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"So what is so important?" Richard said, almost testily, as he and Marcella stood in the Growth Processing Room.
Marcella was about to tell him to be patient when suddenly everything began spinning around her. She was pretty sure that PLATO was taking them into one of his realities, but it had never been like this before. Then her eyes cleared.
They were on her favorite tidal island. She could see the blue sky and the puffy white clouds and the gray-blue ocean. The sand was pale– almost white– and the sun was warm on her back and arms. She looked down at the large beach blanket and yelped loudly. She was looking down at herself, lying naked on the blanket.
Her yelp sounded odd... too deep for her voice. She held up her hands and almost yelped again. Her arms bore a thin, light brown covering of hair. She looked further down at her body and this time yelped very loudly... Is it a yelp when it is almost a bass voice? The yelp was caused by the sight of a penis at about half-mast sticking out from "her" body.
"Is it masturbation if I am making love to myself?" she thought as she lowered herself to the blanket. Richard... Marcella?.. whatever... the female on the blanket looked very confused, but the confusion faded– or was perhaps overwhelmed– when she... he... the male began kissing the female and running his hands all over her body.
The male was surprised by the feeling of urgency he felt as he rubbed against the female. Normally Marcella wanted things to go very slowly, but now she wanted things to move quickly on to the next stage.
Richard, who was now the female, was very confused. He had never felt such deep, overwhelming feelings before. There were feeling he couldn’t even describe. He needed something to join with him. He needed something inside of himself. And there was this need for overwhelming sensations. As powerful as the feelings were from the hands that touched him, the female needed more. She twisted so that she was laying across the male’s legs and pushed her ass upward into the air.
Marcella, trying to cope with the testosterone-driven thoughts which raced through her body, watched as the female turned across her lap and thrust her ass up into the air. She knew what was driving that action. Richard never seemed to catch on, but she needed to be spanked. It wasn’t so much that she needed pain, but rather that she needed even more intense sensations. At this point, those sensations could be pain or pleasure, it didn’t matter, her body would interpret them as intense pleasure.
The male pulled the female closer to his chest and began smacking her upturned bottom. At first, she yelped with each strike, but then the yelps became lower pitched and slowly morphed into loud, long moans. After perhaps a dozen– or maybe two dozen– loud smacks, the female suddenly twisted over onto her back and slid to the blanket. With her knees up and opened wide she groaned, "Now... take me now!"
The male quickly lowered himself between the female’s legs and pushed into her dripping cunt. He had felt no real pleasure in spanking her, though the reddening of her ass had given him an almost animalistic rush of lust. He tried to make everything last, but after only a minute or two there was a sudden tightening of his balls and he suddenly erupted into the female’s cunt.
Marcella had– obviously– never felt a male orgasm before. For her, an orgasm was always a gathering storm that eventually peaked and then slowly subsided. What she had just experienced was a rapidly rising storm and... one giant strike of lightning. Then, just like a flash of lightning, it was all gone. The thunder hadn’t even rumbled into silence before the male was feeling the need to move... to change position... to prepare for flight or defense against possible attack.
Richard had also never felt a female orgasm. Nor had he understood her desire– need– for an occasional spanking... and talk of perhaps more than that. He lay on the blanket not wanting to move... wanting to stay in the glow of the moment... wanting the male to hold her tightly in his arms.
After a few minutes, Plato spoke. He was standing over the couple still on the tidal island. "I think this would be easier," he began, "if everyone were back where they are most comfortable."
There was a short period of spinning and Marcella was once again looking up at Richard... and Plato.
"I thought that you would each profit from knowing a little bit of how the other thinks... and feels," he said slowly. "I know that I have gained much by absorbing some of how Marcella thinks."
He looked thoughtful and then said, "I know that you– pointing to Marcella– are not all women, and you– pointing to Richard– are not all men, but the overall pattern of your thoughts corresponds to the median group of how each sex thinks."
"So what is next?" Richard said.
"I’m not sure," Plato replied. "Harvesting cells from Marcella has given me an idea, but I need to think about it for a while. In the meantime, you two had best get dressed. One of the techs has returned for some reason and is requesting entrance."
Marcella and Richard immediately found themselves standing in the sandbox at the back of the growth lab. The door buzzer was sounding and a voice– it sounded like Loretta– was saying, "Marcella? Can you hear me?"
Marcella hurried to her console and answered the intercom. "Please show your ID, Loretta. The system has to record your ID before I buzz you in."
"Stupid computers," Loretta replied as she held up her ID. "I just need to see if I left my phone at my workstation."
The door buzzed and Loretta rushed in and went directly to her workstation. Her phone was sitting almost upright on the desk partially held up by the keypad as if Loretta had set it down for just a second and then forgotten it. "That’s odd," she said as she picked up her phone, "the battery is dead."
"Maybe it was searching for wifi and couldn’t connect to anything," Richard said. "This is a shielded room after all."
"Yeah," Loretta answered, looking at the black screen. Then she brightened slightly and smiled at Marcella. "Thanks for buzzing me in," she said quickly as she hurried back out the doors.
Once she was gone, PLATO spoke from Marcella’s console."Keep your eye on her," he said slowly. Richard and Marcella turned to look at the monitor as PLATO continued, "She left her phone propped up with the video camera running." His voice became almost chipper as he added, "I permanently deleted the video before I drained the battery, but she is up to something."
"Should I fire her?" Richard said. His face, but not his voice, showing his anger.
"Keep your friends close," PLATO replied and Richard finished for him, "but keep your enemies closer."
Marcella shook her head and said, "Two of a kind."
"The cleaning crews will soon be here," Richard said, "so I will be going on home." He turned to Marcella and said, "I think you and I need to talk about what happened tonight."
"I’m glad you took my advice and moved in together," PLATO said quietly.
"Yeah," Marcella replied, "it seems someone notified my landlord that I would be moving."
A strange sort of chuckle came from the speakers. "One does what one can for love," PLATO said. The buzzer sounded. He switched to his mechanical voice and said, "Cleaning crew requesting entrance."
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