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Alien Urges & Affection: When Misty Fell for Shell	By : sadarax Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 12612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6 Discoveries
The next morning Misty awoke with a feeling of thorough contentment mixed with excitement from the night before. It had been a blast and wonderful experience at the same time. She laid in bed replaying the events in her mind, lingering on what may have been an hour or more of slow dancing. Sheldon had felt so warm and seemed like a stronger person when he had held her then. Why were boys always so warm when you hugged them anyway? His arms had been comfortable, even if he had stepped on her feet once or twice.
As she remembered more of last night, she frowned slightly at the memory of when Sheldon had told her to go dance with those other boys.
"Oh Shell," she said aloud to herself in the crisp morning air, "You were probably trying to be noble, like some hero or nice guy. Those boys weren't bad looking, but I don't spend time with you for nothing ya know."
Misty honestly felt that she did not value popularity over than friendship. Neither did Jenny when it really came down to it, though she seemed more likely to be temporarily dazzled by the light of such social status. Misty had almost been irritated at Sheldon for what he had said, despite his motivation being her happiness instead of his own. But when she had seen him there, trying to hide his feeling of disappointment that she was leaving to go dance, while he would sit and watch from the sidelines, Misty had once again realized that Sheldon's confidence was not with girls, just machines, action heroes and comics. Maybe Jenny being a combination of all three made her less intimidating to Sheldon?
Nonetheless, when Sheldon had spoken and told her to go, Misty had somehow suddenly understood that she did not wanted to dance with anyone else. She had wanted to dance with him and damned if she had not done just that. She giggled the memory of how nervous he had been when she pulled him up to dance. His shock had been practically adorable.
Thinking about it, Misty had to admit that Sheldon had not known they were on a date. Actually, neither of them had really known, since they had never said exactly what their time together was supposed to be. Misty, with her streak of mischievous prankiness and mystery being aroused, had purposely teased him about the true nature of the occasion, but had never said anything in case it had gone badly. After the battle at the theater, when the idea of dancing had arisen, she had wanted someone more than just a friend. Dancing with a date was so much more than dancing with just a friend. Sheldon had seemed the right choice to dance with, even if neither of them could dance.
Sheldon had not known it was a date, and therefore she could not actually blame him for not defending his date from other encroaching males. "Of course, next time he'll know, so he'd better tell any guys like that to buzz off." spoke Misty aloud with a grin.
Then she blinked in sudden surprise and wondered aloud, "Next time?"
"Yes..." thought Misty after a moment, "there will be a next time." He had been such a gentlemen and he had felt so nice to lean against. She smiled as she recalled the feel of his chest. Even though he had never made a move on her, she rather wished he had tried to kiss her. She squirmed at the thought of that, smiling.
A second after she made the movement, Misty suddenly froze and held very still. Something was different. Something felt odd. Her body felt... strange... down *there*. She shifted again, moving her legs this time. Nothing happened. She shifted again. Still nothing.
"I know I felt something." she thought.
She waited. Nothing happened. She breathed deeply and let all the unnoticed sensations and nerve feelings float to the service of her conscious mind. She knew she had felt something... unusual. But as she strove to bring that sensation to the forefront of her mind, as she felt was that her breasts were quite full that morning. They were just shy of starting to hurt, and she sadly suspect that might start aching a bit later on today.
Unable to locate the feeling, Misty began flexing various muscles to see if she could isolate what sensation deep within her had caught her attention. Being an accomplished martial artist (from a very unique Dojo), she had superb mental mastery of every part of her body. After twitching and flexing various muscles in her middle, she felt it again. Misty's eyes went wide as she realized what it was. Concentrating, Misty flexed a muscle deep within her reproductive system, and felt it twitch at first, then respond by clamping down as commanded. She released control and relaxed, physically anyway.
"That... that was my egg-layer... or my ovipostor as Jen called..." she breathed, looking up at light from outside filtering through the fabric of the tent. "It twitched. That's all."
It was not a completely odd occurrence. Sure, it did not happen very often, but it could happen. Any muscle could naturally spasm after all. But the thought that her uterus was spasming bothered her somehow. It felt as if that meant something. Misty reached down and felt her breasts under bed cover. They still felt odd, strangely full. In fact, they were borderline uncomfortably full, which bothered her too. Her fingers idly brushed over her nipples which caused them to stiffen. Her nether regions reacted to this stimuli with first a tingling, then a distinct growing feeling of moisture.
"Aw come on! I wasn't even in the mood!" exclaimed Misty exasperated.
Still, the wetness was now present and her slightly erect nipples did feel as though they wanted to be touched. Misty gave a growl and whipped the sleeping bag open. If she was going to masturbate, she certainly was not going to do it inside of something that was difficult to wash. Once out of the sleeping bag, she pulled off her now wet panties.
Feeling no particular rush for release, she figured she could do it a little slower than usual. Misty lightly traced her fingertips in an outline of pussy lips, increasing the tingling sensation already present there. The flesh warmed and swelled slightly at her touch. Unconsciously she spread her legs slightly to give herself more access, as her fingers began to speed up, stroking back and for over her increasingly wet folds. The tingling began to transform into waves of soft pleasure that throbbed in time with her pulse.
After getting a good rhythm going, on each downward stroke she began pressing one finger in between her lips, each time exerting a little more and a little more pressure, pushing it farther and farther inside. Soon she was plunging one finger in and out in a regular rhythm up to the first knuckle, when she felt her egg-layer give another spasm. Suddenly remembering the unique body part, Misty recalled the training she had experienced with it and all the stories she had heard about fun uses for it, especially with males.
She idly wondered why she had never tried to use it before when she jilled off and began to concentrate on extending it downwards within herself, while she continued her hand motions, albeit more slowly. After a few seconds, she felt something shift deep inside. Taking deep even breaths, she pushed, feeling the seldom used muscles move. Bit by bit, Misty felt a pressure moving from her womb down towards the entrance of her groin. It pressed against the tight walls of her pink tunnel as it went, and at points the movement caused her eyes to roll with pleasure as nerves were touched deep inside her that her fingers had never before reached.
She might have climaxed from it, if the progress was not so slow. Indeed, it look much longer than she had expected, and Misty silently told herself to exercise the organ more. It was supposedly a distinct source of pleasure after all.
It was odd, yet extremely arousing to watch the soft skin directly above her vaginal lips slowly bulge outwards more and more, until her very pussy lips move by themselves. They pulsed and twitched slowly and very gradually became splayed apart slightly from the pressure moving within her belly.
From the outside, Misty thought that her flat stomach different, as if it slightly bulged outward. She imagined herself being full, as if she had some nice hard cock crammed all the way up inside her. Her thoughts immediately made believe it was Sheldon's penis stuffed into her tight twat. She felt herself growing much wetter as her thoughts progressed, imagining Sheldon filling her up so full.
"Uunnnggg," Misty moaned.
At last, after a good deal of effort and concentration, she felt a soft nip at the tip of her enclosed finger. She had done it. She had extended her egg-layer almost all the way to her pussy lips themselves. It was quite a feat actually. Not only did the movement require considerable muscular effort, but she had not done this in a few years.
She pressed her finger inward, and it slide in with ease, lubricated by her flowing juices. She touched the ring of muscles that formed the "mouth" of her ovipositor, feeling it quiver at the slight pressure. With mental concentration she flexed the ring open for an instant, and thrust her finger inside.
Immediately Misty let out a strangled quite, "AaAaAah!" as sensations overwhelmed her. The column of flesh within her spasmed rapidly over the finger, trying to suck it further side, milking it within its muscular shaft.
