Warning, sex, male lipstick, minors serving in bar, sado machoism, more sex, numbered T shirts, wet dreams...did I leave anything out?? ZOLTAR'S NIGHTMARE by Tengu (who likes blokes in lipstick...Honestly!) Standard Disclaimers. Thanks to Jamie McArdle for Beating me.... The Ruler of Spectra is getting ready for bed, finally. The Mighty One has kept him up late with a lecture on how useless he really is, despite being the Spirit's Chosen. This sort of thing happens a lot (generally involving G Force, for some reason; well, if this so-called G Force are so hot, why isn't the Great Light of Wisdom working flat out to subvert them? Because he loves Zoltar the best, that's why!). Zoltar is - well, peculiar isn't the word for him; he is addicted to hormonal supplements...no need to say which ones. He no longer needs to shave because of this, and has a very poor performance...but it saves him having to attend Galaxy Girl orgies....surely a good thing! He is wearing a very nice lace nightie with pink bows (it is his own this time, not borrowed from Mala). It suits him, better than on most women, but Zoltar is far more beautiful than most women.....Why do the Spectrans put up with this gender-bender? Because the Luminous One says so, that's why! Isn't he lucky G Force cannot see him? Oh yes! Pity the Spirit is so mad at him; the Luminous One in a good mood can be a good lover....a very good lover. Only Mala knows about this. The people of Spectra would laugh if they knew what their two leaders, one a bodyless intelligence, the other a near impotent excuse for a man, got up to in bed......would they! The Spirit never really sleeps. He might switch off his screen, but that didn't mean he shut his golden eyes, oh no! There is always plenty to look at, and if he gets tired of that, he can always link with Zoltar. Zoltar in bed is always good fun, with his pathetic excuse for a sex life. (He still does `exactly` the same things as he did when he was six!) The wretch was begging for a mindfuck tonight, he could see that in the way he was standing (let alone what was in his mind! Oh boy!) - sadly transparent. The Mighty One gives a mental smile to himself. Zoltar only gets it if he's good - so seldom! But now.....well, the Spirit can have a bit of fun.....pity about his chosen........ .........And Zoltar awakes to find himself lying naked upon the floor, a heavy collar and chain attaching him to the wall. (Do you like B+D Zoltar? You ain't seen nothing yet! oh no!) The floor is cold and hard. He positions himself on his back, only to shift again. Painful! He hurts all over, particularly in his lower abdomen, genitals and.....oh no! not that! When Zoltar shifts to his belly, his chest and particularly nipples feel very tender. An odd ache, one that doesn't seem associated with any form of abuse...but is somehow a part of him. His hormones seem to be playing up again. Zoltar groans, and starts to inspect himself. He is very thin, much more so than normal, and his hair is lank and matted. This abuse has been going on for some time. He grimaces and goes back to sleep. The door opens, letting in a flood of light. Once his eyes have adjusted Zoltar can see his visitor is a young girl, wearing a T Shirt with the number `3` on it, and striped trousers. She looks young, but has obviously seen a lot of life, not all of it pleasant. She carries a heavy whip in one hand. Oh dear! Things are not looking good! She smiles evilly at him. "It seems that you're not working hard enough. Why are you so ungrateful? We took you in and fed you!" She strikes him with the whip then leans down and pulls him up by his collar. "ISO wanted to vivisect you!" She pauses. "I've a good mind to send you back. We get good money from renting you out, but it will be fun to watch you die." The girl hits him a few more times,"You will be Changing tonight!" Her grin is horrible. Zoltar shudders; he has this horrible feeling.....and why is the girl speaking Terran Japanese? (A language he knows very little of, but he seems to understand it fine now; it doesn't appear to be his first language, though.) "Yes, Miss," squeaks Zoltar. She smirks, then exits, shutting the door with a bang. Zoltar groans, then starts to inspect his new welts - ouch! Where is he? (On Earth? In Japan? Possibly?) And what is a Change....doesn't sound very nice...sounds foreboding. Half an hour later the door is unlocked to reveal a new figure, very small. The Brat is ten, eleven, too young to be working in a sleaze joint like this. He wears striped pants and a numbered T-shirt like his sister(???). There is something oddly familiar about him. He bears a tray with a mug of water, and a bowl filled with bread and a few vegetable