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Bounty to Booty [A Green Alien Space Babe TG Story] - Part 3 (Finale)
🕑 Added 2025-01-09 20:00:02 +0000 UTCCommissioned Anonymously
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They did not, in fact, fuck the next morning. When Magnus woke, he felt warm and comfortable in a way he never had. The couch had already felt like luxury, sleeping on a plush mattress with silk blankets and a warm body pressed against him was on another level. Somehow, in the night Zender had wound his way around Magnus’ body; their legs intertwined as they spooned. Instantly, Magnus felt his cheeks start to burn, not with arousal, but something else. A similar emotion but softer: affection. That was enough to make him jump out of bed, waking Zender in the process.
“Wha-you okay?” he yawned, rubbing his eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“If I had, I wouldn’t be scared.”
“Of course not,” Zender chuckled. “The big, bad bounty hunter couldn't be scared by some spirit, could he?”
Magnus grit his teeth; if only Zender could stop being so damn charming for a few minutes, these mushy, unnecessary emotions could fade away!
“Well, since you’re up, you can make breakfast,” Zender said finally.
“You think I am going to cook for you?”
“Unless you think it would be too difficult.”
Magnus felt his hackles rise.
“I have slain more men than I can count, lived off nothing, hunted the most elusive targets in the sector. I am sure eggs are within my wheelhouse.”
“Good, shouldn’t be a problem then.”
Magnus opened and closed his mouth in annoyance. He got the distinct impression he had just been played like a fiddle. Zender gave him a playful smile before snuggling back into the blankets, but Magnus ignored the desire to join him. He needed to nip this little crush or whatever it was in the bud before it could flower.
‘Why?’ Asked a little voice in his head. ‘Why can’t you just enjoy it? Why not get closer? You’re not a bounty hunter anymore.’
Magnus didn't have a good answer, and that only made him feel more frustrated. He just knew he couldn’t because…well, he just couldn’t! Getting into a relationship with another man, no less! And an Andite of all aliens, soft, pacifistic Andites with their cushy lives.
“It’s just not you.” He muttered to himself, but even as he said it he felt a pang of longing in his chest, followed by shame.
He was tough as nails; he couldn’t want this soft life and body—or this soft man. Magnus ran a hand down his side, feeling the curvy hills of his body, the way his fingers rose and fell as they traced the mounds of his breasts and the hollow of his waist. Warmth spread through his chest, and he shook his head.
“Sentimental old fool.”
He focused on making breakfast, because he was hungry, not because Zender told him to. Eventually, the man emerged from the bedroom with a concerned look on his face that slowly turned to disgust.
“What smells like burning oil?”
“It’s not burning, it’s just extra hot.”
Zender looked over Magnus’ shoulder into the smoking pan and shook his head.
“Nope, burning.”
“Well…it’ll taste fine.”
“I can assure you, it will not.”
“Well, food is fuel!”
“Food is life! Come on, let me help you.”
He said it kindly, without judgment, and Magnus couldn’t even hate him for it. He was too focused on how nice it felt to be taken care of. There was a pleasant warmth on his hip where Zender’s hand laid against it, and by the time they had remade breakfast, Magnus conceded that maybe his version was a tad overdone.
“The truth is I don't do much cooking.” He said as they sat down together. “I usually just get whatever is easy and fast, ration bars, that sort of stuff.”
“That sounds awful. Living on those things?”
“You know what? You’re right, it was.”
Magnus couldn’t help it. He giggled. He could count on one hand the amount of times he’d laughed in the last decade. Even when he had, he didn't remember the sound being so joyful, it had always been ironic or cold. Genuinely laughing felt…nice.
“Your laugh is beautiful,” Zender said dreamily before catching himself and awkwardly clearing his throat. “Sorry, it’s just nice to see you smile.”
“Della told me I have a bad case of resting bitch face.”
Zender winced.
“She’s right, I’m afraid.”
Magnus pressed his lips into a thin line, and Zender laughed teasingly.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“I swear, if you say ‘you’d be prettier if you smile…”
“Come on! I don't have a death wish!”
They both laughed again, and Magnus marvelled at how domestic it all felt. Two lovers, joking over a shared breakfast. It felt intimate in a way he’d never experienced before, not sexual intimacy but something more…simple. He liked it, and he hated that. He pushed the half-empty plate away.
