Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Blu is the last woman to criticize décor. Her ship looks as though a teenage boy lives there, but this bedroom is truly tasteless. The low ceiling is covered in mirrors, the bed is round and draped with the furs of exotic creatures, and artificial candles as tall as Blu herself surround it. Horrible music plays, and the air is choked with perfume.

She waits on the bed, wearing only a filmy robe.

The door opens, and Guioz enters. At the moment, Guioz is in the shape of a beautiful woman, dressed in the absurd finery that’s popular in places like Naboo, with lots of layered robes and makeup.

She pauses at the sight of Blu.

“Well,” she says, shutting the door behind her and locking it. “You are not my usual.”

Blu says nothing.

Guioz approaches the bed, taking in her scars and tattoos.

“What are you? A gangster? A bounty hunter?” She laughs. “How does someone like you become a ****?”

Looking sullen, Blu opens her robe and takes it off, revealing the rest of her body.

“The silent type, eh? I can change that,” Guioz says confidently, touching a finger to her lips.

In front of Blu’s eyes, the other woman changes form. The clothes disappear, and her arms and legs become smooth and elongate into tentacles.

Blu stiffens as the appendages snake out and press her down on the bed.

“I’m your owner,” Guioz says, pinning her. “I order you not to disobey me. But I don’t order you not to enjoy yourself.”

One of the tentacles hovers in front of Blu’s face, and the tip of it becomes the fat head of a penis. The others slide over her body, feeling every inch of her. Blu clenches her jaw and lies limp, but she can’t stay that way for long. Guioz encircles her breasts and probes between her legs, bringing her face close to Blu’s, but stopping short of kissing her.

“Determined to be miserable, eh?” she asks.

Blu glares at her, but she’s thoroughly wet between her legs, and Guioz slips one tentacle inside effortlessly. Blu gasps.

“Oh yes,” Guioz says with a moan. “You have a voice. Use it!” She thrusts the tentacle hard, forcing a grunt out of Blu.

Guioz tips her head back. “Ahhh…”

Another tentacle wraps around Blu’s cock and squeezes, then another bumps against her lips, pushing insistently. Blu reluctantly opens her mouth, letting it in. Guioz’s skin is oily and sweet, and a constant dribble of precum forces Blu to swallow every few seconds.

As the shapeshifter gets more and more worked up, the tentacles swell and grow stronger, lifting Blu off the bed until she’s suspended in the air.

Another tentacle tries to probe between her buttocks, but Blu clenches and writhes.

“No?” Guioz asks with a laugh, then pauses to gasp on a particularly deep thrust into Blu’s pussy. “We’ll see.” The tentacle withdraws, only to be replaced by a nose and tongue. Blu arches her back and screams as Guioz pushes her tongue against her asshole.

“Ugh!” Blu’s legs shake and her body jerks. A fat spurt of semen leaps from her cock, splattering over her stomach and rolling down to drip onto the bedspread.

“That’s right,” Guioz says, slipping that other tentacle back into Blu’s mouth. “That’s right. Suck on that. Suck it,” she orders.

Blu gags, then sucks. She grabs the two tentacles on her breasts near the heads and strokes.

“Oh!” Guioz cries out, startled. “Yes! Yes! Oh!” She wobbles, and for someone who likes to act like she’s in control, she doesn’t last long.

Her climax causes all four tentacles to ejaculate in unison. Thin, sour cum spills down Blu’s throat and washes out of her pussy as the other two appendages spray it all over her torso.

Guioz collapses onto the bed, and Blu falls beside her.

The landing is soft, at least. Blu rolls onto her side, coughing on the watery, but plentiful seed. She spits out as much as she can and gets to her feet, only shaking a little.

From the bed, Guioz gasps, still dribbling fluid from the four appendages. She curiously watches the naked Blu from behind as she walks to the shelf where her clothes are folded. Blu begins to dress.

“What are you doing?” Guioz asks, almost laughing. “We aren’t done?”

“I know,” Blu replies, pausing to stifle a yawn.

“Maybe you don’t understand being a ****,” Guioz suggests.

“I’m not a ****, idiot.” Blu finishes dressing and pulls her blaster.

Guioz’s eyes pop open, but she can’t sit up. She came hard, times four. She can’t move at all. Shapeshifters are impossible to deal with at full strength, but blinded by lust and spent after a good time in the sack? That’s another story.

Blu approaches the bed.

“How did you get that in here?” Guioz demands.

“It’s an antique. You can’t detect it,” Blu replies with a shrug.

“Why didn’t you just kill me?”

“I’m a bounty hunter, not an assassin.” Blu holsters the blaster and pauses, unsure what to do. Guioz is still in the form she took for sex. She has her normal face and torso, but her arms and legs are still tentacles, as limp as noodles.

She can’t walk like this.

Scowling, Blu looks around and hurries to the closet, opening the doors. Good: Guioz has luggage. Blu grabs the biggest one and rolls it over to the bed, popping it open.

“You cannot be serious,” Guioz says.

Blu is deadly serious. Moving the post-orgasmic shapeshifter is like moving a string of balloons full of fluid. She piles Guioz and her quivering tentacles into the luggage.

“I can pay,” Guioz tries to cry out, but Blu snaps the luggage shut and extends the handle.

She only has two hours to pay the landing pad or her ship will be impounded. There’s no time to wait around here and talk. Blu pauses, trying to straighten out her jumpsuit, which is damp between the legs because Guioz’s stuff is still leaking out of her. Blu had never been with a shapeshifter before. It might’ve been fun under different circumstances, but Guioz is a **** stick mogul worth a lot of credits to the right person.

“Hey!” Guioz cries from inside the suitcase. Great. Her voice is still audible in there.

Blu has to hurry. She tilts the luggage and rolls it straight out of the bedroom, coming face to face with two approaching figures: one is a hulking Rodian, and the other is a Twi’lek in chains. The Twi’lek wears skimpy underwear that hides basically none of her smooth, green skin.

She is obviously the **** that was supposed to be waiting in the bedroom for Guioz to play with.

Blu pauses, thinking fast.

“I can pay you! You’re a good lay! Let’s be friends!” Guioz shouts from inside the suitcase.

The Rodian looks at the luggage in confusion.

Blu pulls her blaster and fires three times, the shots incredibly loud in the tight hallway. This is a bad part of Coruscant, and these big slum buildings are not very spacious. The Rodian falls dead, and the Twi’lek leaps away with a shriek. Blu gives her a push to get her moving, then turns in surprise as an alarm begins to go off.

Seriously? Guioz has her operation in a slum like this, but she has a security alarm? Well, Blu’s blaster is easy to sneak into places, but it’s not very stealthy. It’s a primitive design that fires actual metal projectiles using a combustible powder.

The Rodian groans and Blu absently finishes him off with a fourth bullet, then grabs the luggage as the alarm wails.

Time to go.