1 comments/ 125595 views/ 71 favorites A Futa Futcha By: Genophan This story depicts a fetish know as Futanari Fuatnari: A type of Hentai, most often depicting hermaphrodites or females with male sex organs. Also known as Dickgirls. Transformation Futa is a long standing kink of mine, though it has been a while since I indulged. The major difference is that the females are 100% genuine female until a chemical injection bestows them with a rampant 'schlong' and a burning desire to use it on any and all available orifices ******** Many years had slipped by since humanity first entered the cold, dark, vast emptiness of space. The moon landing was the first tentative baby step into the unknown and who could have foretold then that the true destiny of Earth's children sat waiting for them at some distant point between the stars, for it was during this initial stage that mankind looked back on the small green blue planet they called home and realized just how small they were compared to the near infinite reach of space. So, as time progressed and technology advanced, the decision was made to reach out to new planets in order to terraform and populate. It was an ambitious goal to be sure, and it was in this attempt to extend humankind's grasp that something was discovered ...something that was to change the face of mankind forever. Those first faltering steps in the vast unknown bought with it a price ...at first it wasn't thought to be anything other than the discovery of an ancient society, a civilisation long since passed into antiquity, and amidst the ruination of this antediluvian world lay certain relics. These relics dated back to long before humanity had gathered the wherewithal to drag itself from the bondage of primordial instinct. Yet, the term relic itself is a bit of a misrepresentation, though these objects were indeed ancient, the level of technology that they possessed was like nothing that even the most inspired mind would dream of creating. Though for many years they remained nothing more than a curiosity, that is until a brilliant scientist unlocked their power, and in doing so bought about his own destruction. Though it wasn't just his end that was met that day ...nor just the end of every man in that complex, but something was unleashed from within the relic that spread throughout the globe in one unstoppable plague that wiped every person from the face of the earth that bore a 'Y' chromosome ...not one human 'male' was spared. With an entire gender now purged from the face of the earth things looked bleak for the continuation of the species. Oh sure, there were a few men stationed in deep space or who were off planet that were spared the wrath of the relics, but they numbered in tens, the 'gentler' sex was counted in billions. For a while the answer lay in sciences ability new life in test tubes. It was something that humans had dabbled with for many generations now and over that time the techniques had been refined and perfected, though of course, only female embryo's ever became viable as it seemed that whatever it was that had been unleashed into the planets atmosphere was now so intimately bound to every molecule that no male could ever set foot or even be sired on the Earth again. Of course, the whole procedure became ludicrously expensive to the point where children became very much the luxury item, affordable by only the ultra rich and in efforts to safeguard the future prosperity of the human race all sperm bank reserves were seized by the World's Central Federal Government. It wasn't long before those little frozen pockets of genetic 'cockspit' were worth more than the planets reserves of gold bullion and precious stones combined. Those who were spared this biochemical wrath, other than the women of course, where those individuals who by birth had been born transgendered, shemale ...dickgirl, call them what you will and it was from this small fraction of humanity that the hope for our species continuation was discovered. It was in a nondescript Japanese laboratory where some junior tech found a way to splice the transgender gene and wrap it into a set cycle genetic transcription strand and bind it all within a solution that held the compound in a static state ...static that is until is was injected into the human bloodstream. The resulting effect was a short term testosterone transformation that endowed the female with a rampant engorged fleshy phallic shaft that oozed pearls of life giving goo from its bulbous head and a equally rampant will to use it. It goes without saying that the black market in gender-gene splicing began to shadow its legitimate, but regulated cousin, and to this end, trading in the aptly coined 'Futanarium' bought great rewards for those willing to trade in it and risk running the gamete of the law. So ...you are probably wondering where all this is leading, well its leading here ...to docking arm Capsicon-G of the Ganymede orbital space station, on which is tethered a behemoth of a transporter ship called the 'Vancouver', its deep space mission is ...well, of no consequence really, but in the shadow of the airlock stands one of the ships crew, partly concealed in darkness and glancing furtively along the length of the gantry while a second equally shadowy figure rummaged around in a hidden pocket deep within the depths of their jacket ...a few moments later she produces a small syringe filled with a vivid green chemical, the soft emerald glow reflects on the pretty ...almost elfin face framed with a shock of crimson locks and she quickly passes over the wad of cash, the price is steep, but well worth it in her mind. There was a sudden burst of life from the communicator she carried "Do you want to get your sweet ass in here Marti? ...times a burning gorgeous." came the voice of the Vancouver's pilot with a barely concealed giggle. With a grin, Martinique raced through the airlock and slammed the 'door close' to a symphony of sirens as the great ship began to make way. There was a heavy clunk as the arm detached from the mounting plate at the side of the vessel, allowing it a moment of drift as the ship slowly started to succumb to the profound gravitational pull of the dying star below around which the station orbited. It was a beautiful sight ...the star was close to death but the stations technology held the gas giant in a form of stasis that never quite allowed it to die. The pilot allowed the vessel to fall further, the nose pitched forward before she suddenly gunned the engines. There was a resounding roar and a shudder that ran the length of the gargantuan vessel as the pulsar drives twisted and turned the space in the wake in their wake ...the Vancouver swung about the dying star and used the increased momentum to catapult into the reaches of space. As big as the ship was, it only had a total of five crew ...there was Justine, an experienced Captain with hair like liquid gold, Simone, the raven haired navigator ...Katalina, the comms officer with a fetish for piercings and who marked each time the ship made landfall by getting some or other part of her perfectly proportioned personage pierced. There was also Martinique who was ships security ...though it was often said that she only ever took on that position so she could abuse it and smuggle stuff on board that would otherwise have been confiscated by any security officer worth her salt. Finally there was Tasha, the helmswoman and one of note, a decorated flyer but one who flew with instinct rather than regulation. Tasha's face wore a delicate brooding beauty, but it was her sense of dress had often been remarked upon, if only for it being wholly inappropriate. She wore a small leather effect top that covered her breasts but left her shoulders and midriff exposed and in doing so showed off the light tan of her skin, the black sheen of the hide was peppered with small squares of shiny metal plate... it gave the effect of being armoured, but was barely up to the task... in fact it hardly seemed up the task of containing her full orbs and they seemed forever threatening to break free of their leather bound incarceration. Her right hand was covered with a black fingerless glove, whilst her left remained unencumbered by any such adornment. Black leather pants with strapping and buckles adorning the front also covered her pert rump and her right leg... the other leg of her garment she had opted to remove at some point so that now her shapely leg lay fully exposed from just a little under her crotch to the point where it vanished into one of her combat boots... boots that had likely seen better days but they were warm, comforting and shod with a steel instep. With the transport ship now clear of the station and pointed towards the inky depths of space, she engaged the auto pilot and rose from her seat. Her time aboard the space station had left her feeling sweaty, clammy and uncomfortable, and there was only one thing that could put that to rights and that was standing under the pummeling head of the shower as the drumbeat of water washed away all the