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Night Skies Hotel: Infiltration By Smokewriter While this isn't one of Solari's epics, I consider it a step up from NSH: Business as Usual, mostly because this has a halfway decent plot. Less transformations and more information - it just might be crazy enough to work. Enjoy! *** "Ladies and gentlemen, since the breakdown of communications between the Sisterhood and our-selves earlier this year, there have been more than fifty known infiltrations of our timeline," Pete Ken-dall intoned, beginning his presentation. "While they have become more selective in who they take, the numbers of conversions have increased." Images flashed behind him on a giant screen as he talked. "Here we have a picture of Sisterhood op-eratives in New York enticing homeless men into portals to God knows where." The screen switched to an image taken by satellite of a prison where naked women were frolicking in the yard. "This prison in Singapore was an all-male facility. My team raided it upon getting this intelligence, but there was no one to be found. All had vanished mysteriously." The image on the screen changed to the opulent facade of a five-star, luxurious hotel. "And last but not least, the infamous Night Skies Hotel has continued to make appearances, albeit reduced, in our timeline. The Sisterhood pretends to be cordial to us and to be acting in our best interests, but let's look at the facts. They haven't given us any weaponry with which to defend ourselves. They have transformed more people in the past year than have died in terrorist attacks. They know we have suf-ficient technology to detect what they are doing and yet they disrespect us by doing it anyway." "What do you suggest, Mr. Kendall?" one of the other ten members of the Guardian Council asked him, his accent unmistakably French. The council had still not replaced Tritt, husband of Seren, since the tragic incident during their last contact with the Sisterhood. "I suggest we do something about it instead of studying ancient relics in the hope that they give us some insight. I say that the next time that damned hotel appears on Earth we send our people in," Kendall replied angrily. "That would be suicide," another voice interjected. "I don't mean we launch a full-scale attack. If we send undercover operatives in I believe we may be able to steal some of their weapons technology without them even realizing it. And as director of the CIA, I have access to the kind of people who have the capabilities to pull it off." The other members of the council debated momentarily before Seren announced their decision. "Mr. Kendall, I have lost more than anyone here at the hands of the Sisterhood and their war with the Pa-triarchy. However, we cannot risk the wrath of a people with such superior technology - especially not with the looming arrival of the Patriarchy on Earth. We cannot fight a war on two fronts and expect to win." "Cowards," Kendall angrily accused the council. "Without such technology we will be helpless to resist the Patriarchy. The Sisterhood mocks us and we sit idly by as Earth's doom draws closer. Perhaps the council would be more willing to stand up for itself if we all were not on a list to be evacuated by the Sisterhood in the event of a full- scale attack!" Kendall stormed out of the chamber - which was secreted deep within the United Nations headquar-ters in New York - sure his outburst would cost him his seat on the Guardian Council. But that was of little concern to him. They are weak and ineffective, he thought, always coming down on the side of caution. Well I'll be damned if I abide by their decisions any longer. *** Audrey Miller stared at her engagement ring and smiled; the big day was only three weeks away. Soon she would be Mrs. Hunt, wife of the rising star in the CIA. The pretty brunette - a CIA operative herself - sighed, lost in her fantasy. It was a slow day at work. Finally she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, sifting through possible intelligence on her terminal when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hi honey," Aaron Hunt addressed his lovely fiancee. "Kendall's called us into his office. He has a mission for us, top secret." "But I'm not field-rated," Audrey protested. "Why am I being assigned to this?" "He needs a couple." "What? But we haven't told any senior management about us yet." Audrey rose, perturbed, and fol-lowed Aaron. "I think the engagement ring and our body language is giving us away. He didn't get to be head of the agency by keeping his head in the sand you know." Aaron wrapped his arm around his lover's waist as they walked. There was no sense in hiding their feelings now that the secret was out in the open. "Maybe you shouldn't have gone so over the top on the ring," Audrey said, giving her husband-to-be a good-natured ribbing. "Honestly, I think he's more upset about not getting a wedding invite than us breaking the fraternizing rules. Kendall's not a bad guy, he's just, you know..." "A hardass," Audrey finished. The couple separated as they entered Pete Kendall's spacious office. Their superior was leaning for-ward, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany of his sleek desk, a pitcher of water nearby. He was waiting for them. "Audrey, Aaron," Kendall greeted the pair. "Close the door and take a seat. You might want to be sit-ting down for what you're about to hear." Both quickly took a seat in the comfortable but professional leather chairs across from him, part eager and part worried to hear what was worrying a man as decorated and experienced as