28 comments/ 59637 views/ 14 favorites Deep Space By: Dragonteeth Author's Note - This story is the result of several ideas that have been fermenting for many years in the back of my fevered imagination. It is my first submission so CONSTRUCTIVE comments are welcome, but please be kind. Special thanks are due to cockslave, without whom this tale would not have seen the light of day. I hope you enjoy it and please take the time to vote. It was a machine, a brooding mechanical presence, inhuman, unalive, but not quite dead. Drifting through the eternal midnight, it's faceted lenses staring with sightless vision across the timeless void. An alien intelligence, on a collision course with a human destiny. ******** Kismet Harcourt slipped quietly from the anonymous man's bed, another unfulfilling conquest. She collected her clothes and dressed in the bathroom. It was cramped and harshly lit after the mellow glow of his quarters but she wanted to get out without disturbing him now, and speed was of the essence. Rejecting underwear she slipped into the light grey jumpsuit and pulled the zip all the way from her waist in the back right between her legs and up the front, pausing with the zip at the top, she reconsidered and undid it a little; leaving a generous amount of cleavage on show. She thrust her underwear into her pocket and left. Hands in pockets Kismet strutted through the station corridor, head up, her long hair flying in the sterile atmosphere and reduced gravity. The space faring men and a few of the women too, turned to watch her pass with hunger in their eyes. She had no time for any of them now; she just wanted to be out, away from the station, away from the eyes, away from people in general. She turned to the docking node and pressed her pass to the panel, punched the access code and waited for the airlock to cycle. The mechanism hummed, clicked and whirred before eventually the door hissed open and she stepped through. Back aboard her ship she started to feel the tension ebb, this was the closest thing to home she'd ever known, not like a House on the surface, but a home, the place she belonged. The Keyed in the control codes and watched the Docking node drop flaccidly away from the side of her ship. She was reminded briefly of the man she'd left and wondered if he'd woken and realised that she was gone yet. The computers and mechanics did their thing there was nothing for Kismet to do as the small, sleek, ship, "Halcyon Blue" moved away from the space station and began the long acceleration towards the outer colonies. Kismet picked a direction at random, and set the computer to maintain control. She still had an itch that needed scratching. Unzipping the front of her Jumpsuit she reached inside to caress her breast, feeling the fullness of it in her hand as the nipple hardened. Her other hand strayed downward over the fabric of the suit it stroked gently at the fork of her body. The Zipper hard and sharp on her labia, her fingers soft and warm on her nipple. She pinched her nipple and caught her breath; twisting hard she relished the exquisite pain. Her other hand pressed harder now as she stroked her crotch, her hips rocking, she paused to unzip the jumpsuit further. Her fingers found the hot, moist, centre of her femininity and her breathing began coming in shallow pants. The dark snake of her orgasm awoke in the pit of her belly, uncoiling through her flesh. Her fingers slipped inside her, pushing into her body, her thumb flicking over her clit, massaging her flesh into a frenzy. Her orgasm rose through her body, her back arching as the fingernails of her other hand bite into her own breast. Suddenly sirens wailed, warnings sounded, lights flashed. Kismet swore loudly as she returned to the reality of the cockpit. Her hands flew over the controls by instinct, her sexual energy translated to action of another sort as she wrestled the ship back from the massive gravity well. Drives shrieking as the structure shook and huge forces wrenched at Halcyon Blue. Gradually the sleek little ship lost the battle and slipped further towards the huge centre of mass that had suddenly appeared, too close and too large for the small ship to avoid. She gave up the unequal fight and instead turned towards the great black hulk looming before her, controlling the headlong plunge into the improbably large gravity well. As she drew closer details became visible, clearly it was some kind of deep space ship but it conformed to no design she'd ever seen. It seemed dead, but the gravity well suggested monumental power, which was just not engaged; she wondered why. Kismet pulled the Halcyon Blue into a tight orbit around the hulk, and engaged all the instruments to record the object. Stroking its surface with electronic signals, caressing its contours, investigating, evaluating, measuring everything... ...and the machine measured and evaluated her. Eventually she found what looked like a docking bay, a slot in the belly of the craft, nestling between the drive nacelles, the doors were closed, but she couldn't help making the obvious anatomical connection. Giggling inwardly she turned her ship and approached the doors. She slowed the ship to a bare crawl and the computer tried to trigger the mechanism, it failed and a warning began to sound. Kismet slowed the Halcyon Blue even further, and the warning continued. The proximity alarm went off as she fell towards the ship, too close now to pull away before smashing ignominiously into the belly of the huge vessel. The gamble paid off, the doors began to slide open, slowly, almost too slowly. The Halcyon Blue slid slowly inside. ******** The Machine had been aware of the small craft approaching it. It felt the sensors probing. It had no way of recognising the signals but it was aware of the craft falling towards the docking bay. It attempted to warn the small craft away but it didn't respond, so in a final attempt to preserve hull integrity it opened itself up to the invading craft. As the small ship entered its belly the machine scanned it and analysed the atmosphere inside. ******** By the time Halcyon Blue had settled onto the floor of the docking bay the machine had begun to manufacture a close approximation of the air inside the small ship, so that when Kismet did her checks she found the atmosphere breathable. The gravity here was not as high as the space station, barely adequate to hold things down, and to be on the safe side Kismet donned the protective space suit she used for forays into less hospitable places. She also grabbed a portable "sniffer" to analyse the atmosphere outside the craft. Not quite trusting the readings she was getting from the instruments on her own ship. She stepped outside her ship encased in her suit and took readings from the sniffer. Puzzled she cleared the readout and took another set of readings. This too indicated that the air was breathable. She opened the mask in the suit helmet and sniffed, wondering why people still did that. If the air was poisonous, it was very unlikely that sniffing it would give any warning at all, let alone enable anyone to seal up the suit again, opening the suit was a one-way operation, but everyone always sniffed. ******** The machine was aware of the small life form moving through cavities and corridors within its self. It tested the air that the life form exhaled; it scanned the body with its sensors. It also drew the life form through itself by turning on lighting and adjusting the atmosphere. It began to manufacture organic trace chemicals resembling pheromones. ******** Exploring the ship Kismet bounced in the low gravity. She had worked her way from the docking bay, almost all the way forward. There was one more section she hadn't seen yet the cockpit, and she was sure it was behind this door. The door like everything else about this ship was huge and it opened automatically as she approached. The cockpit was large, and spacious, but also like everything else in the ship was completely empty, or so it seemed. There was a low pulsing hum, the machine lurked the darkness. The most prominent object in the room was a huge throne. Kismet knew no other word for it; it was clearly the seat of power. The seat was broad and clearly made for a bipedal life form, as there were two footrests or stirrups. There were also two arms with nodules or buttons at the ends. Unable to resist the temptation, she slipped up onto the giant seat. The low hum intensified and the throne shifted gently to accommodate her alien proportions. The seat began to throb, massaging and stimulating her body. Kismet relaxed and the Throne shifted once again. The footrests lifted, and Kismet felt her legs separate slightly. Overwhelmed with sexual longings she felt her pulse