“Anyway, I need to get going. Gym calls.”
It was a lie, but he needed to get out of here, it was far too comfortable. Unlike most mornings, though, this time, Zender stopped him.
“Why do you do that?” He asked, grabbing Magnus’ wrist so he couldn’t get away.
“Do what?”
“You keep getting comfortable, letting your hair down and then…clamming up for no reason. It’s like you want to be miserable.”
“Of course, I don’t,” Magnus said, snatching his hand away. “You’re just reading into things.”
He turned and stormed down the stairs into the shop before Zender could follow him, cheeks burning. What was wrong with him today? No, it wasn't just today. Magnus had to face the facts; he was going soft—the dancing, the shopping, the sex. He was letting this planet turn him into a woman, more than just physically! And what’s more, he was enjoying it. Even now, as he tried to be disgusted with himself, he felt a shiver of delight run down his spine, and he imagined those eyes on him in the gym.
He’d been stalling for weeks now, he was as good at fighting as he could be. But he’d stayed because life here was comfy. Easy. After a few weeks of relative luxury, he had practically lost all his edge. Pathetic.
“Are you okay?”
Magnus realised he had been standing in the doorway for almost five minutes when Zender appeared.
“Fine, I just don’t think I will go to the gym today.”
“Alright, what’s your plan then?”
“...I don’t know.”
Zende turned the sign in the door and grabbed a handful of fabric.
“Want to help?”
“Sew?” Magnus scoffed incredulously. “Me?”
“It’s not hard here, I’ll show you how.”
Zender reached over Magnus’ shoulders, wrapping his warm arms around the former hunter’s shoulders and guiding his hands. He demonstrated how to hold the needle, thread it, then sew the two pieces of fabric together and tie the stitch off. It wasn't too different to sew a wound shut.
“Alright, now you try.”
“I don't know…I’ve never really made anything before.”
He specialised in unmaking things, in fact.
“All the more reason to try! Besides, you don’t seem to have any other plans.”
Zender had a point, and he needed something to fill his days until he figured out exactly what he wanted to do now that bounty hunting had lost its appeal. Magnus slowly pulled the needle through the fabric, slowly picking up steam until his mind wandered back to last night. How good it had felt to be fucked as a woman. But using that word felt wrong; last night hadn't just been about sex; it had been closer to making love. Something he’d never done before. Just like sewing.
As the hours dragged on, people came and went from the shop, and over time, Magnus felt the tension slipping from his shoulders. After a while, he stopped checking the door and sizing up the person who walked in each time. He simply existed, slowly mending garment after garment with simple patches while Zender checked them over. The door opened and Della walked in with a wry smile.
“There you are! We missed you at the gym today.” She greeted. “I asked around and found out where you live.”
“That’s a little concerning.” Magnus joked.
“Well, if I didn;t I wouldn’t be able to invite you out for a drink. Come on.”
“Uh-”
“I am sure your man won’t mind. A lady needs time with ehr girl friends after all.”
Zender nodded and chuckled to himself.
“I feel like you’re taking her regardless.”
Awkwardly, Magnus put down his needle, a little embarrassed by the mountain of clothing he’d already finished. Sewing made him so…zen, almost like cleaning and rebuilding his weapon at the end of a long job. Except at the end of it, he had a comfortable, creative project finished instead of a weapon.
Della looped her arm through his and led him out the door and down the street to some sort of restaurant where several other women from the gym were waiting. They all greeted him warmly and went inside to start ordering fruity drinks that reminded him a lot of mimosas. He’d seen rich human women drink them at resorts on the richest levels on Thebe. When one was put in front of him, he blinked in surprise.
“My treat.” Della nodded. “Go on.”
He sipped at it experimentally; the drink was sweet and fruity, with a tang of alcohol.
“It’s…good.”
“Dangerous, more like.” One of the other women joked. “Don’t have too many, they might not taste it, but they are strong as hell!”
They all settled in, and the women began to chat amicably about nothing and everything: the latest streams, housework, their weekend plans. It was all so domestic, and they all seemed interested in him, asking about the shop and his relationship with Zender.