Kendall. Their sense of unease was not unfounded. "What I'm about to tell you is beyond top secret and shall not to go beyond these doors, understand?" Kendall said, his tone serious, as he poured himself a glass of water. His operatives nodded. "Excel-lent." Kendall took a deep breath and began. "Well, I suppose it all began a number of years ago when it was discovered that the people of Earth are not alone in the universe. There are in fact numerous timelines in existence, possibly thousands of Earths of varying similarities to our own." He sipped from a glass of water. "Of all of these Earths, only two are known to possess the knowledge of how to transcend the timelines. Unfortunately for us and all the other Earths, these two powers are the polar opposites of each other and are engaged in an 800- year-old war. They are called the Sisterhood and the Patriarchy..." *** More than an hour passed before Kendall finished briefing the operatives on the knowledge the CIA had gained and explained what the task would entail. Both sat dumbfounded. There was a moment of silence. "I don't get it," Audrey finally announced. "You don't get what?" Kendall asked. "You have hundreds of experienced operatives. Why has the agency assigned me to a mission of such importance? I've completed field- training, but I don't have the experience." "Excellent question, Ms. Miller," Kendall said approvingly. "The Sisterhood has taken the lives of many people, twisting them so they barely remember their past lives. But they're not monsters, nor cold- blooded killers. People have stayed in that hotel and emerged safely, not even realizing the dan-ger they were in." He paused, shuffling some papers. "The Sisterhood doesn't convert everyone; generally single men entering the hotel are their main targets. They won't go out of their way to sepa-rate a couple or family that is staying in the hotel, but if a man starts to get in touch with his feminine side ... well, let's just say that they aren't going to stop it." "But surely you can get operatives to pose as a couple?" Audrey asked. Kendall calmly answered their questions; after all, they were putting their lives in danger for their country, so it was the least they deserved. "The Sisterhood's security within the hotel is not impene- trable, as they have to maintain the facade that the hotel is simply that, a hotel. But its employees are sensitive - they can read a person's feelings almost like they're reading your mind. Aaron here is our best agent, but this is a two-man operation. That means we need you as well, Ms. Miller. You two love each other, and since it's genuine, your true natures should slip under the Sisterhood's radar. You'll be just another loving couple to them." Aaron had been sitting quietly, taking it all in. Some things were beginning to click into place. "Those artifacts you had me recover from Fidel Castro's palace in Cuba last year. The ones with the ancient writing no one could decipher. They're related to this?" "Very observant, Aaron," Kendall complimented his favorite officer. "We never realized the Cuban government had come across some of the relics until a defector told us that Castro had had them in his possession for decades. Those items - along with the ones we have uncovered ourselves - are our only bargaining chips with the Sisterhood, but they're playing hardball. That's why this mission has to go ahead." Even against the wishes of the Guardian Council, Kendall thought to himself. The discussion was cut short when a fat and balding tech officer burst through the door. He was pant-ing so hard he could barely form the words. "Sir! The Night Skies Hotel has just reappeared." "Where?" Kendall asked impatiently. "Ten miles south of Vancouver. One of our orbital birds was passing over when the complex material-ized. It matches the schematics we have of the hotel." "It looks like the mission is a go sooner than we thought." Kendall was by now excited and he turned his gaze to the patriotic young couple before him. "Time to get your bags packed. You're leaving for Canada within the hour." *** The sun was high in the sky as Aaron and Audrey parked their untraceable vehicle in the spacious parking lot. Audrey idly scratched her neck under her ear where the medics had injected Aaron and her with a substance they hoped might slow down the pathogen should they be infected. The booster shot had just been developed from studies on Patient Zero, a golden-eyed transformee called Traci who had once been Seren's husband, Tritt. It was experimental, but it was better than nothing, Ken-dall had said. Audrey Miller ran through a checklist in her mind as she calmly entered the Night Skies Hotel. "Don't go near the water park, don't gamble, don't drink at the bars, watch what you eat, don't watch the adult channels, and have as little contact with the hotel's employees as possible." The knowledge was hard-won, its price having been the loss of a brave man once known as Mark Evandros, who had had the foresight to send a warning via an Internet connection from within the ho-tel complex. Leading her by the hand, Aaron approached the check-in desk. Audrey snuggled close to him, the couple falling easily into their role as newly engaged lovers. The hotel was busy, considering its out-of-the- way location, and the foyer appeared to be like that of any high-class establishment, with a lot of marble and expensive looking paintings. One of the receptionists addressed Aaron. "Welcome to the Night Skies Hotel, sir. How may I be of service?" Though she appeared professional, there was something in the beautiful raven-haired woman's