rate rise and her body softened. She settled back in the throne and relished the throbbing sensations thrilling through her body. She felt a pressure at her crotch and glanced down. What she saw filled here with mixture of horror and desire. The seat had split into two panels, parting her thighs, and in the gap between was a large phallic object. It was long and tapering like the horn of a rhinoceros, but shiny and metallic, and it was pointed directly towards the core of her femininity. Maybe it was the thought of the rhinoceros that made her think of the possibility of a second horn. She leapt up, looked back at the gap between the seat pads, and saw that there was indeed a second phallus between the two cushions. She was suddenly overcome with a sexual need that she couldn't fully explain. ******** The machine had been pumping the pheromones into the atmosphere in carefully measured doses and at precise moments so that the reaction of the little life form was not at all illogical from it's point of view. It had to adjust the structure of the control chair slightly but the life form it was used to was also bipedal so it wasn't a very great adjustment. ******** Almost before she realised it, Kismet was stripping out of the space suit and unzipping the jump suit all the way. She opened the two halves of the jump suit as she slid back into the chair. Her hands gripped the arms and she waited as the thrumming massage began again. She tried to relax but this time the tension stayed with her. Her hands lifted almost unthinkingly to her breasts and the arms of the throne moved with her cupping beneath her swelling female flesh and trapping her in the chair. At the same time she became aware of pressure at her anus and crotch as the metallic horns approached, the metal was smooth and to her surprise it was warm, vibrating slightly with mechanical life. Kismet shifted to allow the Horns to dock efficiently into her body as they moved in. She held her breath as the tapered metal began to stretch the gateway to her flesh. The arms were now vibrating against her breasts and the horns continued to intrude into her. Distracted by what was happening to her, Kismet didn't notice the whining vibration that began to flow through the whole ship as the drives became engaged. Suddenly the Horns stopped moving and Kismet felt the muscles of here abdomen clench as the arms found her nipples and began a vibrating caress. At the same time the whining vibration rose to a near inaudible level as the ship started to accelerate through space. Kismet raised her head against the headrest and Suddenly found her mind filled with visions of star fields as the ship moved through the void. She battled the vertigo as the stars whirled in her head; it felt as if she was naked in the vacuum of space. She shifted her bodyweight to allow the horns better access to her body and as they slid further into her heated core, the ship accelerated. She clenched her muscles and the ship accelerated further still. The stars were blurring past in her head. Realising a connection she shifted her body and the ship began to swing to one side. She shifted back and sure enough the ship began to swing in the opposite direction. It wasn't long before she had the hang of moving the ship by careful movements of her body but as the ship accelerated and the horns moved inside her she also became more aroused. The Ship accelerated still further and Kismet began humping involuntarily against the intruding horns. The horns began pumping into her, filling her, stretching her feminine flesh. Kismet felt the onset of her orgasm and desperately tried to slow down, but all was in vein as the ship streaked across the emptiness, beyond the outer colonies and into deep space. The horns were pumping hard into her now, back and forward, fucking her with a ruthless, rhythmical, mechanical efficiency. As her arousal spiralled upwards the machine clasped her breasts with its arms, clamping her nipples and a pair of tiny nodules moved into position either side of her clit and began to vibrate strongly. Suddenly her orgasm exploded into her body, filling her consciousness with exploding galaxies and the ship burst into hyperspace, passing beyond the known universe and entirely out of human knowledge... ...Well, almost Deep Space 69 The view from the window of the space station was amazing. The earth looked like agiant blue green marble. Captain James could never get enough of the view home, but he had other things on his mind. The Litarian’s were coming aboard to work out a peace treaty with the Clarions and he was to mediate the process. The intercom in his quarters sounded and the voice on the other end told him that the Litarian’s ship had arrived and was preparing to dock. Captain James put on his uniform jacket and walked through the halls of the station to the welcoming platform. The King and Queen's entourage came off the ship and readied the area for the King and Queen's grand entrance. Blue carpet was laid down everywhere they had to walk so that the Queen's gowns would not touch the ground. This was the first time Captain James was to meet the King and he had heard that the Queen was from Earth but he was not prepared to see his former roommate step off that ship. The Queen pretended not to know the Captain because it would create a conflict of interest with the peace talks. When the Captain introduced himself, the Queen requested that he personally show her around the station later so that they could get to know each other better. He smiled and agreed to her request. The King had no idea this was the roommate who still haunted the Queen. The Captain had his guests brought to their rooms as the Clarion ship arrived. The President disembarked the ship and was demanding things from the Captain before he even was face to face with him. The Captain knew this was going to be a long week of talks and there was going to be nothing peaceful about them. Once everyone was settled in his or her temporary quarters, the Captain went up to the Operations deck to speak with the Officer under him. His XO was a very capable woman by the name of Anne Cutler and he never worried when he left her in charge. They worked well together and at times he wondered if there could be something between the two of them someday when they were not stationed together. She was a blonde goddesswith amazing eyes and he could not take his eyes off of her as she went about her duties on the bridge. Anne's uniform clung to her in all the right places and Captain James couldn't help but get excited. When she left the deck to go back to her office, he followed her. "Anne can I ask you a question without gettingslapped?" he said to her in the hall. "Depends Captain." She smiled as she answered him and it nearly drove him wild. "Do you ever fool around with superior officers?" he asked. "Only ones I like. Meet me in my quartersafter dinner tonight and we can discuss it more." Captain James smiled at her then she went into her office and shut the door. He walked down to the cafeteria to get something to eat. As he was getting his coffee and sandwich, the Clarion President walked in and sent his assistant up to the line while he sat down at a table and motioned to Captain James to join him. The President was annoying man who felt everyone should worship him because he was elected. He was rude to his assistant and a total jerk to his former wife. She left him and went on to become a Senator for their home region. The Captain sat down and the President began to whine to him about the Litarians. Captain James just sat there eating his sandwich and going "uh huh" at the right times. He looked across the room and saw that the Litarian Queen sitting at a table playing Lambian Chess with the King. They looked happy playing together and they were smiling and laughing as they played. The Captain hoped she was happy even though he didn't want her moving out or getting married on him like she did. They had had a very bad fight as she moved out and he was sorry he put her through that. The King was beating the Queen badly because her mind was more on the Captain than it was on the game. He began to tease her about it but she did not let it show that he was right. Tierney had a place in her heart for the Captain still, even after all these years. They had lived together for the four years during college with Dickie and Sarah in a tiny two-bedroom apartment in California. They had had fun in thatlittle apartment. Tierney day dreamed about the time she and Sarah gave the Captain his first taste of oral sex. It was a hot Sunday afternoo nand Dickie was off at tennis practice so the two girls decided since they were both between boyfriends, they would use their roommate