“Ah fuck, I’m cumming!” Shouted Elle, as Nem was pounding away at her ass. The two of them had been fooling around for a few hours now, as she had figured out that her mutant friend had no noticeable refractory period. Along with this, she found out that she could always get him to do something with her, regardless of the situation.

Elle threw her head back as she shot her load all over her belly, for what felt like the millionth time now. In actuality, it had only been about ten times so far, but they all blurred together for her after the fourth orgasm. 

But she had yet to stop feeling horny, and despite expecting her balls to feel sore, they didn’t. It was strange, but she wasn’t going to complain.

Part of this was from being with someone she seemingly liked, while another large part was from the mutant himself, who with careful psionic manipulation had been keeping her mind in a horny state and had her balls overproducing semen unbeknownst to her. 

Though he wasn’t pure evil, so he had her drinking a good amount of water after every orgasm.

Part of him still felt bad and wanted to tell her what he was doing. But she kept begging for more before he could even get a word in, which was hard enough as it is since he had to relearn how to speak with his repaired voice modulator, having not really done so in years upon years.

Regardless, the two were technically enjoying themselves, and that was all either of them could ask for at the moment. Otherwise, it would just be them tuning into one of the numerous stations they could receive for music and listening for hours, or something else that would probably be way less fun than having sex.

Nem slowly pulled his cock out of Elle, just idly facing her. He was able to see her, but for him it was more of a combination between infrared and ultraviolet, than actual eyesight. It made sense at least, given he had been heavily modified under the false promise of fashion only to find out he was being modified into a super soldier.

It still didn’t sooth the pain within him of being led under false pretenses to sacrifice his own humanity.

He decided to let Elle have a break, as while he could keep her turned on and willing to breed, she should probably eat at this point.

“Food” Was all Nem would say at first.

“C’monnnn, I know you want to fuck my ass more, you naughty perv!” Elle would say with a bit of a whine, seeming to be almost drunk on lust.

“You should eat.” Nem would respond.

“But you know much I love having your cock in me. I thought you wanted to breed me all the time anyway!”

“Food. Then fuck.”

“Oh fine, you win this time. But you’re fucking me until I tell you to stop afterwords, got it?”

Nem would give a simple thumbs up and emit a soft warble, waiting by the door for her. The two would head out and down the hall to the kitchen.

The kitchen aboard the Green Bullet used to be about two and a half crew quarters. However, once Elle found that crate full of worker drones, she no longer needed most of them and tore down all but eight of the seventy that were remaining on this half of the ship.

Given the estimated original size of the ship, there were likely between 120-140 crew quarters at one point.

Of the sixty two she tore down, the first two were made into walk in closets, a whole forty were turned into extra cargo space, while the final twenty were turned into various areas.

Utilizing two rooms each, she managed to construct such things like full size kitchen with shelving and pantry, a dining area able to seat up to eight, two full size bathrooms with the works, including both a shower and bathtub, a decent size library, a living room, gymnasium, workshop, hydroponics bay for growing various items, and an office of sorts.

Though Elle will happily admit, she never uses the last one.

They’d finally arrive, and Elle would set to work assembling a spicy qilka sandwich. In her mind, qilka was similar to chicken, as was the consensus across the rest of the galaxy. Only it was way easier to get, being lab grown and all. It also seemed to have the ability to adapt and taste better as you’re eating it, which always perplexed her.

Come to think of it, there seemed to be a lot of similar tasting foodstuff across the galaxy. But then again, there were plenty of humans too. So many in fact that it had gotten to the point where nobody even knew the true origin of humanity anymore.

Elle finished assembling her sandwich, having put on some sliced-up peppers she harvested from her hydroponics bay a few days ago, along with some sliced rings of nokul filling in for onion, and a couple slices of cheese, finally topped with a bit of hot sauce for some extra heat.

One could argue that it was a rather simple sandwich, but it always hit just the spot for her. She could very well cook a far more complex dish if needed, but for now, this would suffice.

As for Nem, he would just grab a handful of lumire berries and squeeze their juice out into a cup of hot water. With the juice of the glowing berries having an effect chemically similar caffeine and mixing it with water being equivalent to a cup of coffee.

It was far more widespread and preferred than coffee nowadays, as it was stupidly easy to grow, to the point where even they had couple of small lumire bushes within the hydroponics bay, alongside some other things.

While it wasn’t exactly a comfort meal, Nem likes to call it a comfort drink, since it seemed to hit the right spot for him, just like Elle and her sandwich.

As Nem took a sip, he relished in the flavor. It was a sweet, slightly tangy flavor with notes of berries and citrus, as one might expect. Though the mutant would be lying if he said he wasn’t hungry, and he began looking through the kitchen for something to eat.

