely as 124C41+ -- bowed his head meekly. "I
mean only to suggest caution. If the marshal in his great wisdom would have
me continue, then I will do so."
"The marshal orders that you do exactly that," Lusc said without a thought.
And without lowering his staff.
The telepath nodded. He put his fingered to the temples of the young female
who had been Over-Captain Rhulzor. His mind flowed into hers.
In his mind's eye, he seemed to be swimming in a great, green sea. Ahead of
him, he saw a mass of pulsing yellow energy that seemed many times the size
of the spacecraft he was truly inside. There seemed to be figures within
the mass, as well as some portion of the Over-Captain's brain.
Slowly, cautiously, he swam towards it. The mass was a great, glowing wall
that loomed far above him. His finger touched it. The wall quivered an
instant before a small bit of energy flowed into him.
On the bridge of the cruiser, the telepath froze, his body glowing with
yellow energy. As the spell touched his mind, it reached out instinctively,
linking first with Mol, then Lusc and the rest of those on the bridge.
The males began to change in both mind and body. For some, the magic was
too fast. In a show of strength -- orneriness, some might have said -- Lusc
held out just long enough to send an order back to the Empire through a
device on his staff. "This world, this system is too... too dangerous.
Qua-quarantine it at lest it d-destroy us all. This is..." the rest was
lost in a feminine giggle.
The crew of Lusc's own ship, the one he'd traveled on to reach the invasion
fleet, turned it and fled into hyperspace before the spell could affect
them.
***
Back on Earth, Anya changed the cold compress on her grandmother's head.
The old woman lay on a cot in the workroom next to her office. Dani sat
next to the Wizard, who was on a second cot. Powering the spells had been a
great strain on them both. His magic had bound her spells to the Eyshvac's
own telepathic link, sending it up that link and enabling it to transform
the entire invasion fleet.
"It's over, Grandmother," Anya said. "That admiral or whatever he was sent
out an order just before the spell's full effects hit him. They're leaving,
and they don't want to come back."
"Don't we have to get all those women down before the spaceships head home?"
Dani asked.
"N-no," Grandmother said weakly. "The change to human isn't normally part
of the spell. It should reverse as they get farther and farther away from
here."
"But the rest of the spell won't," the Wizard said. "I wonder if they
already have the concept of bimbo on their home world." He chuckled.
"Introducing a concept like that could be a violation of the Prime
Directive."
"_You_ watch much too much television, old friend," Grandmother said.
"I'm just glad those two wandered in here," Anya said.
"Wandered," Grandmother said, trying to sit up. "We spent three days
sending them the mental nudges that finally got them in here."
"It was an effort, but it was certainly worth it." The Wizard said. "Odd,
isn't it, that this water park is the defensive weapon that saved the
planet."
The old woman smiled. "It's not that unusual," Grandmother said. "Everyone
knows that a BB is just the thing to take out an Eye-shvac."
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