The Mutated

The Mutated - North-American version

With thanks to Streti


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Tasha sat under a dead tree at the edge of the village and watched the sunset. It had become something of a ritual ever since the dustclouds had cleared. She and Gage would go to whichever place gave the best view that evening and watch. She didn't really know why she did it. Maybe it was because she never really appreciated the sun before. Maybe it was because she kind of feared the sun wouldn't rise again tomorrow and didn't want to miss seeing it one last time. Maybe it was something else entirely. She didn't really care either way.

It was pretty nice sunset today. Of course, the fact that it was pleasantly warm evening probably helped. Yet Tasha found herself distracted. Her eye kept slipping away from the horizon to a nearby house. The house itself wasn't anything special, but it was so far away from anything else in the village that it seemed kind of lonely.

"Why do you think she lives there?" Tasha asked.

"What?" Gage said. "Oh. Don't know."

"I mean, even Penny lives closer to the centre of the village," Tasha continued. "Why'd she choose to set up shop there?"

"Maybe she likes the solitude," said Gage.

"Yeah, maybe," Tasha said more to herself than to her friend.

"Where are you going?" Gage asked when Tasha suddenly stood up.

"Ask her if she wants to watch the sunset with us. You can stay here if you like."

Gage shrugged in response.

Tasha walked to the house and confidently pushed open the door. Nobody locked their doors here and it was nice to see this place was no exception. It was only once she had entered the sparsely decorated living room that Tasha remembered it would have been polite to knock first.

Tasha eventually found Lin in what could only be called her office on the second floor. There was a small window, a table covered in paper and a chair for Lin to sit in. There was absolutely nothing to indicate that this was actually someone's room in someone's house.

"Hey there," said Tasha.

Lin looked up from whatever she had been working on. "Tasha," she greeted.

"Mind if I sit down here?" Tasha asked as she sat down on Lin's desk.

Lin gave her a pointed look for a few moments. "Sure," she said finally.

"Nice sunset out today," the redhead said.

"That's nice to hear," Lin said calmly.

"So, uhm... I was wondering."

"Yes?" said Lin.

Tasha scratched the back of her neck. "Why'd you decide to live out on the outskirts anyway?"

"I need a reason?" Lin asked.

"No, I guess not, but... Well, OK, look, I think I know what's going on."

"Do you?"

Tasha bit down a frustrated sigh. Lin was almost as difficult to talk to as Gage. Maybe even more so.

"Thing is... I got infected too, you know," said the redhead. "With the Creeper, I mean. It did a real number on my body. Morris said... something I totally couldn't understand but basically my body reacted to the infection by... changing."

Lin suddenly looked her straight in the eyes. "Changing how?"

"I mean... I mean I'm not the woman I was. I mean I've got a dick. And I think you do too."

"Are you saying I choose solitude because I suffered some kind of mutation and I feel ashamed of it?"

"Yeah," said Tasha.

"You're wrong," said Lin. "I simply don't like being around too many people. That's all."

"Oh," said Tasha. "Well, that's... I... Wow, is my face red, huh?"

"But if it makes you feel better, I underwent the same mutation," Lin said. "I have a penis as well."

"You do?" Tasha said. "That's..." She paused and snickered uncomfortably. "I was about to say that's good to know, but it's not really, is it?"

"Why would you say that?" Lin asked.

"Well, let's face it, we're both still... you know... different."

"I disagree," said Lin, "I don't think our becoming hermaphrodites has made us different. Not in a way that matters."

"Now you sound like Will," Tasha said. "Still, I guess you're right. But don't you find it difficult?"

Lin put her paperwork away and turned in her chair. "Tasha, I'm comfortable with who I am. But you're not, are you?"

Tasha looked away. "No. I guess not."

"How can I help?"

Tasha looked back. "What?"

"I can't say I know what you're going through," said Lin. "I accepted my new body with ease. But I think you can open to me as a fellow hermaphrodite."

"Woman," said Tasha. "I'm a woman."

