“Yeah, I do,” Veronica replied a bit coyly, then kissed her lover again. The two of them realized that their clothes were beyond repair and that they had a long way to walk to get home. They started running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop before they found a quieter area where they could descend to street level. They were peeking out of an alley, trying to plan their next move when a police car pulled up. Eliza was more than a bit surprised when Officer Pamela Ryder of the Springfield PD got out. Pamela had been one of Eliza’s lovers in the past, but it seemed like such a long time ago. Both Eliza and Veronica were blushing when Pamela wandered over, smiling from ear to ear.
“I got the strangest call a little while ago. Apparently, two incredibly attractive women put on quite a display on a rooftop a while ago, then started scaring the hell out of home owners as they went gallivanting naked across the rooftops. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” Pamela asked. “I recognized one of the descriptions pretty quickly, so I thought I might try and find you before the photographers did.”
Eliza and Veronica felt goofy, like they had been caught kissing by their parents for the first time. “I don’t suppose . . .” Eliza started.
“Get in,” Pamela laughed opening the door while the two naked women jumped inside.
On the car ride home, Eliza and Veronica held hands while Eliza and Pamela caught up. Pamela’s marriage was actually doing quite well, considering Pamela had been cheating on her husband with Eliza. Marriage counseling seemed to be working, and Pamela was actually up for a promotion. This last was particularly appealing, since it would get Pamela off the streets. And Pamela was pregnant. Eliza almost flipped out when she heard the news. As Pamela dropped them off at the gate of the compound, Eliza hugged her former lover and wished her genuine luck. The two women then jumped the ten-foot security fence and headed up the driveway. Eliza had to help Veronica a bit, as the former human was still walking a little funny.
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The next morning . . .
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Eliza and company had been picked up early in the morning by official government transport and taken out to Fort Crass where Captain Corbin was waiting for them. The seasoned military officer seemed exasperated.
“Well,” he started, “I’m not sure if this is good news or bad news. The powers that be want you back,” he said, looking at Eliza. “They ‘regret the hasty decision’ of getting rid of you in the first place. But you,” he said, turning to Veronica, “seem to be perplexing them. Your former bosses don’t think having someone with a telepathic link they can’t control should be acting as envoy at this time.”
“Wait. ‘Former bosses’? They’re firing me?!?” Veronica said as she stood up angrily. Eliza put her hand on Veronica’s shoulder.
{{ Calm down sweetie, }} she sent telepathically. {{ You don’t know your own strength, so don’t go shaking the Captain. }}
Veronica shot her lover a dirty look. {{ Bite me! }}
Eliza smiled. {{ Maybe later. }} The two of them blushed while everyone else waited to let them in on their private conversation. “Sorry,” she said. “We’re done now.”
Captain Corbin wasn’t finished. “But the government also doesn’t want you out of the loop. You know too much to leave unprotected again.”
“So I’m a cheerleader?!? I just stand around waving my pom-poms and . . .” She looked at Eliza. {{ Get that mental image out of your head. I’m not dressing up like that for you. }}
{{ Can’t blame me for hoping. }}
“Actually, I’m officially in charge of this mission now and that means I’m also in charge of personnel. I could use your experience and new . . . skills. So I’d like you to work with Ms. Eliza and her team for the duration.”
“Oh, that’ll be hard,” Allyson muttered, her hands clutching her aching head. Telling Veronica to work with Eliza was like telling a fish to live in the water . . . it was a tad unnecessary.
“Anyway,” the Captain continued, “I’d like for the group of you to be responsible for safely bringing back any future gems that are found. You’ll be given all the military’s transportation resources that you need.”
The group discussed the offer amongst themselves for a while. While they were all a little gun shy about trusting the government again, they all wanted back in the game full time. Eliza noticed Valar standing over next to the cage for the Alchemist’s Dream and walked over. The two stood side-by-side staring at the strange purple orb that had helped save Eliza’s life.