She had inadvertently thrust her finger in as far as it would go. These never before touched areas of her femininity, being oversensitive, had reacted strongly to stimulation with a clusters of nerve endings firing all at once. She did not move for a minute, waiting for the chemical rush to subside and her muscle spasms to halt.
After a moment, she calmed down and her head cleared. Misty, still panting, wriggled her finger ever so slightly. It sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her, and at the same time caused her egg-layer to resume milking her finger for an instant. She wriggled again and again, slowly and gently moving her finger around inside herself, sending wave after tremulous wave of pleasure rushing through her. Her egg-layer responded in what was probably a natural reflex sucking, tugging, pulling and milking her finger with every tiny movement.
She called Sheldon's image to her mind and imagined it was his fingers inside her, moving within her, giving her this pleasure. She sucked in her breath and bit down on her lip as she felt the tension mounting, that familiar pressure building inside of her.
"MmmMmph, oh Sh-Sheldon." she moaned.
Images began to blur as sensations became to stronger. Misty's finger swirled in circles within her as her egg-layer spasmed madly over the engulfed digit. Much quicker than she expected, she was ready to cum. As she crested her peak of pleasure, she let out a shriek of pure orgasmic bliss, her back arched and her whole body stiffened as her climax came crashing down on her.
A rush of warm liquid gushed out from inside of her, dribbling down over her hand into a puddle on the bedding below. The spasms continued for over a minute, her breath coming raggedly and her body stiffened with tension. Her conscious mind was lost to the motions and feelings of her hand as the waves of sexual pleasure jolted from her sopping pussy. She was awash in the sensations of thick warm sexual pleasure that pulsed through her body from her throbbing pussy.
Finally, Misty collapsed back on to her back, panting heavily, as the spasms began to dissipate and be replaced by a *very* pleasant warm glow. That had brought her to a power climax much quicker than she would have imagined and she had not even really played with her clit.
"Well that was really fun." thought Misty.
After ten or fifteen minutes of laying comfortably, thoughts began to coalesce inside Misty's mind and piece after piece slowly fell into place. Gradually the situation seemed to fully form before her mind's eyes, as this last experience had reminded her of a long forgotten bit of information. Things were finally starting to become clear to her. This final event had been all she needed to remember, to see it all, to understand what was going on.
She blinked at the sudden revelation, and as she did she thought, "So that's what's been going on with me."
Then she said out loud, "It's mating time."
***
After dancing with Misty for what seemed like hours, Sheldon had returned home and had he barely remembered to pull off his clothes before flopping into bed. After a deep night sleep, the next morning he had awoken, eaten breakfast, and then set about repairing the damage done to the Silver Shell. He quickly found the harm to be nothing critical, just annoying to fix, mostly involving welding, patching, and generally refinishing the silvery outer shell of his robotic automaton.
As Sheldon worked, he realized that he had completely forgotten about the small cluster droids during last night's attack and had been solely concentrating on the droid who had taken Misty prisoner. He knew this because the small foot-soldier droids had emptied barrel after barrel of energy blasts on the Silver Shell's broad back, and he had not even noticed. He had been too intent on manually disassembling the robot that had stolen Misty away.
That thought caused Sheldon to replay the events of last night in his mind. The idea that Misty had been taken away had horrified him far more than it would have a month ago. After she had left the car to fight, he had taken the vehicle a safe distance away and quickly piloted the Silver Shell back to the trouble area. He had arrived in time to watch Misty rip through a few very weak cluster units before she was captured from behind by the vacuum-bot. Even Sheldon, watching from the edge of the theater parking lot, had been surprised at how quickly the droid had moved to attack. Misty had barely a moment to look before she was sucked back inside the metal prison.
Watching Misty disappear had been a stunning shock for Sheldon. As the scene and images had fully registered in his brain, the piercing fear that she was dead torn through his mind for several seconds. Then he thought better of it and without further contemplation he had moved the Shell forward as fast as he could into the battle.
He had attacked the vacuum droid head on, without stopping to look around to see if there was more trouble. He had barely realized he was shouting at the metal creature the entire time. With a piloting skill Sheldon seldom displayed, he had expertly thrown blow after devastating blow into the droid holding Misty prisoner, all the while terror stricken that she was dead, dying or in some kind of awful pain. Only after ripping open the ribcage and abdomen of the automaton had Misty come flying out. All the while, Sheldon had never noticed that the other droids were continuing to attack him, because he had been so focused on saving Misty.
As Sheldon cleaned up the scorch marks, he thought to himself that it was a very good thing he had built the Shell tougher than a tank. In fact, he had been made mostly from a tank, literally, thanks to his father's work overseas. His dad encouraged his son's work with machinery and it was simple for send him any scrap parts that his son asked him for. His job made it so.
Sheldon found himself wondering just how he felt about everything that had happened last night. The intensity of his reaction over Misty's well being was surprise enough. He had felt as if he had lost a dear friend. That showed what he had come to think of her recently. Then of course there were the questions afterward.
First Misty had asked the Silver Shell, and unknowingly had asked him at the same time, if he liked Jenny.
As Sheldon ambled slowly around the garage collecting tools, he chided himself for how he had replied. Being so utterly blindsided by the question had caused him to pause in thought over his answer. What his thoughts had discovered surprised him.
Instead of the name of the first girl on his lips being Jenny's, Misty's name had been there as well. Just when had he started to think about her as more than just a friend? When had she become a *girl* to him? She was pretty, he was quick to admit that. In fact, after everything they had been doing recently, he was starting to think that she was rather hot.
Then Misty had asked him another question, this time about who was the other girl he liked.
Standing in his garage, surrounded by his tools and workshop, Sheldon actually kicked the wall just then in frustration over that question, and promptly stubbed his toe. When he had heard the question, Sheldon had then realized to his horror that he had somehow spoken his thoughts out loud in answer to her earlier query. He had panicked and beat a hasty retreat from both her and his conflicted thoughts.
Following all that had been the time at Mezmers. When he had believed Misty was going to go dance with other boys, to his surprise he found himself feeling upset at the notion. The idea of other boys flirting with Misty bothered him somehow, though he did did not know quite why.
But being aware that she was an attractive teenage girl and being sure she would like to dance with someone, he had done the gentlemanly, and perhaps cowardly, thing by trying to nobly let her leave him and do as she pleased. The thought of letting her go with another boy had hurt, and was the first startling sign that Misty really meant more to him than just a mere companion.
When Misty, in her most surprising move yet, had instead pulled him on to the floor to dance, Sheldon now wondered why his mind had not protested at the idea. Surely dancing with another girl was like cheating on Jenny? Surely Jenny was the only girl for him? She was his metal angel in blue pigtails.
....Sheldon let out a slow deep sigh.
He looked around the workshop before him. His tools were mostly in order on the walls, but there was some clutter still around. He looked at all his parts relating to the Silver Shell that were packed about the garage. He looked at the various benches with random metal works and parts strew upon them. He looked at the gray dust on some of the shelves and boxes and the layer of brown dust on the cement floor. It was his workshop. It was exactly how he had made it... but somehow... it felt... empty.
The day he had met Jenny was the day this workshop of his, the castle of his kingdom, had lost the normal fun and carefree feel he come to know there. His machines were not like her. His metal projects were not like her. She was alive. She was real. She was a robot, no, more... she was almost human. She was human to him. She was a girl for all that it matter to his mind. She made everything else in this place that was machine related seemed dull and lifeless.
