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                                 Fantasy/mindstar.01
                               Jeff Buser - (C) 1990
                            Those Of A Mindstar Born - 1
            Wendy sat through the show frustrated and bored.  Most of the entertainment 
           crystals had not been accessed in hundreds of years and were hoplessly dated, 
               even by the less than current standards of the compound.  Many of the 
              crystals, which were supposed to have an indefinite lifespan, no longer 
            played, and she had seen most of the ones that did still work several times 
           each in the years since the invasion.  Of course, until the invasion, no one 
            had had much interest in crystals.  Life had seemed too vital then to waste 
           time on passive entertainment. Now that had changed, and many of her friends 
            now favored increasing the trade limit so that new crystals from off-world 
             could be purchased.  Wendy felt her old resentment for the Prophylactans 
            building again.  If only their gleaming ship had never touched down .  .  .
            But Wendy had never been much interested in politics.  The founders of the 
            colony had seen to it that their governmental system was a self-sustaining 
             one;  those few who did maintain a historical interest in their heritage 
           sometimes debated whether less stability would be beneficial, but hundreds of 
            years of peaceful, comfortable existence had eliminated any serious desire 
              for change.  This most recent change had been forced upon them, but the 
            inertia of social conditioning seemed to make most people view the invasion 
              as another act of nature and something that, like the cycles of day and 
                                 night, must simply be lived with.
            A knock at the door intrrupted her thoughts.  Wendy killed the show access. 
              She punched the door monitor up on the screen and saw the face of Sarah 
               Liman, someone she knew vaguely from the plant.  She punched in sound.
                                               "Yes?"
               "Wendy, it's Sarah from BTech.  Could I speak with you a few moments?"
             Wendy wasn't really in the mood for visitors, but anything must surely be 
           better than the third or fourth repeat of a show she hadn't really liked the 
                                       first time she saw it.
                                              "Okay."
            She buzzed the door and Sarah entered, glancing casually about.  Wendy saw 
             with some interest that she was covered.  Unusual, and a little exciting. 
            Maybe this visitor would be entertaining after all.  Wendy offered a chair 
             and a drink.  Sarah accepted both, and when she took the drink she showed 
              none of the disappointment that Wendy would have.  Since the invasion, 
             flavored water and liquor were the only readily available beverages, and 
             liquor brewed from the biocustomized terran vegetation seemed to Wendy to 
            pale next to the local fare.  Sarah seemed nonetheless content with a tall 
                                          glass of vodka.
           Her curiousity aroused, Wendy sat and gazed at Sarah.  She had long, luscious 
           black curls which dangled to her shoulders.  Her face wasn't what Wendy would 
            have called beautiful, but it wasn't really unattractive either, and had a 
           strange intensity of expression that compelled one to look at her.  Her legs 
            were long and, like nearly everyone's, were deep bronze from the sun's mild 
           UV spectra and the seasonless year.  While she had no facepaint on, she wore 
            decorative bodypaint in strong colors;  an abstract pattern wound from her 
            knees up the fronts of her thighs.  The two segments then disappeared under 
           the cover, but Wendy could imagine that they met at her abdomen and continued 
            up between her breasts, because a similar pattern emerged from her cleavage 
           and ended in a point under her chin.  From her angle Wendy couldn't tell, but 
                         she thought a similar pattern graced Sarah's back.
           Sarah's flat, black footpads were ornately carved, and projections twisted up 
           around her ankles to the knee.  Her cover was of a style with which Wendy was 
             unfamiliar;  perhaps it was a black market purchace from one of the free 
            traders, or perhaps Sarah had made it herself.  It was made of some black, 
               heavy cloth with a shiny appearance and fell loosely down her back to 
           mid-thigh.  The front was of a similar length and was tied to the back panel 
            with double-laced bindings;  the panels were also connected by a thin strip 
            of material over the left shoulder.  Wendy saw Sarah several days a week at 
            BTech, but she had never seen her covered.  Wendy felt a strange curiosity 
            building within her;  the way Sarah's breasts gently prodded the fabric as 
            they swayed gently from side to side and the way the garment folded on the 
             flatness of her stomach made Wendy realize that though she had seen this 
                     woman a hundred times she had never really looked at her.
