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After some difficulty, the teleport finally grabs Vila, Cally, and Blake from the surface. Something about radiation or whatever nonsense they’ve run into was interfering. Avon just barely is able to pull all three of them up. Gan and Avon stare as they finally appear.
Of course, when Vila looks around, he notices something rather strange. Yes. He appears to be a bit taller than usual. He looks over to see Cally on one side and himself on the other. That isn’t normal.
“Oh my,” comes from his own mouth, but he hadn’t said that. The sound is correct, but the accent is all wrong. So someone else is in his body.
“Avon, get Orac here right now,” Cally demands in a tone she has never used before with Avon. Blake, on the other hand. And now she was glaring as if she was several inches taller. Vila puts the dots together right then. It wasn’t just Blake and himself that were switched. Vila looks back at his own body. He sees himself trying to stifle a laugh. Cally is not quite where she’s supposed to be either.
Avon just stares in confusion, before laughing. “This isn’t funny, Avon.”
Vila can’t help himself. “It’s a little funny.”
Blake glaring in Cally’s body is more terrifying than he expected. And way more attractive than it should be.
~
“Fascinating. Simply fascinating,” Orac’s voice rings out. “It seems that due to the radiation interference, the teleport mismatched the bodies and the minds.”
Cally sighs, reaching for hair she no longer has. Vila finds it so strange to see his body standing so straight. “Are we trapped this way?” she asks.
“For now.” Orac answers. “Give me time. I must look into this. Leave me to do my research.”
“Can you give us an estimate as to how long this is going to take Orac?” Blake asks, face pinched.
“No. This is an extremely complicated problem that will…”
Avon is the one to pull the key out. “Face it Blake. You’re going to have to live this way for now.” He seems to be enjoying looking down at Blake. The height doesn’t seem to make him less intimidating.
“It’s not all bad.” Jenna says, being surprisingly quiet through this whole thing. “Now we can finally see eye to eye.” Jenna smirks while Cally laughs. Her laugh doesn’t fit in his body, but she still somehow makes it work.
Blake storms off, walking in a much clumsy manner, unused to such a small body.
“Should we really make a joke of this?” Gan asks.
“This is the most entertainment I’ve had in a long time.” Jenna says.
Avon is looking up at Vila. “You haven’t said much.”
“I need to check my uh, equipment, before I can make a judgment.”
Jenna’s face twists. “Really Vila. That’s your first thought?”
“Why not?” Isn’t that what anyone would do?
“He will have to see it anyway,” Avon answers.
“He doesn’t have to be excited about it,” Jenna says.
He notices Cally giving him a very odd look.
~
Despite not being in his own body, Blake continues to push on head first into danger. Vila continues to feel ill despite not really craving alcohol in this new situation. He’s certain Blake would kill him if he began drinking with reckless abandon in his borrowed body.
It helps that Cally seems to wear his body well, as if the change didn’t bother her at all.
It also doesn’t stop Avon from growling at what he perceives as Blake’s stupid decisions, which doesn’t help Blake’s mood. It’s foul really, causing him to shout at everyone.
He stands tense, as if waiting for something to go wrong. And Orac is double unhelpful, still researching this condition but finding no solution.
Vila wants to sleep with Blake more than ever.
~
Vila stumbles around in his room, still not used to the new weight and centre of gravity. He’s already looked at the ‘goods’ on the first day and one thought that ran through his mind was good lord no wonder Blake walks around like that. On the second day, he gave it a spin. He likes the feel and weight of it, but based on the speed he finished, he was certain Blake hadn’t touched it in some time.
The next thought was no wonder Blake was so stuck up if he wasn’t using it. He can just tell that Blake is tense just by the body pains he’s feeling. Maybe if he let someone fuck him, he would relax more.
He hears a chime, letting him know someone was outside. “Come in.” It’s Cally, but seeing himself standing there is still unnerving. “Hey, uh, Cally. Need something?”
She shakes her, well his, head. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m just curious about something.”
Vila looks down at her. “If it’s about having to see me naked, I’m not bothered. Better you than Avon or Jenna.”
“Do you happen to find Blake attractive in my body?”
