Chapter One - Change

This story takes place four years after the movie.

Also, I don't condone or promote underaged sex so please don't spam me with hate mail…

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It was a normal Tuesday afternoon in the Tuchi household. Pig Cat was lazily snoozing on the couch as Tip's mom Lucy cooked dinner in the kitchen, one of her podcasts playing on her phone as she went.

Tip and O were both curled up on the couch opposite Pig Cat, the television on, a blanket thrown over the two of them. The room was dimly lit so shadows danced across the room as the TV flipped through various different Advertisements.

O was scrolling through posts on Instagram on the phone that his little Family had bought for him last year, while munching on some old CD's as a light snack before dinner.

Tip was doing the same, though seemingly finding it harder to stay still. She squirmed here and there, her legs laying over O's as she was propped up on her side, her head leaning against the couch.

It looked as if she were scrolling through her phone but her eyes kept darting up to look at her best friend, sneaking glances here and there.

O pretended not to notice, though he could feel the heat of her gaze on him each time she looked up. Figuring it was just her being fidgety, considering their proximity to one another wasn't anything new, he didn't question it and just continued to scroll.

Ever since the invasion of the Gorg, the two had been completely inseparable. After O became Captain, he gained many more responsibilities and less time to spend with his family but he still prioritized being "Home" with them more than anything else.

O still had his own place but spent most of his time with the Tuchi's, to the point where he had his own spair key to their apartment and could come and go as he pleased, which pleased him very much.

One of O's hands was under the blanket, four-fingered palm splayed out over her thigh. As Tip continued to fidget, his hand slipped higher, causing an odd reaction from the teen girl.

Her breathe caught in her throat and it was as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room. O was in the middle of taking a bite out of a CD when he noticed her tense up and then realized where his hand was..

His purple skin turned yellow momentarily as he hurriedly went to remove it

But what happened next was so shocking that it made his alien head spin.

Tip's hand was now under the blanket and instead of pushing his hand away, had locked firmly around his wrist, preventing his hand from moving.

The CD fell from O's mouth and plopped down onto the blanket, his mouth hanging open in shock, the tentacles on either side of his head now hanging loosely. His bright blue eyes were deadlocked onto her Hazel Brown ones.

"Tip, what–" he began before her free hand came up to interrupt him, her finger pressing over his mouth to quiet him. She shook her head hard, the expression on her face showing a multitude of emotions all at once: fear, confusion, and an emotion he couldn't quite place. If only humans could change colors based on their mood…

Tip glanced in the direction of the kitchen, her mother's back turned to them as she continued to cook dinner for them all, her podcast playing in the background.

Watching her mother, she moved O's hand higher, her legs parting slightly, and guided his hand between them. His long alien fingers brushing the insides of her thighs.

Her eyes came back to O's, a look of panic and confusion intermingling on his face. But he didn't attempt to pull away so she continued to guide his hand, pushing the boundaries of their friendship to its limit and about to cross a very obvious line.

O's hand was trembling, his hearts beating so hard in his chest that he could feel them banging against his rib cage. His face turning pale with fear.

What was she doing?

He swallowed audibly, his eyes searching hers as well, trying to figure out what was going through his best friend's mind. In the years he'd spent on Earth Land with the Tuchi's he'd learned much about human's person's customs, the things they viewed as right from wrong… this definitely fell into the wrongs category.

While O was distracted with his thoughts and the inner monologue of Boov-ian cus words, Tip had unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and was pressing his hand against her exposed pubic bone.

"T-Tip… " he stammered, snapping back to reality. His voice sounded urgent but he kept it hushed, realizing the severity of the situation and wanting to diffuse it before they gained the attention of her mymom.

At the sound of her name falling from his lips, she too was reminded of the gravity of the situation and how precariously they were standing on the Precipice of what could be the End of their Friendship and the easy going life they shared.

But the last couple of months had been complete and utter torture for her. Her teen hormones were in full swing and no amount of self love was giving her any kind of relief.

When she asked her closest female friend, Olivia, for advice, her response was as lewd as expected.

"Find some dude to give your V card to. Honestly, you're probably the only Virgin left in our entire grade", she said with mocking laughter.

But the idea of losing her virginity to some random guy at their school frightened her even more than the act itself.

So she tried to distract herself by spending as much time with her best friend as humanly (and alienly) possible. He was a very good and welcome distraction. But even he couldn't keep her teenage hormones at bay.

Especially after a dream she ended up having of him. Most of it was a blur but of what she could remember of it, it was enough to make up her mind about who she felt most comfortable giving herself to.

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Back to the present moment.

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Tip began frantically typing on her phone and then there was a sound coming from O's, indicating a text.

Ping

Momentarily distracted by the sound, he went to read the text and saw that it was from Tip.

"Please… "

Was all that the text said.

When he just stared at his phone, dumbfounded, she began frantically texting again.

Ping

"O…"

He dropped the phone and pressed his free hand against his face, staring awstruck at the Television in front of them. It was playing some old cartoon.

Images of them laughing and making punny jokes as they watched such cartoons in years past went through his mind, his hearts beating even faster. The only physical indication of his distress being his rapidly dissolving colors, the trembling of his hand, and the way his eyes darted around, unable to focus on anything.

If he went through with this, it would most definitely end in badness.

But the pleading look in her eyes, the look of desperation, and the fact that she trusted him enough to ask something like this of him, made him waver.

