Alien Minds (commisison)

 Start of an ongoing commission story; dude in an intergalactic ship ends up swapping bodies with a partly insect-like alien queen. Expect psychic weirdness and breeding akin to the goblin and dragon bodyswap stories from earlier). Also, the alien who appears at the "crime" scene, I imagine he talks like Grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls. Lot of respect if you know who/what that is.)

It had felt like Troy was on a real lucky streak lately. He had moved to Ymir Station on a free ticket offered by the intergalactic government, which had been strange but uneventful the last year or so. Humanity had built the massive satellite as a refueling and supply station in the Gelgii system, effectively acting as a giant intergalactic gas station. He had been given a simple job in the communications department, which looked a lot more complex than it really was.

The real interesting part was the aliens. There were all sorts of creatures around, from the little red blobs that were the chixass to the big lumbering clumps of armored scales that made up the treshlians. He was seeing more and more couples lately that were interspecies, though most scientists were still trying to figure if crossbreeding was even possible (if even wise). Either way, it didn't seem to stop others from being fascinated (or just kinky) about the exotic races.

There were only a few humanoid races that really caught his attention in that sense. There were the ones people had expected; offshoots of humanity with orange skin or extra arms or thicker bones. He wouldn't have guessed that the ruex would be the ones that really drew him into the whole xenophile crowd.

The ruex were blue people, tall and skinny with some hints of insect to them. Their eyes were big and dark circles on bald, narrow heads dotted with two pairs of antennae and a few small, dull barbs. Four arms worked along a long torso that ended in a thorax-like bulging tail. Their feet had several extra joints and had platform-like feet with some gripping clawed toes that circled the edges. They mostly wore these simple but shimmering robes that gave them androgynous look to the point where Troy wondered if they were all just one gender.

Yunmeshka was definitely different from the rest. There were little touches to her that made her distinctly female. She wasn't as busty as a human tended to be, but she definitely possessed some kind of mammaries that seemed to slide smoothly low on her body until they ended near her stomach. They didn’t quite sag since they were slim and perky, more like she just had long pectoral muscles attaching the low orbs. She wore a more elaborate garb than the rest, namely a cut of her robe that looked more like a cocktail dress along with several pieces of jewelry on her slender neck and wrists. Her angular legs met on wide hips; hips that Troy had accidentally gotten his hands on when they bumped into each other in the merchant district of the station.

Troy was instantly charmed by her. "Meshka" had this high and melodic voice, like she was whistling quietly in the background whenever she talked. She laughed often and easily, and she quickly adopted a very physical kind of affection for him. He went on a few dates and kept in contact with her via their messenger pads, learning that she was a diplomat from her species as one of their relatively few females. Things started to get more serious after a few more dates, where he got his first kiss with her and found that their tongues were surprisingly rough. Almost scaley rather than like a cat's tongue.

Then came the fateful night: Meshka asked to spend the night at his place. Troy got his rest station as clean as he could before she showed up. There was some kind of smooth yellow bodypaint streaked across her cheeks and along her chest and thighs, something he assumed to be ruexian makeup. Her antennae kept curling up into little snailshell patterns, something he noticed she did when she felt flattered or embarassed.

"Please, human-kin Troy," she urged gently in that whistling voice. "Woud you close the door? I would rather disrobe in privacy."

Now that sounded promising. He helped her undress, not that it was especially difficult with her dress being essentially a fancier robe. She wore nothing else beneath that, and he was pleased to see that her genitalia looked about what he'd hoped for. She gave a whistling giggle as he caught himself staring at her wide hips and long, sloped breasts. Her extra hands went to work in undressing him as her shiney black eyes watched him with a smiling admiration, planting little kisses on him as she worked on his pants. When they were both undressed, he took two of her hand at random and led her onto the bed. Her long legs shifted around to fit on the mattress as she cupped his cheek.

"I have been looking forward to bonding with you, my spawner Troy," she purred. He was starting to wonder what she could do with those extra hands when she opened her mouth wider than he remembered she could. Her jaw cracked as it went about six-inches long and her tongue her black, scaly tongue stretched out of her mouth, gently wrapped around his neck and slid into his ear.

Things got very strange for Troy at that point. He didn't talk for the next few hours, or however long he was out. He was surrounded by the whistling of her voice mixed with her words, feeling... everything. All of the emotions flowed around inside and through him, feeling crushing despair and uplifting joy somehow crunching together inside of his chest while he drown in some noble dignity. His eyes felt useless because he kept seeing memories and dreams from a world he didn't know as well as some of his own. At last, some other... force wrapped around him. This vaguely blue-pink cloud that merged with him, brushing away the unwanted sensations and thoughts and leaving only good ones.

"Relax, human-kin Troy. This is our mind now." Meshka's voice/thoughts reached him, gently walking him through the fact that she had joined minds with him. "It is the first time a human has undergone this ritual, but you are kwepla... one who is very special to me, beyond all others. I wished to share this with you... all of me." She gave one of her tweeting giggles. "And to explore you."

