Geneforging

"So, you must be Milo." The geneartist extended zer hand for Milo to shake. "I am Dr. Raelou Kintobor, I will be overseeing your exaltation today." The bio-technician put zer arm around the eighteen year old boy and showed him the machine that would facilitate his transcendence. "This is a Hackcom and Fickstein pattern twenty six quantum gene-forge. It is rated for full e-matter encoding with all fifty three of the sixty one known arcane elements. You will not find a more sophisticated machine in the Federation for reshaping living forms. There is not a morph-pattern, human or alien, that this machine cannot encode. Now take off your clothes and lie back. Try not to move too much. Relax, the probulator will not hurt. So, you are looking to become an exalt. As a Caplanist myself, congratulations on choosing transcendence. I take it that since you are here with me that you do not want just any old off the shelf modular reformatting. You want a customized body that fulfills your image of yourself. Just close your eyes and let me get a look at your neuroharmonics. Alright, that is good. Now, I am going to ask you some questions. You can answer them if you want, but the geneforge’s probulators will tell me the truth regardless of what answers you verbalize. Do you understand?” Dr. Kintobor the scrawny young man nod before zhe began to do zer real work.

“Let’s start at the top and work our way down. Do you want traditional hair or do you want head tentacles? Anything special on the eyes? How do we feel about facial hair and ridges? What shape do you want for your ears? What sized breasts do you want? Do you want any extra fingers or a second thumb? How big should your ass be? Tail or no tail? Oh, okay. How long of a tail do you want? Are you sticking with the regular feet or did you want to upgrade to something more exotic like hooves or talons? Okay. Last thing, is there anything you have seen in the noosphere or in an engram that you want to add for flair? Alright. Great! You just relax and GNSL4 and I here will get you looking fabulous!” Dr. Kintobor sang the last word, zer throat resonating with a six part harmony as zhe gestured to the Mekani with surgical tools in place of hands.

“Wait. What about?” Milo gestured to his penis and testicles.

The biosculptor laughed. “Oh honey.” Zhe said in a voice sweeter than the gods’ own ambrosia. “All Caplanists and those born Transcendent have the same font and cloagina. You cannot fix what is not broken and no one has yet to improve on the perfection of Dr. Caplan’s design.”

“Do my testicles get…?” Milo went pale and had trouble finishing the sentence.

“They get reworked. The material is relocated into a more secure location attached to the medial anterior portion of the kidneys and resequenced into a more productive and complex endocrine regulators that can do a lot more than make little squirts of white goo. You won’t miss them. None of us do.” Raelou gave the boy a wink. “The next part is better done with you ****. Count backwards from twelve and when you wake up, it will be the beginning of your whole new life.”

***

Cassandra, her husband Dongkun, and their twins Anna and William waited for Milo while being attended by the selection from the royal harem. “The sultan wishes for me to convey his apologies for not being able to meet you in person, cousin.” said Lucas Fujiwara as he escorted Cassie and her family to one of the private waiting rooms “Important matters of state. I have no idea the details. Something to do with Jimmy. Not even two months out and the boy is already causing trouble. What sort of crazy twist of fate is it that out of all of us, that cat crazy, sympathist-in-denial is the one who forms a successful link with Grandpa’s old SERAPH? The kid spends a few years in the navy and all of a sudden owning a country of a half million square miles and three hundred million souls was too boring for the wonderchild who communes with the arcane powers. I do not know how you do it. How you can bring yourself to actually live in his country confounds me.”

“It is not something I think about too much.” said Cassandra. “I own my plantation outright as a freeholder, so it is not like I am paying him taxes or anything.”

“Paricrader does have the best food and music scene on the planet. It is where people who want to make memories live, which means that it is where the people who want to enhance memories need to be.” said Dongkun. “Let me take you on a quad prowl sometime and I will show you what I mean.”

Lucas Fujiwara grinned. “That does sound like fun. It might be a nice change of pace to slum it with some retail xenos. As much as I enjoy them, the palace playthings do get boring after a while. Speaking of the sultan’s stables, I hand picked a few choice selections for you myself.”Lucas opened the door to the waiting room where nine fully humanized alien women and three alien men dressed as kajiras of the highest quality were posing for their royal masters. Being the personal pleasure providers of a planetary ruler, it went without question that each of the slaves was highly trained, driven, and motivated to provide the most enjoyable experience possible to the humans they are charged with serving. “Will these be satisfactory, or did you have any special requests?”

“Is it true that Zelda Songslut lives in the palace? Can I see her?” Pleaded Anna with her best puppy dog eyes.

“Ha. This is where she lives usually, but…” Lucas tried his best to hide his annoyance of having to explain this to people. “Zelda Songslut is currently with my brother James on his expedition to chart the frontier. She will not be returning for several years. Is there anything else?” Lucas asked with a clipped tone.

“No, thank you, Luke. I think we will be fine from here.” said Cassie.

“Tata dear.” Lucas gave Cassandra a hug and cheek kisses, shook Dongkun’s hand firmly, then leveled his gaze at the twins. “You two must be getting ready to ship out soon?”

“Ten months.” said William. “I am hoping to qualify for Ranger Corp.”

“Marvelous. And you, darling?” Lucas asked Anna. “How will you be spending your Federal service?”

“I am going to be a pilot.” said Anna. “After taking Daddy’s yacht around The Cluster and to The Core Worlds and back, qualifying to fly courier boats and combat droppers was easy.” The nubile young girl said with a grin most self assured.

“Well. I shall have to put a grand going away party on The Sultan’s event calendar.”

