Free Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 by Evangeline Anderson

she was going to ask
Xirnah to change the channel back to the weird golden painted men
with their spider-woman lover. This was the most normal thing she’d
seen on his version of TV so far and also… it was kind of hot. At
least Frankie thought it was and so did Kerov’s body—his equipment
was stiffening a bit between her legs, which was a strange
sensation but not exactly an unpleasant one.
    From Xirnah’s
expression, however, it was clear the tender scene on the screen
was leaving her cold.
    “ Ugh…so deviant,” she muttered, her lip curling with disgust
as the man wrapped his arms around his lover’s thighs, splitting
them wide so he could taste her pussy more fully.
    “ Really?” Frankie looked at her. “You don’t like this? You
prefer the other thing with the men painted gold and getting
busy…er, having relations with the spider-lady?”
    “ That, at least, has artistic value,” Xirnah said stiffly. “It
speaks to me here.” She
put a fist over her chest. “But this stuff…” she motioned at the
screen. “Everyone knows such acts aren’t allowed. I honestly don’t
understand why the State lets them be aired at all. Probably just
to cater to sexual deviants who cannot enjoy normal
erotica.”
    “ But this is
what’s…” Frankie started to say “normal” but it was becoming clear
to her that normal was a very relative thing here, at least when it
came to entertainment. She cleared her throat. “This is certainly
different,” she said instead.
    Xirnah glanced up at
Frankie, who was still standing there watching the screen. “Why
don’t you have a seat?” she demanded. “Let the sensu-chair work on
you so we can get this over with and I can leave.”
    “ Um—okay, sure.” Frankie was prepared to be agreeable. As long
as she didn’t have to watch anymore spider-loving, she thought she
could get Kerov’s body to do what it was supposed to. And after
that, she was going straight to bed so she could hopefully wake up
in her own body. But she had to get through this first.
    Walking over to the
blue sensu-chair, she positioned herself over the point just as
Xirnah had done and lowered herself down. The chair enfolded her at
once like a comforting, supportive bean bag. Mmm…it felt nice.
Frankie leaned back and watched as the man on the screen continued
to lick his partner’s pussy. She could feel the shaft between her
legs stirring even more and a strong sense of sexual need was
coming over her. Was she actually getting horny? Was she—?
    And then something
grabbed her between her legs.
    “ Ahh!” Frankie shot up out of the sensu-chair, trying
frantically to get away from whatever had groped her.
    Xirnah gave her an
irritated look.
    “ Whatever is wrong now?” she
demanded.
    At
the same time Kerov said, “ What’s wrong with you? Why did you jump
up?”
    “ It…it grabbed me!”
Frankie exclaimed, answering both of them at the same time. “The
chair, I mean.”
    “ What?” Xirnah frowned. “What are you playing at, Kerov? Why
are you acting so strangely tonight?”
    Frankie opened her
mouth to reply but Kerov was shouting inside her head.
    “ Don’t say anything else about the sensu-chair! Just excuse
yourself go into the fresher so we can talk.”
    Frankie didn’t know
what the fresher was or where it was located but thankfully, he
gave directions.
    “ Down the hallway, second door on the right. And hurry.”
    “ Would you excuse me?” Frankie said to the now very irritated
Xirnah. “I, uh, need a minute…er, a meem to myself.”
    “ Fine.” She sighed huffily. “But don’t take too long. I have
to get back to my domicile soon.”
    “ Be right back,” Frankie promised and fled down the hallway.
She found the second door on the right and opened it, revealing
something that might be an alien toilet. At least, it had a bowl
with water at the bottom of it—even though the bowl appeared to be
built into a rocking chair. But Frankie was too preoccupied with
the