The room now, in its still quiet and somewhat dusky disarray mirrored a feeling he hated to experience. He would not allow himself to say what he thought in his mind. He would not speak it. Not say those words that brought his heart low and made his body feel heavy with depression and sadness.
He would make the rather painful admission that... Jenny did not show any attraction or affection for him.
It was not ignore the fact that Jenny did not think he boyfriend material. He was no pretty-boy nor body-builder, but he still hoped to catch her interest somehow. He did know how but he hoped and worked to catch her interest and to receive her attention, affection, and care.
Thus far his efforts had born little or no fruit. But wonder of wonders, it almost seemed that now, maybe against all the impossible and improbable odds, it was *Misty* who was somehow starting to like him. Even as the words formed a clear thought in his head, Sheldon simply could not believe it. It was just too impossible. But Misty had undeniably flirted with him, and was continuing to do so.
The errant thought crossed his mind, "Maybe you should flirt back?"
After a second he shook his head, pushing the thought away. Beyond the fact that he thought Jenny was still the girl who he wanted, he did not know how to flirt with a girl.
"Besides, Misty probably doesn't mean anything by it." assured Sheldon himself. "It's not like she's really interested in me..."
"Still, Misty is kinda pretty...." his thoughts persisted unbidden in his mind.
At this, he shook his head again and shouted, "Repairs!"
Forcing his mind to remain on the task of fixing his robotic suit of armor, he began rummaging around the garage, gathering tools that he would need to fix and restore the Silver Shell's outer casing to its full shining glory. He quickly located regular tools, such as his hammers, welding torches, wrenches, screw drivers and other such implements. However, he electric buffer, which he knew he was going to need that morning, seemed to elude him.
After a cursory search round failed to locate it, he sighed and began rooting through the corners and shelves around the garage. As he moved tools and toolboxes and plain boxes in his search for the device, he came across a dull colored sheet-metal box he had forgot was been there. He halted his looking momentarily and lifted the box onto a nearby workbench.
He looked at the metal chest. It seemed familiar, though really it was just like any other box he possessed. Of course, what was inside such crates is what is important. He undid the box clasp and opened the container. He was surprised at what met his eyes.
The inside of the box was cushioned with soft clean cloths (rather unlike most of the rough shop rags he had). Laying atop the bed of padding was a silver tiara. It was not very ornate, though its curvature and the taper of its loop were beautifully crafted.
Sheldon immediately remembered the metallic jewelry piece when he saw it. He had made it to eventually give to Jenny. He had planned to give it to her for a crown at the school prom in a few years when she was crowned the queen, which of course she would be. There was no way a wonderful girl robot like Jenny could NOT be picked as the prom queen, Sheldon reasoned.
As he gazed at the head-piece, he also remembered why he had not put the gift in a more fitting place, like a truly padded box inside the house. His eyes quickly traveled over the curved metal. It was rather plain looking, though a very nice shiny silver color. He had planned to research artistic patterns and such, then later engrave them into the metal as decoration. He had never finished the project, becoming distracted by other things (namely the Silver Shell himself). He had also forgotten it after he had stored it away.
As he looked at it now, he realized that he could still finish the project. It was very skillful metal work, and with a little more time and effort, it would really make a beautiful coronet for his crush. His hand reached out and touched the metal semi-circlet. It was smooth and cool to the touch. He could even start on it now if he felt like it.
He pondered for a second, thinking whether he really felt like working more on it just then. After a few seconds though, he pulled his hand back. It would be nice to give to Jenny... but she was not going to be back in town for a while yet. The project could wait.
As his hand moved to close the box lid, he idly thought, "I wonder if Misty would look good wearing it?"
He paused his hand, still holding the container open as he looked at the tiara once more. "Hmm," he thought after a second, "probably not her style."
He closed the lid and picked up the box. He put it nearer the entrance in plain view where he would be reminded of it, so he could tackle that project later. He then moved on with his search for the buffer.
He eventually did find his lost tool, and finally he was ready he begin repairing the Silver Shell. As he picked up a ballpoint hammer, he suddenly wondered, "What he could make for Misty?"
She was his friend after all, and he liked making things. Perhaps he could give her a gift to show how much he had come to really enjoy her company and their friendship. He thought for a moment about what he could make her? Perhaps another piece of jewelry? She never wore any that he had ever seen. Maybe she would like some?
Then again, maybe not. He would have to think, and possibly investigate on that choice. Maybe he could make something practical, like some sort of clothing? Decorated boots or gloves? No, that would not do. He was not good at sowing at all (he had never tried).
It suddenly struck him that any sort of clothing or jewelry he made for her might not work well with her mist transformation powers. What if they interfered? Not likely, they would probably just fall off of her. But then again, what exactly were the intricacies of Misty's shape shifting ability? He had never seen her even pause about changing her form with her normal clothes on, but that did not explain much.
"Forget jewelry." muttered Sheldon at last. "What else?"
Something more practical then? A tool? No, an even better idea, a weapon! She would love that. What could he make her? It would have to be cool, something good looking. Maybe a replica of the short sword Sting from Lord of the Rings? That might not be a bad idea. (Sheldon also made a mental note to make Misty watch the trilogy sometime with him).
"But the sword is a bit plain." he mused, "Maybe a Klingon bat'leth? That would be awesome."
If he could build it, it would be very impressive, though it would be a pretty major project.
***
Eventually Sheldon realized that he was standing in front of the thus far unrepaired Silver Sheldon with tools literally in-hand, and all he had done that morning was think girls and presents for them. He shook his head vigorously, and again cried, "Repairs!"
At last Sheldon set to work with his usual mechanical diligence and though he made excellent speed on the repairs, it still took several hours. He was just finishing buffing out the last nicks and dings in the Silver Shell's outer coverings, when there came a ring at the door bell. Perplexed at the interruption, and wondering who on earth would want to see him, Sheldon put down his tools, pulled off his safety goggles and then went to go answer the door.
Opening the entryway, Sheldon found Misty standing on the doorstep bouncing up and down on her heels.
"Hi Sheldon!" she called with unusual happiness, even for her. "Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure." he answered, startled by her appearance. He had not expected her until later in the day.
Letting her inside, he ushered her to the kitchen. "Have something to drink if you want."
"Thanks," said Misty as she made for the fridge. It was of course thoroughly stocked with all Sheldon's favorite types of soft drinks, juices, and even a few sport drinks thanks to his recent training with Misty.
"I gotta clean up a bit. You caught me in the middle of something." said Sheldon has he began to wash up in the sink. Living in the house on his own, every sink in the place had various grease removing soaps as well as normal soap.
"No problem." replied Misty as she sat down at the kitchen table. "Hey, what're you working on? Something cool?"
Sheldon stiffened, realizing that he could not tell her what he was doing, because he obviously could not tell her about the Silver Shell. Yet for some reason, he did not want to lie to Misty about what he had been working on. It was not that the notion of deception sat ill with Sheldon.
It was simply that no one had actually taken enough interest in his life to ever get into a situation where Sheldon had to deceive them about his true actions. That thought almost made him sad and further increased his dislike of not being honest with Misty. She was the first person perhaps ever to show even a passing interest in him.
Sheldon blinked and realized he was taking too long to answer her question.
"Oh nothing, just some cleaning." he said as non-nonchalantly as he could muster.
He gave the answer almost reflexively, without thinking. Misty shrugged and sipped at a sports beverage.
"Sorry to come over so early." Misty piped up shortly. "I wanted to see you again. Got any plans for today?"