“I’m not really sure what it is. He sort of picked me up off the street, and I’ve been there ever since.”
“Oh, how romantic, what a gentleman.” Della sighed.
“Yeah,” Magnus said quietly. “He is.”
“Oh, she’s blushing! She’s totally in love with him!”
The other women teased and giggled. Magnus downed the rest of his drink, trying to hide his blush. Della grasped and squeezed his shoulder before they finally turned to other matters. Magnus wasn’t sure what to say or feel. Was this what it was like to have friends? For a second, Magnus felt his life flash before his eyes—not his past, but his future—a future of quiet sewing, sex and drinks with the girls. He hated how much he wanted it.
When he finally made his way back to the shop, the sun was setting, and his stomach hurt, not from alcohol but from nerves. He felt as though he was being torn in two; his warring desire to give into this new life and to go back to his old one made his whole body ache. Zender was sitting at the table when he returned and his smile set butterflies racing across Magnus’ skin.
“How was your afternoon?”
“Fine,” Magnus said, pressing his lips together. “I’ll sleep on the couch again tonight.”
Zender’s brow furrowed.
“Why? It can't be more comfortable than the bed. We don’t have to do anything if that’s what you’re afraid of-”
“I’m not afraid of anything!” Magnus snapped. “I’ll take the couch and then…then I will get a ticket out of here tomorrow. I have already stayed here long enough.”
Zender looked stricken and Magnus tried to ignore how his heart squeezed at the sight.
“Wait, let’s talk about this. I don’t think that’s what you really want.”
Zender reached out to grasp Magnus’ wrist and he felt his blood start to boil.
“You don’t know what I want. You don’t know anything about me!
“No! You’re not running away again!”
“Let me go!”
“No! Why are you upset? You’ve been happy these last few weeks, haven’t you? Why are you trying to force yourself to be miserable?”
“Because I don’t know how to be any other way!” Magnus cried.
Zender stepped back in shock, and Magnus felt his eyes burn. God, this was humiliating.
“I…I never had to feel anything in my old life. I was fine. Numb, and then you came along and made everything so cosy and comfortable. I hate it. I hate feeling so soft and vulnerable and having…having things to lose.”
Zender’s face softened in understanding, and he reached out again, Magnus flinched out of habit, but his touch was soft. He rested a hand at his hip, then stroked upwards, over the cures and up to the nap of his neck.
“You’re scared to be comfortable and happy because it’s new.”
“It sounds so pathetic when you put it like that.”
“No, no, Magnus, not at all.”
Zender leaned in close.
“If anything, it makes me furious at the world for treating you so poorly.”
“I was a pretty poor person, too, you know. I killed people for money. I hunted them down. Doesn't that bother you? Doesn’t the fact that I used to be a man bother you?”
Zender shrugged.
“I guess I just struggle to see you that way. When I first saw you, all I saw was somebody down on their luck who needed a little kindness. Then, when I got to know you, I could tell there was more to you than the touch exterior you put on and…I love a good mystery.”
“Well, no more mystery. So I guess I’m not interesting anymore.”
“On the contrary,” Zender said softly, pulling Magnus close. “I find you fascinating, and I love looking after you. I think after everything you’ve been through, you deserve it.”
Magnus felt himself melting into the other man’s embrace. It felt so good not to fight it anymore, to let somebody else hold the reins. Zender’s hand stroked up and down his back, the other held the back of his head against his shoulder. It felt so nice to press their bodies together like this and images flashed in magnus’ mind, of a life here. A quiet one filled with love and simple days of sewing and working together, loving together.
“I don’t know who I am if I’m not a bounty hunter.” Magnus whispered after a while. “Magnus the Andite just…doesn't feel right but it feels like me at the same time. Does that make sense?”
“I think so. You’ve never had the chance to live any other sort of life, but now you do. Why not embrace it.”
Zender leaned back and took Magnus’ face in his hands. Magnus felt his breath hitch, Zender’s dark eyes were staring right into his soul.
“It’s okay to be happy.”
It was such a simple sentence but it made Zender’s eyes burn, this time they weren't tears of frustration though, but happiness. It took somebody else saying it to make it all feel real.