He'd end up finding some leftover fried savorum cakes in the fridge and went to heat them up. Savorum happened to be a descendant of potatoes, which had seemingly gone extinct at some point several centuries ago. Bulbous, golden-brown, and possessing soft, fibrous skin that peeled away easily when roasted. Its flesh has a warm orange hue, much like sweet potatoes but denser and more resilient.

Once they had been reheated, the mutant sat down and began idly munching on them. As the two of them ate, Elle decided to ask a question.

“How’d you end up with an artificial voice box anyway?”

“Accident.” Was the mutant’s simple response.

“Accident?” Elle would question.

“Accident.”

Looks like she wouldn’t be getting any more info than that. She would finish her sandwich in silence, before heading back to her room.

Once there, she’d lay down in bed. Though a few moments later, she’d find her hands idly rubbing around her junk a bit. While her hands could do the job for her, she had sex toys for a reason, and she’d happily use any of them whenever she felt the urge.

She moved over to a nearby storage crate and opened it up, revealing her varied collection. Some were dildos, some were fleshlights, some vibrators, even a couple of sounding rods. She’d pick one of the fleshlights at random, not wanting to deal with prepping herself for any of the dildos currently, along with some lube.

Elle would lay back down in bed and got to work prepping the fleshlight, squirting in a generous amount of lube, before softly rubbing the opening against her growing erection.

“Mhhh, yeah.” She would say with a bit of a moan.

She’d tease herself for a couple of minutes, just slowly rubbing the toy against her shaft as she began working herself up. Being horny was strangely easy for her, and although she didn’t know why, she did enjoy it once she began to explore it during her teen years. 

She also seemed to be able to vividly fantasize any kind of scenario within her mind at almost any moment. Anything from being ridden by a giant alien dragoness, to being milked by a slime creature or being fucked in the wild by male Daggerclaw with their twin cocks destroying her insides, even having sex with a Nakonian, a species known for being rather openly sexual in nature.

She always considered their kind, especially males, to be the perfect fuckbuddy. From their strange, prehensile, equine-like cocks, to their rather thick and hefty asses and spout-like mouths that seemed perfect for amazing blowjobs. It’s no wonder their kind are a common sight in places like brothels, strip clubs, and the likes. Always showing off their beautiful body, ranging from blues to purples and even pinks in some instances. 

All these thoughts really got Elle going, and she immediately pushed her cock into the fleshlight, beginning to thrust into it. She moaned out loud, her mind vividly imagining one of these Nakonian males with their thick and juicy asses, just bouncing up and down upon her cock eagerly.

Seems all these thoughts were getting her more riled up than she intended, because she could already feel herself reaching her point of climax and had to slow herself down before she ended up cumming. However, her mind wasn’t slowing down, and she swore she could actually feel said imaginary Nakonian male riding upon her cock, almost able to hear the wet slapping sounds of his ass smacking against her lap.

It was proving to be too much for her, and despite her efforts to pull back, she’d end up going past the point of no return.

“Hnnng, Fuck… Ahhh!” She would moan out, thrusting into the toy at a rapid pace as she hit her orgasm, and began cumming into the toy. Her legs would kick about and her whole body seemed to tremble with raw pleasure as she quickly filled the toy with her load. Since it was closed off at one end, her own cum would end up leaking out of the fleshlight and trickle down her balls.

Once her orgasm finished, she grabbed a nearby towel to clean herself up with, before rinsing the toy out and putting on some clothes. From there, she made her way to the bridge to check on the progress of their current journey.

They still had several hours at their current speed before her ship reached its destination from the look of it, so in the meantime, she decided to head back to her room. The ship had integrated autopilot after all, she didn’t need to constantly sit within the bridge all the time. Though had she looked closer before leaving, she may have noticed the autopilot had just gone offline.

It seems that Nem had gone to bed at some point after eating and was surprisingly in his own room this time. “Perhaps all that sex earlier did tire you out.” Elle would say to herself, chuckling a little bit.

She soon grew bored sitting around, and while she could keep pleasuring herself to pass the time, even she would get tired of such things after a while. That didn’t stop her from doing it a few more times though, before putting on her jumpsuit and deciding to wander through her ship for a bit. As she was walking, she began reminiscing on how far the Green Bullet had come.

Elle, with the help of CAS-17, and her worker drone crew, had broken down and recycled nearly all of the derelict ships and debris within her inherited scrapyard over the course of a year. Some internal issues with Hikon higher-ups had forced the company to pause its actions, and all of the hired ships sat by idly, doing their own thing pretty much. She’d use the now raw materials to further refine and strengthen her vessel overall, patching up any and all of the holes her hull had.