for their own personal sexual satisfaction. Josh was in his room talking on line to a bunch of his friends in his boxers when the girls crashed in on him wearing nothing but bras and panties. All Josh did was turn around and see the girls and he was hard. They made him sign off and they pretty much just dragged him to the bed and had their way with him. Sarah squatted over his face and gave him lessons on proper tongue use while Tierney went down on his rock hard cock. The feel of her soft lips on his dick made Josh go crazy and he didn't last long with her. Soon she had Josh up again and she was riding him like the animal he was. Tierney was in total control and Josh was helpless. He gave in and started to try and meet her as she slid up and down on him. When she did it slowly, she drove him crazy and he wanted her to go faster. When she went faster, he wanted her to go slower because he was about to explode. There was no making Josh happy, so Tierney gave up on making Josh happy and concentrated on herself. As she rode Josh, she savagely played with her clit, rubbing it in circles, moaning loudly and soon Josh was joining her in the moaning because her cunt was grabbing him and squeezing him as she came. He came right behind her as she fell off him and cuddled up. He kissed the back of her neck and they fell asleep. Sarah got all pissed off because Tierney ruined Josh and he wasn't in any shape to do her too. Tierney never did share nicely. "Could you move sometime this light year mylove?" the King asked Tierney. "Oh sorry Hon." Tierney went back to the game and the King noticed Josh staring at her in the same way she looked at him. She had told him everything about Josh after their arrival and he wondered if he did the right thing persuading Tierney to marry him right after she broke up with Josh. They had met when the King was still a Prince and in college. Tierney never knew he was a Prince. She always knew him as the guy from her chemistry class who she always studied with. Everyone called him Tony. How many Prince Tony's does one know? Thefact that he had 5 first names didn't come out until the day he asked her to be his Princess. They had always been friends and when she broke up with Josh, Tony was there to console her and soon they were involved in a whirlwind fairy tale romance that was on the cover of every gossip magazine within weeks. The Clarion President was talking to the Captain and Josh didn't even know it. He was too busy staring at Tierney. Finally the President pinched Josh to get his attention. Josh hated the rude man even more at that point. One of the crew came up to the table and told the Captain he was needed in another area of the ship and he excused himself. The Clarion President stared at Tierney too. She grew up into abeautiful woman from the last time Josh saw her. Parte di Immondizia was infatuated with her too. He hoped to bed her without starting a war. Maybe if she knew how well endowed he was, she would let him. No woman could resist a Clarion. They had forked cocks that could satisfy a woman front and back at the same time and they were able to grab things with them that drove women wild in bed. Now he was horny. He told his assistant he wished totake a nap and headed back to his quarters. He stripped naked as he entered the room and locked the door. His cock was wide-awake and ready to play. He grabbed a bottle of lotion on the side of the bed and applied it all over the trunk and tentacles of his cock. He moaned and the tentacles started to wave wildly. The more cream he rubbed in, the more he moaned and the tentacles went crazy. He stroked his trunk hard and fast and soon neon green ooze was coming from the tentacles. He needed to bed a female soon before he went nuts. He was going to make the Queen want him if it was the last thing he did. Later that evening, the Captain knocked on the door to Anne's quarters. She answered the door wearing a silk bathrobe and probably nothing else. Dinner was set at the table in the corner of the sitting room of her quarters. Anne had candles burning and soft music playing in the background. They sat down to eat and Josh was nervous. Anne was not her usual self either. Anne had the replicator make the Captain's favorite meal from home for two and Josh was quite surprised. They talked about their lives back home and where they had been stationed in their careers. Once the meal was finished, Anne and the Captain sat down on the futon to watch a movie on the display monitor. As the movie progressed, Anne cuddled up with Josh and soon they were kissing. With the movie forgotten, Josh slipped his hand under her robe and began to fondle her breast and roll her nipple between his fingers. Anne let out a little sigh. She put her hand on the Captain's thigh and slowly slid it up his leg so soon she was rubbing the already hard Captain. Anne pressed a button on the side of the futon and it slid out to make a bed as they continued kissing and stroking each other. Anne released Josh's hard member from his pants and started sucking him off. Josh loved the feel of her warm wet lips against his member and letout a moan. She played with his balls as the pressure built up inthem. He reached under her and started rubbing her clit. The more Josh rubbed her, the harder she sucked him so it became a game for the two ofthem. The sound of Anne's moans were a bigger turn on for the Captain than he had ever known before. As she came for him, he began to feel his balls boil and knew he could not hold back anymore. An explosion went off and he came more than she could swallow. Cum was dripping down her angelic face and Josh enjoyed watching her wipe it off and lick her fingers. They kissed some more then Josh laid Anne down on the futon sohe could show her how much he appreciated what she did for him. He spread her legs apart and began to lick at her joy button. As she got wetter,Josh licked up her juices. She tasted even sweeter than he thought. Soon he was tongue fucking her like a mad man as she came all over his face. He could sense she was close again so he slid two fingers inside her as he rubbed her clit roughly with his thumb. Soon Anne was screaming and moaning like crazy and begging Josh to fuck her. He slid his rock hard cock into Anne and it was more than she had ever had before so she criedout in pain as Josh started ramming her. Anne moved in rhythm with Josh and soon the two of them were grunting and moaning together in unison as they both exploded with pleasure. The Captain woke up with Anne in his arms, smiling as she slept. He had to go change his clothes and get ready to start theday's peace talks. He slipped out of bed and went to his own quarters. The talks between the Libertarians and the Clarions were scheduled for all day with a break for lunch and a formal dinner after for all involved. Josh prayed that someone would have Excedrin with them because after having lunch with the Clarion President yesterday, he knew that he was going to have a killer headache by the end of dinner. The talks went nowhere by lunch. The Clarion’s needed Polymer 57 and only the Litarian’s could produce it. The Clarion’s would buy it from them but put a tax on it so that they would in reality only be paying a small part of what it was worth. The King refused to pay the tax so the Litarian’s stopped selling the Clarion’s the Polymer 57. When a ship carrying what they thought wasPolymer 57 passed through the Clarion’s airspace, they would attack the ship andtake the Polymer 57 like pirates. They had killed 2 crewmen and wounded a couple of dozen more. The King felt responsible for those men and wanted this to stop but he was not going to let his people’s only source of international income be given away. War was inevitable by the time they broke for a dinner reception being given by the Captain for the visitors and the officers of the station. It was aformal dinner with dancing afterwards. The crew wore their parade dress uniforms and the women wore ballgowns. It was the first time that there was a formal reception at the space station and the Captain spared no stops in making it a memorable event for the crew. There was a hologram orchestra in one corner of the room and the replicator was busy at work for days making fabulous food from all over the galaxy. The President was dancing with the Queen while his hands wandered on her ass. She kept moving them back to her waist but he was insistent in his mission. He kissed the top of her exposed breast and she smacked him across the face and walked away. He grabbed her and pulled Tierney back to him. He planted a kiss on her lips then backhanded her across the face. No woman ever dared to stop his advances and Tierney would not be allowed to bethe