grunge of the day and gave her skin that refreshing glow that she so adored. "Just gonna get myself showered Captain." she grinned ...well aware that Justine's eyes would be following her movement towards the lift and so she made sure to give that pert ass of hers a wiggle as she reached the lift to the bowels of the vessel and tapped the 'call' button. For a few moments she stood there gently staring at the ceiling and absent mindedly tapping the back of her head against the bulkhead in time to some tune that warbled around her mind as she waited. With a sudden gentle hiss the lift opened and Tash swung inside and jabbed at the floor number ...the doors slid shut and she left the rest of the bridge crew staring at the closed brushed metal door and Justine muttering under her breath about 'having that sweet pert ass' one of these days. A few moments later the lift doors swooshed open and Tasha found herself staring straight into the mischievous eyes of Martinique as she rested against a bulkhead, something about her gave her the air that she was up to something, not that this was in and of itself unusual, as Marti usually was up to something, it was that delicious deviousness that so endeared her to Tasha. "Hey Marti." Tash grinned as she rounded the corner and made her way through into the shower block. Martinique returned the greeting and watched as the lithe alluring form of her occasional carnal companion as she slipped into the shower block. She knew well the routine of her friend and it wouldn't have been the first time that she had followed her into the shower cubicle in order to indulge in some lurid lady loving that would leave then hotter, grimier and stickier than when they had first entered the cascade of water ...but not tonight ...no tonight was different. Tonight she had plans! She dipped her hand into her pocket and fished out the small syringe that she had procured just before the ship had taken off, her eyes gleamed at the emerald promise that swished gently within the glass chamber. It was one thing to stretch Tasha velvet depths with several inches of strap on ...but the idea of sporting a rampant rutting rod and feeling every inch of grip against her as she plunged deep into Tasha's 'snatch' was toe curlingly delicious. Hell ..the girl was dampening at the very thought of it and already a patch of wetness had begun to grow against the crotch of her pants. The thoughts of this young minx turned over and over in her deliciously depraved head as she thought about all the things she could do with such monstrous medically modified meat swinging between her thighs. Leaning against the bulkhead, she tipped her head and listened to the soft sound of the waters rhythm against her friend and watched as the warming steam slipped from beneath the door. With a idle pleasure she tossed the syringe from one hand to the other, a barely concealed anticipation as she bopped to tune that had been running through her head. Oh the things she would do ...she would tease her with it ...she would tantalise her with it ...she would... "...Fuck!" She hissed as she mistimed her juggling and the syringe danced from her grip and met the floor with the sound of shattering glass. Marti looked on open mouthed as the precious gender disorientating chemical leaked over the floor and gave rise to a gentle sea green mist. All her hopes and dreams of a carnival of carnal conflagration lay shattered, it would seem that she would have to dust off the foot long black plastic strap on after all. She gave a soft sigh and reached across to flick a switch to activate the extraction fan and remove the delicate green mist that stood as testament to her intentions. As the vapors swirled in the air she caught a taste of it on her breath ...it smelt of lime and made her nose itch. It took a further three minutes for the corridor to completely clear of it, but by that time she felt something ...something strange ..something not quite right. At first she thought that the gas was just giving her a light head and making her nauseas, but all notion of this was pushed aside by the sensation of pressure that was building up behind her clit, the raging fire between her legs went wild, from a conflagration to a fire storm. Eyes went wide, as her back arched as she staggered back and came to rest against the wall, her hands splayed outwards for support as she breathed heavily from the sudden unwieldiness of her body. "F...fuck..." She moaned. It felt to Martinique as if her pants were growing tighter, her lithe legs shaking from the pressure as she felt something hot and warm snaking down her leg, and an increasing extra pressure in the crotch of her leather pants. "Wha... what the hell..." This felt strange, and horribly uncomfortable, she felt warm thickness pressing against her skin, and when she looked downward, she could see the rather odd sight of a rather massive erection straining against the leather. She stared at it for a moment ...scarcely able to believe the emergent monster that grew from her crotch. Her hands immediately dropped to her crotch, her slender fingers starting to massage the inflamed fleshy tool beneath the thin leather covering. As she touched her new self her eyes flickered ...a gentle trickle of spittle drooled from the corner of her mouth, this was a wild sensation ...it seemed as though her body was hypersensitive to the touch and that even the slightest convergence of her fingers against the massive tool sent pulsations of pleasure through her. She could hear the stitching of her leather pants as they strained to house this monster and in an effort to save her favourite pair, she quickly loosened the fastenings and shrugged them off, standing in the corridor naked from the waist down and staring down at her newly grown herm-cock. "What the fuck...." She whispered incredulously, looking on the massive thing. A small hand, experimentally wrapped itself around the huge cock, and slowly she started to stroke it up and down. Each pump brought a little bit more of the pearly fluid to the tip, causing it to drip down over her hand and start to pool on the floor as she watched goggle eyed at it. Her lusty reverie was suddenly dislodged by the pinging of the lift. "Shit!" she hissed, thinking that it must be another member of the crew and if they were to walk out of the lift and see her with a erect dribbling member the length of half her leg, then she would surely be on report ....again. Her mind stuttered as she tried to think of which way to run, not that running would be easy with several inches of throbbing meat bobbing about in front of her, this was a sensation that she wasn't used to. Too late. The lift door opened, perhaps she could talk her way out of this situation ..perhaps. It was then she caught sight of the Captain as the door opened, so much for being able to talk her way out of it, but she wasn't alone, flanking her was Simone and Katalina. Martinique's heart dropped ...as it did so, so did her gaze and that was when she noticed that each one of them was sporting massive members beneath their mode and manner of dress. The elfinesque security minx couldn't resist a smile as she watched them. Justine's eyes narrowed against her young charge as she watched the twitching drooling meat swing between her legs. "I guess your responsible for ...these?" she hissed, though embedded in her voice was a deeper yearning to release the building seed that each rod promised to deliver. "I ....er ..." Marti struggled, glancing back she looked at the extractor control panel. It seemed that rather than remove the gender bending essence, she had in fact pumped it into the upper decks ...namely the bridge which would account for why four of the crew of five now were in possession of manly members the size of which were rarely seen outside of the equine fraternity. Suddenly Katalina piped up and gave voice to everyone's thoughts, "So ...Tasha missed out on this then did she?" As one their gaze drifted towards the door of the shower block. The vapors would have missed the shower block entirely which meant ...one thing ...the buxom helmswoman still owned a blissfully unaware pussy, a fact which wasn't lost to the herd of herm-chicks in the corridor. From within the shower room came sounds of movement, for it seemed that Tash had completed her wash down and was making a move for the door. Marti quickly scooped up her leather slacks from the floor and stood by the side of the door, the very second it hissed open she made a lunge for Tasha, who for modesty's sake was dressed in little more than a towel that only just dipped below her waist and barely covered her nipples ...a playful grin on her face as she suddenly covered her face with the seat of her pants whilst one of the other crew pulled on the legs of the leather pants and tied them so that the whole thing formed some makeshift hood. Tasha tried to pull away, disorientated by the events that had taken her by surprise. "What the fuck are you guys up to? C'mon ...this isn't ...funny..." something had caught her attention, or