She could’ve been talking about the weather. Or something else he’s not interested in. “I, I… well.” Vila finds himself squeaking out some random words. “Look, you’re very attractive.”
“No. That’s not what I asked.”
Oh… “Oh.” Vila flushes. “I can explain.”
“No need. This is an opportunity to finally make Blake relax.”
Okay, what? “How?”
“Well, who knows how to have sex with my body better than me? Come.” Cally grabs him, pulling towards Blake’s quarters. She doesn’t give him enough time to figure out what just happened.
~
They find Blake trying to write with his right hand, but failing. Cally’s right hand wasn’t as developed as her left. He’s startled when they both crash in on him. His boots have been removed for comfort.
“Cally, Vila. I apologise for my earlier outburst. I have to rearrange several plans, including a meeting I had set up for later this week.” He stands, throwing down his stylus. “I just don’t even know where to begin.”
“Blake,” Cally looks at Vila, then back at her mirror imagine, “I believe we should take this opportunity to stop. Relax. It’s has been one crisis after another. I think we should just stop for a moment, recover.”
It’s a familiar frown. The man is trapped in the wrong body and still doesn’t want to stop. “Look, can you imagine me pretending to be you, even for a moment.”
“What did you have in mind?” Blake asks, somewhat reluctant.
Cally pulls Blake closer. “Just tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” She then starts kissing him on the lips. And Blake, he’s not really pushing her away. Cally pulls away, leaving a flushed looking Blake.
Now Vila was jealous of his own body. “Well, how does your body work Cally?”
Cally grins. “Glad you asked Vila.” She goes for the zipper on his outfit that Blake hadn’t removed yet, slowly rubbing along his waist before reaching the back. Blake is still flushed, biting one of ‘his’ knuckles. “Blake, be a dear and get the belt.”
He does so quickly, more eager than Vila thought he would be. The belt just falls away. “Is this going to be just a demonstration, or are you both going to join in?” Blake asks, giving Vila an extreme amount of eye contact as Cally slowly unzips her back. The outfit falls away, leaving Blake in nothing but tights. Vila is appreciating the sight.
Vila suddenly feels overdressed. “Vila.” Cally calls to his attention. “Please, remove your clothes as well. I can work Blake over while you’re busy.”
She pulls Blake back towards his bed. He watches for a moment as Cally dips her head between Blake’s legs, causing him to gasp. “Cally.” He whispers.
Cally laughs in between his thighs. “Hurry Vila, he’s waiting for you to join the lesson in Auronar sex.”
Blake gasps even before she continues licking him.
Oh. She’s cheating. She’s still able to send thoughts. But Blake is… And then all thought leaves his mind as Blake moans again. Vila now starts ripping his own clothes off with reckless abandon. He hopes Blake will forgive him for tearing his favourite shirt.
He walks up to Cally and Blake, waiting for her next instruction. She smiles up at him. “Took you long enough.” She examines him, lifting his new penis. “My Blake, that’s some instrument you have. Let's see if Vila knows how to use it.”
“Probably better than me.” Blake jokes. His face is flushed. He looks beautiful this way.
Cally opens Blake's legs, using her finger to poke around. “As you can see, it’s almost the same as human anatomy, with a few minor differences.” She touches a double bump. Blake bites the back of his hand to stop himself from moaning. “We have a double clit.”
“Do your men have penises?”
She laughs. “No, but that would be something. We just all have clits and prostates.” That is interesting. She then fingers into Blake, who tosses his head back. “This is where we’re going to fuck him into oblivion.”
Vila never heard her talk like this before. This is the first time he’s ever felt like he was attractive. “I’m not, uh, too big like this.”
“Not at all.” She answers. “Watch.” Then her hand disappears into Blake’s vagina. “You’ll be perfect.” She removes her hand. “I have him nice and ready for you.”
“What about you?”
“Yes. We need to prepare you first.” Vila is really turned on right now. “Blake, lie back on the bed. Vila, you start kissing Blake; make him feel special while I take care of you.”
Blake’s long hair fans out as he lays back on the pillow. Vila climbs on top, and Blake laughs, looking up at him. “What?” Vila asks stupidly.