first. The Captain rushed over tohelp Tierney. Soon three security officers were holding the President and dragging him away from Tierney. The King was insisting that charges bepressed against the President for attacking the Queen. The President was insisting that he had diplomatic immunity and could not be arrested. Josh had the President confined to quarters until the situation could be straightened out then went up to the bridge to figure out what he was going to do about the situation. Anne was there in her ball gown giving orders to the crew before she turned in for the night. Josh thought she looked stunning and wanted more of what he tasted last night. He asked her to meet him in his office when she was done. He left and went into his office to add the latest fiasco with the Litarians and the Clarion’s. Anne rang the intercom to Josh’s office and he buzzed her in. She looked beautiful to Josh and he wanted her out of that dress as soon as possible. Josh pushed some buttons on the control panel on his desk and soon the room was sound proof and no one was able to open his door without his permission. He unzipped the back of Anne’s gown and helped her out of it. The corset she wore underneath turned Josh on even more. Her pure white breasts were popping out of the corset like beautiful ripe melons. He pulled her close and placed gentle kisses on each one while Anne stroked him through the uniform pants. “I feel like a Victorian heiress being had by Horatio Hornblower. Damned Star Command traditions. God forbid we get uniforms from this century.” Said Anne. “I kind of like the sword” said Josh pouting. “It makes me look like a pirate.” Anne giggled at him and rolled her eyes at him before kissing him on the neck and putting her arms around his waist. He kissed her lips gently and slipped his fingers between her and the silk of her panties. He slid her panties down to her knees and she helped him by stepping out of them. He kept kissing her as he slipped a finger in her wetness and made her purr for him. Anne helped him out of his dress uniform andhis underwear. He was rock hard as her hand grazed his shaft. “Someone wants to come out and play withme.” Said Anne. “Yes he does.” Said Josh. Anne got down on her knees and took Josh in her warm mouth. He let out a little moan as she licked the head. Anne took the whole thing in her mouth and Josh was hers to do what she wanted. She sucked his shaft then sucked around thebase of the head. Josh was going crazyand begged her not to stop. Anne straddled Josh’s lap and used the head of his cock to play with her clit. She rubbed her slit up and down his shaft and Josh begged her to finish him already. His head was red and his balls were hard as rocks ready to explode. She pleasured herself before tending to Josh’s need to cum. Her moans and screams drove him even closerto exploding. His cock was well lubed between the pre-cum and Anne’s juices when she slid herself onto his ten-inch beast. She teased him by only letting him in her a little bit at a time. He was so horny that he would tear her apart if given the chance and she knew this. Her hot dripping pussy sliding up and down his shaft was more than he could stand. He pulled her down on top of him and rolled over with her so that she was on her belly and he was taking her from behind. He slammed his cock into her waiting pussy and she begged him to fuck her brains out. Josh slammed Anne with everything he had and soon the pair were screaming with pleasure as they both released at the same time. They both fell to the floor in a pile and held each other as the aftershocks wore off. After a little nap, they both got dressed and went about their respective duties on the station before turning infor the night. The Peace Talks were to finish up in the morning and Josh had to make sure everything was set for themeeting. He had to make sure there was breakfast for the participants and something to keep the Queen busy. The next morning at the talks, the Clarion President was told that he could not charge more than a twenty percent tax on the Polymer 57 if the Litarians wished to sell it to them and if they kept attacking ships carrying Polymer 57, the Interstellar Federation would protect those ships for the Litarians and attack if attacks. There were no compromises to be made after his actions with the Queen the night before. He was told that he would have no charges pressed against him for assaulting the Queen. If he tried tohave any contact with her for the remainder of their stay, then there would be criminal charges pressed against him both by the Federation and the Litarian government. The talks broke up and everyone went on their separate ways before having to go home later in the day. Tierney and Josh had lunch together inher quarters so that they could catch up and talk about old times. The King met Josh a few times at the apartment and they were civil to each other considering the circumstances. Right as the Clarion ship left the docking bay, there was a small flash of light coming from one of the engines on their ship. As they sped up to enter the black hole to return to their own planet, there was an explosion and the ship was blown to tiny bits of space debris. There was nothing anyone could to except watch. No one was really saddened by the explosion because the Clarions were not nice people and most of the station were glad to see them leave. Josh sent a transmission to Federation Headquarters about the events and they were going to notify the Clarion government so that they could plan for succession of the President and what not. They would also notify the Clarions of the results of the talks and make sure that it was put into effect. Tierney left with her husband and their entourage and told Josh that if he ever decided to take some time off, he was more than welcome to come visit them at the castle. He didn’t see taking much time off until either him or Anne had different Federation assignments so that they could take the time off together. Anne and Josh were going to eventually have to be separated due to Federation regulations and fraternization. He hoped that he could keep that from happening as long as possible because he never wanted to be apart from Anne’s warm pussy. Deep Space 69 The view from the window of the space station was amazing. The earth looked like agiant blue green marble. Captain James could never get enough of the view home, but he had other things on his mind. The Litarian’s were coming aboard to work out a peace treaty with the Clarions and he was to mediate the process. The intercom in his quarters sounded and the voice on the other end told him that the Litarian’s ship had arrived and was preparing to dock. Captain James put on his uniform jacket and walked through the halls of the station to the welcoming platform. The King and Queen's entourage came off the ship and readied the area for the King and Queen's grand entrance. Blue carpet was laid down everywhere they had to walk so that the Queen's gowns would not touch the ground. This was the first time Captain James was to meet the King and he had heard that the Queen was from Earth but he was not prepared to see his former roommate step off that ship. The Queen pretended not to know the Captain because it would create a conflict of interest with the peace talks. When the Captain introduced himself, the Queen requested that he personally show her around the station later so that they could get to know each other better. He smiled and agreed to her request. The King had no idea this was the roommate who still haunted the Queen. The Captain had his guests brought to their rooms as the Clarion ship arrived. The President disembarked the ship and was demanding things from the Captain before he even was face to face with him. The Captain knew this was going to be a long week of talks and there was going to be nothing peaceful about them. Once everyone was settled in his or her temporary quarters, the Captain went up to the Operations deck to speak with the Officer under him. His XO was a very capable woman by the name of Anne Cutler and he never worried when he left her in charge. They worked well together and at times he wondered if there could be something between the two of them someday when they were not stationed together. She was a blonde goddesswith amazing eyes and he could not take his eyes off of her as she went about her duties on the bridge. Anne's uniform clung to her in all the right places and Captain James couldn't help but get excited. When she left the deck to go back to her office, he followed her. "Anne can I ask you a question without gettingslapped?" he said to her in the hall. "Depends Captain." She smiled as she answered him and it