Sheldon gave an inward sigh. That was avoided nicely. "No, not really." answered Sheldon as he toweled off his hands. "I was just going to stay at home until you came around. I figured we'd go practice and then maybe do something later."
"Aw, we can practice anytime. Even here in your backyard if we needed. Let's do something fun today, like last night. That was a blast." replied Misty, grinning broadly over at Sheldon.
"Sure, but I can't guarantee Cluster attacks every time we go out." joked Sheldon grinning. Then he bit his lip, realizing he had said 'go out', and he was not sure how she would take it.
Misty however just laughed and said, "Haha, too bad. That fight was a rush. Anyway, where should we go?"
"Wherever it is," said Sheldon standing near the table next to Misty, "I need to go take a shower first. I smell like engine parts." He felt none too clean either with dust and grease being stained into various parts of his shop clothes.
"Aw, you humans make too big a fuss about smells. You smell nice." said Misty, and to prove it she leaned over and sniffed loudly near him. "Kind of rugged, real manly smell." She finished with a grin.
Sheldon blinked and thought, "There's that flirting again. I guess I should try to figure out what type of thing she wants to do today. That'd at least give me an idea about what type of dating we're doing."
"Uh, thanks." replied Sheldon, not sure if Misty was joking, serious, or a combination of the two. "Anyway, it's not just the smell. I feel kind of grimy and I really do need a 10 minute shower. You mind waiting for a bit?"
"Nah, go right ahead." she said.
"Thanks, be right back and then we can find something to do." he said as he got up and headed for his room.
Soon the hot water was humming in the house pipes and Sheldon was rapidly becoming clean again. While she waited, Misty began to look around the house. She was already familiar with the kitchen and the den with the massive plasma screen television and entertainment center. The pantry proved uninteresting and as did the few other rooms. However the bedrooms, especially Sheldon's, proved to be entertaining. Misty, merely glanced into the rooms of Sheldon's parents and saw several potentially interesting objects, but she did not enter, feeling it was impolite to pry into someone's room that she had never met. That left, of course, Sheldon's room and she zeroed in on it.
Misty did not know if there was a standard to which human teenage boys' rooms generally adhered, but she doubted that Sheldon's was a stereotypical example. The room would have been neat, if not for the fact of many possessions crammed into space that was less than adequate. Posters adorned the walls, and a few things hung from the ceiling in decoration. Sheldon had shelves on practically every wall that could accommodate them and every table space seemed to be piled with something, mostly comic books, both of the tradition Western style and the Asian booklet style. Books were on shelves near the entrance, many were sci-fi, and some were fantasy. There did not seem to be any kungfu books though, which was disappointing.
Misty momentarily had a notion to ruffle through the room looking for that stash of porn that every teenage boy was rumored to have. Well, rumored at least among some of the girls she had overheard at school. She wondered what 'porn' was. She was especially curious because it was obviously very secretive and caused a variety of strong reactions in human girls when it was mentioned, ranging from extreme embarrassment, giggles, or indignation.
Feeling a casual search could not hurt anything, Misty went from merely looking to poking around the room a little. She opened the closet and found Sheldon's clothes piled messily in a heap in a corner. They gave off an odor that almost sang Sheldon to Misty's nose. She sniffed experimentally and grinned. Sweat and mechanical odor. That was Sheldon alright. Of course, there was that subtle undertone of human smell that permeated everything here. Sniffing again, of those scents which Misty could sense, the most prominent was the smell of Sheldon's skin and hair.
Suddenly, Misty blinked. She sniffed again. There it was, that strange metal smell, just like from last night. Squatting down, Misty picked through the first few layers of cloths on the pile. Immediately she found Sheldon's discarded shop cloths, and then almost directly underneath them she found his cloths from previous night. She sniffed at them each, and sure enough the smell of that strange metal was on them both, but it was considerably stronger on the shop clothing.
"What's that odd metal smell?" wondered Misty aloud. "I know I've smelled it before, and not on Sheldon."
She sniffed once more, getting a deep breath of all the smells that surround Sheldon. She smiled slightly, knowing that after this she would probably be able to pick his scent out on the breeze if she needed. Pushing that thought aside, she willed her memory to deliver the details of where she had whiffed this strange metal odor before.
"Not at the park. Not in the forest. Not at school...." she listed as she checked off various places. "Not when I came here last night. Not when we drove to the movie, I'd have definitely smelled it in the car. But then Sheldon had it on him at Mezmers, and before there was the fight. But Sheldon left with the car during the battle. The only thing around was the cluster droids and the Silver Shell...."
Misty's thoughts trailed off, remembering strong arms catching her in the air and holding her tightly until she was safely on the ground. That had been the Silver Shell. He had practically hugged her to his massive silver chest while he had deftly dodged enemy fire. Well, while he absorbed enemy fire at any rate.
"The Silver Shell..." whispered Misty in astonishment.
This metal scent belonged to the Silver Shell. But why had it been on Sheldon last night? He had been out of harm's way, and Misty had never seen him close enough to touch the Silver Shell. Furthermore, why did Sheldon's shop clothes smell like they had been rubbed all over the Silver Shell just ten minutes ago? Something was going on here.
"Uh Misty?" came a voice from behind her.
Misty whirled and crouched into a low battle stance before realizing it was Sheldon. He had a towel wrapped around his waist to protect his modest and his hair was wet and out of place. Had he sneaked up on her? No. No, she corrected herself. She had not be listening for him.
"Yeah Shell?" she half stammered, blinking in surprise at his appearance.
"Why are you holding my dirty clothes?" he asked as he stared perplexedly at her.
At his words, Misty looked down to see that she was clutching his work clothes in her hands. She released them immediately, and they fell back on to the heap.
"Uh, no reason." she answered hurriedly.
"Um... okay." he said, obviously too polite to ask more questions. "But uh, could you leave the room for sec? I gotta change."
"Oh, sure." said Misty, and she bustled out.
Back in the kitchen, Misty quickly became deep in thought over what she had uncovered. She recited the string of events.
"The cluster bot attacks the movie theater last night. Sheldon takes the car and leaves for a bit. The Silver Shell shows up. He catches me when I fall. I get a whiff of his scent. The battle ends. The Shell leaves. Sheldon returns a little later. We go to Mezmers. We dance. I smell the scent of the Silver Shell on Sheldon. Today Sheldon smells even stronger like the Silver Shell."
This was a mystery. A mystery that obviously involved Sheldon having some connection with the Silver Shell. Though detective work and deductive reasoning was not her forte, she still tried. Misty's mind worked over the possibilities, striving to make a connection between all the details.
"Maybe he works specially for the Silver Shell, like he does for Jen sometimes? Or maybe he's the Silver Shell's human contact, like Mrs. Wakemen for Jen? ...but why hide it? It's not like there's anything wrong with it. Shell said he knew the Silver Shell. Maybe that's it. Maybe Shell's just been a lot of doing stuff for the Silver Shell lately. Maybe the Shell doesn't want people to know about his human helpers, and that's why Sheldon keeps it secret?"
Misty shook her head. "That doesn't explain why Sheldon smelled like Silver Shell after the battle last night. He didn't have any time to do work on the Silver Shell, 'cause he was gone from when the Silver Shell showed up. And right when the Silver Shell left, Sheldon came back. There wasn't enough time for them to meet and do anything before Shell came back with the car. Even a moment's time wouldn't have put that strong odor of the Silver Shell's metal onto Shell's clothes. ...And he didn't even meet the Shell at all. His cloths weren't dirty or anything.... Something doesn't add up."