                              "What brings you," Wendy asked, smiling.
            "You," Sarah said.  "I belong to an organization which I feel you might be 
           interested in joining, and I came to tell you a little about it.  But first, 
                                 I have something for you.  May I"?
                                             "Please".
           Sarah strode over to Wendy's autochair, the cover floating out away from her 
               hips with each graceful step.  She pulled something from a concealed 
           compartment on the garment and reached around Wendy's neck, brushing her long 
            red hair away from her back.  A long, thin black cord dropped over Wendy's 
           chest; something warm was suspended from it and nestled between her breasts.  
             Sarah lingered with her arms around Wendy;  she seemed to be having some 
                                      trouble with the catch.
           Wendy felt Sarah's breath hot on her neck.  Wendy clasped the back of Sarah's 
             neck with her right hand, gently massaging the base of her skull.  Sarah 
            dropped her head another centimter, bringing her hot lips into contact with 
            Wendy's neck.  She pursed her lips and sucked on the skin, then releasing, 
            and then moving and reapplying the gentle suction.  Sarah moved her lips up 
             Wendy's neck to her ear, drawing the earlobe between her lips.  After her 
           tongue had circled the lobe several times, she ran it around and into Wendy's 
           ear;  as it was darting in and out of the canal, she stopped to nibble at the 
                                         edge occasionally.
           Sarah brought her head around to face Wendy.  Her hands moved down to Wendy's 
           shoulders.  Wendy stared into Sarah's dark eyes.  They were the deepest brown 
                  Wendy had ever seen;  the line where iris met pupil was barely 
            distinguishable.  Sarah's lips were parted slightly and moist from kissing. 
            Sarah bent her head forward and planted her lips softly on Wendy's.  Wendy 
             opened her mouth and kissed her back.  On the first tentative probings of 
            Sarah's tounge, Wendy circled it with her lips and sucked it deep into her 
            mouth.  She flicked it with her own tounge as she felt it writhe along her 
           teeth and gums.  Wendy intertwined her tounge with Sarah's, thrusting between 
                        her lips and devouring the sweet taste of her mouth.
           Sarah's hands moved down Wendy's chest to her breasts, cupping them with her 
           palms.  Wendy moaned into Sarah's mouth as the visitor pinched one of Wendy's 
           nipples into hardness between the second and third fingers of her left hand. 
           Sarah squeezed her hand gently, compressing the flesh and then releasing it. 
            Her right hand flattened out and stroked slowly down Wendy's side and along 
              the outside of her thigh.  It moved over to the inside of the thigh and 
            worked up to Wendy's crotch.  Her fingers separated Wendy's hair and began 
             exploring the contours of her labia with short tugging motions.  Her left 
            hand circled Wendy's breast and then again squeezed the protruding erection 
                             there between her first finger and thumb.
            Sarah disengaged her tounge, dragging it heavily over Wendy's chin and down 
             her neck.  She trailed it wetly into Wendy's cleavage, using her hand to 
            press the breasts closer and to rub her face with them.  As the fingers of 
            her right hand eased Wendy's vagina open, her left lifted a breast so that 
             her tounge could lick it's underside.  Wendy moaned again as Sarah began 
              sliding the entire length of her first and second fingers lightly from 
            clitoris to anus.  As Sarah's tounge completed the circumference of Wendy's 
             breast it spiralled inward, ending with a thick swipe at the nipple still 
            held between finger and thumb.  She moved her hand away and, beginning with 
           the merest portion of the tip of Wendy's reddened firmness, gradually sucked 
                    as much of the large breast into her mouth as was possible.
           Wendy, now almost constantly issuing a low growl from the back of her throat, 
            fumbled at the side of the autochair for the controls.  Finding the panel, 
           she tapped a key and the memplast began to metamorphosize.  As the autochair 
           silently changed, she reached for Sarah's body.