nearly drove him wild. "Do you ever fool around with superior officers?" he asked. "Only ones I like. Meet me in my quartersafter dinner tonight and we can discuss it more." Captain James smiled at her then she went into her office and shut the door. He walked down to the cafeteria to get something to eat. As he was getting his coffee and sandwich, the Clarion President walked in and sent his assistant up to the line while he sat down at a table and motioned to Captain James to join him. The President was annoying man who felt everyone should worship him because he was elected. He was rude to his assistant and a total jerk to his former wife. She left him and went on to become a Senator for their home region. The Captain sat down and the President began to whine to him about the Litarians. Captain James just sat there eating his sandwich and going "uh huh" at the right times. He looked across the room and saw that the Litarian Queen sitting at a table playing Lambian Chess with the King. They looked happy playing together and they were smiling and laughing as they played. The Captain hoped she was happy even though he didn't want her moving out or getting married on him like she did. They had had a very bad fight as she moved out and he was sorry he put her through that. The King was beating the Queen badly because her mind was more on the Captain than it was on the game. He began to tease her about it but she did not let it show that he was right. Tierney had a place in her heart for the Captain still, even after all these years. They had lived together for the four years during college with Dickie and Sarah in a tiny two-bedroom apartment in California. They had had fun in thatlittle apartment. Tierney day dreamed about the time she and Sarah gave the Captain his first taste of oral sex. It was a hot Sunday afternoo nand Dickie was off at tennis practice so the two girls decided since they were both between boyfriends, they would use their roommate for their own personal sexual satisfaction. Josh was in his room talking on line to a bunch of his friends in his boxers when the girls crashed in on him wearing nothing but bras and panties. All Josh did was turn around and see the girls and he was hard. They made him sign off and they pretty much just dragged him to the bed and had their way with him. Sarah squatted over his face and gave him lessons on proper tongue use while Tierney went down on his rock hard cock. The feel of her soft lips on his dick made Josh go crazy and he didn't last long with her. Soon she had Josh up again and she was riding him like the animal he was. Tierney was in total control and Josh was helpless. He gave in and started to try and meet her as she slid up and down on him. When she did it slowly, she drove him crazy and he wanted her to go faster. When she went faster, he wanted her to go slower because he was about to explode. There was no making Josh happy, so Tierney gave up on making Josh happy and concentrated on herself. As she rode Josh, she savagely played with her clit, rubbing it in circles, moaning loudly and soon Josh was joining her in the moaning because her cunt was grabbing him and squeezing him as she came. He came right behind her as she fell off him and cuddled up. He kissed the back of her neck and they fell asleep. Sarah got all pissed off because Tierney ruined Josh and he wasn't in any shape to do her too. Tierney never did share nicely. "Could you move sometime this light year mylove?" the King asked Tierney. "Oh sorry Hon." Tierney went back to the game and the King noticed Josh staring at her in the same way she looked at him. She had told him everything about Josh after their arrival and he wondered if he did the right thing persuading Tierney to marry him right after she broke up with Josh. They had met when the King was still a Prince and in college. Tierney never knew he was a Prince. She always knew him as the guy from her chemistry class who she always studied with. Everyone called him Tony. How many Prince Tony's does one know? Thefact that he had 5 first names didn't come out until the day he asked her to be his Princess. They had always been friends and when she broke up with Josh, Tony was there to console her and soon they were involved in a whirlwind fairy tale romance that was on the cover of every gossip magazine within weeks. The Clarion President was talking to the Captain and Josh didn't even know it. He was too busy staring at Tierney. Finally the President pinched Josh to get his attention. Josh hated the rude man even more at that point. One of the crew came up to the table and told the Captain he was needed in another area of the ship and he excused himself. The Clarion President stared at Tierney too. She grew up into abeautiful woman from the last time Josh saw her. Parte di Immondizia was infatuated with her too. He hoped to bed her without starting a war. Maybe if she knew how well endowed he was, she would let him. No woman could resist a Clarion. They had forked cocks that could satisfy a woman front and back at the same time and they were able to grab things with them that drove women wild in bed. Now he was horny. He told his assistant he wished totake a nap and headed back to his quarters. He stripped naked as he entered the room and locked the door. His cock was wide-awake and ready to play. He grabbed a bottle of lotion on the side of the bed and applied it all over the trunk and tentacles of his cock. He moaned and the tentacles started to wave wildly. The more cream he rubbed in, the more he moaned and the tentacles went crazy. He stroked his trunk hard and fast and soon neon green ooze was coming from the tentacles. He needed to bed a female soon before he went nuts. He was going to make the Queen want him if it was the last thing he did. Later that evening, the Captain knocked on the door to Anne's quarters. She answered the door wearing a silk bathrobe and probably nothing else. Dinner was set at the table in the corner of the sitting room of her quarters. Anne had candles burning and soft music playing in the background. They sat down to eat and Josh was nervous. Anne was not her usual self either. Anne had the replicator make the Captain's favorite meal from home for two and Josh was quite surprised. They talked about their lives back home and where they had been stationed in their careers. Once the meal was finished, Anne and the Captain sat down on the futon to watch a movie on the display monitor. As the movie progressed, Anne cuddled up with Josh and soon they were kissing. With the movie forgotten, Josh slipped his hand under her robe and began to fondle her breast and roll her nipple between his fingers. Anne let out a little sigh. She put her hand on the Captain's thigh and slowly slid it up his leg so soon she was rubbing the already hard Captain. Anne pressed a button on the side of the futon and it slid out to make a bed as they continued kissing and stroking each other. Anne released Josh's hard member from his pants and started sucking him off. Josh loved the feel of her warm wet lips against his member and letout a moan. She played with his balls as the pressure built up inthem. He reached under her and started rubbing her clit. The more Josh rubbed her, the harder she sucked him so it became a game for the two ofthem. The sound of Anne's moans were a bigger turn on for the Captain than he had ever known before. As she came for him, he began to feel his balls boil and knew he could not hold back anymore. An explosion went off and he came more than she could swallow. Cum was dripping down her angelic face and Josh enjoyed watching her wipe it off and lick her fingers. They kissed some more then Josh laid Anne down on the futon sohe could show her how much he appreciated what she did for him. He spread her legs apart and began to lick at her joy button. As she got wetter,Josh licked up her juices. She tasted even sweeter than he thought. Soon he was tongue fucking her like a mad man as she came all over his face. He could sense she was close again so he slid two fingers inside her as he rubbed her clit roughly with his thumb. Soon Anne was screaming and moaning like crazy and begging Josh to fuck her. He slid his rock hard cock into Anne and it was more than she had ever had before so she criedout in pain as Josh started ramming her. Anne moved in rhythm with Josh and soon the two of them were grunting and moaning together in unison as they both exploded with pleasure. The Captain woke up with Anne in his arms, smiling as she slept. He had to go change his clothes and get ready to start theday's peace talks. He slipped out of bed and went to his own quarters. The talks between the Libertarians and the Clarions were scheduled for all day