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Night Skies Hotel: The Lesser of Two Evils By Wolverine Editor's note: This story was written with Solari's permission. Please be aware that, for storytelling purposes, this story does not always flow chronologically PROLOGUE The Patriarchial dostum waved his shock troops into the empty corridor. They slowly worked their way down the hall, their stony faces scanning every nook and cranny. A blur moved past them, drawing their attention to the dostum, who promptly fell, his armor cleaved, revealing a giant gash across his back. The blur reappeared, moving among the men, who opened fire in all directions. They went down one by one, some killed by friendly fire while others lost their heads, literally. The battle - if it could be called that - was over almost before it began. The blur came to halt amid the fallen men, revealing itself to be a man. Nick surveyed his work, allowing the energy to leave his hands. He sent out a comwave to Peter. "You were right. The Patriarchy is trying to muscle in on this timeline. But is it really worth it for us to start a war against such a minor annoyance over this barren world?" Nick asked. Peter allowed a sense of determination to come through. "Look, the Sisterhood already entered my timeline once. And yours isn't too far away. Last time I checked, neither of our timelines could use another force mucking it all up." Nick sensed some aggression in his friend's voice. He allowed the comwave to disconnect and looked down at the body of the commander. He had pressed a button in his final moments. And whatever came of that wouldn't be good. "Nick?" "Peter, it's a trap!" Nick teleported away as the bomb went off. The abandoned government building detonated, the roar and blindingly white flash of light. The blast alarmed Peter, who was nearby dealing with another group of Patriarchal troops. An ominous sound filled the air, separate from the blast. Looking up, Peter saw a flight of incoming warships. They appeared to be fighters of some type. "Shit." Peter frowned and finished off the two remaining shock troops, sending them to the ground surrounded by the maybe hundred other troops he had killed that day. He sent himself into the air toward the ships, only to be struck by bombardment from beyond the atmosphere of the devastated world. Lines of energy filled the sky, connecting with the ground for hundreds of miles around, as the Patriarchy gave the already post-apocalyptic Earth a new canyon. Fleet Lord Xanaas smiled as he saw the destruction. These guardians, where ever they came from, could be a huge annoyance. Already these warriors had thwarted several thrusts into this particular timeline. Worse, there was no telling how many of them there were - attempts to infiltrate the enemy's ranks had seen marginal success at best. But there was one bright spot - these two guardians had been drawn into the trap quite handily and wouldn't be bothering Xanaas again. Although he would suggest capture of a guardian one day to use as an asset, that day wasn't today. Not after the grief these two had caused him. An alarm blared, cutting short his thoughts. Blossoms of cruel, cold light filled local space around the ancient Vanguard as its already depleted flotilla detonated around it. Xanaas' eyes bulged at the extent of the destruction - everything from Stingrays to Dragonflies to troop dropships and transports were blowing apart, with nary a shot fired. The scream of a second alarm filled the bridge. "My liege! An unknown force has breached our hull! It's making its way toward the bridge," a nearby bridge officer exclaimed, his eyes focused on a status hologram. "Sisterhood? Schit! No, it can't be them," Xanaas muttered to himself. A shriek of rendering metal echoed across the bridge. He spun toward the entrance, where a blade once again pierced the door and began wedging it open. "Prepare yourselves, everyone! We may very well die this day." "You're definitely right," said a voice behind Xanaas. He turned to find an exact replica of himself standing above the bodies of the bridge crew. They had never stood a chance. "Who are you?" Xanaas stood his ground. "Nick is my name. Guardianing is my game. And this is Peter." Xanaas turned to find a man standing above him, sword in hand. A dark, empty entrance yawned behind him. "Nice to meet you," Peter said graciously. He gestured toward the viewports, where one last fireball erupted. "Sorry about your flotilla, but they did try to kill us. And I figured they'd probably fire on you just to kill us. That'd just be unnecessary and annoying." Xanaas' survival instincts kicked in. "Spare me," he said, "and I'll grant you any thing you want." "You don't know how much we've both heard that before," Peter said. "Ah well, there's no point in killing you. You seem to be more cowardly than these other devoted troops." He grinned. "Say, you can provide us with some information. For starters, you will tell me where the Patriarchy's primeline is. I want a few words with your leaders." "I can't ... they'll kill ... ACK!" The fleet lord fell back, bright, crimson blood spilling from his mouth. He dropped to the deck writhing, his hands clutched around his throat. Moments later, his struggles ceased and he relaxed in death's grip, his mouth falling open. Light spilled out. A hologram of a broad-shouldered, muscular man appeared. "Not bad, not bad at all for so-called guardians," he said mildly. "I suspected all along that you two were our little troublemakers - emphasis on little. You're but a thorn in the side of one of our many campaigns. In due time, you will be crushed." A predatory smile crossed his face. "But for now, it has come to our attention that we have a common enemy: The Sisterhood. In fact, we know that one of you has a friend inside one of the Sisterhood's complexes. Which one of you is Peter?" Peter held up his hand. "Ah, very good to meet you. We've heard quite a bit about you through various informants. I have an offer for both of you, but you especially Peter." "I'm listening." "Your friend is being held in the Night Skies Hotel," the Champion said. "The Patriarchy will provide you with the hotel's current location and a small team of men with which to infiltrate and destroy it." "Your informants tell you I was banned?" The hologram nodded. "Yes. But are you really afraid of the hotel? Our informants say you came back from the dead to liberate the Earth in your timeline. In fact, they said you were the conqueror in the first place and that you had to free yourself from a transformation similar to that of the Sisterhood to come back and undo it. In any case, how can you be afraid?" Peter shrugged. "As I thought. I grow tired of this talk. The two of you can take my offer and help or you can keep up this two-front war against the Sisterhood and us." His eyes glittered. "History, regardless of its timeline, is replete with examples showing two-front wars almost always end in disaster." Nick looked at Peter. "I can't. I need to get back to my timeline and check up on it. I've been here far too long," he said. "Do what you will, but my advice is be careful. See you later man." He faded away. Peter considered the Champion's offer. "I can infiltrate easily myself, given a location. But your men would be a liability, not an asset. If one of them turns, the hotel will be on to me." "We're sending men in to make sure you don't become more of a liability than you already are. For now, heed these words that more than few timelines hold dear: 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' But if you become the friend of our enemy, you're nothing but an enemy. So our men will be there to watch you, like it or not." "I'm not considering this for your stupid war. My friend is in there, and if I can get him back, I might find a way to reverse the Sisterhood all together. I don't want this to turn into a slaughter. I want to