voice which hinted that she would service Aaron in any way he wanted. Despite herself Au-drey immediately felt threatened. She had a feeling that this mission wasn't going to go as planned. "I'd like a room for two in economy," Aaron answered politely. "We don't have a booking. I hope that's not going to be a problem." "Actually we don't get many bookings here, we pride ourselves as a haven for weary travelers." The receptionist smiled. "Let's get you two booked, Mr. ..." "Wilson. Mike Wilson," Aaron replied. "Great, it appears Room 47 is available immediately," the woman cheerfully stated. Aaron thanked her and took the encoded keycard. Minutes later, the CIA had two of its operatives stationed in the belly of the beast. *** Later that evening Aaron and Audrey were going over the mission specs one last time, a rough out-line of what they knew of the hotel spread out between them on the bed. They had only booked in for the night knowing the longer they were stationed in the hotel the greater the chance that they would be compromised. After checking in, they had taken a walk through the facility looking for where the armed guards were stationed; their surveillance had proved fruitful. Aaron was sure he had identified the area that held the hotel's armory; they had watched discreetly as tattooed women walked down a corridor in civilian clothes, only to emerge fully armed and in uniform later on. The plan was simple - upon nightfall, after even the nightclubs and tittie bars were closed, they would return to the armory area. With the element of surprise they could subdue the four guards that protected the corridor. Aaron would then make his way in and steal whatever he thought was worth taking while Audrey would take the guards' energy weapons and return to their room. If Aaron didn't return within thirty minutes she was to checkout on her own. It was vital that at least one of them got out before senior management realized that security was breached ... or neither of them would ever escape the hotel. Once their objectives were covered Aaron put the map away and kissed the love of his life. "Don't make me check out of this place alone, Aaron," Audrey warned him. "I'll always come back to you baby," he answered confidently. "Good, because I can't do this on my own. What we're doing, all this crazy stuff about saving the world and parallel Earths, none of it means anything if you're not there." "Same here honey. So don't be a hero - leave that for idiots like me." He smiled his winning smile and Audrey laughed. She couldn't help but be won over. "Well we're stuck in this room for the next few hours and I've a list of things as long as my arm that I can't do in this place, but do you know what's not on it?" "What?" Audrey asked, feigning innocence. "You." Aaron flipped her onto her back, kissing her neck. Both wasted no time in removing their clothes. Some hours later Audrey strapped on her Kevlar jacket and pulled the mask over her head. The sex with Aaron had alleviated her tension but she was still trying to wrap her mind around the revelations of the day. The whole thing was progressing so fast it was making her dizzy. Just that morning she had been staring at her computer wishing for some excitement in her job. Now as she prepared to put her life on the line, she wasn't feeling so reckless. Aaron, who was similarly clad in black, squeezed her hand gently. "Don't worry honey, we'll be back in Washington tomorrow. I promise." Silently the operatives left the room and ventured into the dimly lit hallways of the hotel. There seemed to be nobody about - it appeared Lady Luck was smiling down on them - but luck, as eve-ryone knows, is a fickle mistress. *** "By the goddesses, I could use a cigarette," Fern exclaimed as she patrolled the entrance to the se-cure section of the hotel. It had been almost two hours since she last had a smoke and the cravings were beginning to get to her. "You're not the only one," Gretchen added. "But we only have an hour to go before the morning crew relieve us. Would you like to come up to my quarters for some 'stress relief' after we're done?" "You know the answer to that question already." Fern pinched Gretchen's ass and giggled. Although their need for sex usually waned after the initial post-transformation drive, sisters generally retained a much higher libido than average females. Apart from the odd drunken or transforming male, there were rarely any incidents during the late night patrols. The Patriarchy had attempted to gain access to the Sisterhood's Infinity crystals a number of times over the centuries, and had failed each and every time due to the Sisterhood's vigilance, a vigi-lance whose price had been paid for with the loss of their homeworld, Gaia. But what they had under-estimated was the daring of the natives of Timeline 0600. Fern and Gretchen rounded the final corner of their route; they would then stand guard over the bar-racks area while it was their colleagues' turn to make a sweep. "Did you notice the stud in the nice suit earlier?" Fern asked Gretchen, idly making conversation. "Totally. He was so buffed up I'd have thought him a Patriarchal officer were it not for the woman ac-companying him." "I would love to help him feel the sister within if ..." Fern stopped in mid-sentence and looked wide-eyed at Gretchen. Gretchen didn't understand what was going on until she noticed the tranquilizer dart protruding from her companion's neck. Fern's body went limp, and slumped to the ground. Gretchen didn't even have time to raise her weapon before she felt a pinprick in her back. Suddenly her whole world