“I never thought I would have sex with myself. At least, not like this.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Thank you for this.”
“The ego boost?”
Blake laughs again. “No. For making me feel good. Both of you.”
Vila grins, then begins to kiss Blake’s breast, much to his delight. He jumps when he feels Cally insert a finger. “Thanks for the warning.” he mumbles into Blake’s chest.
‘You like it better this way.’ Cally sends. She’s right, but he’s not ready to unpack that.
“Vila.” Blake whispers.
Vila understands, his lips finally meeting Blake’s. And it’s… it’s really nice. It’s been a while for both of them. He’s sure of it. He gasps as Cally adds another finger in. It feels so good. He doesn’t even question how she knows how to do this.
He starts to nibble along Blake’s neck, causing him to give a breathy laugh. Cally is slowly working him open. “Careful Cally,” he mumbles, “if you do that too well I’ll finish too early.”
She shoves one more finger in roughly. He groans into Blake’s neck. “Sorry.” Blake looks a bit sad. “I don’t remember the last time my body has had sex.”
“It’s okay.”
‘Vila,’ Cally says, ‘I believe you’re ready, now don’t disappoint Blake. I'm sure he really needs this.’
Vila lifts Blake’s hips, slowly working his way in. Once he settles in, he waits for Cally. He’s not disappointed, feeling her work her way in.
Cally starts to move, causing him to do the same, pushing farther into Blake. Blake groans. “Faster.” He demands, and Cally obliges. Together, they’re both fucking deep into Blake.
Vila is embarrassed for not lasting very long, coming deep into Blake’s current body. Cally hasn’t finished yet. Neither has Blake. ‘It’s okay.’ Cally reassures him. ‘You were working from both ways.’
Cally pulls out, giving Vila an empty feeling. ‘Just sit back and let me finish him.’ Vila pulls out, causing Blake to breathe out. Vila is honestly tired, and watching would be nice for later. He really doesn’t know how Blake uses this body.
He sits back in a nearby chair and watches as Blake wraps his legs around Cally. He watches as Cally slam into Blake, pulling his hair back. He scratches at Cally’s back, Vila seeing red marks run down his own back. Blake is shouting Cally’s name while she smirks, clearly communicating within Blake’s own head.
If he could, he would rub another one out, but unfortunately, he’s certain he’s done for now.
Suddenly, Blake shouts, causing Cally to groan. She stays put, both of them breathing heavy. She kisses Blake's neck one more time. “Feel better yet?” Cally whispers out loud, then licks along his shoulder.
“Yes.” Blake whispers back. It’s the hottest yes Vila has ever heard.
Cally is sweet, running a hand through Blake’s hair as he continues to try and catch his breath. She finally pulls out and Blake goes boneless. She leaves the bed, kissing Vila on the cheek. “I’m going to borrow the shower. He’s going to lie like that for a bit.” She looks at Blake then goes back to Vila. ‘You can join me.’
This is how he ended up receiving a blowjob from Cally using his own mouth.
Cally helps Blake take a shower later, Blake giving Cally the same treatment she gave Vila.
They all rest in the same bed that night despite the lack of space.
~
It’s two days later and they are all still trapped in the wrong bodies. If Vila didn’t know better, he would think Orac was delaying the solution on purpose. Still, he finds himself wandering to Blake’s quarters. He wasn’t on the flight deck, which is unusual. He finds Blake in his quarters, humming. It’s almost as frightening as Avon smiling. Or Avon laughing. Or Avon in general.
Vila notices that he’s surrounded by circuits and such. “Blake?”
Blake jumps before smiling. It’s still strange to see Blake’s smile on Cally’s face. “Hello Vila, welcome. Come in.”
“What are you working on?”
“Oh this? A backup communication device, so when we lose our bracelets we can still contact each other. Just trying to figure out how to make it smaller than the bracelets.”
“Why not have Avon do it?”
He laughs. “He’s working on the software for it right now. I just need to build it. Besides, I’ve spent so long destroying things, it’s nice to actually build something for a change. And Cally’s hands are perfect for this more delicate work.”
“I bet they are.”
“Really, Vila.”