get my friend out and I'm done. If your men tip off the hotel, I'll have to fight my way out. Despite what I did to your troops, I do hate bloodbaths." "You can get your friend, but the deal is that you take down the hotel in the process." "I'll do it quietly then. Hence your men don't know I'm in the hotel." "Agreed. The complex is currently in this timeline. Check the computer." Peter walked over to a nearby system, where a new hologram had popped up detailing the timeline's location. He deciphered as best he could the Patriarchy's labeling system and pinpointed in his mind the exact universe. "Got it? We'll await results. And by the way, don't mess with us." Alarms sounded as the ancient Vanguard - a veteran of the conquest of the Sisterhood's homeworld, Gaia - began a terminal countdown. Peter sighed and teleported out as, moments later, the massive vessel blew apart, treating the desolate world below to a spectacular, if short-lived, meteor shower of debris. CHAPTER 1: CHECK IN Once again a storm hit the Night Skies Hotel. But this time no Peter walked through the front door. Instead, a rather pale-faced man of absolutely no cosmic importance stepped through. He put away his umbrella and shook himself off. His name was Melvin Freidank and he would be a new addition to the staff in a matter of hours. For now, he was a lonely, 40-year-old man composed of skin and bones. He was sweet-natured and easily manipulated. Here he would find people waiting to take advantage of him for their own gains. He also happened to be very horny. The raven-haired women at the front desk seemed to sense that about him and teased Melvin in subtle ways, all the while keeping up their professional composure. Melvin received his room and went promptly to it without any fuss. Guest number one checked in. *** Behind Melvin came a short, heavyset man with a dog. This was Conrad Knightley. In his younger days he had been a wanderer, and still liked the feeling of being way away from home despite having a nice life there. He had never married, and never would. He did have a dog, Spot. The dog was small, and a mongrel, too. Conrad liked the dog's company for some strange reason, probably because he was a good, accessible travel partner. The women up front loved the animal, cooing at him and Conrad as well. Guest number two checked in. *** A little after Conrad had checked in came Xavier Janson. He was a wanderer. He had no real past, and didn't want to make one. How he had gotten the money for the hotel was above anyone and everyone. He basked in the attention of the women showered on him and went to his room. Guest number three checked in. *** Guests numbers four, five, and six were already within the hotel. These were the Patriarchial agents sent in to keep tabs on the hotel while an unknown operative got intelligence. The first was known simply as Luke. The second was Charles. The third was Quentin. Their stories were nonexistent, and changed depending on the bitch that asked. If any, the most important was Charles, for his room had significant value to all the guests. With all six checked in, the story begins. CHAPTER 2: MEET AND GREET Conrad and Quentin met up in the hallway outside the hotel pool a few hours into their stay. Quentin was busy keeping watch on the pool. It was a bad job. The constant fondling by the passing women would have normally been relaxing, but behind their lustful eyes, he knew were the drives of terrifying predators with the power to add him to their ranks if the slightest thing went wrong. The sooner this job was over the better. He could go home and have a vacation. After a while, the constant incoming tide of males and outflow of women, only women, got to Quentin. He stopped a man at random, pulled him aside for company, and saved his mind for a while. This man was Conrad. "Hello, sir, I was just on my way to the pool with Spot here," Conrad said. The dog barked to alert Quentin to his presence. Quentin smiled at the dog and returned his attention to Conrad. "Name's Quentin. I'm sorta new around these parts, and am staying alone. You looked like a man who's done his fair share of traveling. Thought I might as well make your acquaintance," Quentin said, offering his hand. "Conrad. Glad to meet you. And Spot's glad too. I'm new around here as well. This hotel's too fancy for me to be staying in constantly. Pool smells relaxing, and it's probably really cool. I've always had a soft spot for cool areas." "I didn't hear good things about their pool online." "They have a Web site? I just ran across this place at random." "Yep. Too bad I didn't bring my laptop or I'd bring it down and show you. I heard some bad stuff about their pool in fact. Something about the amount of chlorine in the pool. It fluctuates waaay too much. And look at all these women ... I know it sounds like an incentive, but do you really want to be in a pool where so many young people have obviously gotten laid?" Conrad thought for a moment. "Hmm. I had no idea. Well, Spot, doesn't look like we'll be swimming today. Thanks mister. I really had no idea." "No problem. See you around." Conrad turned and left with Spot for unknown parts of the hotel. Quentin's shift was going to be up soon, and the conversation with a sane man instead of one of the women or the half-turned men was refreshing. He also felt like he was spiting the hotel by at least delaying another staff member's recruitment. Quentin sighed and awaited the end of his shift. *** An hour before Quentin and Conrad became acquainted, Xavier had met Melvin - but it was already much too late for Melvin. His transformation had already begun, though it was just picking up speed. Melvin's eyes had shifted color from blue to green, and he no longer needed his glasses. He looked much, much more youthful and full of energy than earlier. In fact, he looked giddy. Melvin had unbuttoned his top button and his pants hand become quite tight on him. His shoulders had begun to round, and his hair had definitely become darker. His chest had become soft to his touch, but Melvin missed that through the fuzziness in his head and just a lack of concern. The woman within him was growing rapidly. Xavier bumped into him at the ice machine and pinned him immediately as a fruit. "Are you gay?" he prompted, a mean grin on his face. "No," Melvin squeaked out. He'd soon start noticing the downside of the hill of womanhood. "Why?" "Cause when I bent over to get my ice out of the machine, I saw you almost fall head over heels trying to get a peek behind me. That's about as gay as it gets." "I must've tripped." The words were hard for Melvin to get out. His head was really fuzzy now, and bad cramps were ripping through him. And had his voice sounded like a woman's? "Sure, fag. You tripped standing up." "Yes! That's what I did!" Melvin cried out as waves of pleasure emanated outward from his groin. His feelings told him whatever had been making him feel younger and more alive were now turning on him. This did feel so good though. Xavier saw the erection Melvin had through his pants. "Okay, dude, whatever. Just stay away from me or I'll cut your fucking ears off. Got me?" Melvin bit his lower lip and nodded. The taste of lipstick filled his mouth. Xavier shook his head and left the ice room, the door slamming shut behind him. Melvin almost screamed in relief. He fell back against the ice machine and began panting. Whatever was working on him was not making him feel any more comfortable. He felt hot and sweaty. Another wave of pleasure erupted outward from his groin and his felt his pants starting to become very taunt around his backside and hips. Melvin closed his eyes and moaned as he willed the changes there to finish. Something told him he had to obey. Melvin's pants and boxers split and tore, giving way to reveal shapely female hips and buttocks. His smaller penis poked out in sharp contrast to the beauty of the rest of his lower