She decided to extend it by an additional hundred or so meters, which allowed her to add a third electromagnetic container clamp, as well as an additional pair of maneuvering thrusters, a proper long-range comms array, and a secondary reactor for redundancy’s sake. It left her ship now at about seven hundred meters in length.

Nem seemingly assigned himself to monitor the various signals the comms array picked up, and she’ll admit he does a surprisingly good job at it. Having him operate it allowed her to keep radio contact with both her shipping company and whichever station or planet she was delivering cargo to. 

As she was searching through her scrapyard, she found an old corvette with a bunch of retractable defensive turrets within it. Ten turrets in total were salvageable, which was perfect for her as it would likely be just enough to make any common pirate think twice about attacking her.

Installing them was a pain, but having to clean and repair them beforehand was a nightmare, one in which all the other nonfunctional turrets and weapons systems she had were broken down and stripped for parts. Given they were at least a couple centuries old by her estimate, it was all she could do short of looking for ancient used and worn-out parts, or outright aftermarket and probably illegal parts.

In the end, she got her vessel’s new weapons grid operating just fine, and even managed to repair and implement the targeting computer out of another scrap vessel she found, so she wouldn’t have to worry about manually aiming all of them, and that should’ve been the end of her weapons upgrade.

However, along the midpoint of her modifications, some freighter captain who previously worked with her a few times thought it’d be funny to give her a heavy pulse cannon under the guise of a gift, the kind you’d normally see on a military frigate, or possibly even a small battlecruiser. They just dropped it off near her scrap yard one day, no reasoning given.

Where they could’ve possibly gotten such a high-grade weapon eluded her, but not one to back down from a challenge, she went through all the trouble to install it. She was lucky her past self had chosen to add an additional fifty meters and a second reactor, as she was able to mount the massive weapon up top and properly power it.

Fine tweaking of it proved cumbersome, as it wouldn’t sync up with the targeting computer she already had, but she’d just work around it and set up a separate manual targeting system. If she needed a cannon that powerful anyway, she might as well aim it herself. Within that month, the weapon had been fully installed, and a test firing on a nearby piece of debris proved its worth. It would easily tear through whatever rust buckets common pirates were using, and then some.

When she pulled into port now that Hikon had resumed its operation, albeit under a different leadership now, the sight of her ship not only fully repaired and extended in length, not only fully cleaned up with a new coat of paint and bearing the shipping company’s insignia on either side, but all her restored defensive turrets currently deployed and on display, painted gold and polished to a shine like her maneuvering thrusters, while her heavy pulse cannon sat up top, repainted to match the rest of her ship, left everyone speechless. 

It was obvious that they didn’t think that highly of her given that she was a spaceborn, and while it did hurt a good bit, she didn’t let it show in that moment. None of them believed she was skilled enough to install such a weapon, let alone repair, upgrade, or even build a ship from nothing but half a hull and some scraps like she had claimed. But there sat the heavy pulse cannon that proved it all. 

A darker side of her was tempted to contact Nem and have him move the damn thing around just to prove its operational status, but for the sake of her job, and on the off chance that he ended up firing by accident, she resisted.

It did seem to have a genuine effect though, as some of the pirates she’d usually encounter along her common routes stopped bothering her nearly as much. 

Conveniently for her, her hour long wandering of the ship concluded at the bridge, where her mutant currently sat near the comms station, listening to whatever signals they were picking up.

“We have big problem.” He would suddenly say, his artificial voice box devoid of any emotion.

“Problem?” Elle would ask, curious and becoming a bit worried.

Nem wouldn’t have to say anything further, as she saw in the distance a pair of Terranian destroyers.

“Yeah, that’s very much a big problem.” She said a little shakily.

Turns out, while she was wandering around the ship, its autopilot went offline at some point. Since neither herself, Nem, nor even CAS had been present on the bridge to catch this, they were well off their intended path, and seemingly into Ascendancy territory now.

Elle steadied herself as best as she could, knowing that on a good day, the Terranian Ascendancy would at least have the courtesy of contacting you before opening fire… sometimes.

She, like the rest of the galaxy, knew well of the Terranian Ascendancy. As described by most who’ve either encountered them or heard of them from word of mouth, and the very few who managed to escape from them, they were considered the worst of the worst of humanity.

An isolated faction within a small section of the wider galaxy, their civilization hiding authoritarian and supremacist tendencies beneath a veneer of progress and unity.

Most of what is known about them is their sheer hatred over seemingly every other race in existence, including other humans. Any ship or fleet, no matter the size, shields, or armament, will make it in or out alive once spotted.

Their fleets are endless, their tactics merciless, and their drive to destroy and kill those unfortunate enough to enter their territory seemingly relentless.

