It was unnatural what was being done to all those women in their glass tombed slumber, and Skye couldn’t help but panic upon seeing them so wickedly being transformed. Forty-seven were currently in the midst of some kind of mutation, and several horror stories involving flesh-wrights brushed over Skye’s mind while watching the transformations in real time. The Sukleans’ seemed to be in abundance, making up thirty of the cramped chambers. A small collections of pods were empty, although Skye got the impression they were never occupied. 

      They were different from the one she woke up in mere hours ago. For one, the liquid substances in these pods was clearer, and didn’t appear as thick and juicy as the weird gluey gravy that still coated her limbs. Another thing Skye noticed, was how none the occupants were being fed by tentacles going down their throats. Instead they seemed to be lounging in tranquility, their pregnant belly’s being fed intravenously rather than having all their holes plugged and filled.

      There were two silver numerals engraved on obsidian plaques along the base for each of the pods. Brickwork Killjoy’s, who now had a far more elegant, yet still regal, frame was given the letters ‘XV’. His skin was now the color of pleasant sands, a pale but weathered complexion, with soft cherry colored nipples. Small scars decorated his flesh, each exactly where Skye remembered them, but several had grown thinner as if the scar tissue had been healed. 

      His shoulders were square and well rounded, leading to impressive trapezoid muscles along the sides of his neck. Taught chest and abdominal muscles carried the weight of his blossoming breasts, and his bone structure seemed to change, being chiseled into a more feminine form. His face, once hard and square jawed, was more angular, with sharper eyes and short dark hair. Even his phallus was more refined, bearing all its former potency, without the harsh right curvature it once possessed. 

      Another thing that painfully confirmed the pods occupant was her former lover slowly being transforming before her very eyes, was the small tattoo over his left breast. It was some kind of symbol from another language, he claimed it was a gang tattoo from his past, and it remained intact over the muscle of his pectoral.

      “XV, VX, what does it mean?” Luusti was busy analyzing all the stasis pods. Her eyes darted back and forth between all the captured aliens, and it was easy to see how horrified she was.

      Skye’s fingers were twitching as she tried to grasp the meaning of the letters. She wondered if this was the only room decorated like this? She also couldn’t help but wonder why these pods were different than the one she escaped from earlier?

      Upon closer observation, Skye was able to notice the minor deviances between the occupants given the two sequences of letters. Women in stasis bearing two sets of breasts were given pods labelled ‘VX’; while those women with a more humble figure, and gifted with an erection were bestowed with the label ‘XV’.

      “I don’t know if I want the answer to that.” Skye swallowed, her throat was dry voicing the words. How long had I gone without something to drink? She wondered.

      “Ok I’m out, goodbye.” With a twirl of her tail, the Suklea rolled on the balls of her feet, and began shuffling towards the door.

      Skye jerked aside, and spoke out to her newly found compatriot. “Where are you going, get back over here!”

      “Nope! Have fun standing around waiting to be enslaved again by whoever is messed up enough to do something like this!” As the alien reached the door, it opened automatically on its own, revealing a tall figure with dark grey skin, and stark purple eyes.