At that moment, Sheldon walked through the doorway and came in the kitchen, and interrupted Misty's thoughts. "So, I was thinking we could--" he started, but Misty cut him off.
"Sheldon," she barked as rose to her feet at the table, putting her hands on its surface and looking directly at him. "What's the connection between you and the Silver Shell!"
"Eep!" came the choked response from Sheldon as his heart jumped up into his throat. The corners of his mouth twitched as it fell slightly open. His eyes widened and the color of his face turned slightly pale.
"How do humans do that?" Misty marveled inwardly to herself as she watched the color of Sheldon's skin transform. He looked as if someone were pointing a gun at him. His bottom lip quivered for an instant. Misty did not know if he was afraid, or trying to speak. He stared at her unblinking.
"Star systems, he almost looks cute when he's terrified." remarked Misty mentally.
Misty smiled then, softening her accusing expression, which she just realized she had assumed, and stood up. She visibly made herself look relaxed and then said in a much less threatening tone, "Come on Shell, tell me. I know you two are connected somehow."
After a few seconds, Sheldon let out his breath slowly and then took a step forward towards the table, but stopped still far away from her. Misty's direct question had taken him completely by surprise, her words cutting him to the core and striking at the great anxiety of his secret. She had even looked almost angry at first when she demanded to know about the Silver Shell.
"Um uh, well, you see uh... it's not really like that..." began Sheldon, not sure what to say. Lying to Misty was something he did not want to do, but he could not tell the truth about the Silver Shell, could he?
"Oh, sit down Sheldon. I'm not gonna attack you." said Misty as she motioned him to a chair. She had obviously scared him somewhat with her abrupt interrogation. Why had she asked like that?
After a pause, Sheldon walked forward and sat down at the table across from Misty. She reseated herself as well and then peered at him intently as she waited quietly.
"Um, Misty...?" he asked.
"Yeah Shell?"
"I uh... I don't want to lie to you... but... I don't want you to be angry at me for keeping it secret." he said slowly, still looking at her but not meeting her direct gaze. Did he still want to keep this secret? Could he get out of it? Did he *want* to get out of it?
"Why would I be angry Shell? We all have secrets..." replied Misty. She was *not* mad at him, she realized. She just wanted to know.
"Well uh... you see, I've never had any... never had a gi-... a friend who wanted to know my... secrets...." he continued.
He had found himself almost saying 'girlfriend' instead of friend but had caught himself. Why had he thought the word 'girlfriend'?
"Well, we're friends." said Misty as she nodded her head as if to affirm the fact. She felt something was missing, so she added, "Good friends... friend that can share secrets with each other. I promise I'll keep your's."
"Well, I think I wanna tell you, but..." Did he want to tell her? Sheldon suddenly realized that the idea of Misty knowing who he was.... was not unpleasant.
"But what?" she prompted.
"I don't know if you can keep this secret."
Misty barked out a laugh. "Of course I can Shell. We're good friend. I'll guard anything you share with me."
Sheldon felt the lump in this throat relax a little at her words. She had just twice now said they were friends, good friends as she put it. He knew they were friends but hearing her say it was really nice.
"I know," he continued, now looking around nervously. "But you might have to keep this secret from... other friends, like..." It was *her* that he worried about. She was the only reason he had kept the Silver Shell secret since the beginning.
"Like Jen." finished Misty, guessing who it could only be.
"Yeah." breathed Sheldon as his eyes finally settled on looking down at the table. Could he really do this?
"Aw, come on Shell." wheedled Misty. "It can't be that bad. It's not like you're gonna tell me you're the Silver Shell or something."
Sheldon did not move a muscle and sat absolutely still. He did not say anything either. In the very loud seconds of silence that followed, Misty blinked as she waited for him to assure her that he was indeed not the robot wonder. But Sheldon remained utterly motionless and said nothing. She blinked again... and then she stared at the boy in front of her as the implications started to settle in.
The quiet went on longer. Misty mouth opened wider and wider, as she began to realize what his lack of answering meant. It could only mean one thing.
After what seemed like a very long time, Sheldon finally spoke. "Well... actually...."
"OH MY GOD!" shouted Misty, bursting up from her seat and slamming her palms on the table. "You are KIDDING me! NO WAY! Sheldon, you're the Silver Shell!!?"
Sheldon seemed to shrink down into himself in the chair, almost wilting under her gaze. After a tremulous second's pause, he answered in a low voice that sounded almost sheepish, "Yeah."
Misty's head reeled. The implications of this were staggering. Sheldon is the Silver Shell? Sheldon is an all metal crime fighting robot with a smooth and cool voice and the strength of a titan? Sheldon had gone up against beasts, criminals and robots when normal citizens fled in terror. Sheldon had fought along side of her last night. He had caught her in his arms, albeit metal ones. Sheldon had possibly saved her from Letta and her gang back at Mezmers a few weeks ago. Sheldon, the guy she thought was too weak to defend himself, had been fighting along side of Jenny for months before she even came to earth?
Suddenly, it occurred to Misty that she would have to start seeing Sheldon in a whole new light after this.
With her head still spinning from this revelation, all Misty could think to say was, "Show me."
***
"So cool!" exclaimed Misty for what must have been the fifth time. She was inside the Silver Shell's cockpit sitting in the pilot's seat. "You really built all this yourself?"
"Yeah." said Sheldon, rather embarrassed by Misty's sudden adoration for his handy work.
"Wow Sheldon. I knew you were good with techy stuff, but this is just incredible. I mean, I've seen the Silver Shell take out cluster droids like they were flies. He's ripped stuff in half right before my eyes. You really know how to build 'em." said Misty as she continued examining the various inner and outer portions of the Silver Shell.
After several minutes of inspecting the Shell to her heart's content, Misty climbed down out of the automaton and faced Sheldon again on the ground.
"So," she said putting hands on her hips. "You jumped into gear for the fight last night at the movie didn't you?"
"Yeah," admitted Sheldon as he rubbed the toes of his shoe against the ground, not looking at Misty.
"And you were inside this when the Silver Shell saved me at Mezmers back then?"
Sheldon nodded.
"And all the other times the Shell helped me out?" asked Misty.
Sheldon nodded again.
"Why?" she asked insistently. "Why did you do it Sheldon? Didn't you think I could do it on my own? I mean, I've been a superhero for a long time and I've been around."
"No no." countered Sheldon immediately, looking at Misty and raising his hands to stop that thought. "No, it's not that. I didn't think you were weak or anything... it's just..." He looked away from her again. "I was worried... about you. I, uh, didn't want to see you hurt. I..." he trailed off.
Misty waited, but when he did not go on, she prompted him with, "Yes?"
"I care about you Misty. I mean, I uh... well, I care about you, that's all." replied Sheldon, still not looking at Misty.
Misty blinked. Could it be? Maybe she had not been imagining it. There was silence for half a moment between them as Misty looked hard at the boy in front of her. What did he mean exactly?
As the silence grew longer and Sheldon merely looked rather nervous and would not meet her gaze, but did not say anything, Misty eventually realized she was not going to find out standing there in Sheldon's garage. Furthermore, she remembered, she had come over to him to have fun today!
"Come on Shell," said Misty abruptly grabbing Sheldon by the arm and pulling him next to her. "Let's go do something fun!"
Surprised, Sheldon was dragged from the garage by Misty.
***
"We seem to go have fun a lot!" shouted Sheldon from inside the metal cart that he and Misty were sitting in as it spun on three axes.