went blurry. The last thing she noticed before sleep overtook her were the forms of the other two guards uncon-scious on the floor in front of her. Aaron holstered his weapon as the second of the two women in front of him dropped helplessly to the ground. Seconds later he and Audrey were in the process of dragging the women out of sight. Time was of the essence. Once secured Audrey stashed their energy weapons and odd-looking, chameleon-like armor in a nondescript carrier bag. "Remember your promise," she told her fiancee solemnly. "You'll never be without me." Aaron looked at her one last time to fortify himself. "You have to go and prepare for extraction now." The two parted ways. Audrey retraced their steps back to the room while Aaron made his way further into the depths of the Night Skies Hotel. *** Aaron crept alongside the walls, sticking as far as possible to the shadows until he came to the first door. Having no knowledge of the layout was going to be a problem, but whatever was behind the door was worth protecting with a digital combination lock. I guess this is as good any time to try, he thought, attaching a code- breaking device to the lock, hop-ing their technology was not too alien for it to work. After a worrisome number of minutes the keypad blinked and the heavy door hissed open. The space within was brightly lit and unguarded. On the far wall were rows of black rifles similar to those Audrey was already in possession in addition to some grenade-like weapons. What was of even more interest was a number of padds scattered on the steel table before him. Jackpot! Suddenly a laser sensor began a sweep of the room. Aaron had but a split-second to dive under the table out of its range before the security system detected an intruder. Sweat beaded his brow as he wondered if he had acted fast enough to avoid tripping an alarm. The sensor continued its sweep for another ten seconds before it shut down again. The danger momentarily averted, Aaron studied the pattern of the sweep the next time the sensor ac-tivated. It would be possible to get everything required, but it would take time. His wits collected, he ducked quickly out from under the table and grabbed one of the padds before heading back for cover. The cat-and-mouse game between he and the security system had begun. At that very moment Audrey had just reached her room, she was so nervous it took her shaking hands three attempts at getting the keycard into the lock. When she finally got the door open there was a very unpleasant surprise in store for her. Perched on her bed was a very attractive raven-haired woman, who regarded her imperiously with emerald-green eyes. "Haven't you been a naughty girl, Audrey?" Audrey immediately understood that she had been exposed - how she didn't know - and instinc-tively removed an energy rifle, pointing the strange weapon at the intruder's head. "Stay right were you are unless you want a closed-casket funeral." The intruder, however, was unperturbed. Still regarding Audrey with an air of superiority, she snapped her fingers and the weapon vanished from Audrey's hands. "How is this possible?" Audrey stammered. "Silly girl," the beautiful woman mocked. "It is possible because I am Queen Dominus Artemis and within these walls, reality bends to my will." Dumbfounded, Audrey staggered backwards - she was standing before the leader of the Sister-hood. It was then she noticed the two naked women behind her. "I have to warn you, management takes the theft of property very seriously and reserves the right to take action against criminals." Artemis approached the frightened young brunette, coming within inches of her face. "We don't normally need to recruit females, but I need information before your partner returns. Time is of the essence and I have no stomach for torture." With that Artemis leaned forward and gently kissed Audrey. The operative pulled back in shock as a tingle ran through her lips. Was it her imagination or did they feel more full and pouty? Artemis reached out and brushed Audrey's lips with her thumb. "I'd love to stay and complete you myself, but there are other matters I must attend to. Nevertheless, I'm sure you'll find Rachael and Jill here more than adequate replacements." The Queen of the Sisterhood disappeared in a flash of blinding light, leaving Audrey alone with the aforementioned sisters. Audrey looked on helplessly as the similar-looking busty women each grabbed one of her arms, suck-ing on her fingers until her nails were long and red. "There, isn't that much more pretty," Jill giggled. Audrey willed her training to kick in; she knew she could take these women, but her limbs didn't seem to respond. Despite not wanting to, she found herself admiring her new nails - they were much pret-tier than her old ones - and the two women were making her feel so nice as they kissed their way up her arms. My arms are bare? Unbeknownst to her she had removed her clothing at some stage. Or had Artemis done that? "Now for those itty bitty titties of yours," Rachael cooed. Both women began suckling on her nipples, sending wild sensations of pleasure through her. "Mmmm, I'd love a big rack like you two," she heard herself say. Audrey was shocked at the words escaping her mouth, unable to understand why she was saying these things. She tried to focus on getting out of the room and warning Aaron somehow, but was soon distracted by her perky tits pushing out further and further. When the growth finally stopped at a D-cup, she felt compelled to lift the heavy melons, squealing with delight as a clear liquid oozed from her dark, erect nipples. Audrey