We go to Brenna's suite, and start kissing, her tongue deeply invading my throat; her lips feel nice… then stripping out of our gear. We take a moment to look at each other… Brenna's hair goes just slightly past her shoulders, and my eyes follow her lines down to the generous handfuls on her chest, topped by brown points with nice inch wide backing ptes, down the taught skin of her belly, to her narrowed waist and fred hips, to her shaved slit, and her smooth legs… hmm… looks nice… she leads me to her bed (which is queen sized, now) and pulls me down into it, threading one of her legs between mine, grabbing my back, and using the leverage to rub her thigh across my… ah, right, nothing there to crush anymore… but the friction… that really feels nice, and the position still lets us kiss… I get it, I think… I copy her movements, trying to see if I can get my tongue down her throat as well: It's not like either of us needs to breathe, and this way I get to penetrate her at least a little.

  We explore each other's bodies with our hands, hers roaming down my back to massage my… I suppose “massive” is a good term in this stupid body… behind, while I grind against her and use one hand to fondle the respectable knockers in front of me. My middle warms up quickly, and soon I'm moaning into my lover's mouth, squirming with a need for release… which comes explosively as I scream incoherently.

  That's no reason to stop, though.

  We keep going, and Brenna starts squirming properly, clearly getting warmed up as another earthquake builds within me. I start having trouble paying attention to anything beyond the sensations… her funbags squeezed up against my chest, that oh-so-soft cushion between us… her leg relentlessly rubbing my… I don't want to think it, but it sure feels nice… her hands on my backside, my hands on her body….

  And I go off again while she's still warming up.

  So we keep going with the grinding … she still needs to get hers. I get my third. Then my fourth… and she finally gets her first. At which point, we take a break.

  She talks to me in my head, “So… wow you're sensitive.”

  “Yeah,” I chuckle, “one of the few upsides to being stuck as teenage-me's dream girl: The pleasures of the flesh are easy to come by.”

  “I understand you'll also be able to get free drinks at bars,” Brett chuckles in my mind, “also get out of parking tickets, have an easier time getting information from people, and so on.”

  “Only from males that are mostly human,” I shrug as we y there, “I want this body, just not me in it.”

  “Well…” Brenna shrugs, “few people get to choose the bodies they're born with, the Guided Reincarnation Epiphany notwithstanding.”

  “As a fifteenth level alternative feature of a specific css," I point out, “‘few’ is still very accurate.”

  “Indeed….” she mindspeaks.

  I'm a bit too high on endorphins to frown, but… “You know, I don't think you cast a spell to do that mind speech.”

  “That's because I didn't,” she shrugs, “The Limited Telepathy species graft augmentation is more secure and simpler to use, although it does have a much shorter range. It also enables the Psychic Sense feat to give me a short-range radar."

  Hmm… “I might want to pick those up myself… it should help with the ruse while I'm a ring.”

  “Not a bad thought…” Brenna considers, “...but you would need to stay out of the fight once your summon goes down to keep that up, rather than resuming humanoid form.”

  “True,” I consider, “I'll need to keep that in mind. Still… I can block one hit a round, and the mech suit soaks half and reduces that a bit for itself for anything that gets past that, so that's not overly big of a deal: My minion shouldn't generally go down until after I'm out of stamina anyway, which is a great time to retreat.”

  “Yeah… we need to remember that's an option sooner next time.” Brenna mentally chuckles at me.

  “Mind if I use your shower?” I ask, starting to get up.

  Brenna smiles, “how about I help you conserve water in a bath, hmm?”

  “It's a closed cycle system backed by a nuclear reactor,” I smile, “but yes, absolutely.”

  I draw a bath, and we both fit nicely into the much rger tub, my very personal floatation devices filling a very significant chunk of the surface. Brenna backs into me, filling the space between them, which gives my hands some wonderful access to her assets, and I take my time exploring her floaters and the folds between her legs… which she seems to appreciate, based on the wiggling of her generous rear against my body's anatomy. I also nibble on her ear, kiss her neck, and otherwise just have fun. On her part, my own chest sticks out far enough that, despite her position, she has no trouble teasing my body's taps with her fingers… and she gets me off three more times before I get her silently screaming again. We eventually do wash up… and we both make sure to give each other a very deep scrub.

  Then we get dressed, and go our separate ways.

  The rest of the trip is rgely uneventful: I work the Industry, watch the bridge, maintain the ship, catch upnon shows others in the group have seen, and so on… just like everyone else. Eventually, of course, we reach our destination, and gather on the bridge for the standard Drift exit checklist. A few moments of rainbows and an upset stomach, and we're back on the prime material pne, in orbit over Elytrio.

  It says something that the pnet looks pockmarked from orbit.