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  The fabric of her cover was 
            thick, and as Wendy brushed the swaying breasts beneath it she noticed for 
           the first time that Sarah's nipples were as hard as her own.  She pressed the 
           garment to Sarah's body with her hands, rubbing it between them and the flesh 
           beneath.  Sarah's breasts seemed quite firm and were as large as her own, or 
              larger;  it was difficult to tell through the cover.  As the autochair 
            carefully lowered them to a reclined position, Sarah brought her knees onto 
               it and kneeled perpundicular to Wendy's prone form.  Her mouth still 
             connected to Wendy's right breast by gentle suction, she then opened her 
             host's vagina fully with her first and third fingers and slowly slid her 
            second finger in to the knuckle.  Wendy released a short cry and started to 
                                         groan even louder.
             The autochair was now fully transformed into a wide, soft mat.  Wendy lay 
            with her legs spread wide and her knees propped up, hips rythmically rising 
           and falling from the surface and Sarah's hand thrusting and gyrating between 
            her thighs.  As Sarah's mouth engulfed her breast, Wendy brought her right 
           hand again to Sarah's breasts, bobbing under the cover with her motions.  As 
            she stroked them, she began to inch the material up over Sarah's ribs.  Her 
            movements somewhat jerky due to the pulsing of her lower body, she finally 
             exposed thin crescents of skin at the bottom of Sarah's breasts.  Just as 
           they were about to fall free, Sarah got up on her knees, causing the cover to 
              fall back down to her thighs.  As it fell, Wendy got a quick glimpse of 
              Sarah's crotch, the curly black hair closely trimmed and styled into a 
           perfect diamond shape.  Wendy's suspicions about the bodypaint were confirmed 
            as well;  the pattern trailed up Sarah's stomach and between her breasts.  
           The motions of Sarah's hand stopped, though she did not withdraw her finger.  
             Wendy continued to hump against Sarah's hand as Sarah opened her mouth to 
                                               speak.
                   "Eat my cunt," she said, her voice deeper, husky and forceful.
            Sarah drew her left knee over Wendy's head and lowered her crotch onto the 
            waiting mouth.  She slid her left hand down to Wendy's groin and plied her 
             labia further apart with the fingers of that hand.  She then slipped her 
           third finger into Wendy's pussy alongside the second and began shifting them 
             both slowly in and out.  Wendy's increasing gasps were stifled by Sarah's 
             cunt, now riding back and forth over Wendy's outstretched tounge.  Wendy 
            brought her hands over and on top of Sarah's buttocks, pulling her closer.  
             As Sarah rocked forward on her knees, Wendy thrust her tounge as far into 
              Sarah's dripping snatch as it would go , then withdrew it a little and 
           flicked it back and forth as rapidly as she could when Sarah's return motion 
            brought her clit into reach.  The sweet secretions covered her mouth, nose, 
            and chin, and were running down her cheeks onto the autochair.  Sarah added 
             her first finger to the others already inserted into Wendy's wet hole and 
           increased the speed of her strokes.  Wendy's pelvis now bucked wildly to meet 
           Sarah's thrusts as Sarah began spreading and pressing together Wendy's pussy 
          lips with the fingers of her left hand in time with the motions of her right.  
            Simultaneously she started rubbing Wendy's clit between her left and right 
                                              thumbs.
              Sarah had started moaning as well, her throaty voice mumbling an almost 
            incoherent stream of pleas, "Oh yes, come on Wendy, oh please, come on, oh 
                  lick it faster, please please, faster, oh eat it eat it eat it!"
             Wendy realized that Sarah was nearly coming, feeling a gradual buildup of 
             quick spasms in Sarah's thighs that were not at all in time with the now 
            quicker back-and-forth motion of her groin.  Wendy opened her mouth further 
              and flattened her tounge against Sarah's clit, following it forward and 
            backward with a slow, hard, swirling motion.  Sarah's rythmn disintegrated 
              completely;  she was jerking wildly to and fro, her thighs closing and 
             clenching Wendy's head so hard that Wendy thought it would burst.  Wendy 
           kneaded Sarah's buttocks roughly, and furiously twisted her head and mouth in 
            what little free space she had.  Sarah's violent reaction threw Wendy over 
            the brink as well and she felt herself try to engulf Sarah's whole arm with 
             her cunt, flinging her crotch madly at Sarah's hands.  Sarah fell forward 
             onto Wendy's stomach and they thrashed wildly, rolling from side to side, 
               bucking and humping until they lay half on and half off the autochair.