rather had caught her keen sense of smell. The use of Marti's trousers as an impromptu hood also had the effect of grinding Tasha's nose against the recently strained and now sodden crotch of her lovers lusty lengthened libido, but this didn't taste ...or scent quite as she expected. On more than one occasion Tash had had her face buried between Marti's slender thighs with her tongue sliding deep between those velvet smooth walls, so it is fair to say that she had become quite a coinsure of cunt! This smell though was considerably more ...musky ...stronger ...and it seemed that something was sticky against her skin. Tash had little time to ponder these new tastes and smells as she was suddenly whisked off her feet and felt her being bodily carried down the corridor. There was little indication of what was happening to her but for the occasional snatch of a chuckle and the hiss of a bulkhead door or two, after a while the air became noticeably cooler ...that could mean only one thing, that for some reason she now found herself carried on the shoulders of her colleagues into the cargo hold. Why though ...what had possessed them? "There ...that will do perfectly." giggled Martinique. ...what? ...what will do perfectly?... the thoughts rushed through Tasha's mind. She felt herself being lowered and shivered a little at the sudden coolness of metal against her back, then came the sensation of ropes around her ankles and wrists. "Hey guys ....what is this? If you wanted an orgy you only had to ask." The gaggle of gonad groupies giggled as they ensured Tash was secure before they released her from the comforting, if slightly curious sensation she was getting from Marti's trouser crotch. She blinked at the sight of the overhead lights ...it seemed she was face up on a steel disc, a turntable to be exact and a casual tug with her limbs convinced her that she was not likely to extract herself for sometime yet. This was unusual ...but it paled in comparison to the bizarre sight of her companions, each one of them now as naked as herself ...their soft bountiful breasts, their bodies tapering down to slender waists and lissome legs. However, each of them appeared to be supporting an extra limb, well ...each was the length and thickness of a forearm, each tipped with a crown that teased pearl's of expectant seminal spit. A Futa Futcha Ch. 02 ~ Previously on Futa Futcha ~ OK ...so ...to recap ...the ancient device found on a long dead planet a long time ago in the depths of space was finally unlocked by some hugely clever male scientist, though not that clever it seemed as it unleashed a genetic plague that wiped out every human male on earth for now and evermore, leaving only the female of the species. Everything appeared bleak for the species survival, but a clever little drug was developed called 'Futanarium' which temporarily endowed the female with a huge rampant rod and the will and desire to use such a rutting tool. We focus on a ship in the depths of space ...tis a huge ship. The Vancouver is a transport ship the size of the average city, well, maybe not the average city, but from end to end it is easily as long as the olde world city of New York. As big as the ship was, it only had a total of five crew ...there was Justine, an experienced Captain with hair like liquid gold, Simone, the raven haired navigator ...Katalina, the comms officer with a fetish for piercings and who marked each time the ship made landfall by getting some or other part of her perfectly proportioned personage pierced. There was also Martinique who was ships security ...though it was often said that she only ever took on that position so she could abuse it and smuggle stuff on board that would otherwise have been confiscated by any security officer worth her salt. Finally there was Tasha, the helmswoman and one of note, a decorated flyer but one who flew with instinct rather than beholden to regulation. It was on some such routine delivery assignment that they also encountered a megalomaniacal entity known only as Minge the Merciless whose intentions of ruling the universe seemed unstoppable, but for a navigational error on Tasha's part that bought the huge transport ship directly in line with Minge's 'Black Hole Cannon' {Patent Pending}. Fortunate too, I guess, that the somewhat dodgy security officer on board had a stash of an illicit chemical which they imbibed in order to take on the forces of evil. And so it was that after a pitch battle, our Horse Hung Heroines were able to subdue the evil Overlordess and save the day and universe after rendering the evil Minge senseless with their phallic pummeling and then Tasha used the Vancouver as a cue as she played 'pool with meteors' and sent a huge chunk of orbit rock slamming into Minge's homeworld which had enough force to shunt the planet into the pull of the black hole, tipping it over the edge of its event horizon. ~ ~ ~ What ...might you be asking has this to do with now ...the answer is nothing, not a thing, nada ...though it made for an entertaining log entry as to why they were running late for deliveries yet again. Anyway, it might also help to explain why the Vancouver sought to dock at this far flung space station that currently loomed into view and ...why a gifted pilot such as Tasha, was having such a problem maneuvering the behemoth of a vessel into position as, after all, being hit with the quantum retardation effects of a BHC and using the ass end of the ship to knock a meteor out of orbit, the vessel was pulling to the left a little, all of this made for a tricky little maneuver when it came to aligning up the docking arm of the station ...all of this relaying in the expression of consternation as the bridge of her nose screwed up The ship jolted and shuddered as she was narrowly able to counter the piss poor handling of the vessel as it stands right now. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she had been able to avoid disaster , but the sudden mechanical feminine tones that blurted forth from the main console gave the impression that things were a little more amiss than at first appeared "AleRt ...AleRt ..." the dire sonorous tones of 'Mother' rang out across the bridge accompanied by the sounds of a pitch wailing siren and the intermittent flashing of a red light that danced against the bulkheads "IstaBiLitY iN CarGO HoLd. RUPturE DeteCted, AcTivaTIng VenTiNg ProCeDuRe." From deep in the confines of the city sized transporter came a grind and a clunk ...swiftly followed by a whoosh as the great turbines housed in the depths of the cargo hold suddenly spun into action and drew out whatever contaminant had leaked into the ship, and given what they were carrying, that could be just about anything "Er ...where exactly did Mother vent that?" Justine looked a little unnerved as her eyes danced against the console spread out before her. Simone scanned through the logs and then caught the Captain's eye with a somewhat awkward look, "Left side ...straight into the station we docked at." "Mother?" Justine looked upwards at the viewing screen that displayed all manner of 'heads up' information, one such thing being the fluctuating voice algorhythm of Mother that boogied as she spoke. "YeS?" "Why did you activate the left side vents?" Justine queried. There was a moments pause ...if it were possible for a ship to shift uneasily from one foot to the other then likely this one would be doing that right now, as the question was met with an embarrassed silence and a thin whirring clunk of machinery that reverberated along the ship. Justine shook her head, the last thing she needed was to be lumbered with a repair bill for the station as well as the Vancouver. "Tasha ..be a dear and go check out the station will you?" Justine smiled, and watched as Tasha rose from the helm, hell the real reason Justine had asked Tash to leave the bridge was simply so she could ogle that perfect pert rounded pair of peaches she possessed. That old say about 'hating that you go, but love watching you leave' was never more apparent than now, and she bit down on her lower lip as her eyes glazed over in lascivious lusting. Justine sighed softly as the doors to the bridge opened and closed behind Tash, a delicate twinge shivering through her nethers as her flesh responded to some deep seated memory of sweet sexual satisfaction that they had shared ...bent over the helm ...with Justine's tongue 'going where no woman had gone before', well, ok, that wasn't exactly true of course, but you have to forgive me the reference. The crew of the Vancouver ...were ...how shall we put it ...very close. "Get Marti on the comms will you? Get her to give the hold the once over as a precaution." Justine glanced across to Katalina and smiled upon noticing that she bore the self same expression that she had worn on watching Tash as she left. Kat shifted somewhat embarrassingly at being caught mid fantasy and hurriedly flashed a grin and opened a channel. "Hey Kiki ...you there?" For some reason Katalina referred to Matrinique as 'Kiki', there was obviously a