Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale

"I trust that there is an explanation for this," he said, with more calm than he was feeling -- or was it "she"?

"Indeed. But it can wait. You said you were hungry. Let's get you something to eat and I'll explain."

Al took the hand offered and the assistance in standing that went with it. He was clad in some sort of gown. When he looked down, he saw that the top of the gown bulged out pleasantly with what *had* to be a set of womanly breasts (nice ones too -- not too big or too small) whose nipples poked out the nearly transparent fabric deliciously. He smiled. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think at this point, we'll start calling him "she" just to keep the genders from getting too confused, and because typing "she/he" all the time is a real pain in the ass.)

"What should I call you?"

"You can call me Betty -- can I call you ... Al?"

"Hmmm...Maybe you should call me Ali, instead?"

"Ali it is then."

Ali, as we can now call the human formerly known as Al Fresco, followed her new friend, Betty, through a maze of corridors. Ali did not know that she was on a star ship, now far away from Earth. She would know that in time.

Soon, they came to a door which swooshed open as they approached ("just like on Star Trek," Ali thought, laughing to herself) revealing a room with tables prepared and food set out. Betty told her which things were OK for her to eat and which she should avoid. Soon, Ali was enjoying the food, and Betty was explaining about the Polymorphs and what they had done to intervene in the sad life of Al Fresco.

Tears began to form in Ali's eyes as the tale was told. They were tears of gratitude and joy.

"I feel like I've been released from prison -- like I was about to be executed and the governor called to pardon me or something," Ali sobbed. Betty put her arm around Ali's shoulders and hugged her.

"You have been released from prison, dear Ali," Betty whispered. "And now that you're free, I'm going to teach you what that means," she added, smiling into Ali's tear stained face.