desperately tried to regain her senses. "Stop this please," she protested helplessly as Rachael turned her attention to the CIA operative's dripping pussy. "We're just making you more fuckable. Wouldn't you like that?" Jill pouted as she twirled a lock of Au-drey's chestnut hair around her finger. The hair on Audrey's scalp seemed to flow outward as Jill gen- tly pulled on it, until she had a flowing mane that came almost to the small of her back. Audrey could only moan in response to Jill's question as Rachael's skilled tongue found her sweet spot. As the eager sister kneaded Audrey's ass, pulling her snatch further into her face, Audrey could feel her rear both firm and expand at the same time, forming a perfect bubble shape. It was then the realization dawned on her that she was being turned into one of them, but the insight came far too late. As her slightly crooked nose snapped and straightened and her hips broadened, the last of her physical changes were complete. Her doe-brown eyes were shot through with green. In a few minutes I'm going to be a fucking slut. Audrey slipped away, her eyes becoming unexpressive as her new persona merged with her old one. In a few minutes a sexy, slutty, loyal sister began to emerge from the conservative government ana-lyst. Being a slut will be so much fun. Rachael and Jill looked on proudly, lighting celebratory cigarettes as Audrey's brown eyes changed completely into emerald-green orbs, which shone brilliantly with the light of the Sisterhood. "I'm here!" Audrey screamed as she became aware again and reached orgasm, a wetness dripping down the inside of her leg. She hugged her fellow sisters in joy for showing her the light, enjoying their smoky scent. The room shone brightly once more as Artemis reappeared. The great benevolent leader looked at Audrey as she luxuriated in her new form. "Are you feeling more cooperative, newest child of Gaia?" "Yes, my Queen." Audrey dropped to her knees. "Arise, sweet Audrey. You and your lover have proven most resourceful and I have a task for you for which you must be fully lucid." At that point a pair of tattooed sisters roughly shoved a naked and confused man into the room. Though obviously distressed, his raging erection broadcast his arousal. Audrey regarded in him in much the same way a lion watches a wounded gazelle. "Enjoy your entree, Audrey," Artemis beamed. *** The red laser beam passed over Aaron's head one last time as he smoothly dived for the exit and rolled to break his fall. Checking his rucksack to ensure no damage had been done he hurried down the corridor into the main section of the hotel. The haul was better than he could have hoped for - with any luck the information stored in the padds would allow the military to fast-track the sort of arse-nal that would allow Earth to defend itself. His watch beeped, indicating that thirty minutes had passed since he had left Audrey behind. Damn, I'm slightly behind schedule but I can make it before she checks out. Aaron broke into a full sprint, rows of doors blurring as he exerted every ounce of energy he had. He only had to stop once before he made it back to their quarters as an escort guided a drunken man back to his suite. "Can I have one of your cigarettes?" He heard the drunken man slur as the scantily clad woman led him through the door. "You can have anything you want, handsome," the escort replied, stroking his long black hair before the door closed behind them. Aaron was instantly off in a flash; he knew Audrey would give him a few extra minutes before giving up. Within minutes he reached their room. He knocked three times on the door, sweating under the bulletproof vest and claustrophobic mask. "Password." His partner's voice came from the far side of the door. "Evandros," he replied in relief knowing that Audrey was safe. "The door's unlocked, come in quickly." For the second time in quick succession Room 47 revealed a shocking surprise to the person enter-ing it. On the king-size bed a naked dark- haired man writhed and moaned in a feminine voice as, be-fore his eyes, breasts began to push out from his chest. The man looked momentarily confused be-fore giggling and twisting his feminine nipples with one hand and gripping his hard shaft with the other. Facing the changing man was a woman, equally naked, sitting in a chair, her back to Aaron. She had a long brown tresses and held a freshly lit Capri 120. "I thought you'd never get back, handsome." "Audrey?" "Yes honey." Audrey swiveled round to face Aaron - his jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw the woman he intended to marry. It was definitely his Audrey but she was flawless, any imperfections she may have had were gone - not to mention the fact that she had the body of a porn star. Any excite-ment Aaron may have felt, however, was tempered by the dawning realization that the Sisterhood had got to his love. Yet he knew in his heart that he could not take any of his building rage out on the woman facing him. He could see she still had feelings for him from the look in her expressive, green eyes. "We failed," Aaron stated simply. "We never had a chance," Audrey confirmed. "The Sisterhood sensed the guards' distress telepathi-cally the instant they went down." Even her voice was different, sultrier. "The man..." he began. "I fucked him," Audrey interjected in a soft voice. "They brought him to me and I fucked him. It was like I had no choice ... I had to do the guy almost like I have to breathe." "You're one of them now," Aaron said, defeated. "Yes my love, but it isn't so bad. I feel wonderful. You could too..." "No," Aaron