scraps, so Zoltar was going to be fed after all. "Hiya, Berg Katse," said his new tormentor. (That wasn't his name!) "Sis said you're fucking well Changing tonight. Thought you had better have something to eat. Perhaps you won't faint this time? Jun don't like it when you fucking faint." What language from one so young! Zoltar eats up his leftovers; he is hungry! The Brat removes the tray. Zoltar sighs; he is still empty. He lies down in as comfortable position as he can manage, and goes off to sleep. Only to be awakened by Jun's foot. "Time to party." She unlocks his collar, and leads him out of the cell. He is led downstairs and through the kitchen, out into the main area. The crowd is rowdy, of mostly Oriental appearance; they remind Zoltar of the gangs in some Spectran cities - yobs, in other words. He feels very ashamed of his nakedness, trying to hide behind his hair to fresh jeers from the crowd. "Look at that hair! Wasted on a man," says a girl in a heavily spiked leather jacket. "Are you sure he's a man?" "Naaaw, he's a woman with a big prick!" Raucous laughter. "Are you sure it's real?" "Let's see what tricks this lion can perform!" calls a greasy individual from the back. "Something to suit either sex." Zoltar is hoisted up to a hastily cleared table. Rough hands bind him spreadeagled to the table legs, bonds cutting painfully into his flesh. He whimpers, and the crowd laugh. He looks up at the faces leering down at him. They are mostly female. Zoltar is getting a really bad feeling about this... Brutal hands start fondling him, wicked female faces kiss his face roughly, other hands touch him all over. They mean to arouse me! Well, I'm in luck, there's not a lot that can be done to an impotent man. Bad news, Zoltar is not impotent anymore. Oh no, quite the opposite...the girl in the spiked jacket is first on him, it is like being raped by a porcupine. Zoltar jostles back and forth, partially in the hope it will speed matters up, partially because he can't help it. This is not a sensation he is used to, and even though he is not enjoying it, he must feel as much as possible. But this draws further laughs from his tormentors. "Look at him, he's enjoying himself!" Zoltar freezes. The next girl must weigh twice as much as he does, and is all muscle, including in a certain place. She pounds him roughly. He grits his teeth, trying not to react, but react he does, groaning and shuddering, to fresh jeers from his rapists. "You liked that, didn't you?" This is done several times. When he starts to flag, someone starts giving him a blow job, sucking harder than necessary. Eventually even that fails, and his tormentors give up in disgust with many sharp pinches. Jun turns to the crowd and says "Berg Katse is not a man, despite all evidence to the contrary, and I can prove it." Whoops and yells from the crowd. "Go to it, Jun, make him Change!" yells one, evidently a regular customer. "Jimpei!" she calls to her underage brother, who is behind the bar. "Fetch me 20ccs of formula X," Jun smiles her dreadful smirk at Zoltar. Jimpei returns with the drug. Jun takes the hyperdermic, jabbing it roughly into Zoltar's buttocks (he is sure that the needle is artificially blunted). A hormonal injection, Zoltar knows the sensation, but one designed to increase his imbalance, not fight it. Agh! His body feels like fire, but especially in his genitals and belly. He screams with pain. Someone gags him by pushing a scarf halfway down his throat...mercifully he sinks into oblivion.... Stale beer is poured on his face, reviving him, he feels weak, belly very tender; his chest muscles hurt. Someone touches his nipples, painful. "We can untie her (her?) now, she's too weak to fight," says the one known as Jun, still grinning evilly. The ropes are loosened. Jun leaps bodily on the table, feet either side of Zoltar's strange-feeling chest. "Well, now you can see Berg Katse for what `he` really is, a mutant, a freak who really should not have been created, and created `she` was, by that demon Sosai.....I wonder what Sosai's sex life is like? Must be pretty perverse to require a thing like Berg Katse." "Berg Katse was a fucking mutant, concave and convex to suit either sex, the damnedest thing ever seen! " chant the crowd lewdly. What was going on? What had happened to him?? Zoltar's head is propped up so he can see what has been done to him. His body has changed rather radically. `He` is now a woman! "How can you do this to me?" Jun sadisticaly pushes her fingers up inside `her`, she gasps in pain. "Easily, you did it to me." She turns to the excited crowd. "Free for all time! Happy hour in the Snack J!" Zoltar shuts her eyes as the first male grabs her. Happy Hour indeed!