“You say that like I didn’t have dick in you a couple of days ago.” Blake’s face lets him know he’s not impressed with Vila at the moment. “Sorry. That was…”
“It’s alright.” Blake goes back to his work, ignoring Vila. That just won’t do.
“Say, what do you say we go in for a repeat performance, teach this body of yours some stamina.”
“Get out, Vila.”
“What, what did I say?”
Vila jumps as a new voice joins them. “Crass as always I see.” Avon. Of course. He pushes past Vila. “I finished that software you wanted. How’s the prototype going?”
Suddenly it’s like he doesn’t exist. Blake is smiling, showing off his tiny stupid chip or whatever. Vila storms off to Cally, wanting to vent to, well, someone. “Cally, are you in there?”
“Just a moment.” She opens the door. “Is something wrong?” It makes him miss his body seeing her standing in it with just a robe.
“Do you think Blake is growing too comfortable with your body?”
Cally looks on with confusion. “No. He’s just never really cared about such things. If this is permanent, he’ll deal with it. We all will.” Then she pauses, frowning. “What did you do, Vila?”
“I may have, well, I offered to have sex with him again. He wasn’t doing anything important, but then Avon walks in and suddenly I’m nothing.”
She sighs. “You’re being silly, Vila. What we did was for fun.”
“Yeah. And I liked it. But I don’t get to do things I like often do I? No. I just have to hope that the mood strikes one of you.”
Cally stands with pursed lips. Great, foot in his mouth and all that. Or however that old saying goes. “Come here, Vila.”
“What are we…”
“Hush. You’re going to do what you're told.” Oh… Okay. He can work with this. “Take off your clothes and lie back on the bed. We’ll teach you that stamina that you’re longing for.”
“How did you…” Oh. “You can read Blake’s mind while he’s in your body. How does that even work?”
She then proceeds to fuck him deep into her bed. Multiple times. And he can’t help but be a little smitten, even if this is just clinical for her.
~
Yet another couple of days pass, and despite having had more sex in this past week than he’s had in years, Vila can’t help but feel like he’s missing something. Then he notices Avon or Jenna leaning a little too close to Blake, or Gan and Cally talking amongst themselves, and he feels a bit lonely.
He misses his body very much right now. He wants to drink so badly, but then he looks at Blake who's stuck to Cally’s terrible diet despite hating every second of it.
Blake’s body just doesn’t suit him. He’s too large. It was a blessing at first, but now he misses being able to hide a bit better. He can’t use his tools the way he’s used to.
In all honesty, he thinks that the only thing Blake can do with this thing is have sex. Which is crazy since he wasn’t using it for that at all.
“Vila, come here.” Avon’s voice rings out, like he’s some sort of pet.
Of course he complies. “Yes?”
Avon holds up a simple round device. “We’re going to test this, and who better than someone who thinks like an animal.” He’s giving one of his more frightening smiles.
“You know, I think you were actually trying to be hurtful with that comment.”
“Maybe I was. Go to the other side of the ship.”
Vila can’t help himself of course. He gets it now. “You’re jealous.”
“Of what, an idiot?”
“I got to him first.” Vila laughs. It makes the pain of the last week or so go away immediately. “You know it doesn’t count, right? He’s in the wrong body.”
If eyes could burn through bodies, Vila would be dead at least three times over. “And he thought you wanted to be useful. Go to the other side of the ship before I show you how ‘jealous’ I am.”
Of course Vila laughs as the device works perfectly. The joy in Blake’s voice is something to behold.
He walks back on to the deck just as Orac chirps to life. “I believe I may have found a solution, but it could easily go wrong.”
“Please Orac,” Vila begs. “We would very much like to go back to normal.”
~
Being back in his own body is such a relief that the first thing Vila does is shower. He never knew he could miss it.
He goes to Cally’s quarters first. “Thank you for taking care of my body.”
Cally smiles. “Anytime, but why are you here?”
“Well, I was thinking we could go celebrate with Blake.”
She laughs. “I’m actually a bit busy right now.”
“With what?” He looks in and finds Jenna, with nothing but a robe. Gan is lying back in bed. Oh. “I’ll see you later.”