"Uh... okay. I guess I should have clarified what you meant by 'being intimate," Troy admitted.

"Yes. Some colloqueal mistranslations are most amusing. May I ask what this is?" A part of her psychic cloud reached out to a pulsing red orb. She emitted a loud gasp followed by some sharp, thick whistles that sounded like alien swearwords. Troy felt a sort of aftershock of pleasure that told him he'd found the part of his brain that was his lust.

"Ohhhh! I... I didn't know. I'm normally not like that until... well... let's say I will enjoy bonding with you further."

It was a bit of blur for the rest of the night. Meshka was clearly more at home in this psychic plane, but he could reach out and explore the things that drifted closer to him. She explored his memories, reliving them with Troy as if she were always there next to him. She pressed on his emotions like they were buttons, experimentally mixing them up (like pumping his sorrow with lust that hit him like a guilty orgasm). With each of his moans she sighed or grunted a half second after him. His pleasures were hers and vice versa, mingling their minds in a way that both filled him and let him feel as though he were wrapped around her.

Troy woke up wondering if that was what sex on acid worked like. His vision was blurry and he felt weird being back inside a physical body and not being a cloud of sentient thoughts. He started to sit up from bed for a drink, but his legs barely touched the ground before he collapsed. He tumbled right to the floor, dizzied for a moment before he looked at his legs; they were twisted in completely the wrong direction.

"OH my god!" he blurted, grabbing the edge of the bed to push himself back up. He was surprised when his knee joints cracked and slipped around into a sharp but comfortable angle. He blinked at the bizarre legs and started to wonder why everything seemed so dark. He lifted his leg and saw the wide, claw-lined foot at the end of it. He patted his front, feeling his insanely narrow waist and his low-angled breasts with his four arms. He turned and saw what looked just like Troy passed out in the bed, sleeping softly by the looks of him.

"Oh shit. Shit," Troy hissed, but he coughed when the words strained his throat. "Stupid human language," he whistled grumpily, surprised as his throat seemed to tighten naturally to produce the words like Meshka had done when she spoke. He shuddered at his natural echo and tried to shake Troy/Meshka awake. When the body didn’t move, he grabbed his comm pad and alerted the station’s police.

“Well, he’s not dead,” one of the security officers, a muscular orange alien noted as he set down Troy’s body’s arm. “There’s mental activity, but it seems like it’s overloaded.”

Troy overheard them as they were finishing taking questions from him. He couldn't explain it, but they seemed to suspect what was going on rather than accusing him of anything. After all, his brainwaves had checked out on the scanner, and he'd told them who he was despite accidentally slipping into calling the officer "human-kin" a couple times. The area had been taped off, but another alien came marching in past the couple of guards.

"Stand aside, please! Egg keeper coming through! The queen is in need of guidance!" he barked. He was about five feet tall, but wide and stuffed with muscles that bulged in strange spots. He was a squat man with blotchy black and white skin that looked like he was crudely tattooed all over. A short, fat nose with four nostrils of various sizes took up most of his face too the point where it hung just above his wide, thin lips. Troy had seen enough hujaw around to know the look of one.

Once he had reached Troy, three the hujaws nostrils flare as he sniffs the air. "Let me guess... you're the guy that the queen was seeing?" His voice was gritty but smooth and quick, like a man used to doing business and doing it quickly.

"She was a queen?"

"Ah, great. So how was the brain sex?"

"How did... um... pretty great. It just wasn't what I expected as a human-ki..." Troy caught himself slipping into that word again. "Jeez. As a regular guy."

"And how about her?" The splotchy alien pointed at Troy's old body. "She into it?"

"I... like to think so. She said a lot about how intense the emotions were."

"Great. Between her nesting and then some human senses in there, she must be mind-numbing." There wasn't any apparent sarcasm to his voice.

"Is that bad?" Troy asked.

"Nah. Easy fix. She's finding her way back out of your thoughts before she can put her back, so it's a waiting game. Frankly, good work, kid. She must have been way into you. I'm sure she'll have some reward or something when she gets back." The hujaw held out a bulging strong hand. "Vank Teslo, royal egg keeper. I'm the personal aide to the queen here."

"Oh. Thanks?" Troy took a minute to figure out which of his hands to use, clearly fumbling with them before he got one in place. "And when will she be back?"

"Depends. Normally a couple hours, but if she was THAT hot for you... might be a couple months. Year tops."

"Months!? I can't go to work like this!" Troy blurted.

"Then I got good news for ya!" Vank said jovially. "You're coming with me. The Ruex are entering mating season soon and we'll be needing our queen."

"Mating? As in..."

"Weird alien bug sex," Vank said bluntly. "Officers, if you check the files, I think you'll find the ruex are fully authorized to take this young man and his body into our care and return him fully compensated for his time and effort." One of the cops started to type away on their holopad, frowning but not objecting. Troy tried to argue, but when he stepped forward his second knee gave out and he fell forward. Vank was quick to step in the way and catch him.