with a break for lunch and a formal dinner after for all involved. Josh prayed that someone would have Excedrin with them because after having lunch with the Clarion President yesterday, he knew that he was going to have a killer headache by the end of dinner. The talks went nowhere by lunch. The Clarion’s needed Polymer 57 and only the Litarian’s could produce it. The Clarion’s would buy it from them but put a tax on it so that they would in reality only be paying a small part of what it was worth. The King refused to pay the tax so the Litarian’s stopped selling the Clarion’s the Polymer 57. When a ship carrying what they thought wasPolymer 57 passed through the Clarion’s airspace, they would attack the ship andtake the Polymer 57 like pirates. They had killed 2 crewmen and wounded a couple of dozen more. The King felt responsible for those men and wanted this to stop but he was not going to let his people’s only source of international income be given away. War was inevitable by the time they broke for a dinner reception being given by the Captain for the visitors and the officers of the station. It was aformal dinner with dancing afterwards. The crew wore their parade dress uniforms and the women wore ballgowns. It was the first time that there was a formal reception at the space station and the Captain spared no stops in making it a memorable event for the crew. There was a hologram orchestra in one corner of the room and the replicator was busy at work for days making fabulous food from all over the galaxy. The President was dancing with the Queen while his hands wandered on her ass. She kept moving them back to her waist but he was insistent in his mission. He kissed the top of her exposed breast and she smacked him across the face and walked away. He grabbed her and pulled Tierney back to him. He planted a kiss on her lips then backhanded her across the face. No woman ever dared to stop his advances and Tierney would not be allowed to bethe first. The Captain rushed over tohelp Tierney. Soon three security officers were holding the President and dragging him away from Tierney. The King was insisting that charges bepressed against the President for attacking the Queen. The President was insisting that he had diplomatic immunity and could not be arrested. Josh had the President confined to quarters until the situation could be straightened out then went up to the bridge to figure out what he was going to do about the situation. Anne was there in her ball gown giving orders to the crew before she turned in for the night. Josh thought she looked stunning and wanted more of what he tasted last night. He asked her to meet him in his office when she was done. He left and went into his office to add the latest fiasco with the Litarians and the Clarion’s. Anne rang the intercom to Josh’s office and he buzzed her in. She looked beautiful to Josh and he wanted her out of that dress as soon as possible. Josh pushed some buttons on the control panel on his desk and soon the room was sound proof and no one was able to open his door without his permission. He unzipped the back of Anne’s gown and helped her out of it. The corset she wore underneath turned Josh on even more. Her pure white breasts were popping out of the corset like beautiful ripe melons. He pulled her close and placed gentle kisses on each one while Anne stroked him through the uniform pants. “I feel like a Victorian heiress being had by Horatio Hornblower. Damned Star Command traditions. God forbid we get uniforms from this century.” Said Anne. “I kind of like the sword” said Josh pouting. “It makes me look like a pirate.” Anne giggled at him and rolled her eyes at him before kissing him on the neck and putting her arms around his waist. He kissed her lips gently and slipped his fingers between her and the silk of her panties. He slid her panties down to her knees and she helped him by stepping out of them. He kept kissing her as he slipped a finger in her wetness and made her purr for him. Anne helped him out of his dress uniform andhis underwear. He was rock hard as her hand grazed his shaft. “Someone wants to come out and play withme.” Said Anne. “Yes he does.” Said Josh. Anne got down on her knees and took Josh in her warm mouth. He let out a little moan as she licked the head. Anne took the whole thing in her mouth and Josh was hers to do what she wanted. She sucked his shaft then sucked around thebase of the head. Josh was going crazyand begged her not to stop. Anne straddled Josh’s lap and used the head of his cock to play with her clit. She rubbed her slit up and down his shaft and Josh begged her to finish him already. His head was red and his balls were hard as rocks ready to explode. She pleasured herself before tending to Josh’s need to cum. Her moans and screams drove him even closerto exploding. His cock was well lubed between the pre-cum and Anne’s juices when she slid herself onto his ten-inch beast. She teased him by only letting him in her a little bit at a time. He was so horny that he would tear her apart if given the chance and she knew this. Her hot dripping pussy sliding up and down his shaft was more than he could stand. He pulled her down on top of him and rolled over with her so that she was on her belly and he was taking her from behind. He slammed his cock into her waiting pussy and she begged him to fuck her brains out. Josh slammed Anne with everything he had and soon the pair were screaming with pleasure as they both released at the same time. They both fell to the floor in a pile and held each other as the aftershocks wore off. After a little nap, they both got dressed and went about their respective duties on the station before turning infor the night. The Peace Talks were to finish up in the morning and Josh had to make sure everything was set for themeeting. He had to make sure there was breakfast for the participants and something to keep the Queen busy. The next morning at the talks, the Clarion President was told that he could not charge more than a twenty percent tax on the Polymer 57 if the Litarians wished to sell it to them and if they kept attacking ships carrying Polymer 57, the Interstellar Federation would protect those ships for the Litarians and attack if attacks. There were no compromises to be made after his actions with the Queen the night before. He was told that he would have no charges pressed against him for assaulting the Queen. If he tried tohave any contact with her for the remainder of their stay, then there would be criminal charges pressed against him both by the Federation and the Litarian government. The talks broke up and everyone went on their separate ways before having to go home later in the day. Tierney and Josh had lunch together inher quarters so that they could catch up and talk about old times. The King met Josh a few times at the apartment and they were civil to each other considering the circumstances. Right as the Clarion ship left the docking bay, there was a small flash of light coming from one of the engines on their ship. As they sped up to enter the black hole to return to their own planet, there was an explosion and the ship was blown to tiny bits of space debris. There was nothing anyone could to except watch. No one was really saddened by the explosion because the Clarions were not nice people and most of the station were glad to see them leave. Josh sent a transmission to Federation Headquarters about the events and they were going to notify the Clarion government so that they could plan for succession of the President and what not. They would also notify the Clarions of the results of the talks and make sure that it was put into effect. Tierney left with her husband and their entourage and told Josh that if he ever decided to take some time off, he was more than welcome to come visit them at the castle. He didn’t see taking much time off until either him or Anne had different Federation assignments so that they could take the time off together. Anne and Josh were going to eventually have to be separated due to Federation regulations and fraternization. He hoped that he could keep that from happening as long as possible because he never wanted to be apart from Anne’s warm pussy. Deep Space As Sam awoke from hyper-sleep, he realized almost immediately that he could not remember anything. He panicked and thrashed in the chamber until the lid slid down and he could sit up. He looked around, his heart bumping rapidly, his eyes trying to look everywhere at once. A monitor was suspended on a metal arm, and on it was the name SAM ROWAN, his blood pressure and pulse elevated due to his high state of agitation, and the date and time. Once he saw the name, he recognized it as his own, though that alone did