"That's what being a teenager's all about!" shouted back Misty before letting out another happy shriek.
They had decided to hit the local fair grounds. It was not exactly the most thrilling experience but Wizzly World was closed for the weekend for maintenance, and the fair was the best option.
"Well, you can't really compare these rides to flying." commented Misty in response to Sheldon's question after the ride. "I mean, after flying in a space ship, any ride would seem boring if you thought that way. You just gotta let yourself have fun though, that's all."
After a series of thrill rides, on all of which Misty had felt it necessary to scream for the pleasure of it, they had hit the prize stands. Misty's impeccable skill with hand to eye coordination put her successfully through several stands while Sheldon did not fair so well. At the hammer smash game, the over-macho guy in line behind them had laughed as Misty took the mallet to give it a try. It was Sheldon who laughed those as the guy's jaw dropped when Misty hit the sensor so hard it cracked.
When they stopped for lunch, Misty's prizes were piled high on a table next to them.
"You know, its normally the guy who's supposed to win all the prizes?" commented Sheldon between bites of pizza.
"Oh? Why's that?" asked Misty.
"Well, normally he gets them for the girl he's with." replied Sheldon.
"Oh, so you want to win some for me then?" quipped back Misty immediately, flashing a bit of that mischievous smile of hers.
Sheldon spared a second's time to look at his food and think, then he looked and answered resolutely, "Yeah, I would!"
After all, he was here to have fun with her and he wanted to show her that he was enjoying her company. Besides, it was the thing a cool guy would do and she was a pretty girl.
Misty was a little surprised by his answer. She had half expected him to blush at the insinuation she had made.
"Is that some type of courtship ritual in your species? The male giving gifts to the female?" asked Misty before taking another bite of her own pizza.
"Well, not exactly." answered Sheldon. "It's more of a... well, I don't know. It kind of depends on their relationship. If they're courting, not actually dating, it's a sign of interest you might say. If they're already dating, it's sort of an affirmation of continued interest."
"Hmm," said Misty munching on her pizza. "How do you humans start courtship? Do the males start it?"
Sheldon blinked in mild surprise at the way the conversation was going. But he did not mind answering, so he said, "Usually, but nowadays girls can start it too. I remember when Jenny wanted to ask a boy on a date for the Sadie Hawkins dance a few months back, and she went with the Silver Shell."
"Oh really?" said Misty smiling with eyes half lidded at Sheldon.
"Well, it was just because her mom said she couldn't go with any boys. And the Shell wasn't technically a boy, so..." stammered Sheldon under her gaze.
"Not technically," agreed Misty with a grin at him.
She had not stopped smiling about discovering that Sheldon was the Silver Shell since they had left his house. It just made him seem so different to her. He was not the rather clumsy human he appeared to be at first glance, and he was not as timid as he appeared either. He may have been hiding it from the world, but he had a lot more nerve than people gave him credit for.
However, she was interested in this topic at the moment and steered back to it. "So, a girl can initiate a courtship ritual in your culture?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess." said Sheldon. "It's not really that formal anymore. It used to be about 200 years ago. But things have changed so much now that really anyone can do it. And there's no real ritual you have to follow, just a bunch of general guidelines, though girls seem to like it when you do because it's more romantic."
"So, how does a boy let a girl know that he likes her?"
"Um, well he tells her somehow I guess.... I mean, well, there's flowers and cards and sometimes chocolate. But it's all the same thing, he eventually tells her that he likes her somehow."
"How does a human girl let a boy know she likes him?" asked Misty as she looked over the rim of her drinking cup.
"Uh... I don't know really. I've never had one tell me before. She probably just tells him that she likes him somehow too."
"Hmm," replied Misty as she sipped at her drink. That answer was not as detailed as she had wanted.
Sheldon went back to eating his pizza. He was in the middle of taking a drink from his soda, when Misty asked him another question. "How does a human girl tell a boy that she wants to have sex with him?"
Sheldon gasped in surprise at the question, unfortunately taking in liquid instead of oxygen. He choked for several seconds as his lungs rejected the carbonated beverage. Misty, quite concerned, came over to put a hand on his back, but did not know what more to do. After a moment, Sheldon stopped coughing and wiped his mouth.
"Misty!?" gasped Sheldon at her when he could breath again.
"What?" she blinked back at him as she sat down next to him again in her chair.
"How can you just say something like that!?" asked Sheldon shocked as he stared across at her sitting so calmly in her seat.
"Did I ask it wrong? Should I've said 'mate' instead of 'sex' or 'fuck'? I don't know many of your words for that sort of thing..." Misty replied in a completely serious tone.
Sheldon blushed as he heard Misty say those two words. "No, it's not that. I mean, you're not supposed to ask a boy about that sort of thing. I mean, you're a girl!"
"What's that have to do with it?" asked Misty, her suddenly voice tinged with indignation.
"Well, you know.... boys don't ask girls about sex, and girls don't ask boys about sex. It's just that way." answered Sheldon.
"It is? That's kind of silly. You both have sex together don't you?" replied Misty.
"Well, yeah. But it's...." he trailed off, realizing that he did not know why it was such a social taboo to openly discuss sex between the two genders in high school. "Anyway, it's kinda odd. It's not really wrong or anything, it's just... well, you just don't do it."
"Oh..." said Misty.
The conversation lapsed into silence for a second. Misty stirred the liquid in her beavage cup a few times, staring at the bubbly drink. Then she looked up at Sheldon, though not making eye contact, and continued.
"But I sort of have to ask you Shell. I mean, I can't ask Brad 'cause he'd try to put on some macho suave act. And Jenny doesn't know anything, at least nothing I can't get in a textbook. So I gotta ask you Shell."
Sheldon's face, already red from choking, deepened slightly in shade. This was rather embarrassing to talk about, and what was worse they were in public. Well, public in the respect that they were in the fair grounds, but there was no one within 50 feet of them where they were eating. The fair was not crowded that day. No one was going to hear what they talked about, but it was still in public.
"Misty, why do you want to know this?" hissed Sheldon in a sudden whisper.
Misty looked away from Sheldon then, gazing back into her drink and shifting on her seat. She was silent for a second before answering, "I just wanna know, okay?" She looked up then and peered Sheldon directly in the eyes. "How does a girl tell a boy she wants to mate with him?"
Sheldon felt himself become slightly erect at the thoughts which such words implied. His underwear suddenly felt uncomfortable, and he found his mind wondering just what boy Misty was planning to use this information on.
"I really don't know." he answered at length. "I guess... if she knows him well enough, she just tells him that...." He tried to sound casual about it, in an attempt to cover up the mild embarrassment of the whole situation.
"Oh," said Misty.
They were silent for a while, each chewing their food and lost in their own thoughts. Sheldon's thoughts in particular were rather uncomfortable. Not being completely without imagination, he wondered if Misty could be asking about this because she planned to tell some boy that she wanted his body. If she were planning on that, then logic dictated it was probably a boy she knew, and as far as Sheldon was aware, he was the only boy she really hung out with besides Brad, with Tuck being too young to count. True, it was possible that she was planning to throw herself at some young hunky boy at school, but he found this unlikely when Misty's personality was taken into account. There was also the possibility that she was learning this to use on Brad when he returned. Sheldon thought this theory had some merit, but still found it unlikely.
That left two possibilities, one being that she really did not have a particular reason for why she wanted to know this. The other possible reason being that she planned on telling Sheldon himself that she wanted to have sex with him. Beyond the rather biting fact that Sheldon felt he was destined for failure with any non-metal girls in real life, he thought it absurd that a girl like her would want him. He was upbeat and confident, not blind. He knew he was no pretty boy or macho hunk. This fact had only ever bothered him when he considered that Jenny seemed to like such guys.
