"All right, diss is enough, we'll gontinue tomorrow", Ifrish said finally. "Medrash shows you where you'll ssleep." The same Human-Controller who had handled me took me to the wing building of the studios and there to a luxurious apartment.
"Just let us know if you need something, Visser", Medrash giggled as she left me alone. To get washing that disgusting oil out of my hair was all I wanted at that moment.
Much later I stepped out of the bathroom of the apartment, soaking wet but still a bit oily. For a moment I had been thinking of asking Medrash to come washing my back, but I had decided to not bother. I took my videophone instead and created the connection to the orbit of the Earth –but not to the regular screen of the Mother Ship or my Blade Ship but Jill's personal videophone.
Her beautiful female Andalite face appeared on the screen of my phone and I heard her thought-speech as normal voice: "Hello, Visser. Everything is all right here, I just talked with Iniss Two-Two-Six by the hologram projector and he said we have got new voluntary hosts again."
(What about the Andalite bandits?) I asked.
"Nothing heard from them. Nothing", Jill said with a regretting tone of voice. I snorted discontentedly.
"By the way, are you alone?" Jill asked. I nodded.
"Fine. Me too", Jill giggled. "I'm lying on our bed. Would you like to tell… what kind of photos you posed today?"
(I'd love to), I smirked, because I knew what Jill had in her mind. And I had nothing against it. (I stood there… oiled… in the middle of cameras… and everyone was watching… not me, actually, but my body, if you understand what I'm meaning…)
"You have so great body that it's really something to look at", Jill praised.
(I kept my muscles tight), I went on. (I grinned to the cameras. And I thought of you for make myself excite…)
"Did they photograph you in that condition?" Jill almost shouted.
(Yes, and many times), I boasted. (Believe it or not, I enjoyed it…)
I fell myself onto the bed and changed my thought-speech voice so that Jill would hear it low and hoarse. (But now I would love to have you really…)
"Oh Visserrrr…" Jill purred. "Just by thinking of your all tough and muscular body I become mad for desire…"
(Guess what? If I was there, I would tie you up and make love to you until you bled…)
"You would never tire", Jill sighed. "And when you would stop, you would give me a hard spanking with your tail… And I would just scream and moan in pleasure and never get enough… and then I could morph into human…"
(Oh! Go on! What would you do then?) I moaned.
"Well, I could show you all wonderful that a human's mouth can do", Jill giggled. "With my strong human hands helping…"
What does it say about a creature, if she gets you mad in excitement just by words? Suddenly one practical thing occurred to me.
(Erm… Jill?) I whispered. (Could we stop? You see, I… cannot change sheets.)
Jill laughed. "I see." She still looked very disappointed.
(Just wait until I am back), I said. (Then you will get that kind of ride that you will remember it to the end of your life.)
She laughed again. "I will do what you want, my Visser."
Then her expression turned more serious, even sorrowful. I couldn't interpret it completely. Her next gesture, then, was totally inconceivable: like she had wanted to tear her heart apart her breast and give it to me. Then the screen went dark. I shrugged my shoulders and put the videophone off.
On the next morning I was practically dragged out of my bed through the handling of the dressers to photo sessions –very bold ones. I don't know if Ifrish's assistants had stuck something into my hooves when I had slept, but I exposed everything to the cameras and felt no shame at all. I just could have continued it endlessly. On the best moments I even thought of finishing my military career and becoming a Seyrane model. But later I only laughed to the idea.
In some pictures I laid relaxed on a bed or stood under shower with an enjoyable expression, and on the next moment I was posing pictures corresponding my character better, with my tail upright, hands crossed on my breast and an extremely form-fitting leather suit on. Photos after photos. Constant flashing. No wonder I was totally worn out, when Ifrish finally said: "Well den, we've got now da pigturess we need. Wisser, you have now a bit of freetime before da interview."
(Interview? Have you booked even that thing for me?) I gasped.
"Of goursse, we musst have ssome kinda artigle of you too. Gome to da gafeteria widin a little time, Gargina Five-Four-Four'll wait you dere." Ifrish pointed at a blond short-haired Human-Controller who had been with the other Gargina in the studio the day before.