not send other barriers in his mind tumbling. "Welcome back, Sam," a pleasant female voice spoke from somewhere in the room, and Sam started. "How was your hyper-sleep?" the voice asked. "Um," Sam looked around, seeing nobody, "Who are you? Where are you?" "My name is Valerie, Sam. I am your onboard AI. Are you suffering side effects from hyper-sleep?" "Valerie... that name sounds familiar... your voice sounds familiar." He struggled out of the pod, sitting on the edge as he realized that his legs and arms were trembling. "Memory loss is a side effect, as is tremors. You should stay put for a few moments. Your tremors should subside shortly. Memory loss, while upsetting, is not permanent. You will soon regain yours." Since Sam could not trust his legs to hold his weight just yet, he did as Valerie bade. He clenched his fists in an effort to still his hands and asked, "Why is your name and voice familiar?" "Valerie is the name of your wife, and she gave me her voice." "Valerie..." Sam tried to remember, "I should remember the name of my own wife." "As I said, your memory loss is temporary. In time, you will remember all. Your tremors are already subsiding. Would you like to freshen up in your quarters? I can have a hot meal waiting for you when you are done." That actually sounded great, and Sam said so. Valerie reminded him which way to get to his quarters, and he found it with little trouble, probably because he had known the way before. This triggered a few things, such as the fact that he was the pilot of this ship, he was the only person aboard, and he was on a recon-repair mission. His ship was called... Sabre? No, it was the Scimitar, not Sabre. He also recalled that he had volunteered, but not the reason. The fact that this type of mission was quite dangerous, let alone the time required to complete it, was a deal-breaker for men or women who had family they cared for. Normally, it wasn't even available to any pilots except the single ones. If he had a wife named Valerie, why would he have volunteered for this mission? Were they separated or close to divorce? "Valerie," Sam asked, "Whose idea was it to use my wife's voice for yours?" "It was your idea, and you set a precedent for all other ships with an AI." So, if Sam and his wife had been separated or in the process of divorce, he didn't see himself using her voice for an AI he would have to work with for months on end. So... was she dead? "Is my wife dead?" he asked Valerie. "I cannot say, Sam. I was not informed of it. You do have her photograph in the desk." Sam opened the narrow drawer underneath the desktop, extracting a digital cube. He found a little red button and pushed it, and the cube lit up, projecting a picture just above it. It was him and his older brother, Chris. He shared Chris' good looks, though his face was a bit rounder, and his nose was more proportionate than Chris'. Unfortunately, Chris had been killed in the skies over China ten years before. He shook the cube, and it cycled to the next picture, one of him, Chris, their mother, and their Aunt Haley, all standing in front of a seafood restaurant. This one had been taken fifteen years ago. He shook the cube again, and a picture of Valerie came up. Valerie had blonde hair that hung halfway down her back, big, brown eyes, and a face that Sam had always thought belonged to royalty. In this picture, she posed coyly in a powder-blue sundress, turned mostly around, but looking at the camera, or more specifically, at Sam as he had held the camera, her head tilted slightly in the process. In one hand were her sunglasses, almost comically large for her face. The other held a single red rose; he had removed the thorns before giving it to her. She wasn't grinning, but had a small smile on her slightly pouty lips, a smile that spoke volumes to Sam. "She's so beautiful," Sam spoke in just above a whisper. But then, in his mind, he saw her, and she was sick, pale, much too thin. Then he remembered why he had volunteered. Valerie had been diagnosed with bone cancer, which, if it had been spotted earlier on, could've been treated effectively. Unfortunately, by the time she had been diagnosed, her body was riddled with it, too much to surgically remove. When he had last seen her, she had been unconscious in a hospital bed, obviously in pain despite the strong painkillers the nurses sent through her IV. The doctors told him that the chances of her even regaining consciousness were too slim to put into percentages. He kissed her pale lips one last time, smoothed her hair away from her brow, and said goodbye. After this, he walked into Colonel Eckles' office and volunteered for the mission. He gazed at the picture of his wife for a few minutes longer, remembering the day he had taken this picture. Afterward, they'd had dinner, and then made love as the sun went down, and another two times through the night, absolutely drunk on each other. That night seemed like ages ago. Thinking about time past brought to mind the current mission he'd volunteered for; he'd been brought out of hyper-sleep, which was only to happen if he had reached his destination, or if something had gone wrong. "Valerie," he asked, "Why was I brought out of hyper-sleep?" "Despite the required course corrections to avoid debris or to remain on the projected path, Scimitar has not arrived at the correct destination." Sam sighed, "Then where are we?" "This location has not been mapped." "Bring it up on the screen." On the screen was a white dot surrounded only by the stars that were visible from cameras mounted on the outsides of the ship. "Okay, now what are the coordinates we were supposed to arrive at?" 117.99826 popped up on the screen, and before Sam could ask for the current coordinates, under the white dot, 265.10084 appeared. "How in the hell did we end up so far off course?" Sam raised his voice. Unaffected by the volume of his voice, Valerie answered evenly, "My calculations were correct, Sam. There were no errors in my logic, and we should be three hundred yards from Aquarius presently." "How long did it take us to get where we are?" "Seven months, three weeks, and two days have elapsed since launch." "Shit!" Sam cursed, "I was only supposed to be out for five months and one week! Why didn't you wake me when I was supposed to be awake?" "It took longer than I had planned for, Sam, so I allowed you to remain in hyper-sleep." Sam paced the small space of his quarters. From a slot in the wall, a food tray emerged on a small conveyor belt and was deposited onto the desk. Ignoring it for the moment, Sam commanded, "Show the correct course on screen, and then our deviation from that course." On the screen, a line sped back from the white dot, back to their origin, Earth. Next, a red line extended from Earth and shot off into space, ending at the spot where Aquarius was waiting for repairs. Both paths began from Earth, but while the red path went where it was supposed to, the white path veered off to the right, more and more, until it stopped at the white dot. "Zoom out until both paths are entirely visible on screen. That's quite a distance, Valerie. I want you to run a diagnostics scan to verify your logic is uncorrupted." "I will do so immediately. This will take approximately one hour." "That's fine, Valerie. I'm not going anywhere." Valerie went silent. Sam ate while he waited, not really enjoying the taste of the food on the tray, but eating anyway. Then he lay back on his bunk and rested. Sam dreamed that he was standing at the window in his quarters, gazing out at the unfamiliar constellations around the ship. Suddenly, he saw some sort of humanoid shape drifting closer to the window. As it grew closer, he noticed that it appeared to be made up of a bluish-purple liquid. It rippled gently, and Sam could almost see right through it. It stopped only inches from the window, and though its head seemed to lack any sort of sensing features, he could feel it watching him. It lifted an arm-like appendage and pressed the end of it against the window. As he witnessed, a hand took shape in the liquid, four delicate-looking fingers and a thumb, pressed against the window in a benign gesture that Sam had seen in prison movies where, in visitation scenes, loved ones and prisoners put their hands on the window so that, except for the glass, there is some sort of contact. Sam, curious, put his hand on his side of the window, lining it up with the visitor's hand. Nothing happened, of course, though he had hoped something would. Before anything else could happen, Valerie's voice sliced through his dream, bring him back to reality. "Sam. Diagnostics scan is complete." Sam yawned, "Okay, what are the results?" "The scan shows that my logic has not been corrupted, and