"Flak! You are like a newborn over here! Come on. Focus on the feet, your highness. Keep your toes straight and the joints will just sort of flop into place themselves. And put these out for cryin' out loud." Troy shifted and flexed his toes, finding the legs stabilizing as he did. While he was busy with that, Vank reached up and took his antennae in his fists, straightening them out with a firm pull.

"OW!" They were sensitive to such yanks, but Troy was surprised when the entire room brightened up. He curiously flexed his broad forehead, and saw the light in the room change as he shifted each one. Even the color altered a little... as if he were working the antenna on a tv.

"Ruex eyesight is awful. Their underground life made antenna better than vision on their homeworld," Vank explained. "You got a lot to learn, your highness, and a lot to do, so let's get moving."

"You keep calling me that," Troy mentioned as he slowly got used to his new sense of sight and balance. "Am I seriously...?"

"Yup." Vank didn't seem to wait for full questions when he didn't have to. "The queen is the female of the hive that can bear the most eggs. Even if you're a displaced human, you are technically the queen. Now come on. Your people await."

The officers confirmed that Troy didn't have much say in the matter. The ruex labeled their nobility by fertility, and being inside that body meant they had every right to claim him within the delicate balance that was intergalactic law. It was like reverse diplomatic immunity. Some more of the androgynous ruex arrived to gurney his body back to their mothership. Vank led Troy back on his slowly adapting legs, and when they arrived at the ship there were a few dozen ruex waiting by the warp platform that instantly bowed.

"Among your duties..." Vank explained in a low voice. It seemed like he was doing it to be polite rather than any actual secrecy, since he'd explained it quite clearly to the ones escorting Troy's body. "The ruex expect their queen to administer some orders when she returns to the hive."

"Like what?"

"Honestly? Busywork. Maybe a declaration. They like to know you're decisive more than you are smart."

Well that was assuring. "Uh... hmm... okay. Have someone check on the security systems." A pair of them instantly broke off and warped onto the ship. "Annnnnd... you two. Run some laps around the station. A healthy soldier is a happy soldier. And rest of you... good work. Help yourself to any extra rations from the food supply." The ruex all promptly and neatly shuffled off to fulfill their duties with a quick pounding together of their lower pair of hands' knuckles. Apparently the ruex salute.

Troy was lead back to his room by Vank, passing by a lot of ruex and a smaller number of hujaw along the way. The two races seemed to be pretty tightly knit in a way he'd have to ask about later. All along the way, the ruex that she assumed to be male clattered by on their crooked grasshopper legs, all saluting with their fists or nodding in respect. They all made way for him, but he was surprised at just how many of the "drones" just... felt him. Some of them groped his breast while others caressed his thorax rather casually as he went by. One brushed their antenae across his, but the most bold of them rubbed his shoulder against Troy's. He got a few seconds of this in before Vank shoved him away firmly. "Come on! Queen Troy's got business."

They finally got to his room, which was as huge and lavish as could be expected. There were seats with pillows bigger than he was, a bed that looked like you could go swimming in the softness, and a huge bowl of nuts, berries, and snacks of all sorts in case he felt like something else. Something gurgled in his lower body as he went over to pick out a couple of pretzels.

"Could I get something a little more filling?" Troy asked before slipping the pretzels into his mouth and feeling the leathery tongue easily crush up the food.

"At once, your highness." Vank gestured to a patiently waiting drone that went off without a word.

"Also... what was the rubbing back there? With the guys in the hall." Troy carefully shifted his legs around to plop his thorax into what seemed to be a large cushy lawn chair. A holographic display of several things popped up in front of him when he did.

"Those are your suitors," Vank explained. "They're making offers to see if their presence appeals to you. If they do, they'll become your first mate... in a literal sense, that is. They'll be the one to fertilize your eggs and pass on their genes to the next wave of ruex while the rest remain sterile and forgotten. That's why the older ones are going to be your handmaidens here." He gestured to the few more expressionless ruex servants around the room, each in slightly more colorful and revealing robes. "They're like beta females. Useless to the hive and lower level laborers. You, though! You've got the pleasure of your pick of the whole colony."

"But... what if I'm not attracted to them? If their scents don't work on me?"

"Well when the full mating season kicks in, I'll be surprised if you do. But if you keep them waiting too long and don't pick your prince... well, they'll think you don't get the message. They'll decide to get more aggressive about it. So trust me... you'll want to pick one."

Vank looked up as the chamber door opened again, a sizzling pile of blue meat on a platter beside some red-brown gel like a giant lump of dark honey. Troy's antennae twitched eagerly, and he felt a warm tingle run down his body. It smelled delicious to his new senses, and they could feel the heat from the meat from here. "Ooh. What's all that?" he pried.

"It's ruex meat," Vank explained simply. "Their numbers are great enough that cannibalism was the smartest thing for them to do for a while. It's more of a delicacy now, but only the best for the queen." Troy's antenna drooped, suddenly less excited. "And that's royal jelly. It'll help get your body good and ready for the breeding season. Makes for good healthy eggs when they finally come squishing out of ya." Vank gave Troy a pat on his lower set of shoulders before letting the server set the table in front of him. "Trust me. You'll do great."