Herself, at first

The being sitting amidst the wreckage has an uncanny resemblance to Philia. In fact, you could swear that it's Philia, unchanged. Her expression is partially exhausted and relieved, partially randy and feral.

Sophie: "Are you alright?"

Philia: "Phew... Fuck me that was good... Oh - just... FUCK."

The hair on her body stands up, and Philia curls herself into around like a clod of taffy, relishing in the sensations taking place.

Philia: "It was like an orgy, I tell you. Outright. Gawd, it was like being one with my own bodily fluids. Tossing and turning in throes of pleasure. A waking wet dream..."

Sophie: "The procedure lasted forty minutes longer than it should've. What happened in there?"

Philia: "I don't know exactly... But it was great!"

Sophie: "That I can believe."

Scientist 1: "Your Highness, did the gene splicing work? Are you capable of changing into the... eh, enhanced form as we intended?"

Philia: "Let's see."

The slime-coated foreign Queen gets on her feet, looking at herself befuddled.

Philia: "Uh, how is this supposed to work?"

Scientist 1: "That's a good question. A little bit of concentration should suffice. And maybe try to strain your limbs a bit?

Philia closes her eyes and flexes her body slightly. As she does, you see some kind of smooth, oily substance appearing around her joints and the edges of her skin. Without warning, Philia gasps loudly as her legs buckle. Her sound is something so very indecent that you begin to drip, and seemingly every man in the room pops a boner.

Then, Philia gives off a guttural roar, a roar which permeates unhinderd through solid walls, squeezing out the the most satisfying of orgasms from anyone who hears it. The latex and terasteel armor blankets Philia's body, as a pair of wings shoot out of her back like a pair of daggers from an assassin's sleeve. Her clitoris grows into a monstrous, veiny cock reaching almost to her chest.

The change in her mental state is exactly as radical as her physical alterations. No longer timid and shy, the new Philia has nothing to lose, nothing to prove to anyone. Her being speaks the language of raw flesh.

With utter confidence and free of care, Philia swoops in front of you with a single flap of her wings and shoves you on the ground. Before you've even settled, she's on top of you, holding you from the wrists, kneading her flagrantly displayed organs against you in an act of dissolute, wanton need.

Philia: "You make such a cute bottom, Sophie..."

Your heart is racing. Nobody's ever dared to come onto you with such arrogant boldness. You - a Queen of an entire planet! Then again, Philia's a Queen as well, but you did always consider her a prude if nothing else.

And yet, there she is: kneading herself against your heaving bosom and teasing your clit with the tip of her dick. You're certainly strong enough to break out of her robotic grip, but do you want to? Certainly not. Instead, you hoist your legs around her waist and latch on for dear life, taking every bit of her lustruous ladyboner. Philia reciprocates by roughhousing you to heaven and back, calling you all manners of slutty names in the process.

You can't count the amount of times you cum. After Philia finally lets loose, you're a shambling latex-smelling mess nearly hyperventilating on the floor. Meanwhile, your staff has elected to fornicate amongst themselves, irrespective of gender.

Philia rises to her feet once more. She walks over to a nearby table where her posessions were stored, and retrieves her wallet. Then she walks back to you, crouching over your head, and punctures a small wad of 10 thousand credit bills against your still-erect nipple.

Philia: "You did pretty fine, cocksleeve. Buy yourself something nice."

This sensual sex-machine discards you like a soiled tissue paper and walks off, proud of her work. You let your eyes roll back and rest your cheek against the warm floor, letting your tongue droop out in exhaustion.

Now happens something which you weren't expecting: Philia turns back to her old form, all of her former insecurities and restraints back in place. She's visibly distressed over the situation.

Philia: "Sophie! Oh no, are you alright? I kinda might've went overboard there..."

You try to respond, but end up coughing up a bit of semen instead, despite not remembering giving her fellatio.

Sophie: *cough, cough* "Ugh... Yeah, I'm a-okay. Was- was that you back there, Philia?"

Philia: "Not really, no... I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of that, I swear!"

Sophie: "Somehow that makes it even hotter... Good god I could learn to like you as a top."

Philia: "I've got a bit of a bifurcated personality I'm afraid, and my transformation helps me in channel it!"

This has some daunting implications. First of all, you are practically addicted to Philia's latex dickangel form. Right now you couldn't even consider going two days without having her ravage you. But you also appreciate her as a friend and respect her as a political ally, and you fear that this could compromise the statuses of both of you.

There's only one option: You and Philia join the two planets into a single empire, ruling it as a diarchy of Queens. This way, you needn't be millions of miles apart whenever you get a hankering to be Philia's playmate for an hour or two.

ENDING 27 -Best of Both Worlds-