In the end, Sheldon simply pushed the thoughts aside, concluding that either there was something critical he did not know, or simply that he probably should not care about the whole thing.
***
The two teens did not go on any many more rides after that. Misty said her chest was starting to feel a little sore and she didn't want to get jostled around more. She seemed disappointed by the fact, but the pain was obviously something she could not ignore. They spent a little while looking through exhibits and through the animal pens. Misty showed remarkable interest in the animals, having never seem most of even the common ones before. The baby animal exhibit also proved to be a big hit with her, as her inner girl seemed to come out in "Oohs" and "Awws" over the small baby fluff balls. For his part, Sheldon simply had fun hanging out with Misty and watching her act rather more girly than he was used to seeing the confident purple teen as she petted kittens, puppies, baby rabbits, and some other barn yard animals.
They eventually returned home in the early evening, and began a hasty practice in Sheldon's back yard. The practice was mostly uneventful, except that Misty seemed to occasionally cut her moves short of their full motion. After the tenth or eleventh time, Sheldon asked, "What wrong Misty? You're not practicing right."
Misty, normally ready with a response, took several seconds to answer, and when she finally did, she look away from Sheldon, a frown on her face. "I'm not feeling well, that's all," was all she said.
Sheldon blinked, then asked, "Um, do you want to go see a doc--"
"No." she cut him off. She crossed her arms over her chest, still not looking at him. "I'm just a little sore for some reason." Misty realized she was being vague and a little curt in her responses, however it was a slightly embarrassing problem.
Sheldon did not know what to say. Misty seldom mentioned whenever she felt pain, even after some minor injury during her crime fighting. It must be quite painful for her to allow it to affect her.
"Well, if you're sore, you should probably let your body rest. Why don't we call it an early night? We'll just do double work tomorrow."
Misty was again quiet for a bit before answer. "Okay." she finally replied.
***
Misty departed from Sheldon early that evening. When she arrived home, she immediately pulled off her shirt and then her bra, cupping her sore breasts in her hands. They were tender to the touch and any pressure on them was uncomfortable. This was not like the aches before. Those usually only lasted a few hours. This had been going on for almost 8 hours by now, with no sign of stopping.
She had awoken that morning with heavy pressure, near pain, but had gritted through it. While she had genuinely enjoyed the fair rides just for the fun of them, she had been extra enthusiastic and energetic to try to forget about the pain. It had worked until she pain started to get worse after lunch time.
Since Misty really felt like doing nothing except moving as little as possible, she slipped into bed early and laid down trying to go to sleep. This proved a difficult task as the dull aching made her uncomfortable and her thoughts were less than tranquil as well. Sheldon occupied her mind that night, but not as a some fantasy lover. Instead he was his normal self, but she now contemplated him with much more potential love making than ever before.
"So Shell's the Shell?" breathed Misty as she lay in bed. "Star systems, I should've seen that one sooner."
The fact that Sheldon was in reality the Silver Shell seemed to make him seem so... so different to her. She did not know how to describe it other than that. He was everything she had known him as before, but yet there so was much more now.
Sheldon's ability to construct such a mechanical achievement had not surprised her. He had demonstrated to everyone in the past a spectacular talent for machinery. No, what really had surprised her was that underneath his geeky, previously acne ridden exterior had been a hero in disguise from the whole world. Misty could now think of Sheldon as courageous and brave, to go into battle like he did. The thought of him fighting made him seem much more manly than she had ever considered of him before.
Brad may have liked to tag along with Jenny to get in on the hero's life, but Sheldon lived it. He was a super hero in a way that was completely his own! And yet Sheldon was still a teenager living his teenage life, pursuing his teenage dreams, and crushes too.
Misty realized that Sheldon was so much more like Jenny than either girl had given him credit for. He was living the life of a superhero, albeit not actively like herself or her metal friend, but he was a superhero nonetheless. He also had the teenage life that both of the girls worked so hard to keep as well. He had to deal with his own set of problems in high school, namely bullies. And of course, he had his troubled love life, Jenny.
Misty could just not get over the fact Sheldon, her little Sheldon, was a crime fighting superhero.
"Mine?" wondered Misty aloud when it registered to her what she had thought.
Sheldon was not spoken for, not by any means. Jenny had made it clear that she had only friendly interest in him, not romantic. There were certainly no other girls that either of them knew about that had designs on Sheldon. No, he was not spoken for, but for some reason Misty felt she almost had a claim on him.
"He's my friend after all." she remarked.
But it was more than that, and even as she voiced that last comment aloud, she knew it. Ever since she had first laid her hands on his chest and touched his skin, and then she had masturbated to the idea of Sheldon touching her, she had felt different about him. True, those first several nights of fantasies had not sealed anything. They were still just friends after them.
But night after night (and mornings too), she had started to wonder just what Sheldon would really feel like and why thoughts of him gave her such a rush. Then there were the massages too. She had never touched anyone like that before, not since she had first learned the healing technique. From the start Sheldon had rapidly become someone close and very special to her, even if neither of them had meant it to be romantic.
The thought occurred to her that she might be a little shallow, now that she seemed to like Sheldon more after she knew he was the Silver Shell.
"No," she chided herself, "I started to like him even before I knew he was the Silver Shell."
It was true. She had flirted with him, danced with him, and even told him he was cute. The fact that Sheldon was moonlighting as the silvery metal hero just enhanced what she had come to already like.
She cursed her seemingly incessant need to masturbate. Of course now she knew what part of that had meant. She was going into heat. Extended heat actually. That meant she needed to find something better at relieving her sexual tension than just her fingers.
The thought that she would need to seek a love companion slightly scared Misty. She had faced many foes, terrible and fearsome, but the prospect of having to find someone for regular physical intimacy was a new type of challenge. She might have felt indignation or irritation at being forced to choose a mate, except that all the females on her planet had to choose one eventually. It was just a fact of life for her species.
When Misty thought about what she could do to solve this problem, there was really only one answer. She had to find a mate, and probably quickly, if she ever wanted to get some relief. She would start to feel anxiety and uneasy at being alone if she remained single for long enough, on top of being regularly horny.
Unfortunately, finding a mate was no easy task. She could immediately strike out on a journey to find someone suitable, but that was wrought with problems. She could think of no world that would offer her a reasonable host of compatible males except her own world.
But her home world was literally galaxies away, and the rapid means of transport that had brought her to this arm of the milkyway was not easily found to take her even part of the way back. Even if she could find some way to go back like she had come, it would still take probably a year or longer. She had been moving with the Teen Team for a long time before stopping at earth. On top of all of that, even if she got to her home world in spite of the delays, she would not necessarily quickly or easily find a some nice boy to tuck into bed with for an extend while.
So, leaving earth to find someone to be her life companion was not a great option. In fact, it practically was not an option. If leaving was no good, then staying was the only alternative. The prospect of actually mating with some human male did not repulse Misty in the slightest. After getting to know these humans, she had found that the boys here were cute. After many lust fantasies, Misty had come to think that some were very cute. Some were almost nice, like Brad and Sheldon.
"Sheldon..." breathed Misty again.
She needed a mate and it had to be a boy here on earth. Misty's troubled thoughts echoed the boy's name as she finally dropped off to sleep, finally forgetting the ache in her breasts that had not lessoned even yet.