half. Melvin felt more changes coming on, but bit his plump, lipstick-covered lips, momentarily holding them back. He needed to investigate this. Melvin's now daintier hands felt the soft, fat-marbled skin of his thighs and buttocks. His nails grew longer as his hands traveled down his hairless legs. Melvin's attention turned to his arms, which were also hairless. It seemed what little body hair he had had gone away. A knot of panic arose as he looked over his changing features. Thick, luscious black hair fell in front of his eyes; it curled as he swept it out his field of vision. The curling action sent a wave of weightlessness through him and he giggled a woman's giggle. Melvin's heart pounded. Beads of sweat ran gently down his face as it became rounder. He covered it with his long-nailed, dainty hands as it changed. An image of a beautiful woman went through his mind. He recognized the woman as him. Part of him yearned for the image to be and he felt his mind becoming undone. "I have to finish changing quick. Someone'll need ice anytime now," he said softly in realization. Melvin yelped and snapped back flat against the ice machine as his back caved inward. His loosened shirt brushed across his nipples, and he felt a wave of pleasure shoot to his toes. He moaned. What was this? Melvin gritted and stamped his foot as a pair of small bumps emerged from his chest. "Oh God what's happening to me?!" The bumps jumped outward - Melvin bit his lip to keep from screaming. He didn't want anyone to hear him. How embarrassing would this be? Melvin brought his hands up to the bumps, which were now small mounds. He snorted with ... anticipation? An evil, evil, evil part of his mind said yes to a very, very, very evil thought. Before Melvin could muster up enough will to fight back, this part made his hands gently squeeze his emerging pleasure centers. Melvin inhaled deeply and let out a very female moan as the mounds became even larger. He almost climbed the wall and screamed as they jumped yet again. The remaining buttons on his shirt popped, the pressure too much for them to contain. He moaned again as his shirt slipped open, revealing two large, D-cup sized tits. Dark, erect nipples topped his quivering melons, surrounded by dark, expansive aerolae. He could smell the sweat slicking his mammaries and see it dripping into the deep valley between them. He felt the tickle of a bead hitting a swollen nipple, and laughed. Melvin's mind caved in completely. He fell to his hands and knees and began what seemed like a breathing exercise. He penis shrank down to a pink nub and Melvin let out a moan through gritted teeth. "Pleeease. Go away." The thing was a bother now. He could wait for it to disappear so he could go claim some male's seed like he was meant to. Melvin's penis receded quickly into him and he felt it digging deeper into his body. His pleasure became near orgasmic. The internal changes completed, and Melvin felt his crotch burn one last time as an inverted triangular patch of thick, dark pubic fur sprouted. A ripple went through Melvin as the last of his now-useless seed spilled from between new nether lips onto the ice room's floor. He blinked as all of his new drives hit at once. Melvin ... Melvi ... Melv ... Mel growled and sat back on her haunches. She squeezed her breasts and almost screamed with joy at the sight of the clear, hot fluid beading on the tips of her engorged nipples. Carolina entered at that moment. "I thought you'd never finish. Luckily only some of our more experienced guests came by while you were changing. They know how horny we get," she commented. She examined her new sister and smiled. "Oh, you're so beautiful. I hope you get to stay with me!" She helped Mel up from the floor. A vague image of Carolina came into Mel's head, but she couldn't hang on to it, nor did she care to. Her mind was focused on a singular goal - she needed a male, and fast. It was necessary for her to breathe. Carolina saw the lust in her eyes and patted her on her plump ass. "There's a man down the hall who I'm sure would love some company. Go on an have fun." She gestured at the pile of ripped clothing and the small pool of cooling semen. "I'll clean up this mess you made." Mel scampered off down the hall to the door behind which she could just smell male. She looked back at Carolina, who smiled and nodded. Mel's behind twitched and she knocked enthusiastically on the door. The door swung open and she almost melted into the man's arms. "Well, what have we got here?" Luke asked playfully of the bitch in front of him. Mel indicated her lack of pants and he grinned. "Oh, it's of that nature. Well, come on in. I'm ready for you." *** Charles was the more experienced member of the infiltration team. He'd been in some of the smaller complexes and sent many of the bitches to meet their makers. But the endless killing and fighting had worn heavily on his mind over the years. He was a rare find among his people, for he thought of himself as a pacifist. He just realized the chaos these bitches caused. If only they wanted just to live a peaceful existence to themselves, he'd have not cared one whit whether they existed. But the way they thrived and the thought of his son becoming one of them was too much for him. And so he found himself here, in the largest hotel complex he'd ever been in. Charles relaxed, allowing his mind to wander momentarily before once again focusing on his assignment. As the head of the mission, he would be sent into ground zero to tap into the natural information flow. Charles would have to sit poker faced at the bar until he sensed danger or until he was too tired to stay awake. Pulling himself off the bed, he put on the simplest clothes he could take on the mission, along with his few protective devices and sighed. Opening the door to his suite, he nearly collided with Willa. She smiled weakly at him. "I'm so sorry sir. My mind was completely somewhere else," she said. Charles could tell something was definitely on her mind, something heavy. And heavy to them meant lust to Charles. He frowned. "I bet it was," he growled. She shook her head and looked almost in tears. "Oh no! Please don't be angry with me. It's just ... oh, I need a drink. Please, come sit with me. I promise no more bumping into people. I'll bump into them first. These are great bumpers." She indicated her breasts. Charles smiled at the crude humor. He didn't absolutely hate all the women, and often he was charmed by them. This was crude but charming. "See? It'll be bumper escorts. I'll be your bumper. Just drink with me. It'll be fun." "Okay." Charles shrugged and followed her. This was as good a time as any to gather intelligence. But, duty being duty, he'd have to avoid imbibing alcohol. *** Conrad found his way back to his room. Xavier waited nearby. The young man's bad-looking attitude didn't sit well with Conrad and he hoped he could get into his room without incidence. "Have a nice swim?" Xavier asked warmly. Conrad looked at the youth, who was holding an empty ice bucket. "Some guy said the pool was horrible. I didn't want to risk it," Conrad replied. He cringed inside. What was this kid about? "Well, that's good advice. Most of this hotel sucks anyway." The youth snickered. "I made a pun. Well, you keep your wits about you old-timer. I'll see you later." "Yeah, later." The youth hadn't turned out to be so bad after all. In fact, Conrad felt some sort of weird air about him. It was like they were on the same wavelength. The kid had definitely seen some rough times, like Conrad had at one point. "Come see me later, I'll tell you some on-the-road stories!" Xavier turned and smiled. Conrad waved him off and entered his hotel room. He looked at the floor. On it was a scribbled note. Conrad read the message and scratched his head. Who was Charles? *** Melvin's encounter with Quentin had been an unfortunate one. Melvin bumped into the man, who had just started