Seems that I cant put it all in one post....this is actually just one story, but I have had to cut it up. Zoltar is back in his(?) pen. She feels like dying, too weak to move. Her body is covered in new bruises, blood and semen. "Spirit, help me" she moans, but she cannot feel him in her mind, something that in any other circumstances would be cause for celebration - but not now! That foul mouthed little boy has returned, (he was hovering around in the background all the time, mixing drinks; what sort of establishment could allow one so young behind the bar? Besides watching last night's `sex` show??) this time with a bucket of water and a cloth. "Jun says you're to clean up, doesn't like you lying in your own piss." (Zoltar is indeed in a puddle, but could not do anything about it.) She groans, getting a kick in the ribs. "If you're not fucking clean by the time I return, I'll bloody well flog the hide off your back." Zoltar (Mala??) manages to get up and clean himself (herself?), but not without some pain. She decides to inspect her new body. It is not every day you get a sex change! Unfortunately it is at that moment that Jun and Jimpei return. "Look at this!" whoops the boy with delight, "Berg Katse `still` hasn't had enough fucking!" Zoltar snatches his hands away hurriedly. "Oh well, we all know about Berg, s/he's incorrigible." Jun stares at him. "Especially after a Change." She puts down a bowl. "Here's your pay." Jimpei picks up the bucket, and they lock the door on her. Zoltar shuffles over on hands and knees to inspect the bowl: scraps again, her normal diet. (It is at this point Zoltar ponders the symbolism of this dream - for he knows he is in a dream. Such a shapeshifting being is clearly a physical impossibility, so it must be symbolic right?? of too many high heels?) The next few days are spent in alternating between languishing in the dungeon, and being rented out to various rough men (not to mention one very rough woman) by way of a variety. Jun chains her to the sink in the kitchen. She has to do the washing up, watched by a very jubilant brat with the whip. Zoltar gets very tired and miserable; she is hungry,and her privates hurt. Jun and her brother don't seem to care about her health, despite the fact she is earning money for them. The one time she begs for extra food, Jun laughs at her. "I remember the time I was your captive. I seem to recall you didn't bother to feed me for two days...and when you did, it was only a small bowl of gruel. We feed you at least once a day! And what did you say to me? if I was to have any more, I would have to be your sex slave. Now the tables are turned!" What is worse is the time when Jimpei catches her licking off a dirty dish; he takes the whip and flogs her sadistically. "what did I ever do to you?" he whines, hoping desperately that this Berg Katse hadn't done anything...you know. Jimpei smiles at him wickedley. "You had me dragged off to your labs, were going to vivisect me as I recall." He pauses. "That's why when you were captured, I pleaded with ISO to do it to you. But no, Jun wanted to make some money out of you." Jimpei sighs. "Never mind, one day she will lose interest, that's when I will have a lesson in human biology!" Some time later Zoltar is back to normal (??). He Changes quite naturally, he sinks down into the usual exhausted sleep, and in the morning he gets his old bits back - all sore! Jun sighs when she sees this new development. "I hate it when you change accidentally. I have got you booked up as a female for the next two weeks. Still there are plenty of women waiting..." Not to mention men.... The crowd tonight look oddly hungry; the place is packed, with people sitting on the tables. but they part for a familiar figure, a very familiar figure...one wearing white wings... "Gatchaman!" several shout jubilantly. Yes, it's the Eagle, in his full glory, or rather, not full glory; he wears his wings, helm, boots and gloves, but on his body there isn't anything! (Is this what they wear underneath their suits?) For one minute Zoltar desperately hopes he is to be rescued, but no, too much to hope for. The Eagle has a very strange expression on his boyish face. He walks slowly up to Zoltar who is in his traditional position spreadeagled on the table. He feels very much like a sacrifical victim; will the Eagle gut him with his birdrang? Zoltar looks very scared. The leader of G Force merely inspects him closely for one long minute, then straightens. "Berg Katse fears being made a woman of for your entertainment, don't you Berg?" says his adversary sternly. "Fear not! We aren't going to force you into a Change tonight!" His face alters to a most evil smile. The crowd laughs uproariously. "But there's more than one way of being made a woman of, isn't there, Berg Katamite?" He runs a hand tenderly down Zoltar's long hair, "as I found out when I was a `guest` in your lair." The Eagle turns to the now silent crowd, who are smirking in anticipation, "I really didn't enjoy the entertainment you so kindly provided. Of being made to wear your lipstick, not to mention your kinky underwear. It's now time for me to return what you gave me...turn him over!" He leers at his captive in no uncertain manner. As do the crowd. Zoltar realises what is going on, and starts struggling wildly, heedless of the ropes cutting in his flesh, but he is too stiff and weak to fight much. Soon he is in the same position but face down, buttocks in the air. "Have mercy," he pleads, tears streaming from his eyes. The Eagle slaps him familiarly on the rump. "I didn't beg for mercy from you...you wouldn't have given it, would you? Having too much fun! Nevertheless, I promise I will do it only once...unlike you...I seem to recall you were busy with me all night and most of the following morning." He is on top of the helpless Spectran without further ceremony. Gatchaman's visor cuts into the side of his head, hands like eagles' talons grip his chest, white wings brush his side, powerful thighs straddle his. Zoltar tries to ignore what is going on in his fundament, but cannot...youch! "Please, please stop! I will do anything for you," Zoltar begs between screams; his tormentor just laughs. One hand comes up, to grab a fistful of hair, twisting Zoltar's head round to look into the mad eyes of the Eagle. "You're real lucky," grunts the Eagle between pelvis shattering thrusts. "If I were the Condor, I would be using Bird Missiles." Zoltar groans......... ........The Spirit's Chosen awakens, glad it was a dream - what a strange one! Perhaps it was one of the Great One's? He has a very warped idea of humour at times, not to mention sex. Who was this Berg Katse anyway? Not to mention Jun and Jimpei? They seem vaguely familiar.

Heh, talk about confusing. So are the multi-translations the produt of the Great Spirit's mind? Great little crossover, though a little risque. Zoltar seems a little...too undisturbed. A dream like that would freak the heck out of me. Hmmm...even though it was a dream, did he still enjoy it? Perhaps because it *was* a dream? Anyways, an interesting read.