Title: Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder 1/?
Author: McParrot
Torchwood Team and OCs
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating NC 17 for story overall (no sex this part)
Warning: not really - genderswap
Summary: Last time Ianto was a woman he was a gorgeous woman. This time he's just himself but female.
A/N This grew out of this prompt on the Touchyerwood Kink Meme - sex while heavily pregnant, bonus points if Ianto's the pregnant one. (so MPreg but if you want to genderbend one of them that's okay too.) So I did, genderbend and make Ianto pregnant and they had sex here
Then the story (ie the plot) kept going around in my head and I started from the beginning. I am not sure how far I'm gonna go. I don't do kid fic - I just don't, but - who knows? I don't.
A/N 2: I don't write fanfic much anymore as I'm writing my original novel. I still read heaps of other people's stories though. That said, I've written a few porny things for the Touchyerwood Meme (not deanonning them all yet though) and I am still intending to finish up the story that comes between Weta and Family History. Harry and her mate CJ have once again coerced me into a collaborative story. Last time we go Happy December Jack. Be afraid, be very afraid.
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'Have you found it yet?' Jack's voice asked tersely.
Ianto grinned. 'I've got four possibles so far,' he replied cheerfully, checking the basket he was carrying. He looked like he was on an easter egg hunt with four roughly ball shaped objects nestled into straw to stop them bumping against each other. 'But as usual things have been so cocked up on the filing system you're lucky I can find anything. There are at least another four round things I know of down here that might be the Xaxatas' missing Orb. I'll find them much quicker if everyone would just shut up and let me get on with it.' He made his way between the shelves moving deeper into the infrequently visited back rooms of the archives. 'Of course,' he commented, 'if it had had the maker's name stencilled on it, I could have simply filed it under "X" and then when it's owner turned up looking for it we could have handed it back straight away.'
'Have you tried looking under "Z"?' Gwen suggested helpfully.
'Yes actually. Thanks.'
'I mean, Xaxatas does sound like it could be spelt with a "Z".'
'Or "S",' Owen suggested. 'What about "C"? It sounds like a cat sicking up.'
Ianto rolled his eyes even though no one could see him. 'I have here an object labelled as a Thringos Sex Toy,' he told them. He used tongs to pick it up and nestle it into his basket. 'I don't know what a Thringos is but if it has sex with this thing, which by the way looks like a perfectly spherical hedgehog, well I don't want to be joining in.'
The next object was also labelled as a sex toy and was only two places further down. 'Oh look, a Thryasilid sex toy. Jack you labelled all these didn't you?' He picked up the dull metal ball as he heard various snorts over the com. 'You know this one does look like you'd call it an orb. It's kinda pretty. If you polished it. It's got multi faceted sides and hang on…' He turned it around slowly looking at it in the dim light. 'This looks like it matches one I've already got.' He reached into the basket and picked up the second potential orb he'd picked up earlier – the one labelled "Arcturian: use unknown, possibly decorative, possibly personal music player". They weren't quite identical but they seemed obviously made by the same technology and materials. They definitely belonged together. Sex toy or music player? He couldn't believe they had two nearly identical items that had been described so differently. He held one in either hand, gradually turning them. The Arcturian music player had a concave hollow in one face, it looked like a model of the Death Star. The Thryasilid sex toy had a slightly phallic protrusion. Ianto should have known better, Ianto did know better, but somehow it seemed perfectly natural to slide the phallus into the hole.
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The world exploded in agonising pain.
Ianto came back to some kind of reality screaming with pain on the floor. He was being crushed at the same time his body was exploding from the inside out. He couldn't breathe, his clothes too tight. He fought his clothing, ripping his buttons and fighting with his belt buckle with hands that barely worked. The pain was receding slightly but it still hurt, it hurt and he flung himself about, wrapping around his belly and then flinging himself backwards trying to escape the pain.
He could hear footsteps charging through the corridors, the whole team calling his name. He was too busy screaming to answer. Then Jack was there, shining a light in his eyes, torch beams flashing around the room and Ianto realised the lights had gone out. 'Ianto!'
The pain was settling into specific places, no longer an overall agony. His chest felt tight, odd and achy but he could breathe all right now. It was his lower torso, his hips and pelvis that really hurt, a pain deep in his bones and right through his lower belly. As Jack tried to pick him up and Owen tried to stop him Ianto realised something even more embarrassing than getting hurt mishandling alien tech, his pants were wet. Not terribly surprisingly given what had just happened he'd pissed himself.
'I'm okay,' he gasped. 'It hurts but it's getting better.' The others were flashing their torches around, checking for damage and for any lingering threat. Blearily Ianto noticed the two balls, still joined, lying on the floor under the shelving. He managed to move his arm enough to point. 'There, that's what did it.' His arm flopped back on the floor weakly. 'Whatever it did.'
Owen was trying to check him out by torch light. 'I can't see a friggin thing,' he groused. 'We need to get him back to the Hub and run a scanner over him and see what's going on. Here Jack,' he handed his torch to Jack, 'let's check him out, see if he's safe to move.' He took Ianto's head between his hands and ran his hands over his scalp. 'I'm going to check you out, yeah. Tell me if anything hurts.'
'Okay.' Really the pain was nearly bearable now. Oh fuck, no it wasn't but it was fading. Ianto still had no idea what had happened but he did feel odd. He reached down to check how bad his pants situation was. JESUS!!! OH FUCK!!! His brain couldn't accept what he was feeling. Nonononononononono. The sound filling the chamber, reverberating in his ears was his screams. 'Jack. Jack,' he flailed as Jack and Owen tried to grab for him, tried to work out what was wrong. He managed to grab Jack's hand and tried to bring it down to his crotch. 'My cock,' he managed to get out through a throat tightened with terror. He felt Jack's hand move then, reach for his crotch and heard Jack's moan nearly as panicked as his own. 'I've lost my cock!'
Owen was pushing his shirt open, Ianto's freaked out brain wondered briefly why he needed CPR, but then Owen was taking their hands and placing them on his chest and Ianto realised things were very wrong there too. Where in his crotch there was emptiness where there should be flesh, here there was flesh where there hadn't been before. 'Okay,' Owen drawled into the brief moment of silence. 'Ianto mate. Don't panic, but I think you've turned into a woman.'