replied. Tears filled his eyes. "I have to get out of here." His mouth thinned. "No. WE have to get out of here." "It's far too late for that." Audrey motioned toward the plush carpet, where the rucksack he had set down had mysteriously vanished. "Besides, the government would treat me like an experiment if I went back ... I wouldn't have a government hotshot looking out for my interests, like Seren does for Traci." She sighed. "I live to serve the Sisterhood now. They - no, we - are on the righteous side of this war." "I'll protect you. Keep them from harming you." "You've always been so idealistic, honey, but I see now the dangers of following the male leadership of our world." Audrey slowly inhaled a massive amount of smoke before exhaling a luxurious plume in Aaron's direction. "Don't you see that we can still be together? You just have to join me. They want us to work for them." "I can't betray my country." Aaron's voice was cracking as he wept. Throughout the exchange the man on the bed continued to moan with pleasure, although he was barely recognizable as a man. His hairless, female body continued to develop, with the latest addition being an inverted triangular patch of dark pubic hair pointing toward his pinkish cock. "You have nothing to gain from trying to escape. Don't betray me. Accept me and let me protect you," Audrey said, turning the tables as she continued to lightly brush her sensitive new body while smok-ing. "You're not the woman I fell in love with," Aaron managed to stammer. "No, I'm not, but I'm not some ogre." Audrey rose from her chair, extinguishing her cigarette. "Feel my heart," she said taking his hand and placing it above her left breast. "I still love you." "I feel the same," he said, his voice catching in his throat, "but I can't live out my life as some mind-less slut, Audrey." "You won't have to. Once the initial drive to copulate is satisfied, sisters regain their conscience and humanity," Audrey explained. "Yes, you'll be a woman, but we can work for the Intelligence Guild. You'll be as clever and brilliant as you are now and you'll have a loving - and may I add, stunning - wife." The man on the bed was almost completely a woman as his small member ejaculated the last of his useless semen while his dainty hands roamed up and down his curvy body. "Queen Dominus Artemis told me of a special ceremony that will allow you to become part of the Sis-terhood on terms more beneficial to all parties involved," Audrey persisted. "If we express our love for each other via the Soulsister Ceremony, the mental changes will not be as dramatic." She ticked off the list of benefits. "You will remember much of who you were. You will gain the genetic memory of the Sisterhood. Best of all, you won't have the impulse to have sex with the first man you see." Aaron didn't respond. Audrey knelt down on one knee before him. "Will you, Aaron Hunt, Join with me?" Aaron didn't answer immediately; he looked at the beautiful woman kneeling before him and knew what his heart told him. He gave her only answer he could: "Of course I will. My masculinity is a price I will gladly pay to have you by my side." Audrey began to weep herself - she wanted nothing more to kiss Aaron immediately, but knew it would have to wait until the ceremony. A woman rose from the bed behind the lovers, shaking out her long, raven hair and displaying a magnificent female body. Instinctively she shook loose a mint-flavored Capri from Audrey's full pack and lit the cigarette, inhaling deeply. "Care to smoke a cigarette with me, handsome?" she offered Aaron. "This one isn't for you," Audrey warned sternly, her eyes flashing momentarily with anger. "Get changed and report to the restaurant. That's where you've been assigned to." Audrey returned her attention to Aaron. "Now let me get changed into something just slightly more respectable. You have to be debriefed by senior management before the ceremony can begin, lover." Audrey linked arms with her soon-to-be Soulsister. Aaron gazed at her lovingly; he feared what would be done to him, but trusted Audrey to be there every step of the way with him. The lovers had kept their promise; neither would leave the hotel alone. *** Word of a Soulsister Ceremony spread like wildfire among the hotel's employees, although only a se-lect few sisters were allowed to gather in the opulent surroundings of the place of worship to cele-brate the event. All present were bare-breasted, save for a robed man, Aaron. An ethereally beautiful priestess led the proceedings before a cushioned white crystal altar. "Do you, Audrey and Aaron, promise to uphold and defend the sacred vows you are about to ex-change?" "We do," the young lovers answered together. The congregation looked on, many with tears of joy at the occasion. Soulsister ceremonies had been few and far between ever since the fall of Gaia some 800 years in the past. The priestess smiled at the couple. "By what name will the new soulsister be known?" Audrey squeezed Aaron's hand, giving him the courage to continue, and thinking of him by his male name for the last time. "I wish to be called Irina," Aaron replied solemnly. "Then so be it," the priestess said. She turned to Audrey and spoke the sacred words. "Do you, Au-drey, take Irina as your soulsister, and to care for her in health and in sickness, until death do you part?" "Yes." "Do you, Irina, take Audrey as your soulsister, and to care for her in health and in sickness, until death do you part?" "Yes." The priestess raised her arms to the goddesses, celebrating the joyous occasion. "By the authority invested in me by the goddesses, I