He goes to Blake’s quarters afterwards. He opens the door and stops himself. Avon is already there. Blake looks at him, his smile not fading. Vila really doesn’t know why he’s here now. “Vila, come in. We were wondering if you needed anything for your kit.”
“He’s on an engineering kick.”
“You like it.” Flirting. Great. Just what he needed.
“I was just leaving anyway. We’ll speak later, Blake.” Avon gives him a stony look as he leaves.
Vila stops him as he’s going out the door. He whispers, “You can stay too, if he’s amenable.”
“I don’t share with imbeciles,” he hisses back.
“Which one of us are you talking about?” Avon glares before storming off.
Blake shakes his head, not showing any indication he heard the exchange between himself and Avon. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand that man.” He gestures for Vila to walk in completely. “Come, come. I’m just finished.”
“Happy to be back in your body?”
“Yes. There were some advantages to Cally’s body, but it’s nice to be home.”
“I was wondering, if um…” He feels the words fail him. Vila thought that seeing Blake in his true body might put his desire to rest. But no. He wants to fuck him over that stupid desk now. “Would you like to celebrate together?”
“I see. Are you sure? I understand when I look like Cally, but…”
Vila shuts him up with a kiss. It’s different from last time. Just as shy, but the shape is odd. He pulls back. “Bed?”
“Yes.” Blake towers over him for only a moment.
“Wait.” Vila grabs him by the belt. “We need to remove this first.”
Blake smiles, snapping his belt off with ease. His clothes fall away and Vila feels out of his depth. “Which way would you prefer me?”
Ah yes. The logistics. It would be better if Blake was face down, but Vila, he wants to look at him. He’s also surprised that he isn’t suggesting that Vila take that monster he keeps between his legs. “Lie back. Extra pillows.”
“You want to see me.”
“I did before. In front of a mirror a few times, too.” Blake laughs, removing his shirt and lying back on the bed. This is somehow much better than the soft body Blake had occupied last time.
Vila throws his own clothes to the side, not giving a damn where they land. He had thighs he needed to chew on.
And that’s the first thing he latches onto, rubbing Blake’s penis in the process. Yeah. It’s a view he could get used to. “Vila,” Blake whines out. Vila grins. They still needed to work on his stamina, but he’s doing better.
“Let me get you ready.” In no time, he’s fingering Blake. He’s now biting along Blake’s belly, causing Blake to laugh. He feels Blake tighten around his finger as he laughs. “Relax.”
“I’m trying.” With a sigh he loosens up around Vila. “You have nice fingers.”
“Thanks. They’re good at opening things.” Blake laughs. Vila adds another finger, causing Blake to gasp. Vila feels him loosen up just a bit. “That’s better. You’re very beautiful.”
“Very funny, Vila.”
Vila twists his fingers a bit. Blake gasps again. “None of that. If I say you’re beautiful, you are.” He adds another finger.
“Vila…”
“Almost there.”
“Any longer and I won’t last.”
Vila smirks. “Don’t worry about that.” He plays around for a little longer before leaving Blake empty. “I think that might be enough.” Vila rubs himself and slowly enters Blake.
Vila relishes the warmth that surrounds him. He grabs Blake’s outer thigh, pushing further in as he pushes down on his pelvis.
He’s in bliss. “Vila, faster.” Vila grins, complying. Blake doesn’t last long, his head tilting back as he comes from Vila fucking him. It’s a sight to behold.
Vila works harder, chasing his own high. When he finally finishes, he pulls out with a sigh. He’s breathing hard.
Blake pulls him close, placing kisses along his chin and neck. Vila laughs. This is absurd. “Thank you.” Blake whispers.
Blake is lying back, smiling at him. Vila returns the favour, kissing along Blake’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.”
Vila has a stray thought. “You think if we make a mould of it,” he points to Blake’s flaccid dick, “I could practice with it?” Blake laughs hysterically. “What? I think it’s a bit unfair that I can’t ride it like a, well, like a dick.”
“You’re ridiculous sometimes.”
“Only in company.”
They both share the bed that night. If Avon gives him the stink eye the next day, Vila doesn’t give a damn.