Taking a calming breathe, he turned his head in the direction of the kitchen and then picked his phone back up, managing to get his other hand free from the confines of her legs, he typed slowly.

Ping

Tip looked at her phone, her heart racing at what she saw

"Not here… "

Tip nodded, the feeling of excitement and adrenaline rushing through her at the implications.

A clanging came from the kitchen, the podcast no longer playing in the background, and the sound of her mom's voice saying "Dinner's ready kids!" made them break apart and scramble to get off the couch.

Tip lead the way to the kitchen, the difference in lighting almost enough to sting her eyes. After a few moments of blinking, they got used to it.

She sat in her usual spot at the table, eyeballing what her mother had whipped up for them. Her stomach growled audibly, making both her and her mother laugh.

"Someone's hungry," Lucy said with a smirk as she started rinsing some dishes off in the kitchen sink.

"Well, dig in." She said, as they both hesitated to start filling their plates.

The two best friends reached for the ladle in the overflowing pot of stew at the exact same moment, their hands touching briefly before they both pulled their hands back as if they'd touched something hot, a nervous energy suddenly shifting around them.

Lucy watched the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, her motherly instincts kicking in. But she wasn't able to discern anything in that moment.

Figuring it was probably nothing, she shrugged and said "Well?" Joining them at the table.

Tip grabbed the ladle first this time, filling up her bowl and digging in with the spoon provided for her, a look of delight suddenly on her face and dissipating any nervousness that might have been there.

O filled his empty bowl half with stew and half with broken pieces of an old Vinal record Lucy had bought for him at a rumage sale. He munched on it happily, his colors changing from pale purple to dark purple with hints of pink.

After they were all finished with dinner, they helped clean up the table and do the dishes, as they often did when Lucy cooked for the three of them. Once the kitchen was all clean and leftovers put in the fridge, the two headed to Tip's bedroom.

It was down the hallway and to the left, right across from the bathroom and adjacent to the Master bedroom which belonged to her mother.

Tip went in first, followed by O, who closed the door quietly behind them. Before walking away from the door, he turned and pushed the lock down on the door.

Tip heard the sound of the lock and suddenly became very nervous, her fingers raking through her messy brown curls as she looked at herself in the vanity next to her bed.

Her hands started to tremble, knees growing weak as she stared at herself, eyes filled with something akin to fear. She chewed her bottom lip, a habit she'd kept since childhood.

"Tip… " came O's voice from behind her. She twirled around, looking down on the alien that had become her best friend, her only real friend if she were to be honest with herself.

And she was about to complicate, maybe even ruin, everything.

A small part of her wanted to forget this whole thing, pretend like it was some elaborate prank, just a joke she was playing on him, a very bad joke…

But there was a bigger part of her that was screaming at her to go through with it, to stop being a coward. She wasn't a kid anymore, she told herself. She wasn't that dorky little 12 year old nerd from Barbados anymore.

Tip plopped down on her bed and looked at him, waiting for him to make the first move, unsure of how to lay or what to do.

But when nothing happened, she sighed and then turned onto her side, her face two inches away from O's as he stared at her.

She cleared her throat and looked down, suddenly very self conscious.

"O, I'm not really sure what to–" she began, and was quietted by a finger on her lips. She looked back up at him.

He was searching her eyes, her face, looking for any hint that she wasn't the real Tip. Something about her behavior made him think that maybe she'd been obducted by one of the skin-suit people from the scary movie they'd watched together.

But that was just him being hopeful. There was no way this wasn't Tip.

She'd changed a lot in recent years, her baby fat all but disappearing and her womanly features becoming more pronounced. But he'd ignored these physical changes because it wasn't something he was supposed to take notice of or concern himself with.

All of a sudden he was overwhelmed by the drastic changes. She was definitely not a child anymore…

But child or not, this was still wrong, "taboo", and he very much didn't want to become a Fugitive Boov again. Not to mention what Tip's Mymom would do to him if she ever found out.

They'd have to be careful…

"Tip, I must say the sorry to you… "

Tip tilted her head, giving him a quizzical look.

"Why sorry?" She asked, sitting up. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that..?"

He shook his head and turned away from her.

"I'm saying the sorry… because I can't do what you're asking of me."

She frowned, looking confused at first, and then a look of sadness appeared.

"Oh… ok… well… " she choked out, sounding defeated. "Ok… "

He paused for effect.

"I can't doing those things… here… "

She perked up, realizing what he was saying.

"So… then…?"

He turned and looked at her, nodding. "We'll go to my apartment… away from other humans persons. Away from mymom… " he said with finality.

She nodded, willing to agree to any of his stipulations and demands, as long as he wasn't rejecting her.

"Whatever you want, O"

He smirked, making a tsking sound with his tongue.

"I think whatever Tip wants would be more to the accurate" he said unabashedly.

Tip blushed in response, looking away from him.

Still, she couldn't let the conversation end without expressing her gratitude.

"Thank you, O… for doing this… agreeing to do this.. with me."

O shook his head, smiling softly at her.

"No… thank You, Tip…"

(Song playing- Trouble I'm in by Twinbed)

"Thank you for trusting this Boov" he continued, pressing a hand to his chest

Tip's eyes sparkled as she looked into her best friend's deep blue eyes.

"You're my Best Friend… of course I trust you."

End Chapter One