***
After Misty had left, Sheldon went to take a shower and prepare himself for bed. All the while his thoughts were a jumble of questions and ponderings. Misty's questions over their pizza lunch had bothered him. He had no problem informing her, but the possible motives she had for asking those questions pricked at his mind without resolution.
Why did she want to know? He asked himself this over and over again, and every time he came up with the same two conclusions. Either she really had no reason, or she was planning on talk to him about sex, and to Sheldon's mind that last thought was simply impossible. Or at least, he told himself it was impossible. He liked Jenny after all, and Misty could not possible like him.
But as he turned on the hot water in the shower and stepped in, he could not help wondering, "But what if she *does* like me?"
This thought had been bugging him for the last two days especially. It bugged him because he had no clear and absolute answer for how she felt about him, and everything was further convoluted by the fact that he was not sure what he wanted her to feel. What Misty was to him, was something he could not neatly quantify.
Misty had laughed and hung out with him all that day, and she had hung out with him tons the days before. She had gone to see a movie with him, gone to dinner with him more than once, and she had danced with him. He had even held her in his arms, and she had told him he was cute. Misty even knew his secret now. She knew he was the Silver Shell, and she had made it clear she was impressed with him.
Jenny, even at her friendliest times, had not done even one of these things with him. Of course, she did not know he was the Silver Shell, but that should not have mattered. Misty had spent time with Sheldon and been nice to him far before she knew he was a metal clad hero of the city. Jenny did not spend time with him, she did not laugh at his movies. Well, not usually anyway. She had never come over and asked to go do something fun together. But Misty had... she had....
"So what if she likes me!" blurted out Sheldon to himself, as the hot water of the shower continued to dump over his head.
With all the flirting Misty had done, especially recently, it seemed likely she might like him. What did it mean, indeed, if she was starting to harbor or *already* harbored feelings of interest for him? Misty's curiosity over human courtship and sex came back to his mind. It had seemed to come up so casually, but yet she had pressed him with questions. Questions about... sex.
Grabbing the soap in the shower Sheldon scrubbed himself as he thought of the word. Sex.
He had feelings about sex, but they were certainly anything but clear. Sex was the great adventure that every healthy teenager was fascinated about. Like any teenage boy he was more than just interested in the subject, but experience had taught him the only girls that seemed within his reach were from comics and cartoons.
The idea that Misty was inquiring about sex so she could ask him for some returned to his mind. Sheldon had to admit that even if he were a more handsome and attractive boy, a girl asking a boy for sex was a distinctly odd thing. It was normally the other way around, though it did happen on occasion. That aspect made the whole idea seem even more improbable. And yet....
Sex with Misty was something Sheldon had thought about, especially since those dreams. Dreams of Misty. They were random sometimes, many dreams are. But there were several where she had removed his shirt, and given him a hands on massage and things... things tended to become far more physical from there. He had experience *that* type of dream with his purple alien friend more than once.
His thoughts drifted to Misty's lovely body with her flat stomach and her midriff that he secretly thought was so cute and attractive. Her soft purple hair that was not very long, yet not short. Beautiful yet spunky, just like she was. And her big shapely eyes. She was very attractive, and Sheldon even being a complete novice at sex did not make him desire it with a girl any less. Misty would certainly be quite the girl to do it with if she were willing.
Sheldon suddenly shook his head as the water cascaded over him. The girl he really wanted was Jenny. The girl he really wanted to have sex with was Jenny XJ9 Wakemen. He wanted to...to.... His thoughts trailed off as images of carnal acts with the lovely robot girl came to his mind. He had a wealth of them from his accumulated fantasies. Jenny naked, her standard skirt and outfit gone, revealing her sleek and curved under-armor. A pair of pert lovely white breasts, her flat milk white tummy, sexy long slender legs and the marvelous curvature of her ass. He pictured her bending over at the waist, showing off her fine behind, giving him an eye full of her 'access-ports'.
As his imagination dwelled on this very pleasant image, suddenly an image of Misty, resplendent in her bare lavender skin, jump into his mental vision. Sheldon's mind did a mental double take as his conscious thoughts noticed the purple girl now filling his hormone's center stage. A few more images of Misty followed. One of her bending over like Jenny had been. Another of her on all fours, with her ass up in the air, shaking it had him alluringly.
Sheldon blinked his eyes against the water and shook his head to clear away such thoughts, though one or two more quite provocative images of Misty followed. Despite enjoying the mental eyeful, he did not like where that was going. Unbidden dreams were one thing but... well, there was nothing wrong with thinking that Misty was very pretty. Still actively thinking of her like...
He glanced down at his middle and abruptly realized he was sporting a full erection. Where had that come from? Well, okay, he knew where, but he was nonetheless surprised. He had not been feeling particular aroused or thinking particular hard about the girls, had he? Those images had been brief and he had not dwell *that* long on them. Despite the hard-on even now, he did not actually feel all that aroused nor did he really feel like beating off right then.
All this thought about Misty and Jenny and sex. Sheldon had never really let himself be trouble by the notion that Jenny might be not be made to have sex. He simply refused to let the concept be a problem, assuring himself that she either could do it, or that she could be made capable of sexual intercourse. He felt quite at ease with the idea of being a robo-sexual, and copulating with his milky white skinned angel. Jenny was the girl he wanted.
But did she want him? .... Did she? ....No, he hated to admit that she did not want him... yet. Always he told himself 'yet', hoping he might win her affection someday. He had been at it for a long time, and it had been mostly without triumph. In fact, it had been mostly composed of failure and unhappiness. Sure he and Jenny were still friends, but his love was still unrequited.
Suddenly, an unbidden thought jumped into his mind, "How would Misty feel if she wanted you but you said you're only interested in Jenny?"
That thought gripped his attention with a striking intensity. He well knew what it was like to experience unrequited feelings for another. To feel longing but receive no response. To offer the gift of ones feelings, however awkwardly they might be presented or unworthy they may be, only to have them turned away. Could he do that to some girl? Would he do that to some girl? To Misty? If she did like him, and she told him, could he tell her he was not interested? Would he be interested if she offered, not even sex, just being his girlfriend...?
Now there was a thought he had never let himself have before. What if some girl did like him? Sheldon had no answer for that. Any girl could mean anyone and anything. But what about Misty? What *if* she liked him?
"Do I like her?" he wondered aloud.
Even before he asked the question, he knew the answer was not 'no'. That did not even take any thought. He found her attractive. He idly wondered if his being attracted to other girls lessoned his love for Jenny. However a moment later he concluded it probably did not, since no other girl accept Jenny had occupied his thoughts and hopes and dreams. Well, maybe no girl until Misty. She had been his dreams, if perhaps not so figuratively.
And had she not also been in his hopes? Had he not wanted to dance with Misty, even if he had not known it? Had he not wanted to be the boy she spent time with at Mezmers?
So, if he did not dislike her, did it mean that he liked her?
"Oh this is so confusing..." moaned Sheldon as he shut off the water and got out of the shower to dry.
Feeling all the more tired after his introspection, Sheldon decided to leave the issue for the night and get some sleep. It was not like he had to figure everything out right away. Misty was not going to stop being his friend any time soon, and in fact it looked like she was going to keep hanging around. Jenny was certainly not going to go anywhere either. He had time to sort out his feelings and time would let him know if he had any reasons for feeling the way he did.
As he tucked into bed, the purpled haired ninja girl seemed to come unbidden to dance behind his closed eyelids. "Misty..." he breathed as he dropped off to sleep. She would be in his dreams again that night.
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