story behind this, but whenever any one or other of the crew pressed for unwholesome details, the response of either had been a flash of exchanged glances and a chorus of giggling. For a few moments there was nothing but white noise before the highly sexed ships security responded. "Hey there Katty. I was just ...thinking about you." it was clear from her voice that Martinique was a little ...er ...breathless. "...I was thinking of you down between my thighs ....your tongue ...oh god, your tongue. The things you did last night, I have never know anyone get so dee...." Katalina's voice raised a few octaves, her mortified squeal stilling Martinique in the tracks of her toe curling concentration. "Your ....your on the bridge ...aren't you." came Marti's voice after a moments of uncomfortable silence. "Yeppers." Katalina flicked her eyes around the bridge, her cheeks burning scarlet from the blend of Matrinique's inference and the barely concealed amusement that played against the expressions of both Justine and Simone. "Er ...could you do me a favour and go check down in the cargo hold? Mother ...has had an accident." Katalina spoke as though the Vancouver was an incontinent relative on day release from the care home. "You got it ....gorgeous." Martinique's words were soaking in a huge grin as she flipped closed the comm channel and went about her task. As she slinked off along the corridor she passed Tasha on her way to the airlock door ...the two of them exchanged explicit grins, no doubt born from the resurgence of some shared memory or other that would have seen them charged with dereliction of duty on any other ship. Tasha continued on through the winding passageways before taking a lift down into the lower reaches of the vessel where the umbilical attachment of the docking arm had extended outwards and snagged against the orbital space station. She stepped through the airlock and into the station, her perky little nose creased at the stale air within, but ...it wasn't just that, no, there seemed as though there was something else hanging in the atmosphere ...something that wasn't altogether unfamiliar, but she couldn't quite place it. "Hello....?" her voice echoed off down along the mechanical looking corridor of the space station, however, it was met with silence ...which, in and of itself was unusual, after all, the Vancouver was not a craft graced with stealth. Trying to conceal the Vancouver's presence was like trying to hide a approaching tsunami behind a piece of rice paper. So it was that she started off along the corridor, her footfalls clipping against the metal gantry and her subsequent called out greetings going just as unheard as her first. This was a little strange though, it wasn't unheard of for space stations to be unwomaned when they lay this far out. Another few steps and she came to a halt, something wasn't right, the cloying air that she was breathing wasn't sitting all that well with her and for a moment Tash felt dizzy ...enough to shiver her balance off centre and see her hand seeking support against one of the bulkheads while her free hand rose to her temples, her eyes crushing shut as she tried to push aside the wave of dizziness and nausea that washed across her for a moment. Just when the pain seemed to peak ...it was gone again ...and her breathing relaxed. She pushed herself away from the bulkhead and tested the weight of herself against each foot. Everything seemed normal enough ...but it took a few moments for her to shake the strange feeling from her head, though the tingle in her loins remained. Pressing on she walked through the cold metal passageways and gantries ...there was nothing pretty about this place, it spoke more of functionality that comfort. It was as she walked across one such gantry that she espied movement below her. With her fingers braced against the basic metal rail that ran along the edge of the walkway, she peered over ...her eyes squinting in an effort to discern detail. This woman was probably a couple of floors down and she wore an engineers jump suit, nothing fancy at all. Tasha screwed up her perfect little nose as this woman turned around and started to study one of the many consoles that littered that deck ...all the while cleaning her hands with an oily rag. Damn ...but she was ugly ...her body looked a little more muscular than lithe beneath the jumpsuit and her black hair was really quite short and bore no style to it, which was a shame for it might have taken the emphasis off her face which really was a little uncomfortable to look at. Although it appeared that she had nice eyes ...sexy pools of brown ...she was somewhat unfortunately afflicted with a hirsute chin and cheeks, obviously she tried to shave but it left a dark shadow of stubble along her jaw line. One other thing Tash noted was that amongst her other physical traits, that the poor woman had next to no breasts at all ...she seemed very flattest ...to the point of looking like two cherries sat on top of an ironing board. Tasha shook her head sorrowfully for the poor woman ...but it was only then she quirked her head in deeper thought. This 'woman' bore many of the traits of something that she had seen once in the Natural history museum, in a exhibition dedicated to extinct life forms. There were various wild cats and birds and other such fauna ...but at the heart of the exhibition was a bipedal life form sporting a beard and a muscled chest ...a ...a ...a Tasha's eyes went wide and her jaw fell open. She pressed her two fingers against the comms in her ear, opening a direct line to the bridge of the Vancouver "Just? You there Cap?" her delicate voice bustled over the airways "What's your status Tash? Anything to report?" ".....yes ....." it was a while before she could find the right words, well ...word really, but that was mostly because it was a word she hadn't heard since she was in high school, and one of the few occasions she had actually been attentive. "Well ...spit it out babe." came Justine's less than formal response to her talented helmswoman. ...and spit is out Tash did ...which was a first for her really as she was more a swallowing kinda gal, but I digress somewhat. A single word slowly formed on her lips ...her delicate mouth taking its shape and rolling it around for a moment, tasting it ....savoring it, before allowing it to pass into the open. ".....Man...." The comms went silent ...on the bridge of the Vancouver Justine's mouth fell agape, her eyes flitting from one girl to the other, each of then displaying a similar incredulous expression at the notion of "Say that again?" Justine's voice a hoarse whisper. "Man ...." Tash spoke softly again, having not yet blinked since she first lay her eyes on him. "....it's a man!? A real live man!" There were rumors of course, that men still existed in far flung reaches of the universe, kept safe from the virulent plague that had wiped their kind from the face of the Earth and seen to it that no male could ever again prosper or play upon its surface. Though, it is at this point that the fates had decided to play their twisted little game, just as the hand of fate can so often be found beating the bishop of life to create on unholy sticky mess upon the bed sheets of existence. Tash's nose creased again ...there was that scent in the air ...a familiar one, something she recognized from ...oh dear god! The dawning hit her like a slice of lemon wrapped around a meteor ...industrial Futanarium. It was a canister of that which had been breached in the cargo hold ...its concentrated form vented straight into the orbital station and was now being filtered through the entire facility upon the currents of the air recycling system. She started to run towards the staircase that would take her to the next level ...the sound of her footfalls on metal now attracting the attention of the man below her ...his eyes narrowed in surprise at her presence and he started to run towards her, making for the other staircase. Suddenly Tash was almost floored by a spearing of intensity at her groin, her hands dropped there in an instant and pressed against her femininity ...only ...things were changing "Shit" she whispered under her breath as she steeled herself to continue towards the man. Her feet clattered down the metal stairs while his rattled upwards. Moments later they were in front of each other ...Tash wearing an expression that was somewhat alarmed while his own shivered with a perplexing mask. His eyes flicked open ...they shone of sapphire in the nights sky and as they danced against Tash, she felt her whole body twinge in from a mixture of his stare and the chemical that pulsed through her bloodstream "Who are you?" he spoke ...his words ringed with such masculinity as made her shiver ...she had never heard a male voice that wasn't a recording from some distant era, to hear one in person was just enough to bring about a minigasm of delight. "T ....Tasha ....." she finally spat out, gaining some degree of control. He smiled ...only a little though, there was a flicker of something