           Gradually their flailing quieted to a slow twitching and eventually they lay 
            quivering on the floor, stomach to stomach, Sarah's crotch snuggled against 
              the underside of Wendy's chin and her head resting on a pillow of damp 
                                              thighs.
           When Wendy regained consciousness, Sarah was not in the room.  Her cover was 
           thrown casually on the chair she had originally been sitting in.  Wendy hit a 
            button and the autochair began to reform into it's original shape.  She got 
           up and went to the kitchen where she heard activity.  Sarah was there, fixing 
                                       a small pot of water.
                "I hope you don't mind; I thought you might like some," Sarah said.
            "Mmm," repiled Wendy wistfully.  She embraced Sarah from behind.  "Is your 
                     organization's usual method to seduce potential recruits"?
            Sarah arched her back and tilted her head to rub cheeks with Wendy.  "No," 
                           she smiled, "but you're not a usual recruit".
              Wendy stiffened fractionally, still smiling.  "So this was part of your 
                                               plan"?
                  "As some Mother said once, 'I cannot tell a lie'.  Yes it was".
            Wendy was floored.  Looking at Sarah, Wendy knew that she was the type that 
           never lied and never apologized.  "You mean . . . You mean you really . . .  
                  I don't believe it!  Oh, you . . . you man!  Just get out . . ."
                                "Now wait, I had no idea tha . . ."
                       "No idea?  Get out!  Take your cover and leave!  Now!"
           Sarah had set the pot down and was moving toward the door.  As she picked up 
             her cover, she spoke.  "Look, it wasn't like you think.  We decided . . ."
             "What was it like then?  And how do you know what I think?  Look, I don't 
            care! I don't want an explanation and I sure don't want a sales pitch right 
            now. I'm sorry, I kind of lost my head for a minute there, but this really 
                        does piss me off and I really do want you to leave".
                   Wendy reached for the access pad by the door.  "So just . . ."
                                  "It's about the Prophylactans".
           Wendy stopped.  No one talked much about the invaders, and Wendy didn't know 
                of any organizations that would care to make them a topic.  She was 
               intrigued, but not deterred.  "Fine.  Goodbye".  She opened the door.
                                         "May I call you"?
                                         "Later.  Goodbye".
            As Sarah left, Wendy watched her walk away.  Now really seeing it uncovered 
           for the first time, Wendy closely observed the contours of her receding body. 
            The bodypaint was applied to her back as well; it was a good job and Wendy 
           wished she knew where Sarah got it done.  She didn't really believe that the 
           lovemaking had been completely passionless;  quite the reverse, in fact.  But 
           the mere fact that Sarah had contemplated the act beforehand bothered Wendy.  
           When Sarah was gone, Wendy went back into the room.  Then she remembered the 
           strange object dangling between her breasts.  She hadn't yet had a chance to 
            look at it, and would probably have returned it if she had remembered it.  
                        She removed the necklace and held it in her palm.  
            Attatched to a chain which looked very delicate but which, from the weight 
           and color Wendy guessed was probably made from strong monofilament braid, was 
           a small crystal sphere no larger than the nail of her fourth finger.  Inside 
            the crystal was a white substance.  Wendy gasped.  She held the crystal to 
            the light, her fingers trembling.  The substance was a thick fluid, rolling 
            around the interior of the crystal.  It looked like .  .  .  Wendy pressed 
           the small prize to her breast;  yes, it did give off it's own warmth!  Surely 
             it must be the precious discharge from the native life, which had been so 
           common before the invasion.  Where had Sarah gotten it?  And Wendy had thrown 
           her out.  If only she had looked at the gift before .  .  .  But no matter.  
            Sarah would call again.  Wendy curled up like a child on the autochair, the 
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