his shift at the time, in the pool area. Quentin had taken a seat on a nearby bench and Melvin flopped down beside him. "What do you want?" Quentin asked harshly. Melvin sighed. "Nothing. Just having a seat. Jeez." Quentin gave a nod, an annoyed look crossing his face. "Why did I get stuck with this shift?" he muttered to himself. "Shift? What, you work here?" "You see many male employees, dingbat?" "No, but I mean, there's ..." "Didn't think so." "Okay, then what?" "Like it's your business?" "Just trying to make conversation." "Who said I wanted a conversation?" The conversation ended abruptly. Melvin looked away awkwardly as Quentin crossed his arms. "I bet Luke doesn't have to deal with shit like this. Stupid rookie." "Who's Luke?" "Partner on the third floor. He's ... wait. Why are you talking to me? Get the fuck out of here! Go on, get! I don't want company." Melvin jumped up and backed off. Quentin shook his head and went back to his watch. Melvin made his way down a corridor leading away from the pool, sulking. Just then a gentle hand pressed down on his shoulder. "What's wrong honey?" Carolina asked. Melvin stammered when he looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Was she talking to him? Her mouth shaped more words. "Hello?" "Oh, hi. Oh I'm fine. Just alone. That's all." "How long?" "Huh?" "How long you been alone?" "All my life." "Oh, I'm so sorry." Carolina smiled and pulled him down to her height and pulled him against her. Her breasts felt nice against him and he was short of breath. He hadn't been hugged by a woman in forever. "Better?" He nodded. She smiled and pecked him on the cheek. "You know, there's something I bet you've never done." "There's a lot of things. What thing would you be referring to?" Carolina smiled, rubbing her face against his chest. She ran a hand down the middle of her ample breasts and then traced her finger along the top of her groin. Melvin gave her a puzzled look. "I'm on my break and I was going to relax by the pool, but you're so cute and..." "And?" Melvin didn't catch her drift yet. She leaned close. "You ever fucked a hotel maid until she went blind? Because that's what I want you to do to me." She backed away, an eager look on her face. Her hair had somehow become unkempt and it added to her sexiness. "Got me stud?" "Y ... yes ... ma'am." Melvin couldn't quite get the sentence out. Something felt off, but he shook his head. This was weird, but she was interested. And sex was sex to Melvin. He just cared if he got some eventually. Who knew? Maybe this could become something more? She was just a lowly housekeeper and he was a computer programmer. She could love him and he could love her. She was so damn nice. His prudence took over. "But isn't that against your company policy?" "Actually ...," Carolina giggled. "The higher ups encourage healthy guest-employee relationships. What could be more healthy than a roll in the hay? I promise. You'll be in heaven with me. I'll do anything you want." "When? Where?" Carolina saw his eyes cross over to green and knew her work was beginning. The seeds were planted and like a master farmer she was ready to run the harvest. "Now. Your room. And lover, the only price, before you ask, is that you unleash whatever you got on me. And perhaps tell me a little about your 'friend' over there?" Carolina motioned to Quentin. Melvin looked at him. "Sure. Whatever. Let's go have sex." Melvin smiled smugly to himself. Carolina snuggled close to his arm. She smiled wickedly at other employees as they passed by. They returned the smile and she felt warm all over. "By the way, what's your name?" "Carolina, but you can call me Snoopy. A lot of people do." "Why?" "Cause I'm so snoopy. Wanna see? What's you name?" "Melvin." "See? I snooped that out of you." Melvin smiled and shook his head as the elevator doors closed. Carolina looked around the elevator, deep in memory. "Ooh. I love this place." *** Charles and Willa sat at the bar amidst a crowd of raven-haired women. To Willa's dismay, Charles refused to drink, but surprisingly she didn't press him very much on the issue. She seemed contented to talk, which impressed Charles. "I'm so glad I have a guy to talk to for once ... well, I talk to guys quite a bit, but well ... I don't always have very long. You'll do for a while I know," she said as she puffed on her long, Capri 120 superslim cigarette and then took a drink. "There are some things that my sisters just can't understand." "Like what?" Charles pressed. Deeper thoughts and emotions. He got the lack of conversation bit too. He hoped he lasted for quite a while. In fact, he hoped he outlived this one as interesting as she was getting. "My past life I suppose." "Past life? You remember?" "Bits and pieces I think." "Incredible. What?" "Being in love. I was a guy in my past life. And I was very much in love with a woman." "What happened to her?" "Something bad." Willa gulped down the rest of her drink and called for another. She pulled hard on her cigarette. Charles didn't take offense when she exhaled a gentle stream of creamy, white smoke in his face. It was a thing they did almost without thinking, and it wouldn't work on him anyway. "I'm not sure exactly what though. I knew better when I was born. You know? Being closer to that life? Just a young mind coming off another life of experience? It still troubles me while I'm dreaming." "Sounds really bad." "Yeah. You remember your past life?" "Nah. I don't believe in reincarnation." Willa nodded and smiled. She blew another cloud of smoke into his face. For a moment, she rubbed her sweat-covered leg against his, letting the sweat smear his uncovered knees. Once again, he didn't care. It wouldn't work on him. "What do you believe in?" "It's too complicated. You wouldn't understand." "Buddha? Christ? Lord Za of Slimtak?" She snickered after the last one. "Nope. I believe in nothing to tell the truth. I've seen some pretty wonderful things, but nothing that said 'God, you exist.' I'm seen some horrid things that prove he doesn't." "I see where you're coming from. If she's really up there, hmmm. Why'd my past self have to suffer and give me nightmares? And oh so many other things." The last sentence was emphasized. He caught her drift. He was fairly sure she wasn't on to him, but he could sense the hatred of the Patriarchy in her voice. Her brushing of his hair sent an familiar feeling through him: pity. It was honest to goodness pity for this woman. She was really trying to connect. Her, and perhaps the man she had once been. But at the same time, there was some force somewhere driving her to try and change him, futile or not. He had the semen analogue to free her mind. It was intended for use in case a fellow operative went over to the dark side, to allow a return and possible salvage before everything was compromised, but surely it wouldn't come to that. Oh, but it had before. Charles cut the thought from his head. "Gaia to man! Anyone home?" "Huh?" Charles snapped back to Willa's charming, smiling face. "Sorry, must've dazed out there." "It's okay, lover." She looked into his eyes. For moment he almost panicked at the thought of possibly being changed. But then he shoved that away. She didn't look completely confident, or even concerned for that matter. She wasn't really trying to work him over that hard. And his protection was top notch. "Whoa! Did you say lover?" "Sorry, pet name. It's a habit." She grinned bleakly. She chugged away a third drink. "You okay?" "Nope. Bad thoughts." "Past life?" "Partly. But I also want to cross a line with you that I know I shouldn't. You don't deserve it." Charles felt the pity welling up again, but acted puzzled. "What's that?" "I want to make love to you." Willa closed her eyes for a moment, lost in some sort of daze. "Mmmm. That alcohol's really getting to me." "Make love? But we've only met." "I know. But it's a habit around here. We seem to share a bad case of