discomforting behind his eyes, "Dave." he spoke after a short while ...though his voice now seemed a shade pained. ....and then there was that twinge again ...Tash dropped to her knees and clutched at herself, her eyes drawn to the shock written on his face while her own thoughts turned to the notion of that if this was happening to her then what would be the effect of Futanarium on him ...it was something that had never been known before as there was no male to test such a chemical on ...and of course, had there been then there would have been no need for Futanarium in the first place. The look of pain grew on his face ...a grimacing mask that flashed for a moment, "What is this! What's happ....ppening." he staggered against the bulkhead, doubled up in pain with his hand clutching hard against his flaccid fruit of fornication. His teeth gritted hard ...sweat beading like rain against his brow as a crucifying pain shot through his jewels. It made no difference to the pain though, the harder he crushed against his manhood. It wasn't long before the agony bought him crashing to his knees ...hands clasped over his tackle, his head raised high as a scream of anguish assaulted him ...a scream that danced up a few octaves before it culminated into a pitched squeal ...it was a noise that shocked him into silence. Dave left his hands pressed against his crotch ...something was wrong ...no wait ...something was far from wrong, something was fucking missing! He gasped out, his voice a squeal and far less masculine than he expected it to be but then, the icon of his masculinity seemed to have inverted itself. No longer had he an 'outy' but an 'inny'. His flaccid phallus had, under the influence of the genetic waste chemical that 'Mother' had vented inadvertently into the station, been drawn into his body, his rod now a sleeve of sexuality ...a purse of promiscuity. This was somewhat unexpected and it registered in his expression. But how had this virulent vapor affected Tash? Well, you probably have figured that out already and you would be right. The woman gifted with that joystick at the helm of the Vancouver, was now sporting an ever growing 'joystick' of her own that creaked the tight leathers of her crotch ...she threw her head back ...her body taken deeply by the strange cocktail of sensations that boiled in her blood and mauled her luscious form. One hand drifted down to her crotch and started to subconsciously trail against the massive meaty member, her lips pursed in a soft groan as her toes curled with the tightening swell of sensations that rocked her body. For a few moments more she shivered in this tempest of toe curling before her eyes snapped towards Dave and her sweet little button nose sniffed the air ...she smelt something that found favour with her, a heady tang in the air of a slick sodden snatch. "You smell fucking good ...and good for fucking." she grinned as the surge of testosterone hit her cerebellum and resulted in a cascade of carnality that ached fulfillment. As she spoke she was a little shocked at the sound of her voice, it was deeper, more masculine, though it was only logical really given that her body had been assailed with that tornado of tempestuous testosterone. Tasha slinked towards him, well, as best as a foot long throbbing member imprisoned in your pant would allow you to slink, but she did a nice job of it, her pert peaches swaying as they always did in her sexual sashay. She came close to Dave and lowered to her haunches. "Aren't you a pretty little thing?" Tash smirked as she drew her lithe slender digits against Dave's jaw line, those beautiful blue eyes of his were like the crystal clear oceans that she just wanted to dive right into and feel how wet they were. "Please ...wha ...what happened? Where have my ...my ..." he had no idea how to even finish that sentence. Tash smiled, "Don't worry about what you lose ...think about what you have gained." she grinned and winked at him. A Futa Futcha Ch. 02 "Get away from me! Seriously ...girlie ...you keep away. I don't know what you have done ...but I want no part of it." he pushed back at her and scrabbled to his feet, sweat beading against his brow as he started to walk back, keeping his eyes fixed firmly against the horse hung herm before him Tash quirked a brow as her tongue flickered against her lips in a most salacious manner, her luscious eyes sparkling with deviant intentions bought about from the titanic surge of testosterone that now flooded her system ...all she could thing about was how his hot little body would look impaled on her rutting rod ...and how good it would taste. She took another step of two towards him, her hips still had that seductive feminine sway about then, her pert ass rolling in those luxuriant tight leathers of hers, but it was the enormous straining at her crotch that drew Dave's incredulous eye. The source of her soft femininity now replaced by a 'trouser snake' of monstrous proportions that twitched with each step she took. Her eyes followed his gaze and her fingers dipped down against her straining leather pants and slowly they began to caress the solid and every thickening outline of meat that began to pull at the stitching of her clothing. Dave turned and ran ...oh how he ran. His pitched squeals echoing down the passageways of the orbital station, all the while his hands jammed against his crotch and lamenting his lost length. Tash laughed as he ran, the thrill of the chase greatly appealing to her ...she allowed him to get a few feet ahead before her desires surged through her and she took off after him. He took off down the stairs and into the engine room where he had been when he first espied her. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her gaining on him ...he span about and desperately held his hand up for her to stop. "Please ...please ...Miss ...I don't know what your doing but please...." he backed up against on of the consoles that whirred and buzzed oblivious to the scene that played out before it. "Miss?" Tash quirked a slender brow as she grinned, "...you just have to ask yourself one question right now, and that is, 'Whose your daddy.' she spoke as she close in on him, grabbing hold of his outstretched hand and forcing it against her crotch where he could feel the heat of her meat pulsing there. Tash pushed ..er ...him hard up against the wall. Her lips pressing tightly against his own as her tongue squirreled between his desperately reluctant maw, but 'she' was having none of it and tried to fight Tash off, but to little avail. All through this lascivious kiss, Tash's slender fingers on her free hand where running down his body, tugging at the clasps of his coveralls and glazing her fingernails down his chest and giving rise to four slender tracks of blood from where the skin split at her harsh touch ...a touch that elicited a sharp gasp from poor Dave, locked as he was in the pitched bout of tongue wrestling with the helmswoman of the Vancouver. Tash played her touch lower, creeping along his abdomen and feeling the sharp rise, fall and accompanying shiver that ran through his body as the adrenalin surged. Still her touch worked lower ...aching to feel satisfaction at her touch. Her fingers dipped beneath the waist band of his boxers and pushed deeper ...running along the soft cleft of his newly form mangina, splaying him a little and dipping the tip of her index finger into his tight teasing tunnel. As she did this Dave yelped a little, clearly unused to such sensation and this bought not only a soft groan to Tash in the embrace of her forcible kiss but a sharp twinge at the crotch of her leathers where her rapidly stiffening meat was beginning to take on a life of its own ...blood surging through it. Tash could take no more ...she tore her self from the kiss and pushed Dave backwards where he staggered into the wall, then her hands quickly dipped to her belt and she freed herself of the tight restraint of her leather pants, allowing them to fall to the floor and for her massive foot of Futa fuckstick to rise to the occasion, leaking glistening jewels of precum from its head that fell softly like spring rains against the deck plates. Tash allowed an experimental hand to explore her surging shaft ...feeling the ridges of the pronounced veins and the heat that pulsed along its length. Her fingers reached the dripping head and toyed against the rim of her crown ...she shivered with pleasure from the delicate sensations that surged through her neurons before her fingertips danced briefly against the slit at the end of her horse hung hosepipe. She lifted her fingers from it ...bringing them to her lips, a sparkling thread of glistening slime linking her momentarily to the head of her phallus as she ran the tip of her finger against her lower lip. Tash caught the look of utter incredularity from Dave as he watched this lurid theatre. Every ounce of his instincts were telling him run ...and run fast, but he was held like a dear in headlights at the spectacle. The gifted helmswoman, who was now equally as gifted in the