“You can be female, you can enjoy a simple life, nobody is going to judge you for it. It’s okay to start again.” Zender finished and Magnus rushed straight back into his arms.
“I want that.” He choked out. “I want…you.”
Magnus let Zender hold him, and for the first time he fully relaxed into the hold. He embraced the change, the safety and the warmth. It felt so nice to finally let himself enjoy it without any shame. For the first time ever; the future was bright.
~
“Thank you, enjoy the dress!”
Magna smiled as she watched the latest customer walk out, her heart was thundering in her chest and she squealed with excitement as soon as the door closed.
“Zender!” She cried. “Somebody bought it! Somebody bought my dress!”
Her new husband appeared from behind the counter and smiled proudly.
“See, I told you it would fly off the rack. You have a real knack for this sort of thing.”
Magna blushed; it felt wrong to brag, but she knew he was right. Being on the bustier side herself the first thing she’d done once mastering the needle was make herself some better fitting garments. She loved the tight-fitting fabric of her jumpsuit, but she wished it could do more to show off her body. Magna had set about making her own line; mixing the Andite styles together so that women could show off their bodies to the fullest. Tight-fitting body suits with hip windows, plunging necklines and loose fabric mini skirts. The best of both worlds.
“I think this is your best work,” Zender said, running his hands down Magna’s sides, feeling the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips.
It was a simple number, a deep green colour with openings at the hips, chest and back. The colour faded to a lighter shade at the edge, making it hard to tell from a distance what was skin and what was fabric. It gave the illusion of being naked, while fully clothed, and Magna had seen more than a few heads turn each time she wore it. Plus, she loved how wild it made Zender.
He kissed her slowly, letting their lips slide against one another sensually. Magan let herself fall into the action, moving purely on instinct and winding her leg around Zender’s to hold him close. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“We should probably not get too carried away during work hours…” Zender whispered against her lips.
“Why ever not?”
“You are so bad.”
“To the bone.”
Magna kissed him harder, pressing her fingers against his smooth chest. She could feel her pussy getting wet, the fabric cupping it started to grow damp as Zender pushed her back against the counter. Without hesitation she hopped up onto the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist, she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her. It made her hole ache with want. Zender’s hands went to the deep V of her jumpsuit, ready to slip inside when a tinkling bell made them both freeze.
“Oh! Um…sorry, is the sign supposed to be turned off?” A flustered woman asked. “I…I just need some new jumpsuits…”
“Of course.” Zender chuckled, reluctantly turning away from Magna. “Sorry about that.”
“I’m not.” Magna whispered, smiling as she crossed one leg over another.
The woman’s face was teal with embarrassment and Magna couldn’t help but giggle; she loved teasing people like that. Zender, even the professional, snapped right back to work and set about helping the woman find what she needed. Leaving Magna to idling scroll through the morning news. She was only half paying attention when a small headline caught her eye:
‘Bovarian Bounty Hunter Captures Rogue Scientist.’
It was the first time she'd even thought about bounties in months. Ever since she fully shed her Magnus life; she hadn't given Dr Pace a second thought. A quick skin of the article revealed a female Bovarian bounty hunter had finally been the one to take her down. A Bovarian, those cow-like aliens of all things. Never in a thousand years would she have suspected one of them could be a successful bounty hunter.
“Maybe I could have gone back to my own life after all…” She muttered.
It was an idle thought; she expected some degree of wistfulness, but there was nothing. No part of her regretted her decision to stay here with Zender and live a simple life. This Bovarian’s name was going to go down in the history books; she was probably richer than Magna would ever be right now with that bounty under her belt and yet…Magna felt content.
Her life wouldn't be remembered by history; it was going to be one of simplicity, running a little shop with her loving husband. They would never be rich, but they weren't poor either. Their lives were just two of millions of similar, unremarkable existences on this planet. And that made her smile because it was all she really needed.
No amount of money would ever replace the feeling of butterflies in her stomach when Zender kissed her or the contented warmth that flowed through her veins each time they made love slowly on a sunny morning. It was the quiet sort of every day love and happiness she never dreamed was real before Zender and this body.
“What are you reading?”
She looked up to see Zender smiling at her, his customer making their way to the door with bags in hand and a blushing face.
“Nothing important.”