"If you insist," said Lin. "It's just a word anyway."

"Anyway, I don't know if you can help me," said Tasha. "It just feels... weird, you know. I don't think talking will help."

"Weird?" said Lin. "It's a part of you."

"Yeah, well, it shouldn't be."

"But it is," said Lin.

Lin pulled off her gloves before reaching out and putting her hand on Tasha's black shorts. The pilot's eyes grew large and she breathed in sharply when a sudden flash of heat spread through her body.

"What are you doing?" she breathed.

"Does this feel weird?" Lin asked.

Tasha felt the woman's hand pressing against her, felt how the extra warmth made her cock twitch, felt her whole body become just a little bit hotter.

"Kind of," she answered.

"Do you want me to stop?" Lin asked, moving her hand along growing outline of Tasha's hardening member.

"I... I don't... No."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Lin said as she calmly kept rubbing Tasha through her shorts.

"Yeah," Tasha admitted.

"May I show you how good it can feel?"

Tasha fell silent for a moment. She tried to ignore the feeling of Lin's hand as well as her own quickly growing arousal. She had the feeling that whatever her answer was going to be, it was going to be huge in a way she couldn't really define. She didn't want to rush into this. Which was to say, she did want to rush into this and wanted it more and more with every passing moment, but she wasn't sure if she should.

"Tasha?"

Tasha blinked as surprise momentarily overruled her arousal. Even though her face showed no hint of it, Lin's voice had actually sounded concerned.

"OK."

A bit of tension left Lin's face in what was probably the closest thing she had to a smile. She quickly unzipped Tasha's shorts and pulled them off together with her black panties. Tasha was impressed with the Lin seemed to have almost no problem with sliding the garments down her thigh boots. Or would have been if she hadn't been so distracted by the fact that she was now sitting on another woman's desk both mostly clothed and completely exposed.

Tasha expected Lin to have cold hands, but when the tactician's slender fingers brushed against her cock they turned out to be very warm indeed. More than warm enough to send a whole new wave of lustful heat through her body. She leaned back a bit, putting her hands behind her on the table, and spread her legs as though giving Lin full access to her hardening dick and increasingly moist pussy. Which, she realized, was exactly what she was doing.

Lin got off her chair and kneeled between Tasha's legs without removing her hand from her shaft. If there was an emotion on her face (and Tasha wasn't entirely sure there was) it would have been fascination. Her dark eyes were riveted to her member, seemingly studying every little detail of its growth as it filled with blood. Tasha felt she should've been kind of embarrassed by the attention, but instead she only felt herself becoming more aroused.

Possibly judging her cock hard enough, Lin wrapped her fingers around it. Tasha gasped when Lin gripped her and felt like she could come right then. Which was either a completely ridiculous notion or explained a lot about men. Not that that really mattered right now. Not when Lin methodically stroked her up and down, from the base of her shaft all the way up to her head. Tasha still couldn't believe how it felt. It was so bizarrely different, yet at the same time so intimately familiar. Pleasure would be pleasure, apparently.

Lin smoothly stroked Tasha up and down and up and down until the pilot was completely erect. Tasha wasn't exactly sure how she knew she couldn't possibly get any harder, but know it she did. Possibly it had something to do with the fact she was so wet she had begun to stain Lin's desk.

Lin moved her hand down to the base of Tasha's cock and let it rest there. She leaned ever so slightly and opened her mouth to let her tongue slip out. Tasha threw her head back and moaned when Lin licked her hard flesh. Pleasure shocked through her body while the tip of Lin's tongue moved up and circled her head. Breathing heavily, Tasha oppressed the urge to lean back and thrust her crotch into Lin's face, instead opting to watch her as she lapped at her cock. There was some weird double nature about her. Sometimes her eyes were open while her tongue played with her, sometimes closed. When they were open, Lin appeared to be the cold and logical person she always was. When they were closed, she seemed affectionate and lustful.