crotch department, caught the look in his expression and quirked a playful brow in his direction whilst her tongue danced against her lower lip and savour the taste of her own oozing precum. "Wanna taste?" Her voice shivered. Not that she was giving him and option as the next moment saw her reaching forward and grabbing a handful of hair, dragging him off balance so that he fell forward onto his knees. And so it was that Dave's world was suddenly filled with the sight of this dripped monster meat ...however, it was a moment later that his mouth was filled with it, to eye bulging and gagging extremes, when Tash suddenly took advantage of his positioning and thrust her hips forward, gasping at the tight wet constriction of his maw as her fingers reached around the back of his head ...threading through his hair and rampantly fucking his mouth to a toe curling pinnacle. She gasped ...her eyes bulged ...and that rampant meat with its two heavy swollen veg thusly sprayed the back of Dave's throat with a tidal semen wave that spilled gloriously from his mouth, choking him on cum ....it was a few moments before Tash released him and withdrew her rampant and still swollen hard rod and turned her eyes to the magnificent sight of Dave's mouth spilling with seed that painted the front of his overall in thick pearly strings. Davey boy let out a squeal and he pushed her hard, driving Tash back against the bulkhead and ringing her bells at the same time as he once more ran for his very life ...well, perhaps not his life, but he was determined to keep his new found virginity if only because the alternative screwed with his head to much But running was hard ...or at least keeping his footing was, for you see, his newly formed mangina was every bit as aching to be filled as that hot head of flesh was in filling it, and thusly, ever since it had taken form at Dave's crotch it's juices had been swelling into a deliciously scented wet patch against his jumpsuit, though now it was so sodden as to be actually leaking ...as sadly it was upon this sexual snail trail that Dave missed his footing and slipped up, flying backwards with his arms outstretched and coming to rest on his back with his legs open It was a moment later that Tash was upon him, a salacious grin playing a harmony with her expression, "Well ....you are an eager little bunny aren't you!" she glanced down at the wet slick between his legs and the pooling of that sweet nectar on the floor around him. He tried to move ...but she was far too quick for him and pressed her strength against his chest, one hand gripped against his neck as she leant in and start slurping those sticky strings from his face, while the other hand pulled tugged and tore at his overalls, releasing that newly found virginity to the gaze of her one eyed trouser snake. Tash never lifted her eyes from his or her mouth from his cum laden lips as she thrust forward, the head of her solid shaft sliding between those slickly oiled lips that spread for her like the red sea parting for Moses, though ...it is arguable that this aching mangina was probably wetter than the aforementioned inland sea. Something that the rapid and slick sounding slopping and slipping of Tash's horny herm meat would attest to. For several minute remained locked together in this rutting ritual ...leaking juices pooling around them in a veritable ocean of pre-orgasm as the air started to fill with grunts and groans of releasing sexual tension. Dave was lost in all this, unable to think straight ...unable to do anything but take what was given to him in fast thrusting motions, but the feeling that grew within him was that as strange and unique an event as this was in his life ...it was not altogether unpleasant ...far from it. He began to shiver as his body built into the first deep orgasm that he had experienced ....it crashed over him, rocking his senses and twisting his world inside out, and turning him inside out was something that Tash's thrusting meat almost did when it suddenly released a seismic stream of semen that battered him deeply, their bodies entwined as they were both shaken by this deeply unnatural shared orgasm. They shared a few breathless moments, and Tasha had this overwhelming need to roll over and take a nap ...but this though slowly slipped from her mind as she slipped her body from Dave's and the chemical started to disperse from her system. The rutting rod slowly began to shrink in size as she slowly allowed herself to fall backward, her eyes fixed up against the gantries above her head as her body reverted to the luscious feminine form that garnered her so much attention on the bridge of the ship. It was then that all hell broke loose ...well, had it not beforehand, but this was some serious stuff. A shrill pitched wailing siren chorused through the station which caused Dave to sit bolt upright, his eyes burning against the central control of the engine room. A faint hiss spat across the airways as the comms wedged in her ear sparked into life. Muffled within it was Justine's anxious tones, her voice steeped in panic. "Tash ....get your ass out of there. Seriously, the stations core is going critical. We are just picking up a huge spike in energy from the station." She turned to Dave ...her mouth fell open ...she wanted to speak, but couldn't find the words. Not that she could have told him anything he didn't already know, as after a quick exchanged glance he lept up and ran across to the control panel. It was shortly after that Tasha ran after him, all memory of what had just happened having to be pushed aside as they faced something far greater. At the heart of the station beat its quantum core, a heavy shielded tube that stood some five stories in height at the centre of the station, within it was housed a singularity from which all the stations systems were powered, however, something had caused the core to become unbalanced ...likely the Futanarium having gotten into the recycling air of the station had also somehow found its way into the core's conventional cooling system. Dave glanced back at her ...deep worry etched in his expression. Up until now he had been frantically trying to balance the power and try and hold back the surging wave from the heart of the singularity ...but it was becoming an increasingly more trying battle. "Tash ..." he spoke, his voice much more manly now that the last of the genetic manipulation had left his system, though, he still walked a little funny ...but maybe that was to be expected. "...you have to get out of here." Dave turned towards her ...his form now fueled with normalizing levels of testosterone ...his body bristling with the knowledge that the end was approaching and he faced it with a certain calmness "I ....I wish it could have been different." he smiled towards her, his soft eyes glinting as he drank in that feminine guile of Tasha's slender form. He couldn't help himself, he didn't want to, and with that he just he pulled her to him ...his mouth finding her, his passion surging through that embrace as their tongues danced deeply ...longingly ...lingeringly. He was filled with the greatest reluctance to pull his mouth from hers, and from the aching sorrow in her expression her own feelings were clear. Dave stepped back and turned his attention back towards the console that governed the control of the stations power source "Tasha ...please ...get out of here. Get your ship as far from this station as you can." his eyes darted towards the overload indicator that was steadily rising he waited for it to reach a certain level before flicking open a safeguard cover and pressing the button within. There came a sonorous hiss from within the core and jets of ice cold opaque gas blasted through the side vents and coated the floor with a momentary layer of frost. "The core wont last much longer ...I can hold it for a little while, but there is only three or four decent sized blasts in the reserve cooling chamber." he sighed ...his eyes briefly closed, "...and they can only be activated manually." Tasha felt a chill run through her, she knew well what he meant, that he was going to stay behind and try and give her the time she needed to reach the Vancouver. She stepped forward, her hand pressed against his shoulder, an earnest gaze filling her eyes. "We can run ...both of us ...we can make it!" Dave looked up ...watching the gauge as it rose ...waiting for it to reach the cusp of the safety zone before applying a second blast of super chilled coolant directly into the heart of the singularity. "No ....no we couldn't." his voice taking on a soft and almost resigned tone at her insistence. He knew his fate was sealed. "We would never have the time, this is the only way ...now ...please ....run." his tone came a little sharper, the clouding within his eyes the precursor to some deep emotion that was swimming its way top the surface Tash lingered her eyes against his for as long as she dared to ...a pain deepening within her and growing more reluctant to leave him as the seconds ticked by, but she knew she had no