Magna slid down off the counter and let her antenna mingle with Zender’s, sending pleasurable little tingles down her spine.
“I think we should get back to what we were doing.”
“And risk getting caught again?”
Magna giggled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before strutting over to the door and flipping the sign.
“Lunch break.”
“Excellent, I am starving,” Zender purred. “And I know exactly what I want to eat.”
Magnua giggled again and stepped close.
"Oh, really? And what might that be, my love?"
Zender said nothing but guided Magna towards the counter, his strong hands gently caressing her waist.
"You know, I've always found this counter rather enticing," Zender murmured, his voice husky with desire. "It's the perfect height for what I have in mind."
Magna's antennae quivered in anticipation. She allowed him to lead her, her heart racing. That was the thing about love, Magna had discovered. It could make even things they had done a thousand times exciting. Sex with Zender was never dull.
Zender's hands skillfully unzipped her bodysuit, revealing her smooth, green skin. His fingers traced the curves of her waist, making her shiver with pleasure. \
"You're so beautiful, Magna.WHen that customer walked in I just about told her to go away so I could keep going."
Magna's breath quickened as Zender's lips found her neck, his kisses sending sparks of desire throughout her body. She arched her back slightly, inviting his touch, her antennae swaying gently. They brushed against Zender’s as they caressed her face and they both moaned.
With that, Zender slowly lifted Magna onto the counter, the cool surface contrasting with the heat building between them. He knelt before her, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed at her exposed body. Magna's breath caught in her throat as Zender's hands began to remove the rest of the body suit. She lifted her ass off the counter just enough to slip the fabric underneath and then she was naked and spread. He was still fully clothed and the difference between them somehow made this all the sexier. His touch was gentle yet firm, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. He parted her thighs, his fingers deftly stroking her inner lips, making her moan softly.
"Oh, Zender..." Magna's voice was hoarse with need.
Zender's smile was wicked as he continued to pleasure her, his fingers working their magic. He took his time, savouring every moment, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Magna's body trembled, her antennae quivering wildly as the pleasure intensified.
"That's it, my love," Zender whispered.
It was the word love that did it—knowing that she was loved in every way. She came with a quiet shiver and moan. Her body arched, her antennae flailing as she cried out in release. Zender's fingers continued their dance, prolonging her orgasm making her tremble with delight. Zender’s mouth replaced his fingers, lapping at her sensitive folds until Magna was whimpering with pure ecstasy and right on the edge. Only for him to pull back at the last second.
Magna's heart raced as Zender quickly undressed. His erection was hard and ready, standing proudly to attention just for her. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gently guiding her to take him in.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Magna enveloped Zender's length, her body welcoming him. She sighed as he filled her, their connection intense and intimate. Zender's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as they found a rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure through them both.
The counter creaked softly beneath them, adding a thrilling element to their passionate encounter. Zender's thrusts were deep and purposeful, his body glistening with sweat as he drove into her. Magna's moans filled the shop, and idly she wondered if people could see them through the windows. Or if the racks of cloth would protect their decency, then she decided she didn’t care.
Magna's hands roamed his body, caressing his firm arms as she matched his rhythm. As their passion reached its peak, Magna's body tensed, her orgasm building once more. Zender's thrusts became more urgent, his breath ragged as he neared his own climax.
"Together, my love," Zender panted, his eyes locked with hers.
With a final, powerful thrust, Magna's body convulsed around Zender's, and their orgasms collided. They cried out in unison, and Magna let her eyes slip closed to savour the moment. As their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal, Zender gently withdrew, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction. He pulled Magna into a tight embrace, their bodies still entwined.
Magna kept her eyes closed and instead focused on the sensations: the pleasurable afterglow, the warmth of Zender’s skin against hers, the sound of his breathing. She never dreamed she could have such a life, such a love. As Magnus, she’d never even fantasised about the idea. Now, her life was richer than she could have possibly imagined.
Magnus, the tough as nails bounty hunter was no more, all his hard edges had been sanded away and replaced with softness and beauty. What had once made her feel indignant and embarrassed now made her proud. She was glad to have this new life. A warm breeze blew through the window; fresh air, perfumed with flower pollen. There would be no more cold stations or cold nights for her; and Magna couldn't have been happier.