Whatever her thoughts were about the emotions Lin's did or didn't express, they were soon shattered. Lin stopped licking her and let her lips closed around the tip of her cock. Tasha again began moaning with pleasure as Lin's head moved down and more and more of her member disappeared into her wet and warm mouth where her tongue once again darted around her hardness. Lin moved down until her lips met her hand still gripping Tasha's base, then went up again. Lin soon found a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked on Tasha's shaft. Tasha, meanwhile, had lost all sense of rhythm. Pleasure soared through her and lust overcame her. She moaned loudly and incoherently, her whole body on fire. And yet, while lustful heat filled her, there was one part of her body where her pleasure was more intense still. A little ball of intense pleasure lurking just underneath her cock, waiting to... to...

Come.

"L-Lin..."

If there had been anything else Tasha wanted to say, she didn't. The very moment Lin's name left her lips she came, feeling pleasure soar through her and out into Lin's mouth. She groaned, feeling her cock twitch and pulse as it released its load. When she no longer felt the warmth of Lin's mouth around her shaft, Tasha managed to open her eyes just enough to see her own seed splashing across the woman's face and into her dark hair. Pale globs of her semen landed randomly all over her and by the time her climax subsided, Lin's face was a complete mess.

Panting, Tasha came down from her high. She looked down to see Lin looking up at her through one eye, having closed the other to make sure the strand of semen laying on her eyelid didn't get in. Impulsively, Tasha got off the desk and kneeled next to Lin to embrace her tightly and kiss her passionately. She didn't care she could taste only her own seed on Lin's lips and tongue. Right now the only thing she wanted to do was kiss Lin as fiercely as she could.

After there lips parted Tasha again looked at Lin's still messy face. She kissed her again, but this time on the bridge of her nose so she could lap up the semen that had landed there. Then she kissed her on the cheek for the same reason. She kissed her again and again until she had licked up and swallowed all the of her seed that had landed on the woman's face. Some of her seed was still in Lin's hair, but that would have to be cleaned off in a shower. Possibly one they could share.

Tasha drew away slightly so that she could into both of Lin's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

"I'm glad I could help you," Lin replied. "But I wasn't quite done yet."

"What do you mean?" Tasha asked.

Lin moved her hand down onto Tasha's now sticky cock. "You're still hard."

"True," Tasha admitted. "But I think you've done enough for me."

"Very well," said Lin. "If that's the case, would you mind if I asked you for a favour?"

"Sure. I could hardly refuse, could I?"

Lin leaned in so that she could whisper into her ear. "Fuck me."

Tasha tried to swallow, but found her throat curiously dry. The arousal that had drained out of her bloomed inside of her again.

"Well, if... that's what you want," she said.

Lin stood up and stripped naked without ceremony. Tasha looked up at her and felt a strange sense of awe fill her. Lin was beautiful. She'd known that for a long time, of course, but Lin seemed so devoid of emotion that she had never really registered in Tasha's mind as a potentially sexual creature. Now she did, from her long black hair, down her cold yet elegant face to her smaller than average breasts to her thick, erect cock and glistening pussy, all the way down to her slender legs. She was gorgeous.

And she wanted her.

Lin lay down on the floor and turned her eyes towards her. Realizing that there was something expected of her, Tasha quickly stood up and discarded her headband, scarf and gloves. It took her a bit longer than it should have because she was in such a rush she didn't really pay attention to what she was doing. By the time she got to her tight top, she looked down at herself. Long boots, black leather top and her thick cock. She was as naked as she needed to be, with one exception, and unzipped the top just enough to let her full breasts spill out into Lin's expectant view.

When she too was practically though not exactly naked, she watched Lin reach down and spread her folds for her in a quiet invitation. Tasha lay down on top of her naked body and couldn't stop the surprise showing up in her face.

"What is it?" Lin asked.

Tasha smiled. "Nothing," she said and kissed her.

It had been strange looking into Lin's logical eyes and seeing lust and affection in their dark depths. She could never have imagined finding those emotions there and yet now it seemed so natural that they would be there for her to see.

Tasha moved so that her purple tip pressed against Lin's entrance.