nymphomania. Personally I have a distaste for it. But the others, they like to go off their rockers with it. Anyway, you don't deserve it." Charles felt his stomach tie in knots. She wanted to spare him. He couldn't let her know he knew what she meant though. At least not yet. "Don't deserve it? That's an insult if I ever heard one. And here I thought we were just getting to be friends." She shook her head quickly. She was tearing up. "No, no, honey. It's not that. It's just ... oh you wouldn't understand if I could tell you. You really don't want any of this." "Bad?" "No, very, very good. The best in fact. I'll fuck you 'til you don't have the ability to walk and you still thank me. And I'm so sweet." A fire danced in her eyes. She blinked it away. Her panting slowed down, although her dark, erect nipples continued to poke out through her slinky dress. "Gotta stop talking like that. Gets me in the mood. And we don't need that. You know what ... Charles?" "Yes, Charles." "I'm going to find someone else. You gotta understand. This is too deep for you. You don't want to be involved with me. Get out of here as fast as you can." The melancholy was fading in her eyes to be replaced by increasing lust. He could tell the effects of the alcohol had something to do with it, but so was her biological will. It didn't matter though. Charles was sold on her. She was fading and he'd do whatever he had to keep this woman around. Yes, woman, not a bitch. This had been a man and was now a woman. She was trying to protect him. She could have another will outside the hotel's, for however long it would allow her to. It could be erasing what made her her at that moment. He felt a pang in his heart at that thought. And knew he had to make it look like what she had been doing sold. He wouldn't free her tormented former self, but he would go through with love. "Come on now. Nothing's too deep for me. Please. You've made your point. I'll do you. Now come on." Her lust faded away and she snickered. "'I'll do you. Now come on.'? You're too precious. Oh, but you don't want this. Just walk away." "Trust me. I do want this." he looked into her eyes and gave her a look like he had fallen completely in love with her, which wasn't far from the truth. She was growing on him. And this was a pacifistic way. His look almost dissuaded her again, so he improvised. "I mean, come on bitch. Let's go fuck." She scowled and shook her head. He'd disappointed her finally, which probably saved her. If she thought he was ready to go instead of talking now, she would let the hotel's will flow freely and could save herself for another person. He would think of something during sex to help her out of here. The two went up by elevator. CHAPTER 3: LOCKDOWN Quentin was rushing as fast as he could to Charles' room. There was a rat. Someone had been turned. It definitely wasn't him. So it had to be Luke or worse, Charles. It didn't matter who, so long as Quentin could get to Charles' equipment. He could call for an escape. Two more employees stepped in front of him in front of the elevator. "Mr. Quentin, we're afraid we need a word with you," they said in almost perfect unison. "Please come peacefully with us. We promise you'll leave in a better mood." "No, bitches, I think I'll keep going. Where are the stairs?" "They're broken." "Stairs broken, huh? Alright. Looks like I'll have to make you move." Quentin took on the two women simultaneously. It wasn't too hard to keep up with them. In fact, he had one down soon and the other clinging to him as he slid into the elevator. He shoved her off when she bit down on his neck. She yelped as she hit the ground and he grinned. A feel of the bite didn't show any blood, so he felt safe. The elevator went up. *** Charles lay beside Willa in ecstasy. Her room reeked of sex. It had been wonderful. And he'd been able to protect himself too. Willa probably wouldn't care about the changes or maybe she'd just assume he would change eventually. That was his ticket out. Or ... "You were great Charlie." "No one calls me Charlie." "I do. And maybe some others will too. I hope not though. Mmmm. I'm still glowing aren't I?" "Yep." "Good. I hope I'm beautiful." "Yep." "You know just how to tickle me the right way, don't you?" "Yep." "I'm so sorry." "For what?" "You'll see." "I will?" "Yes." "Hey, that's my line." He forced a chuckle. He wanted her to know he had had a good time, as chilling as what she had just said was. He started to say something when the door burst open. "WHY YOU?!" Quentin screamed. "Huh? Why'd you betray us with this bitch?" "Quentin? What're you doing here?" "The Patriarchy never did anything to harm you Charles! Have you forgotten your oaths? Or please tell me you were freeing someone important from slavery. Or perhaps that's Luke?" "The Patriarchy?" Willa looked dumbstruck. Charles winced as realization dawned in her emerald green eyes. "You're a Patriarchial spy?! You bastard! AH!" Charles flung Willa below him as she tried to pounce. "Yes, but please, Willa. Try to keep it low." "Why should I?" "Because I love you." "You love a bitch?" Quentin look shocked. "Quentin, just wait, I'll explain in a moment. And you better explain why you're here too." "I tracked you here." "Okay." "You love me?" Willa look outraged. "A Patriarchial spy loving a sister? I've never heard anything more absurd." "Look, why do you think I came up here? I'd have done anything to turn you back to our side. I haven't tried to get information from you. Not every Patriarchial agent hates the Sisterhood. At least I don't." Charles paused, breathing heavily. "I only do it because ... well, I have my own fears. But you're different. When you thought I was just a charming guy, you tried to help me. You tried to keep me from your fate, as much hotel will you have in you, you still tried. I only agreed so you could keep your past life. It makes you a person, a woman even. I respect you. And I think I love you. A man is supposed to love a woman." Willa was paralyzed with shock. So was Quentin. "The bitches are onto us, we gotta get back to your room," Quentin said at last. "We can call for an exit. And possibly find the traitor. I already dropped a line to Luke. He's waiting with some Conrad guy. And there's this Xavier kid who showed up too. They both received some sort of note." "You're right, we gotta hurry." Charles turned his gaze back to Willa. "Come with us. I can get you help. If we get far away from the hotel then ...," Willa shushed him. "No. The hotel is my home now. It's in my blood and soul. But I believe what you said Charles. For what it's worth, I love you too. But I'm a hotel employee and they can and will break me. If I weren't pinned, I'd probably be fighting you both right now. Just go. And forget me. Forgetting helps. It washes away the past. Just make sure I'm the good dreams in your next life, okay?" Charles almost said no but knew she was right. He climbed off her and blew a goodbye kiss. She nodded sternly, struggling to keep a lid on some biological and psychological urges. Quentin grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out of the room. Willa disappeared from view and Charles became his cold, experienced warrior self. *** Charles sealed the door to their room best he could. As an extra measure of security, all the room's furnishings were piled in front of it as well. Quentin checked for other entries. And Luke looked panicked like rookies always did. The Xavier kid didn't care. Conrad and his dog were puzzled but not really frightened. "What's the is all about?" Conrad asked. "Why do I have note telling me to be here?" "Me too," Xavier echoed. They both held up their notes. Charles gave them a puzzled look. "I have no clue. But whoever cared to give you those notes wanted you to find out about our Patriarchial ties. So you're tied in too. And this is your tomb as well." Luke looked even more panicked. "That's right boys and girls. As