Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale

"Ali," Betty said, "This is Ronald. He will take care of your needs for as long as you like. Ronald, pay your respects to Ali -- she is your mistress for the evening."

Ronald said nothing, but walked to Ali and knelt in front of her, kissing her feet.

Ali was speechless. Betty was grinning from ear to ear. "Ali," she said, "Ronald is one of our slaves. The lesser races on our planet -- those who are not polymorphs -- serve us and we take care of them, making sure that they are properly fed, educated, and protected. If not for us, some other space faring race would have conquered them by now. Genetically, they are programmed to be lovers, not fighters. Ronald has been trained since puberty in the ways of giving pleasure to a polymorph. He will be yours for the night. Oh, and one more thing -- we do not practice any of the degrading forms of slavery found on your planet. Ronald will serve you, but he does so because that is his nature. He is not your equal, and understands his position, but he is a sentient being and I am giving him to you not only for your use, but for your care as well. Do you understand?"

"I think so, Betty. This is all so new to me," Ali replied.

"Ronald can explain things to you if you have questions. Have fun!"

Betty kissed Ali lightly on the cheek, smiled once at Ronald, and then swept out of the room. As the door whooshed shut, Ronald stood up and faced his new Mistress.

"It has been explained to me that you are new to this form, and may need help understanding how your new body works. Is this correct?" Ronald's rich masculine voice washed over Ali's senses like a powerful aphrodisiac. It took her a moment to reply.

"Yes, I guess that's true. I mean, one minute I was on earth and very unhappy, and the next thing I know, I'm in outer space and have a whole new body and mental outlook. It's pretty overwhelming. One thing I know though," Ali said.