now pronounce you soulsisters. You may begin the initiation, Au-drey." The assembled crowd cheered wildly, their breasts bouncing freely. All were fervent to see Irina join the Sisterhood. Matriarch Sonora herself stepped forward and helped Irina out of her ceremonial clothing. Sonora took great pride in the act, remembering her own special day so many hundreds of moons ago with Faye. She guided Irina gently onto the ritual altar, making the new sister comfortable on the cushioned surface. The Infinity crystal within the altar pulsed gently, generating a soft radiant light that illuminated the insignia of the Sisterhood inscribed in the altar's sides. All those present looked in wonder at an artist's rendition of the Sisterhood's long-lost, utopian homeworld - Gaia - contained within with the symbol of female power, a circle with a cross extending from its base. Nude, Audrey dutifully ascended the stairs leading up to the luminous altar, which was surrounded by red rose petals. Audrey approached her princess-to-be. "My mouth to your mouth," she intoned. Irina repeated Audrey's words as her lover leaned over and gently kissed her for the first time with her fuller lips. As the soft kiss ended, Irina's own mouth slowly formed a cupid's bow and she couldn't re-sist running her dainty pink tongue over its new form. Everybody present became quiet as the initia-tion started. This time it was Irina's turn to take the lead. "My breasts to your breasts." Audrey smiled at Irina's already feminizing face and reiterated the words. The soulsisters came to-gether again, Irina pressing Audrey's generous bosom against her own flat, hairless chest. The hot liquid that was almost gushing from Audrey's erect nipples was smeared on and absorbed into Irina's chest. She tried unsuccessfully to stifle a moan as her own male nipples stirred in response to Au-drey's touch. The nipples soon darkened and lengthened, the areolas surrounding them growing. Her embarrassment gone, Irina groaned loudly as breasts began to heave from her chest with every breath, her sensitive points rising to meet Audrey's own until her breasts rivaled those of the other women present. "My center to your center," Audrey intoned. Spreading her fat-marbled thighs to reveal her throbbing erection, Irina echoed Audrey's words in an unmistakably feminine alto. Audrey tenderly climbed atop Irina's contorting form and carefully lowered herself onto the hard penis of her lover for the last time. Audrey gasped as her newly powerful vaginal muscles greeted a most welcome visitor. Their faces only inches apart, their eyes fixed on each other, the couple soon established a slow, penetrating rhythm. Irina writhed in pleasure beneath Au-drey as she felt her penis both lose its girth and length while at the same time becoming exquisitely sensitive. Eventually the organ could no longer serve as a phallus and, as they ground their hips to-gether, Irina's small, pink penis slipped from Audrey's vagina. Her vagina's work done. Audrey brushed a lock of midnight black hair from Irina's face with her left hand while her right easily cupped and massaged what remained of Irina's penis and testes. Irina could feel her balls being pulled back into her to serve another purpose and giggled as her pubic hair shifted to an inverted triangular shape, heralding her final changes. "My soul to your soul," Irina cried in a transcendent voice, completing the ceremony. The soulsisters came together as different sexes for the final time, kissing and groping each other passionately as the last of Irina's changes rippled through her. With green pools spreading around her pupils, Irina ran her long-nailed hands over her flat nether region. Soon she felt her reward, gasp-ing as her vaginal entrance slowly opened up, revealing the delights within. Audrey noticed her lover's lost height and, running her fingers through Irina's luxurious mane of raven hair. She felt her soulsis-ter's shoulders narrow and become delicate. Irina removed her fingers from her wet pussy as she heard her hips pop and widen. Running her hands up her powerful thighs and new hourglass shape, Irina was delighted to feel shifting fat deposits swell her soft, feminine buttocks. Irina closed her eyes, feeling each nerve end within her tingling in bliss. When she opened them again, Audrey saw her eyes were completely emerald green, and felt a final pulse flow through Irina's soft, smooth, female form. She was a part of the Sisterhood. "We are one!" they cried in unison. The two soulsisters rose from their position, hugging each other tightly and resting their heads against each other, neither ever wanting to break the embrace. All around them they could feel the joy and goodwill of their fellow sisters, not only from their cheering but also in their minds. A new life had been brought forward by the love of Audrey and Aaron - and all present knew Aaron had become some-thing more than what he had started out as by becoming Irina. Stepping forward and kissing Irina chastely, the priestess formally announced her arrival. "Welcome into the world, Irina. May your union with Audrey be long and fruitful." *** The next day Audrey and Irina began their initiation into the Intelligence Guild of the Sisterhood. Al-though skipping the initial stage of hotel employee was rare, it was not unheard of for sisters with special skills and knowledge. There was little or no jealousy amongst the rank and file of the Sister-hood. The two buxom new members of the intelligence guild certainly had the skills - they had proved that when they managed to take out four highly trained Guardians