  Still… while they're not a spacefaring race, there is a bastion of technology down there, so we should be good to go to hide out for a while. We resume the cloak, restart the engines, and pick a spot to nd just a half-mile away from the one mostly-functional city, Arkeost. Well, half a mile away from the pinkish dome of Force surrounding it, anyway. The dome itself actually ends a half mile outside of the nominal city limits, so we're basically a mile from town.

  We shut the engines down, I summon and equip my Conjuration Companion (setting her for flight, but not actually getting wrapped around her finger, yet), and we unpack the mechs. Climbing in, we activate their invisibility, head out, lock up the ship, and head off to the city.

  We don't meet anyone on the way.

  At the dome, we all use the option which is the reason we picked these frames: They're eligible for the Teleporter auxiliary system, which gets us from A to C without the B… as long as we can see where we're going and it's not too far. That works well here: The dome is mostly transparent, and walls of Force are quite thin: We're on the inside in no time at all. We park the mechs underground one at a time (I use my moldable talents and the quick change exploit to give my summon a burrow speed to get in and out and have her wear me in ring form so I can park a mech underground, get back to the surface, then park the next until they're all buried), switching back to flight once I'm done.

  Then we walk into the city… there's no border patrol, as it's REALLY hard to get past the barrier. The city itself is bustling, full of the native ghibrani, a people of beetle-like humanoids, standing upright on two legs with two arms, flying via the membranous wings on their backs occasionally, but mostly walking. Exclusively full of them. Right. They're not a spacefaring race, so here, we're super-weird aliens that they've never seen before.

  We get a lot of stares.

  Soon enough a detachment of armed and armored natives (six of them) with an old native walking with the use of a cane come. The old man speaks first in the local nguage, and then speaks the same again in common… with a thick accent, but recognizable, “This way, if you would. The Most Elevated would like a word.” Yes, I can understand both. We knew where we were going during level up, and the Culture skill comes with a nguage known for each rank. Why wouldn't I grab it?

  We follow, they walk us through the city of gleaming towers, and we occasionally spy a robot maintaining them. Eventually we reach a rge central tower, and our escorts start to fly up.

  They pause when we don't follow.

  “I can't fly,” Alice expins, “Most of us can't.”

  “I'm the only one that can,” I possess my companion to speak, “Do the Most Elevated prefer to meet us out here, or shall I be the only one to go?”

  The elderly speaker thinks for a minute, frowning, barks a few instructions to the guards, ordering them to be cordial but keep us here beyond the one representative, and then gives an answer, “One representative is acceptable. The guards will remain here, you can follow me.” He then starts flying up again while the six armed men nd.

  I follow, finding the supernatural flight I'm using is twice as fast as my guide's, and I'm much more maneuverable to boot. We go up, up, and up, to the top of the tower, where I find a rge covered balcony overlooking the rest of the city… this seems to be the tallest tower, which I suppose makes sense given the name of the ruling body. I nd there just after my guide does the same, and look to see the council: A dozen elderly beetle-like people in fine clothing, sitting on chairs, surrounded by two dozen armed guards of the same race. My guide walks over and sits among the ‘Most Elevated’, says a few words in the local nguage expining the ground-bound nature of my teammates, and then addresses me, “So… for what purpose have you come to our city… or rather, our world?”

  Ugh, I am fully capable of lying, but I'm not built to “face” - they'll likely be able to see right through any lies I speak. So… I need to pick my truths carefully. “A few reasons. We want to see the universe,” which is true enough, “and have never been here before. We have heard about your great people,” less great than some, but any actual civilization can be called ‘great’ by some metric, “and are interested in making an honest living.”

  The speaker transtes accurately enough, and follows up with, “Isn't there more to it?”

  I shrug, “There always is. Any intelligent person will have a plethora of reasons for any given action, not all of which are well-formed.”

  The speaker again transtes for the council, one of whom asks a question in the local nguage… which gives me time to think through my answer as the speaker transtes the question for me, “and what do you think you can do for us?”

  Ah, the joys of not having a Game Master that will frown at me for using out-of-character information, “Oh… we can tell you roughly why your city is starting to break down despite the maintenance drones. We can tell you in broad strokes what will be necessary to get things running smoothly long-term. We can sell you a small amount of what the drones need to buy you time to fix things long term.” The city is falling apart because the pre-gap repair drones are running out of their cache of raw materials: It's in the pnetary write-up. The solution seems simple: Get out of the dome and start mining and smelting operations. That will be complicated in practice because they'll need to find, mine, and refine suitable deposits… and nobody here has needed to do so for hundreds of years, so nobody knows how. Moreover, a very long while back the council made up a fake deity which they used to convince half the popution to emigrate… which is what led to the current racial divide between husks and membranes, and means that the territory outside the dome is already effectively owned by people who don't answer to the council. So while the solution itself is simple to state, implementation is about as complex as it gets. We can use UPBs to make suitable materials for the drones... we have some that are real, now.

  As the man transtes for the council, the members start talking over each other…