“““Really?”” said the twins in unison.

“Of course.” Lucas said. “As planetary majordomo, it is my job to find excuses for the sultan to throw parties, and two of our most prominent young scions going off to fight for humanity is something worth celebrating.”

***

After Lucas had left. Each member of the family selected two of the twelve concubines that suited their tastes as their primary and secondary attendants.

Cassandra went first choosing a redhead Ligreon girl and an adorable Egaz girl with their signature huge breasts on such small stature. Dongkun selected a pair of pretty Schar, one a slender boy, the other a dainty girl. Anna selected a handsome Knavar stud and a blue skinned amarlean girl. William selected a blonde Ligreon girl for himself and a slender framed Garex girl.

Each family member reclined on their couch cuddled between two pieces of highly trained premium xeno ass who dutifully pampered and pleasured their human while they watched the entertainment.

The four girls who were not chosen, two Ligreons, a Schar, and a Knavar, all began to perform for their human audience. What followed was one part dance, one part display of contortion and acrobatics, and three parts sapphic sex show.

The family did not have to wait too long. The four Pascals were watching the twee tomboy rubbing her antennae around the thighs of the bitch as the Schar ate the canine xeno girl’s pussy as the two cat girls knelt facing one another performing mutual masturbation to one another as the two **** girls exchanged passionate kisses when they heard the click click click of high heels before they heard someone with a soft and sultry voice ask “Are you ready to see the real me?”

Zhe was a whole foot taller than he had been a few hours ago. Zhe had the shape of a statuesque woman with an hourglass figure. A woman who seemed nearly devoid of body fat displayed what a body designed for perfection looks like. Zer luscious blond hair which cascaded nearly halfway down zer back was held in a stylish airy tease thanks to micro effector field generator that looked like glowing diamonds in zer hair. Zer face was clear of the old acne and had been reshaped. Zhe was far more seductive and alluring than he had ever been. Zer ample, perky breasts looked as if they would defy gravity even if they were not currently pressed into a solid gold bra designed to show off zer cleavage.

Zhe was dressed in the traditional Caplanist fashion. Which was to say that zhe wore nothing but jewelry with built in hardlight projectors. It gave the impression that zhe was wearing nothing but body chains, arm and leg bands, rings on zer fingers and toes, and an elaborate gorget style choker necklace at the same time that it looked to everyone that zer body was being concealed by ethereal bands of shimmering gossamer. At the moment, zhe had the hardlight emitters set to opaque. Zhe did not want zer parents and siblings ogling zer naughty bits.

“Wow. Milo, you look. You look wow you look amazing.” said Cassandra.

The newly transcended exalt smiled. “Thanks mom. But about my name.”

“Right. Of course, sorry. So you picked a new name for yourself?”

The transcendent formerly known as Milo nodded. “My name is Milundra.” Zhe said.

“That will take some getting used to.” zer father said. “But. It is something that I will get used to.” Milundra felt zer stomach flutter as zer father patted zer on the back. “I love you, whatever you call yourself or decide to become. I am always in your corner.”

“So come on, let's see it.” said Anna.

“Yeah. Show us your font.” said William. The young man grabbed the Ligreon he had been fondling and tossed her with casual roughness towards the new trans. “Let’s see you throat fuck the xeno.”

“Oh, this ought to be interesting.” Cassandra sat up to watch. “Go on Millie, I am curious myself. I have not seen a font in person for over a decade. It will be a good warm up before you choose your Shogun’s Gift.”

Milundra looked at zer father, who shrugged and sat back and continued to fondle the pretty Schar boy while the twee tomboy rubbed and licked Dongkun’s feet.

The newly made transcendent Milundra looked down at the blonde haired blue eyed cat xeno and could not help but see, hear, and smell the alien from a whole new perspective. Milundra was aware of the tiniest little details about the lithe, lovely, cat concubine. It amazed zer how where Milo would have found such an overwhelmingly gorgeous woman intimidating despite the fact that she is biochemically compelled to serve and worship all of the members of The Master Race, the alien **** girl seemed so frail, so plain, so eager and nervous while being so beneath zer. What amazed Milundra the most was that zhe could see that the **** saw the same thing. They both instinctively knew as women that any man looking at both of them and could choose would choose Milundra every single time, to say nothing about the transcendent being, stronger, faster, tougher, smarter, and just made better in every way.

Milundra looked down at the premium **** pussy and stroked the girl’s cheek with a grin on zer face as zhe engorged zerself. Milundrua shuddered slightly as the tiny nub between zer legs grew longer and thicker until it was wider than Anna’s wrist and longer than William’s arm. Milundra snaked and wiggled zer Font of Holy Seed around, showing off how it was prehensile enough to pick up a glass of wine from the table before Milundra twisted and thrust zer phallus down the alien’s throat and wriggled it around, vibrating it as zhe released intoxicating pheromones in the form of a viscous goo.

“How does it feel?” William asked.

“Amazing.” answered Milundra.

“Well. Let’s not keep the lizzies waiting.” said Dongkun. “You have your gift’s chain?” the father asked.

Milundra showed zer father a bracelet of malmetal links. “All twenty four links from Her Federal Majesty, plus a few shackles I have been saving up.” Milundra shook zer purse excitedly. “I can’t wait.”

“Off to the Capital Spire Dranza Walk.” said Cassandra as she finished dialing the coordinates into the room’s teleportal. The five Pascals stepped through the shimmering hole in spacetime into the middle of a raucous festival that had the looks of a party that never ends.