and infiltrated the armory. In addition to that, Irina had seen the ancient and mysterious artifacts found on Earth, although she couldn't offer much more insight as to what they were, other than the fact that they appeared to be well-crafted and well-preserved. Audrey and Irina themselves were apart for the first time since the initiation. Audrey was in the medi-cal quarters for a check-up before training began while Artemis and Corona were mentally assisting Irina in the hope that she might remember even more details in regard to the artifacts. "Aaghh," Audrey grimaced as the skilled tattoo artist finished Audrey's first tattoo, the symbol of fe-male power etched around her left nipple. Audrey took a hit off her slender cigarette to distract her from the pain. While intelligence operatives couldn't have the obvious decorative body paint of their sisters in the Military Guild due to the covert nature of their work, a small marking was nonetheless part of their initiation ritual. Beside Audrey's topless form another medic, Pandora, brushed a bioscanner up and down her bare skin to detect any diseases. When she got to Audrey's toned tummy she halted the scan and re-peated the scan of the area again. "You have been blessed by the goddesses, sister!" "Yes, just two days ago I never dreamed I could be this happy," Audrey responded kindly. "I mean you are with child, Audrey." Surprise gave way almost instantly to tears of joy - she and Irina were going to be parents! Nothing could have made her more honored or proud. The two sisters present hugged her in congratulations. There was only one small concern for Audrey. "What about these?" she asked, motioning to her burning cigarette. "Don't worry," the medic reassured her. "The plant that is the source isn't like the tobacco your world grows - even more so once our geneticists got done with it, much to the dismay of the Terrans. Bot- tom line: It's of no harm to you or the life you carry within." As Audrey took a celebratory drag from her mint-flavored Capri, Pandora noticed a slightly reddish mark on her neck. "Where did you get that?" Audrey had to concentrate; clear memories from her past life still did not come to her easily. "I think the CIA injected me with a serum to stop me from becoming a slutty sister. I guess that didn't work," she laughed, cupping her heavy breasts. Pandora was slightly more concerned, however, and brought the scanner over the mark. After a few seconds the scanner returned a reading. "Get me a laser scalpel now," she shouted at the tattoo art-ist. Audrey immediately knew that something was seriously awry. "What's wrong?!" "They didn't inject you with a vaccine! They injected you with a cyanide capsule!" Pandora made a quick, painless incision with something that looked right out of Star Trek to the left of Audrey's jugular. Reaching in, she deftly removed a tiny device - it was a capsule with a microscopic timer and trigger attached to it. The timer read twenty-one seconds and was counting down. Pandora breathed a sigh of relief. "If that reached zero within your body, you would have been a dead woman." "Irina was inoculated as well!" Audrey said, horrified. The panicked sisters reached out with their minds, locating Irina in a nearby chamber. They rushed out of the room, Audrey neither realizing nor caring that she was running nude through the hotel. Seconds later they burst into the chamber... ... where Artemis and Corona knelt beside Irina's cooling corpse. Her flawless body was already paler, but her face bore a peaceful expression. She hadn't died in pain, nor had she died in vain. We're too late, Pandora thought. The laser scalpel dropped uselessly from her hand, clinking on the hard floor. "NNNOOO!!!" Audrey sobbed, rushing to her soulsister's side. All her dreams had been crushed in an instant. *** "Forty-eight hours have passed, sir. The counter-measures you initiated will have been activated by now," the officer informed Kendall. "Agents Hunt and Miller are dead." Kendall leaned back in his over-sized leather chair. Making decisions like these were not his favorite part of the job, but they were necessary. Both his agents held too much valuable information to let them fall into the hands of the nefarious Sisterhood. "Notify the families. Tell them they died as heroes, defending the freedom and liberty of the United States ... and make sure their relatives know they won't be coming home for a proper burial." "Yes, sir," the man said somberly before taking his leave. Kendall looked at their official pictures one last time, sighing as he placed them in his desk drawer. Their bravery should not be forgotten ... but the truth must never be known. Moments later Pete Kendall began working to cover the incident up. There would be hell to pay if an inquest found out that the agents had been terminated after an off-the-books assault on the Sister-hood. *** The merciless flames claimed the body of her soulsister, rising high into the skies of Meridia, as Au-drey looked on bravely. Many of her sisters stood around her, consoling her as best they could. The funeral pyre hadn't been the first they had seen, and all knew it wouldn't be the last - the countless black monuments dotting the meadows in the valley around them, each covered in golden letters that spelled the names of fallen Gaians, testified to that immutable fact. But where there was death, so too was there life, its circle unbroken; Audrey placed her hand on her stomach, where the child her lover never knew of was growing. Pandora had confirmed the child would be a girl. Her mother already had a name for her ... Irina.