you might've heard a few minutes ago, our equipment isn't working. The Sisterhood did a number on our equipment in here, plus we're probably jammed like nobody's business. I think our trinkets for protection still work, but who knows, they could be defunct now too. I for one don't care. I suggest we remove them." "You'd love for us to do that. I can hear the bitch rising up your voice Charles," Quentin hissed. "How long is it going to take until you have pair of big tits like the bitch I caught you fucking? I say we tie his ass up and keep the damn trinkets." "I'm not a fucking traitor. Someone had to have leaked something important on accident." "Perhaps you?" "No, it wasn't me. I've been far too many missions to give up something like that. Perhaps it was you or the rookie." "Exactly. So many missions. Must be getting to you by now. And you admittedly don't hate the Sisterhood." "You don't want to fight me boy." Charles stared down Quentin. Conrad jumped between the two. "Look, I don't think this is helping, you two. Something weird is going on, and I don't think fighting will keep us alive. This is a life-and-death situation, right? Or are you just trying to sound scary?" Nearby, Xavier sneered at Luke, who looked away. This was getting to him. "Life-and-death situation?" Charles repeated Conrad's question. "You don't know how right you are. Quentin, give the newcomers a briefing. Our covers are blown, and we might need them at some point, so let's be honest." "But what if they turn?" "It doesn't matter. We go outside that door, we're pretty much one of them already." "Not if your bitch ..." "The man said be quiet," Xavier chimed in. "Just explain and get it over with so we can start thinking. Quentin sighed, shook his head at Charles and went into the story. It was from the Patriarchy's viewpoint, but it didn't matter. The two civilians got the message. From time to time, Charles would interject, adding details, trying to balance things out a bit "Great. So we're dead or enslaved if we help you guys or we'll be mindless fuck drones if we join up with the Sisterhood?" Xavier growled. "Right now, we're the lesser of the two evils. All we care about is getting out. I'm sorry the Patriarchy works the way it does, but you can file your complaints later," Charles said, not blaming them for hating the situation they were in. He patted Luke reassuringly on the shoulder as the rookie entered the suite's bathroom. A thoughtful look crossed Charles' face. "The one thing that bugs me is that they haven't whisked us out of this room already. It's like they can't get in. Or they're toying with us. One's good, the other's definitely bad. We gotta figure a way out quick. Quentin, options?" "Umm. Vent?" Looking closer, Charles noticed that Quentin appeared to be out of breath. "You okay?" "Yeah, just had an encounter with some bitches on the way up. Fatigue's just hitting me." Quentin rolled his neck. The bite mark was obvious. "You were bitten?!" "Don't worry, no blood. They didn't get through the protection." "Your eyes are green." Quentin snorted. "They've always been green." "True. Well, if anything starts to feel weird, alert me. In the meantime, I'll be keeping an eye on you." "Same here, traitor." Charles ignored the barb. "Okay, we have a vent. Let's take a look at it." Charles walked over to the vent and stared up at it. It was large enough to fit one person. And the duct might lead out. But what led out could lead in - he'd have to keep a close eye on it just to be safe. "That's an escape route. Better than the window. Unless you guys can fly." Xavier sneered. "I can." Quentin shook his head. "Shut up kid." "Alright." "So we have two possible exits - the vent and maybe the window," Quentin observed. "Then there's the door, which I guess would be bad. I guess we're camping for now. Who's got first watch? Charles?" "Alright. You sleep Quentin. And since your trust in me is rather lacking, choose someone to keep an eye on me." Quentin nodded toward the bathroom. "Luke." "OK. Luke! You got that buddy?" "Yes." Luke's voice came weakly from the restroom. "Excellent. Now, the rest of you grab some shut-eye. I'll keep first watch." "Remember, I'll kill you all before I change." "We know Quentin. Hey, Conrad, that dog going to OK?" "Yeah, he'll be fine. Too much excitement, but he'll be fine." Spot wagged his tail and licked Conrad's face as he laid down. "Well, let's hope so. Just so you know: We may have to eat him to stay alive. Can you accept that if that's what it comes to?" Charles saw a frown crease Conrad's face "You have to." Conrad gazed steadily at Charles. "Alright, I'm prepared." With that, Conrad dozed off. Xavier followed. Quentin made a fake gun gesture at Charles and then dozed off. Charles went to the window and looked at the storm. It was definitely night, but one could hardly tell with the weather. Charles said a silent prayer to Willa's past incarnations and settled down, keeping a keen eye on his surroundings. Thunder roared and lightning crackled outside the window, the drumroll of rain pelting the thin pane of glass separating the suite's occupants from what lay beyond. *** Quentin was awakened by Charles in the middle of the night. He put his finger over his lips and motioned Quentin toward the bathroom. Quentin rubbed his aching head and climbed up next to Charles. "What is it?" Quentin whispered, annoyed. "It's Luke. He never came out. I think he's waiting for your shift. So he can come out." Charles replied glumly. "Why my shift? If you're accusing me..." "No, you just trust him more than I do. Poor rookie. Or I hope poor rookie. If he gave us up intentionally, I'll strangle him." "What?" "He turned Quentin. I heard it. The bitch was trying to hold in her moans, but they're just too into it. You can hear breathing now, heavy too. She's horny. I can smell it from here." "Luke? How?" "Who cares? Point is, we have a bitch in what was an otherwise safe room. To make it safe again, we gotta kill her and hope none of us get turned in the process." "Should I wake the expendables?" "Don't call them that. And no, they'll go from 'expendables' to liabilities quickly in this war. You gotta take your shift and lure her out. I'll put on my protection in case, and we'll both handle her." "I don't believe Luke ... did you turn him or something?" "Do you see two big fucking mounds on my chest? Am I begging to suck you off? No, I'm just fine. Now, we gotta handle her." Pounding could be heard on the suite's door. "Great. More bitches ... but they aren't an immediate concern, judging from how we've been protected thus far. Now let's do this." CHAPTER 4: THE TRAITOR Luke had invited the horny young woman into his private suite. He knew full well what she was and didn't care. He had already destroyed his protection. He was defecting. Luke had seen what the Patriarchy did to every timeline it encountered. He didn't want to be a part of it any longer. He'd be a mindless slut before he would kill another person in the name of the Patriarchy. At least as a woman, he could love, unlike most of the hardened military men he knew. "Fuck me handsome," Mel demanded. She was too horny to think of anything else. "Alright. And I'm going to tell you some things that might not make sense right now, but when you're finished, you'll know what to do. My thanks to your sister for picking out a good girl for me to spend my last night as a man with." "Whatever. Take me." Their clothes were off in a matter of minutes. They went at it for hours, orgasming again and again. Luke whispered everything he knew about the operation to Mel and every secret he knew about the Patriarchy. It wasn't much, but he wasn't really trying to buy anything out of the Sisterhood. He just wanted to halt the advance of the Patriarchy across the timelines as much as possible. When they were done, laying in the silent ecstasy, Mel spoke into Luke's