choice, there was so much that she wanted to say, but she had neither the gift of eloquence or time enough for anything more than a squeeze of his shoulder against her hand. With that she turned and ran ...Dave's stood by the console and watched her flight across the engine room, his eyes inexorably drawn to the graceful feminine motion of her perfectly proportioned peaches. Damn, he hated to watch her go ...but he was enjoying watching her leave and committed this last pleasing memory to his mind in the hope that when the inevitable came, and his life flashed before his eyes, that fate would at least do him the courtesy of allowing him to linger in this moment. The bars reached the edge of the safe zone ...he jabbed at the button and delivered a third shot of coolant to the core. Tasha tried to link to the bridge via the comms ear piece, but the signal that came back just buzzed with static ...the radiating core of the station seemed to be interfering with the outgoing electrical signals. There was nothing else for it ...she had to run ...run as though her life depen... wait ...it did! The shattering realisation coursed through her and her legs were a blur as she drove hard up the metal stairwells and across gantries, desperately trying to remember the way back to the airlock and to relative safety. By the time she reached the airlock and threw herself in, she was gasping heavily ...her fist punching at the door control behind her, she barely wasted a moment scrabbling to her feet before she was racing through the corridors and passageways of the Vancouver ...already she could feel the dying shudders from the station that transmitted through the umbilical of their attachment. Tasha hit the lift at full speed ...her fingers glazing the controls as she bounced against the back wall. Mere seconds passed as the elevator shot through the shaft between decks ...but those seconds seemed so damn long with the space station in its death throes. The lift doors hissed open ...and Tash bolt across the bridge, half leaping and half sliding across the helms console and into her seat ...much to the shock of Justine, Katty and Simone. "Wha....." Justine started, her voice wavering at the discomfort of seeing Tash so flustered and beading with sweat that rolled down from her forehead. "No time ...Exploding hot core!" Came Tasha's nonsensical reply ...well to every one else at least, Tasha knew what she meant though it didn't stop Katalina's mind from wandering just a little, she knew well the frustration an exploding hot core could bring at times. Tasha slid her slender fingers around the control column that rose from the floor between her legs ...at the touch of her hands the entire helm pulsed into life. "Mother ....disengaged the umbilical ...now!" she shouted across the bridge as she pulled back hard against the shaft, her thumb engaging the thrusters that flare at the fore of the ship. There was a clunk as the umbilical disengaged ...at her gifted touch, the huge vessel began to turn, its nose pointing towards the depths of space. She whispered a few silent words to herself as she engaged the engines and thrust ~ Dave looked up at the gauge ...watching the bars as they climbed higher and higher ...again it reached the brink of the abyss and again he jabbed the button, only this time, rather than the jet of ultra chilled cooling gas there came only a thin hiss and wisp of steam that leaked from the vents at the side of the core ...the reserve chamber had emptied itself and the gauge continued on in its march to obliteration. There was maybe another thirty seconds left and so in what time Dave had left, he turn and hook a chair with his foot and promptly sat down, his hand reaching to his crotch and feeling the familiar form of his gender specific package beneath his coveralls. A smile danced on his face as his gaze dipped to his tackle. "At least I can die a ma............" The core ruptured ...the chamber cracked and the singularity pulsed brightly as its swiftly growing form engulfed the engine room, utterly incinerating everything it touched as it consumed the station, growing to many hundreds of times its captive size. The space around it crackled with the huge intensity of the energy that it was giving out. A Futa Futcha "I'm losing it Tash! I can't think straight at all." Marti moaned the words, her voice even higher pitched then it usually was. She swallowed hard again, looking at the beautiful woman that had shared so many carnal delights with her, images of past sexual collisions filled her head, filling her with more and more enhanced lust. She needed release, the girl acting almost out of newly ingrained instincts, was thrusting forward into the air itself, as if this could provide some form of relief. Her entire pale skinned body had gone red, and most embarrassing of all was the line of spittle falling from the corners of her lips and mixed with the drooling cockspit that collected at her feet. Martinique moved between her friends shackled legs, her small hand still unconsciously pumped softly at the fleshy engorged rod that twitched and drooled at her touch. The other three crew members stood at certain points around the disc. Simone at her right and Katalina at her left, while Justine positioned herself at her head, each of them fixedly gazed at the naked silver shocked vixen secured to the disc beneath them. Tasha's gaze flittered between the lusty crew and shot Marti a mischievous glance as the young woman stroked unconsciously at her thick cock. "Spin the bottle is so last century." grinned the flame haired minx as she placed a hand on the edge of the disc and tested the resistance. "How about a game of 'Spin the Tasha?" she asked with barely contained glee. "Rules are simple babe." she winked at her, "I spin you around and wherever you come to rest, that part of your which is closest gets to service that member of the crews ...member. Pussy, pout or palms." she giggled. Martinique gave the disc a sudden push and the defined world around Tasha suddenly fell into a swirling blur of fleshy fuck meat ...each breath tasting the air that was so richly laced with manly musk The disc slowed ....before suddenly coming to a stop, a short while later her vision stopped swirling and she glanced at the woman between her legs, it was Marti ...if Tash were the suspicious sort she might have thought that her newly phallic friend had stopped her intentionally with the plan of dipping her freshly formed wick into her sloppy slit. This meant that Simone and Katalina would be availing relief from her hands and, as if on cue, Tasha suddenly felt the heated weight of each root mould against her grip, her fingers tightening around each stem as their owners began to pump softly at first ...the head of each cock aimed squarely at her bountiful breasts and the air suddenly given over to sort pleasured sighs as they thrust in unison with the design of covering those well rounded orbs of hers with thick steamy seed. Her eyes were fixed with Marti's, as if the sight of this feisty minx bearing a huge thickened, drooling shaft between her thighs wasn't enough, the actual expression in her eyes of wanting to try it out on her, made her head swim with the severity of the twinge that suddenly speared her nethers, it was as though she had been hooked into the ships power circuits. The very idea of having Martinique's seed pooling inside the deep bastion of her core made her toes curl, her eyes flashed towards her, her voice came a little breathlessly as she spoke. "Oh F...fuck...me" she whimpered, that this was hardly the most eloquent of responses, but it certainly seemed to encapsulate her exact thoughts quite succinctly at that moment. The bulbous head moved against her soft mound, and then Marti pushed against her lips, she knew that to push forward would hurt her ...and it brought a twinge of sympathy to her heart. She did enjoy getting rough with Tasha, though she couldn't imagine how painful this would be, if her body would have allowed her, she may have stopped right her and now, but, the lust ...the uncontrollable bestial lust was screaming at her, howling like some primal creature demanding its pleasure. All, Martinique could do, was lean forward and give the other woman a soft smile before the wicked persona took over once more and she let out another growl as she drove her hips forward and pressed the thick crown against the welcoming heat of her friends sodden seeping pussy. She grunted at the need to feel herself balls deep in that tight little snatch. She pushed her hips forward feeling the tip of her swollen cock head press inside those womanly folds, she grunted and another squirt of warm seed worked its way from the tip of her hermcock, spraying Tasha's insides with her precum, she wanted ...no, she needed to be buried in that silken, sodden cleft of her friend's dripping cunt. Another thrust forward, and to her delight she found the entirety of her spongy head buried within those warm walls, never before could have imagined just how lovely that could feel, that