It was less than a half-hour later that Maggie and Ariel began to feel the first effects of the diluted vapor they had breathed.
Maggie felt suddenly uncomfortable in her jumpsuit. She tugged at it, pulled and yanked it, and finally elected to begin stripping it off. Ariel might have said something, had she not felt the same urges to be naked.
“Something’s wrong,” Ariel said, though her body language made no effort to the contrary as she peeled away her own clothing. “This…isn’t…”
“Natural?” Maggie said with a smile. “Yes, Ariel, it is.” She felt woozy, giddy, but she didn’t care. As she rose from her chair, lightheadedness propelled her down. Ariel leaned forward to catch her, succeeding only in catching her face against her bare breast. Maggie instinctively sought out her nipple and suckled, drawing gasps of pleasure from Ariel.
Neither was sure who made the first move, but as they breathed in more of the vapor-laden air, rational thoughts gave way to passion, and Maggie ended up with her mouth in Ariel’s neatly-trimmed crotch.
Maggie looked up at her sudden lover. “Ugh! You need to shave, Ariel.”
She wasn’t sure what her complaint was about, as her pubic patch was always kept neatly trimmed. Suddenly, even that looked messy, ungainly. So did Maggie’s crotch, and she realized she’d look much better without hair of any kind.
They got the idea at the same time, and ran quickly to the ship’s restroom facilities. After they rummaged through the closets and found every razor, scissor, cream, and depilatory they could, they set about their task…
“Lemonpie! Strawberrycake! Acknowledge!”
Robin slammed her fist on the control panel. She’d been unable to raise the Aphrodite for five minutes now, after Maggie and Ariel had failed to check in.
“Do you want me to investigate?” Beth asked nervously.
Robin hesitated. “Something’s wrong. Either the snakewoman escaped, or that autopsy Ariel was performing had gone awry.
“Make sure the prisoner is secure,” Robin told her, “then we’re both going in.”
“You’re…you’re beautiful,” Maggie said, admiring the job she’d done on Ariel.
“You are, too.” They shared the full-length mirror, seeing themselves with no body hair whatsoever: pubic, arm, eyebrows, scalp, all of it was smooth and bare.
“You’d be more beautiful with scales than skin,” Ariel added, stroking her fingers down to Maggie’s bare slit.
“A tail…fangs…claws…yes…” she moaned, returning the attention to Ariel’s moist passage.
During their shaving time, the vapor had continued its work on them, instilling in them the telepathic empathy shared among the Martian snakewomen. They now considered them kin, despite their physical differences. Physical differences, however, could easily be amended.
“We must free our sister,” they said simultaneously, walking in sinewy motions toward the cryo-stasis chamber.
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