ear, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. "Thank you sister. You will get your escape soon. But we need you as a man still. You have to get into their sealed room and disable its protections, or we'll never get your comrades." Luke nodded to her. She nuzzled his face and kissed him. "See you later Leia." Part of Luke perked up at hearing the name, but he held it back. He had one more job to do before facing the transformation. *** Luke sealed himself in the bathroom as soon as he felt the woman within him stirring. His mission was accomplished, and now all he could do was transform, and then give the others the gift of womanhood. He would fuck and suck them all. His now-green eyes widened at the thought and he allowed his hair to creep down his shoulders all the while telling himself that a slow change would keep it from being overheard by the others - after all, why raise suspicions unnecessarily? Luke answered Charles when he shouted in, and then knew his voice was no longer required. He let the change flow as the others fell asleep one by one. He sat in the luxurious tub as the changes progressed. His hair filled out as his face softened. He removed his pants slowly as they were tight around his expanding hips and buttocks. He removed his shirt and rubbed at the soft spots on hi chest, waiting for the pleasure centers to flare up. Luke let his mind go early, not even caring to feel this as a man. Luke ... Luk ... Lu ... Leia cried out as her ribs shifted inward, and her lower regions fulfilled their intended glory, giving her an hourglass shape. She listened for any activity, but couldn't hear any. Satisfied, she focused again, and felt a sudden heat on her chest - something exciting was about to happen! And she didn't know how she wouldn't squeal. Leia grabbed a towel and bit into it as two bumps emerged beneath her dark, erect nipples. Her eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy. She brought her legs up and kicked as the bumps jumped up. She just had to rub them and cry out once! But not yet. Wait until the others weren't expecting her. That Quentin hunk would do it. Her mounds grew again and she almost screamed it felt so good. She went to her hands and knees, the tiny pink thing that was her penis beginning to withdraw. She panted and heaved one more time, her tits spilling outward into their full D-cup glory. She moaned inwardly. And when she thought she would have no relief, something warm splattered against her thighs, along with a weak orgasm. She looked down to see semen puddling below her and slicking her inner thighs. Where a penis had once nestled between her legs, there was now a furry hole - and it seemingly called to her. She couldn't resist. She traced around her vagina, teasing it, letting her luscious, lipstick-smeared mouth water in anticipation. She scooped up a fingerful of semen and shoved it into her mouth. The salty taste was divine, and she couldn't wait to find more, preferably from a man's cock. She almost cried out as the quake hit her body. She needed a man now. And her own seed, which was now drying in the tub, would never do. She wanted the good stuff that she knew was easily obtainable just outside the bathroom's sealed doors. CHAPTER 5: ESCAPE PLAN As soon as Leia emerged from the bathroom, her eyes locked onto the figure of Quentin, who seemed to have fallen asleep at his post. She stared at him, panting, admiring how peaceful he looked. When she was sure he was asleep, she inched closer to him, her anticipation at passing her gift to another man growing. She came right up to his face and stared at his closed eye lids. Her eyes traced his body to his crotch, and the hidden glories there. Quentin was hers. Charles grabbed Leia from behind as her hands reached for Quentin's pants. His eyes shot open as he brought a small laser pistol to Leia's chin. "Well, well, looks like we found the traitor. Too bad for you rook, but it looks like you've found a new job," Quentin sneered. He admired the struggling woman's curvaceous form. "Damn, they make you bitches nice. If you weren't so dangerous and this weren't business, we'd have some fun." "I wouldn't touch her if I were you," Charles warned Quentin. He leaned to Leia's ear. "I'll end your pain." Leia cried out as Charles' hand squeezed her neck. "My sisters will avenge ..." her words ended abruptly with a sharp crack. He had snapped her neck. Her head lolled unnaturally as Charles released his grip and dragged her body into the bathroom. "Yuck. She got sweat all over me. Thankfully we have protection," Charles muttered as he exited the restroom. He removed his shirt and pants, leaving him in his underwear. Charles tossed his contaminated clothes into the restroom and dabbed the other parts of himself with a towel. "It's time to get out of here. They already got one of us. The rest of us might be in just as much danger." "Agreed," Xavier said, now awake. Conrad also came to life, and Spot's yipping filled the suite. "Though I'm certain we're quite safe in here. I'm just tired of waiting." "What would you know? You didn't even know about this war until today," Quentin snickered. "Well, I know more than you think." "Are you another operative? One the Champions decided not to tell us about?" "You could say that." Realization dawned on Charles' face. "You're the one we're supposed to support," he growled. "So why the hell did you wait until now to inform us? It's not like your cover could be any more blown." "Oh, my cover hasn't been blown until now, and then only because I wanted it to be. Then again, you still don't know who I am, so perhaps blown isn't the correct word." Xavier mused. He looked around the suite, searching for something. "Peter, Peter, Peter, where did you leave it?" Quentin swung on Xavier. "Peter?" he hissed, the name piquing a wariness within him. "I've seen that name in some after-action reports." He shifted the laser pistol's muzzle toward Xavier's abdomen. "Peter wasn't thought very highly of in them." "He's one of those guardians - allegedly, he's working with the Sisterhood," Charles murmured, slipping into the Patriarchy's renowned Dering martial arts pose. The two operatives looked ready to pounce, but Xavier just laughed. "Easy boys. Peter's far from an ally of the Sisterhood. In fact, as much as he hates you, he's the closest thing to a friend you have right now," Xavier explained. He went back to searching, not stopping until he found what he was looking for behind the suite's thin, 32-inch plasma television. "What's your relationship to this Peter fellow?" Charles asked, his readiness unwavering. "Well, let's see." Xavier produced a circular piece of metal about the size of his palm. He sighed and traced his finger in a simple pattern across the surface, then set it on the floor. A very realistic hologram appeared, seemingly floating above the disc. It was of a man with a sword hilt emerging from the dark robes he wore. "I am Peter," the hologram said, "and I'm sure all of the people in the room, with the exception of Conrad, have heard of me." There was a brief pause. "I am the one who called Conrad here, and Xavier - whose real name is Nick - was already instructed to be here. Nick liked you and so that is why you are here in this mess. But rest assured, if Nick and I can keep to our plan, you'll be out in no time. "At present, I cannot communicate with Nick because the barrier I have erected around this suite will not allow anything through. You'll have to make your way through the vent to a rendezvous point. Don't worry - the ventilation shaft is secure. Just follow Nick, and you'll wind up in my suite. We'll make contact there and you will assist me in completing the mission your Champions sent me on. That is all." The hologram flickered off and Nick picked it up. He turned toward the others expectantly. "I don't trust Nick or Peter," Quentin said firmly. "That's too bad, because I do," Charles said, relaxing out of the