Where there's Smoke, Part 5

As the ship passes through the planet's atmosphere and into the vacuum of space, Smoke studies the crystal.

The seven faces of the heptagonal prism are smooth, and the ends are pointed in long heptagonal pyramids.

"You know where to go?" Smoke asks Dough.

"Auto-pilot does," she says as she presses a button.

Dough turns the seat around to face Smoke.

"Let me hold on to it," she says, holding out her hand. "I can still use 100% of my powers even while carrying it."

Smoke concurs and hands her the heptagon crystal. Dough then presses the crystal to her chest. It slowly sinks into her clay torso, a cavity made to encase it. The displaced mass is added to Dough's bosoms, bumping her up a cup size.

"Always wanted D's," she says.

Dough bounces a little, and the big breasts respond in kind.

"Are you sure it's okay for you to store it directly inside you?" Smoke asks.

"Yes," Dough replies. "We are shape-shifters, after all. We can adapt and adjust our bodies accordingly for things like this. Or at least, a Solid Shapeshifter like myself can."

Being element shapeshifters, Dough and Smoke essentially do not need organs such as hearts, livers, or lungs. They only need to maintain enough cells to create something--a body, a vehicle, an inanimate object--of the same original volume as their default humanoid form. Hence the increase in Dough's bust.

However, Smoke differs from Dough in that he recreates his vital organs each time he solidifies. Since Dough is always solid, this does not happen with her.

"Interesting that you went with such long hair this time," Smoke comments. "Getting better at imitating flowing things, Miss Solid?"

Dough tosses her hair back with a hand.

"I've gotten better at other things, too, Puff."

Dough gives Smoke a naughty smirk as she smooths her foot up along the back of his calf.

"The other fun thing about being a solid shapeshifter," she says as she gets out of her seat, "is that I don't need to be naked to mate."

Dough sits on Smoke's lap, her thick legs straddling him, and presses her lips against his. Without hesitation, she pulls out Smoke's zipklor and initiates for him, plunging it inside her.

"Still too dry," Smoke says.

*FOOSH* He completely transforms into vapor in an instant, and Dough falls off the seat.

As Smoke drifts his way to his bedroom, Dough gets up off the floor, absolutely seething.