It seems their only saving grace is that they rather remain within their small section of the galaxy, rather than take it over entirely, which many fear they could successfully do if inclined to.
There are many theories over how the faction ever came to be in the first place. Some suggest it started out as a bunch of controlling, manipulative and xenophobic oligarchs, while others say it was born from a hyper-rational, coldly calculating AI supercomputer, one that considered the rest of the galaxy a threat to itself and its creators. Others say religion was involved, ideological beliefs, perhaps even a morally gray corporation of some sort.

Nonetheless, here she was. Two Terranian vessels out in front of her, a good distance away, but rapidly approaching from the look of it. She didn’t even have time to think of a strategy, so Elle just got into the pilot’s seat, and threw the engines on full, diverting whatever power necessary to outrun these bastards.

Knowing what she was now facing, she had Nem man the cannon controls, which was the only thing close to being powerful enough to rip through shields as tough as what those destroyers had. It did weaken their shields, but the slow fire rate and recharge period of the cannon made it impossible to take either ship out.

Her ship rocked and rumbled, due to a combination of Nem firing of the heavy pulse cannon, her pushing the engines to their limit, and the various bursts of weapons fire impacting her admittedly stronger shields thanks to all the upgrades. That second reactor of hers was proving to be a damn godsend in real time from the looks of things. Regardless, she rerouted more power to the engines, now drawing from the second reactor itself. 

Elle knew what those oversized engines were rated for, and what they could actually take, she just had to hope her power couplings could hold out long enough for them to enter neutral space.

In all likelihood, had she just thought about going to slipstream, she would’ve outrun the pursuing ships within seconds. But such mistakes are unfortunately common when fear is immediately put into you just from the sight of Terranian Ascendancy vessels.

When the power couplings to her engines finally did give out with a bang loud enough even she heard it, she expected to be wiped off the face of the galaxy then and there. But she had actually managed to escape Ascendancy space and re-enter neutral space. 

As Elle waited for what she thought was to be her untimely death, a small fleet bearing the colors and insignia of the Zorlax Consortium came out of slipstream and began launching fighters while firing back upon the pursuing. She let out the breath she had been holding, and part of her mind finally snapped as she began chuckling uncontrollably.

“You seeing this shit, Nem?” She would exclaim, continuing to chuckle with a bit of a broken tone in her voice.

She never thought the day would come where she’d be thanking the Zorlax Consortium of all factions for rescuing her, but here she was, her disabled ship being pulled further away from the two destroyers pestering her.

From what she could tell, one of the three Imperator-class corvettes were towing her ship out of the battlefield via tractor beam, while two Voidshark-class light destroyers taking shots with their massive beam cannons alongside a swarm of fighters peppering the ships.

She noticed a transmission coming from the ship pulling her presumably, and moved to answer it.

“Unknown freighter vessel, you seem to be quite a ways away from usual known shipping lanes. Given this is Consortium territory, I am authorized to perform an inspection and search through your ship. However, due to your current circumstances… I’ll allow you just this once to immediately head for neutral space once repairs to your ship have been completed. We’ll deal with these Terranian scum ourselves.”

Before she could get a word in, the transmission would end, and she’d be left to her own devices as the battle concluded outside. The Consortium would lose one of its light destroyers, and a few squadrons of fighters, but in the end, the two Ascendancy vessels would be destroyed.

Elle meanwhile, was now down in the engine bay replacing the blown power couplers with the help of CAS-17, its mechanical voice buzzing out of a speaker somewhere on its body as it practically scolded her.

“This ship isn’t built for combat! Why do you find yourself under weapons fire so much?”

“Not my fault the damn ship’s autopilot just up and fucking went offline! How the fuck was I supposed to know we drifted into Ascendancy territory?” Elle shot back

“You are the captain and in fact the owner and operator of this vessel; it is your responsibility to know where the ship is heading at all times.” CAS-17 would say, its logic and reasoning completely sound and sensible, though only to itself it seems.

“I was simply distracted Cassie, that’s all. You of all… robots should know how finicky this vessel is, especially since you helped me build it.”

“It does not matter, for you are one of only two organics stationed on board. Either you or your mutant friend remain upon the bridge to keep situations like this from happening, or we end up running into a hostile fleet or crashing into an asteroid!” It would reply, and while its voice module unable to emulate sass, Elle could tell it was there.

“Fine, I’ll accept the blame. I’ll even try and get Nem to remain on the bridge more often. But we are so getting a new autopilot system the second we reach a friendly port.”

“These are acceptable terms.” And with that, CAS-17 finished installing the last replacement power coupler. They were lucky to have a few spares in storage, otherwise they would’ve had to jury rig something together and limp the ship back to neutral space. Once it was in place, Elle signaled Nem to reactivate the engines and bring them back into slipstream towards neutral space.