martial arts stance. "I'm following him. I've been around the block enough to know it's our best option." "I concur," Conrad chimed in. "Spot and I are going." Nick shrugged. "To be frank, none of you have a choice - you're coming with me. Why? Because you're all too much of a liability to be captured now." He gestured. "I can kill you, which I'm not so inclined to do, or you can come to safety. It's your call." "You'll kill us, huh?" Quentin asked smugly. "Or just me, to be more exact, because everyone else is going on your field trip. How are you going to do that boy?" Charles shook his head, sighing as Nick spoke again. "You do realize that I'm in the same league as Peter, don't you? You're no match for me by any means." He floated up to the vent and unlatched it. "Shall we?" *** Nick led the other guests through the ventilation shaft according to the route Peter had left on the disc. There were no traps or other nasty means for transforming them along the way, and really the trip wasn't that long. Peter's suite wasn't that far from theirs. Finding the appropriate vent, Nick unlatched it and the group dropped in for a visit. Peter sat on the bed, watching television. "Interesting stations. I haven't watched TV in a while," Peter said. He turned off the boob tube and rose. "I assume there were no problems?" Nick shook his head and flopped down on the bed. "Please tell me again, why did I did this favor for you?" "Because I saved you from Ness." Peter examined Quentin, Charles and Conrad. "So these are our comrades?" He grinned. "Well, gentleman, in order to avenge your traitorous friend, Luke, we're going to shut the Night Skies Hotel down. My powers are reduced somewhat because I left my sword in a safe place within the hotel just for insurance. Plus I am a bit stretched due to these safety fields I keep erecting to give us privacy. So I definitely need your help." "How you plan on taking the hotel down?" Charles asked. "Well, the hotel has a giant crystal that I'm sure you've been briefed on. I will destroy it and then the ones of us that are still male will make our way out." "Sheana?" Nick asked. "I'll be taking care of her on the way out." "I'm afraid not, lover," a voice said from the suite's entrance. Sheana stood there in her dancer outfit, just as feminine and sexy as Peter had last seen her. The group's mouths fell open in shock. The barrier had been penetrated! "Shane, what a surprise," Peter said shakily. "I guess the Sisterhood knocked down my barrier easier than I thought." He looked at Nick. "Take the others and run. And, whatever you do, don't leave the hotel without my sword!" "Peter, how will I ever find ..." Nick started. He didn't finish as he and the others vanished, and Spot, too. "Take care." Peter turned back to Sheana, who was now accompanied by a pair of other women - bigger, stronger-looking women at that, who wore hotel security uniforms that were anything but skimpy. "Alright. Let's go." "Our pleasure," Sheana said lustfully. The three women launched themselves at Peter, slamming him hard into the suite's carpeted floor. *** "Couldn't he have gotten us closer to the exit?" Nick muttered ruefully as he led the others down the lushly appointed corridor toward the elevators. To their utter dismay, two women came into view - and in the next instant, the voluptuous sisters spotted them. "Shit!" Nick growled. "Look what we found. And Sheana said she had them. Well, more fun for us," one of the women mused. The pair started for the group, their emerald-green eyes almost glowing with anticipation. "Where to now? Can't you teleport us?" Charles asked harshly. Nick shook his head as the group retreated back up the corridor. "I'm not as powerful as Peter. Besides, I doubt the hotel would let us do that. Quick, into a suite!" He touched a door knob and the door popped open. Everyone, with the exception of Quentin, rushed into the suite. Quentin stood fixated on the two women closing in. "Quentin, get in here! Now!" "Wha ..." Quentin squeaked as he turned, his emerald-green eyes wide. His face was already unmistakably becoming softer. Quentin clutched his gut and fell to his knees. "What's happening to me?" "Sorry man." Nick slammed the door behind him, leaving Quentin alone with the sisters. "No, this can't be happening. Not to me! What'd I ..." He felt a sting in the bite mark, which was now a hickey. They had broken the skin and the protection he had had been penetrated. Something willed him to remove what little was left of the protection he had, and off came the medallion, its surface darkening at an alarming rate. Not that Quentin particularly cared anymore, especially as the full scent of the pheromones hit him. "Hmmm. Aaaaah." "Artemis will get them. Let us welcome our new sister," the second woman said. "Oh let's, Lena," the first woman mused. "Let Lena and Frida help you be born." "Gaaaa ..." Quentin moaned. His face had long since softened and become much more feminine. Thick, lustrous black hair grew past his soft shoulders. He was up on his haunches now, moaning at the top of his lungs as his rear softened and began to expand. Lena and Frida sat down on either side of him and began pecking him on the cheeks. Frida pulled up his shirt and began suckling on his small, male nipples. This was greeted with a moan of pleasure and Frida felt his nipple begin to enlarge in her mouth. A loud crack came from his hips and Lena giggled in Quentin's ear as she squeezed his newly formed female buttocks. His hips jutted out the sides of his pants, and then gave way as a sudden wave of intense pleasure swept through him. Quentin fell back under the weight of the two sisters. They licked and pecked at him, making him moan louder and louder. Two small lumps formed under his enlarged nipples, and soon turned into small mounds. Lena and Frida took a mound each and suckled Quentin's sensitive nipples. Quentin watched as his ripening melons pushed out to a C-cup in size, a wave of pleasure heralding their growth. Quentin pushed the two other sisters away as he jutted his chest out with a loud grunt, and his lower back caved in. His sweat-slicked pleasure mounds hung out sexily at a stunning D-cup. Quentin smiled softly at the other two women, and they nodded knowingly. Lena moved in and sat on his shrinking penis while Frida masturbated in anticipation. "You can finish our sister," Lena giggled to her sister. Frida nodded in excitement. Quentin's gaze fixed on Lena as she rode his small, pink member. She smiled as she saw his internal conflict diminish. Quentin giggled as he faded away into his new self. Quentin ... Quenti ... Quent ... Quina batted her green eyes at the moment of her birth, trying to take in the feelings of her body. She giggled and moaned as she came with the last of Quentin's seed, dribbling it into Lena. Lena dismounted Quina and motioned to Frida to join them. Quina laid back as Frida and Lena both went to work blowing and sucking Quina's stub of a penis. Quina's scrotum flattened against her crotch and a red fissure formed, causing Quina to growl. Lena looked up into Quina's eyes and smiled as the fissure opened up, releasing a very enjoyable - and intimately familiar - scent into Lena and Frida's faces. Frida buried her face in her new sister's orifice, going to work as the fur-lined vagina's inner folds formed and sculpted themselves. A last quake swept through Quina and she orgasmed. Frida pulled herself from Quina vagina, a grin plastered on her secretion-slicked face. "Welcome to the club, sister!" *** Desperation was setting in for Nick, Charles, and Conrad. They had held out in the suite, Nick's concentration keeping the Sisterhood at bay, while Quina and her newfound sisters scratched at the door. In time the scratching ceased, but no one dared to leave the suite. "Shit!" Charles blurted. "Your buddy's been captured, Nick. Patriarchial intelligence doesn't know the situation, so there won't be a