warmth, and slickness clung tightly to her throbbing cock. She gasped in unrestrained pleasure as she pushed further forward, the velvet embrace running slowly up along her shaft and sending a buzz of pleasure through her. "How's it feel my cock hungry slut? You want me deeper don't you?" Marti was only happy enough to oblige, without waiting for Tasha's response. She thrust her hips forward again, this time it was accompanied by a slick sound as she felt her friends juices slosh around her and found herself buried six inches of her full length inside Tasha, but there was still so much more, and the rest of her shaft was aching to feel the heat from those soft and slick inner muscles. Justine had no intention of being left out and bought her thick shaft towards her underling, Tasha pressed her pouting lips tight to the end of Justine's cock, feeling the sticky taste of its beading fluid, she parted those lips just a little, allowing her tongue to flick teasingly across the end, sweeping the latest creamy bead into her mouth and depositing it at the back of her throat where its salty sweet taste spread through her maw. She parted her full pouting lips further, trying to encompass the girth of the swollen head ...fuck it was big... she felt the pressure from Justine's hand forcing her down, and she was hardly likely to resist, she felt the huge shaft begin to fill her mouth, her tongue slickly laying a trail along its heavily veined underside, all the while it continued to leak its heady seed in her mouth and flood her with its taste. Her warm moist grip continued as her cock slowly pushed forward, she felt like her eyes were bulging from her skull as this dribbling monster sank into her, finally she felt it press tightly at the back of her throat, an occasionally twitch along its glistening length would send some of that seed, from those laden balls, oozing down her throat and she swallowed some. Tasha felt the full girth of Justine's enormous meaty pole stretch her gaping maw, making the corners of her ruby red mouth ache from its sheer size as she tried to accommodate this monstrously sized rod of throbbing flesh. She caught softly whispered words as Martinique luridly praised her efforts at trying to please them all and with it felt a aching spear strike deeply against her sweetening centre as the young crimson locked maiden sunk her cock deeper into her ...forcing damn near the entirety of her thick root inside her sodden purse. Tasha gasped hard against her Captain's occupying length would allow as Martinique's hermhead brushed against her cervix ...and feeling the resistance, the young woman ground and rolled her hips so that the engorged crown pressed hard against her depths, the dribble of creamy pearls seeping into her welcoming womb. "Your such a sweet hot little slut." Marti gasped breathily. There wasn't a time when a few soft words from Marti's mouth wouldn't create that special ache within, reaching depths that only she could seem to reach, but, with the feverishly perverse advent of this dribbling man staff at her command, her sweetly spoken words struck her with an even rawer passion and she felt the involuntary contractions of her deep pelvic muscles as yet more of her slick, sweet lubricant spilled from her warming flower and soaked against the hot veined tool that pounded her before leaking down the exposed silken flush of her inner thigh. If Tasha was able to look downward, she could swear that she would see a slight bulge in her belly, almost in the outline of a phallus. Marti smiled in abject pleasure as her shaft rose and fell within the silky confines of her colleagues cunt. "Take it bitch..." She squealed lustily as she then thrust once more, burying herself to the hilt as she felt her balls spasm and a fire run the length of her herm-meat. The young crimson haired maiden fell forward a little, reaching out her hands against Tasha's warm shapely hips and digging her nails hard against the grade 'A' meat she found at her touch. The shift in position gave her greater scope to work that thick fuck stick harder and deeper into Tasha's availing sexual sauce and the rhythm of her hips increased to an almost feverish pace as the rampant rutting fuelled by colossal amounts of testosterone that was coursing through her bloodstream took hold and she found herself suddenly completely buried in the warmth of Tasha's simmering sex, her sack slapped hard against the other woman's body resting against her. She felt her member twitching excitedly, and whispered. " So tight...." her voice wavering as she spoke. The lust mad female's cock was still dripping copious amounts of fluid as it ground tightly inside her playpal's perfect pussy, the dripping meat staff that was jutting so rudely from between her legs was oozing an unnatural amount of cum, that was flowing down the shaft and soon sliding slowly down the glorious swell of Tasha's rump, and her own cunt, was so wet her nectar was causing not only her thighs to glisten, but down to her ankles and feet, leaving a pool of lust at their feet. Simone and Katalina seemed possessed of one body as, from opposing sides of the prone fulsome figure of their crewmate, they thrust their hips back and forth. Tasha's grip against their rods ever tightened as her other orifices were so powerfully plundered by the pumping poles of passion that spit roasted her sexually sweaty shape. Simone's cock suddenly twitched and jerked, a gasp taking to her pouting lips as an unfamiliar sensation took a hold of her loins. This seemed to set off a tide of seminal sauce as the sexual sluice gates between the navigator and the comms officer suddenly opened ...their hips bucked against the helmswomans tight grip around their engorged shafts as the pair of heavily hung and heated herms exploded with a wash of cream that spurted across Tasha's svelte shape. The sexual spill flooded across her breasts and coated her stomach with a glistening sheen. The air was home to a rich sexual soup that panged at her senses and Tasha was suddenly aware of a deep groan that came from Justine ...moments later a sudden wet slap hit the back of her throat, for a moment she couldn't draw breath, such was the flood of opaque seed that jerked from the crown and slammed hard against her palate and ebbed down her throat. The taste of semen had nothing upon the succulent nectar that would spill from between hot wet lips and coat her tongue, but this was a little different... although it retained the richly salty taste it was also laced with something far more familiar, something that made Tasha's own wet sodden and filled pussy surge a little more in its presence... the deeply sweet taste of Justine's musk. Her eyes went wide for a moment, as she almost gagged from the very weight of it before she was able to coax the muscles at the back of her throat to eagerly accept the spewing wash, a large gulp bought much of the wad flowing down her throat and into the pit of her stomach, It felt like an avalanche of fluid as it course down her, but there was no sign of this meat going flaccid, no single moneyshot with this hose made flesh, it was likely that until the effects of whatever they had taken wore of that this massive standard would continue to spill its seed into whichever hungry orifice it was currently invading. The thought of this did nothing to deter Niki's hunger for it, rather, it instilled in her a need to try and satisfy her fellow crews lusty lunges. Between her thighs, the pressure also increased, her hips pushing on towards Marti, taking every inch that she could within her and compelling her body to gorge itself on every ounce of seed that beaded from its head... Tasha's eyes moistened as she strained against the pulsating meat that pressed tightly against the back of her creamed cunnie. It felt like a jet stream of jisum as it battered at the gates of her womb and filled her deeply, but the tightness of her slippery sleeve couldn't hope to contain such quantities of cum and before long huge trials of opaque goo laced that cock that was still hard and pounding between her legs, each thrust accompanied by a juicy and vivacious slurping as the bucket full of seed that she contained spilled liberally from between her thighs and splattered against the floor and feet of the elfin minx. Slowly each one of them slowed their movements and looked down at the young woman so liberally painted with a canvas of cum, with strings of creamy pearls dripping from almost every open orifice. Marti glanced at her friend with a smile as she eased her still hard rod from Tasha's abused snatch, meanwhile Tasha glanced around at the collected cock endowed crew, noting that even after such a heavy unload, none had lost their vigor. "Lets spin again." Justine grinned as her recently spent tool still twitched and throbbed, it showed no signs of relenting even after those laden balls of hers must have emptied half a gallon of sticky white seed down Tasha's throat. "I want to break in that pretty pert ass of hers." she said with a chuckle as she stroked her meat.