[[ I never got to thank you for saving my life, ]] Eliza started, reverting to her native tongue. [[ Though I am curious as to why you did it. ]]
[[ Because, ]] her nemesis began, [[ as distasteful as I find your sexual preferences, I find myself even more disgusted by torture. Besides, that ‘wizard’ offended my sense of style. What a buffoon. ]]
[[ Did we ever find out who he was? ]]
[[ His name is Irwin Meyers. Just as you suspected, he was rejected from several Terran magic academies. While he had some skill, he had no sense of responsibility. Apparently his family is quite wealthy, and he was pampered his whole life. The rejection apparently hit him hard. He was retrieved from the Purity’s base before U. S. forces turned it into a sinkhole. You probably won’t be surprised to hear that he wasn’t in charge. He was brought on board because he had the ability and the motive to close the dimensional gap. ]]
[[ No one that unstable could organize a group like that, no matter how much money he has access to. And that warlord was all muscle but no style. The real threat is still out there somewhere. ]]
[[ Indeed. So I take it you are rejoining the quest? ]]
[[ I’m sure you’ll be disappointed to hear it but yes, I am. Of course, I was never really out of it, but now they’re giving me a badge. ]]
[[ How droll. ]] Valar was looking at the Dream intently. [[ We’ve tried to combine other things you know. Nothing’s worked. Apparently, there has to be some sort of pre-existing connection for the Alchemist’s Dream’s power to kick in. I tried getting Kelik to help analyze the orb, but once he discovered that chocolate and peanut butter had already been combined somehow, he stopped caring. ]]
About that time, Kelik wandered up, stuffing his mouth with some kind of candy. Both Valar and Eliza snickered at him.
[[ What? ]] Kelik asked.
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A few months later . . .
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{{ Mmmh, }} Veronica thought towards Eliza. {{ That feels wonderful. But I don’t think that’s helping my shoulders at all. }} She was lying facedown and naked on the bed she and Eliza shared at the compound. While they were working for the government again, they had chosen to remain at the team compound. They had been going through their daily workout when Veronica complained about having stiff muscles. Of course, she had said that in hopes of getting a full-nude massage, which had worked. But Eliza had barely spent any time on Veronica’s shoulders. As soon as the blonde Hybrid was naked, Eliza had started kissing her way down the woman’s spine until she got to more pleasant territory. ‘Hybrid’ was the name the two women had chosen for the new species of which they were the exclusive members. It wasn’t imaginative, but it was less corny sounding than some of the other options that had been put forward. Eliza pulled Veronica’s hips up off the mattress to give her easier access to that sweet slice of pie and she let her tongue get to work.
{{ I’m just hoping to make you forget about your shoulders, }} Eliza thought back. She buried her lips into that fragrant crotch and licked between the lips. She loved the perfume that Veronica wore, particularly when she dashed some “down there,” letting it mingle with her natural aroma. She pulled out long enough to rim Veronica’s asshole, but then back down the slot she went. Sweet and juicy as always.
With her chest pressed flat against the bed, Veronica reached a hand back and grabbed her lover’s hair, holding Eliza’s head in place. She often wondered if Eliza’s tongue had grown longer when they had been transformed, or if they had just become so accustomed to one another’s bodies that the tongue just SEEMED longer. Eliza had just sent her tongue to the heart of the Promised Land when Veronica’s communicator started beeping.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” she growled.
{{ Don’t answer it, }} Eliza sent, gripping Veronica’s hips as she tried to crawl towards the communicator.
{{ I . . . have . . . to . . . answer it! }} Veronica mentally grunted as she dragged her lover along the bed in attempt to reach the device. {{ It could be important! We do have . . . have work to do! }} She finally reached the communicator. “Hello?” she gasped. “Captain . . . Corbin,” she managed to get out. {{ Cut that out, }} she thought back to Eliza, {{ It’s business. }} Her protestations fell on deaf ears, or a deaf mind as it were, so Veronica tried to muster onward. “No, now’s a good time. Sorry, Eliza’s very . . . very busy right now. I’m sure I can . . . Yes, we can . . . come over there.” Veronica’s breathing was becoming increasingly labored as Eliza’s tongue worked its magic. “How soon do you . . . want us?” She bit her bottom lip for a moment. “Right now?” she practically whispered as her back arched and skin tightened. “You want us to . . . come . . . right now?” Her body shivered as her climax raced through her midsection and her juices leaked onto Eliza’s face and onto her tongue. “Talk to you soon Captain.” She disconnected the signal. {{ You insatiable little bitch! }} she thought, pleasantly basking in the afterglow.