"Uhm..." she said. "This isn't the time, but... I don't have any contraceptives, and..."

Lin silenced her by kissing her. "I don't mind if I become pregnant with your child," she said with a heavy breath.

Tasha nodded. "OK then."

A shiver ran through Lin's body as she pushed into her, starting from between her legs and moving all the way up until it reached her lips where it turned into a lust-filled moan. It was a raw, animal sound, one that Tasha would have thought Lin totally incapable of uttering before today. Tasha moved into her further and couldn't stop her own moans when Lin's hot pussy closed around her. She soon found a rhythm, fucking Lin slowly and carefully. It felt a bit strange to fuck a woman, but only because it didn't feel weird at all. Her cock thrust into her smoothly and naturally, as though...

As though her cock was just another part of her, working to give pleasure to them both.

Tasha didn't have the time or inclination to dwell on her revelation. Lin embraced her, pressing her body against hers. She took this as a sign that maybe Lin wasn't in the mood for slow and careful right now. Without having to think about, Tasha increased her pace, thrusting into her quicker and far more deeply. She felt Lin's body buck every time she lunged and felt the woman's hard, hot cock rubbing against her stomach every time she bucked. It was nice to know that she wasn't just pleasuring her by fucking her pussy but also by stimulating her member, even if it was more or less by accident.

Lin moans grew louder and more intense as Tasha kept driving into her. Yet she kept looking calmly into her eyes, refusing to let go completely and let the lust that was more and more obviously there control her body. Tasha couldn't say the same thing for herself. Lin's tightness envelopped her in heat which then spread out through her body. Pleasure danced at the end of every nerve yet again and she could feel it building up at the base of her cock. She knew she was going to come again and soon too, but she didn't want to. Not until Lin had. But it was getting difficult to hang on.

Tasha pushed herself up, leaving one hand on the ground to support herself. The other hand she quickly moved down Lin's body. Lin groaned loudly when her hand grabbed her shaft and began stroking her. For one long and very confused moment Tasha didn't know what to do. Then her body found its rhythm again and she fucked and jacked Lin more or less in tandem. Gritting her teeth, Tasha fought against her own lust, willing herself to focus completely on Lin's pleasure and ignore the build-up in her own body.

Lin let go. Perhaps it was because Tasha was now stimulating both her sex organs or perhaps she had simply decided to. Her eyes closed and her body tensed. She moaned continuously without apparently needing to ever draw breath. Her face, usually nearly impossible to read, now spoke volumes about lust and pleasure. Tasha almost felt like she was suddenly having sex with an entirely different person. Yet it was still Lin writhing underneath her. It was just an aspect of her that hardly anyone ever brought out.

With a scream, Lin came. Her back arched, her pussy tightened even further around Tasha's cock and the pilot felt the woman's member throb in her hand. Tasha continued jerking Lin off, watching the woman's semen splash onto her flat stomach and the underside of her breasts. Then she too let go and she quickly found herself climaxing as well, feeling as though her pleasure surged through her and into Lin even as her seed entered her womb. Lin screamed again, more of her seed landing on her naked body, her pussy gripping Tasha's cock as though she wanted to milk it until her seed had filled her completely.

Tasha's orgasm subsided and she collapsed on top of Lin, her heavy breasts pressing against the tactician's lean chest. The redhead felt her spent cock throb inside Lin's filled pussy, together with her sticky member pressing between them, and the semen splashed on Lin's skin was smearing between her bodies. Tasha felt it sticking to her skin and guessed her black top was getting messy too. Then Lin kissed her, amazingly showing no amount of fatigue. When she pulled away, she was smiling.

"That was nice," she said.

"Nice?" Tasha breathed.

"Great, perfect, wonderful, whatever you like," Lin said. "I enjoyed it. Thank you."

"The pleasure was all mine," said Tasha.

"But I do feel I must apologize," said Lin. "Because of me, you missed the sunset."

"You're right," said Tasha. Then she smiled. "Ah well. There'll be another one tomorrow."