that my calculations were indeed correct." "Then what the hell caused us to be where we are?" Sam wondered aloud. "I have a theory," a circle appeared around the area where the two paths began separating, "Since we appeared to have gone off course here, perhaps there is an anomaly forming in that general area. Anomalies have been known to cause shifts in space, causing objects travelling through or near to shift with space." Sam had never known an AI to speculate or theorize, "I thought you dealt strictly in logic and facts." "When no logic or fact presents itself, I am forced to operate outside facts and logic to reach a possible answer. Half an hour later, Sam sat in the cockpit, doing his best to get ahold of command. "Command, this is Scimitar, come in... Command, do you hear me?" He waited a minute, and then tried again. He got the same silence. "If this anomaly does exist," Valerie bore more bad news, "It is likely that communications will not get through." "Damn it! Keep trying, Valerie. Maybe something will get through anyway." Sam checked on the main power level, seeing that it was presently at forty percent. That was good news, at least, since it was supposed to have taken ninety percent of the main power supply, leaving the backup for the way home, with the remaining twenty percent for any problems. He was about to turn the ship toward their projected course when he glimpsed something floating serenely in the distance. The darkness made it almost impossible to see what it was, but he thought it appeared to be a large globular mass of water. He turned on the exterior lights, and it illuminated the mass, which began to glow a blue-purple. It reminded him of his dream, of the creature that had been floating outside his quarters window. But it had been a dream; he had no window in his quarters. He watched the mass as it began to change shape, now becoming worm-like, and began to corkscrew itself closer to the ship. It disappeared around to the side of the ship, stopping at the hatch. It changed shape again, taking a familiar humanoid shape, and waited. "Valerie," Sam called, "Are you seeing this?" Valerie responded, "What should I be seeing, Sam?" "Just outside the hatch, look and see." A few beats of silence ensued, and then Valerie announced, "It does not register on thermal or infrared." "But can you see it on the camera?" "Yes, Sam." "I dreamt it, Valerie. I saw it in a dream, floating outside the window in my quarters." "There is no window in your quarters." "I know, but in my dream there was. It floated outside and reached out its hand to press against the window. It seemed like a benign gesture." "What are your orders, Sam?" Sam thought for a minute, and then instructed, "Open the hatch, and then have it wait in the airlock." Almost immediately, the ship's outer hatch opened, and the being drifted inside. The outer hatch closed, and the airlock pressurized loudly. Sam watched through the camera as it did, expecting the being to suddenly lose whatever control it had on itself, collapsing into a puddle of water to splash all over the floor. Instead, it seemed to have no trouble maintaining its shape, simply standing there. Sam got up and hurried down the hall. He stopped at the small armory that contained weapons for neutralizing, destroying, and obliterating. He picked up a small gun that emitted a bolt of electricity, similar to a stun gun, though this weapon had much greater distance, almost five hundred yards. He tucked it in his waistband, just in case he was in any danger, though he didn't know how effective it would be against a creature made of liquid. A minute later, he looked through the small viewing window to the airlock chamber, peering in at the creature, wondering what he was supposed to say to it. It most likely could not communicate in any traditional sense, but even if it somehow could, it would speak its own language, and would not understand anything he said. Unlike the movies, humankind had not yet met and made friends with hundreds of different types of aliens, or made devices that bridge the vast language gap between them. The being turned toward him and waited patiently for him to open the inner hatch door. He hesitated another minute, hoping that it was not a malicious creature that would devour him whole as soon as he opened the hatch, and then decided, what the hell? He had half hoped that this mission would end him anyway since his only reason for living had most likely perished alone in a hospital room by now. He pressed the button that would open the hatch. As the heavy door rolled left into a slot, he waited tensely, expecting the worst. Then the creature did something he had not expected; the liquid seemed to have been some sort of shell, and it rushed away from the being, retracting into what appeared to be a bracelet of flowing liquid. Sam's eyes were captivated for a moment by that bracelet, which rippled and lapped gently, but did not perform the way physics had said it should. Then he realized that the wrist surrounding it had a light, thin pelt of fur, no, not just the wrist. The fur extended all the way up its arms and shoulders and neck. In fact, from what he could see, the fur covered the creature's entire body. Sam felt the urge to feel its fur, it looked so sleek and soft, but he resisted that urge, which might be taken as some sort of offense. "My name is Sam Rowan," Sam heard himself say. The creature cocked its head slightly, and Sam thought that it looked slightly like a human-cat hybrid of some sort. It did have ears high up on its head, but they were rounded, not pointy. Its eyes were a luminous, emerald green, with no visible pupils or iris. Its nose was minimal, but did have two small nostrils, or he thought they might be nostrils. Its mouth was more human-like, with lips that were just more than on the thin side. From there, the body underneath was mostly human-like, except for the legs, particularly underneath the knees. There, it featured a second joint like that of a cat. It appeared to be female, though he couldn't be sure. "Sam Rowan," he heard it repeat in a slightly high-pitched voice, its tone almost like a sigh, but clearly intelligible. "Yes, that's my name," Sam assured, "That's what I am called." "I am called..." it pronounced its name in sort of a guttural language Sam had no hope of repeating, "But you can call me... Tyr. I assume that would be much easier for you." "Tyr... how is it that you can speak my language?" Tyr shrugged its shoulders, "My kind pick up transmissions from your planet all the time... we used to. Now my planet is almost dead. The air has become toxic because of planet instability that has released gases from the core. We were all forced to wear these," she indicated the bracelet, "just to survive on our planet. However, the toxins have begun to eat into our... shells, and while our elders search for a better solution, many of my people have already died." "What were you doing all the way out here?" Sam asked. "Waiting for you," she answered. "What does that mean? I'm not even where I'm supposed to be. We managed to drift off course... way off course. I'm nowhere near where I was supposed to end up, and I'm not even sure I'll be able to make it back home. How did you know I'd be here?" "We listened to many transmissions, just as I have said, and we waited for someone who was to fly close enough so that we might make contact, but none did. We despaired until one of the elders proposed we make that happen ourselves. He had created a device that could possibly confuse a ship and send it close enough so that we could reach it." "So you caused us to veer so far off course." Tyr nodded, "It was most necessary, otherwise, my kind is surely doomed." "You heard what I said?" Sam reminded her/it, "I won't have enough power to get to my destination, complete my mission, and make it home." "I am hoping you will alter your mission. I speak of the extinction of my people. Surely that is of more importance than your mission." Sam sighed. That was a valid point. Aquarius was not a manned vessel, and it was only being used to explore, or it had been until it had stopped unexpectedly. Now it just sat there, taking readings and pictures of the same space. Compared to the extinction of a whole world, that was nothing. "Still, what is it you think I can do, or anybody on my planet?" Sam asked, "Your kind appears to be much more advanced already. I've never seen technology as advanced as the shell you used to get to my ship. After all, you can change shape with it activated without any damage to your body. I'm still floored by that alone." "Then all is lost," Tyr sighed miserably, "Your species was the last hope of saving our world, but if you are not advanced enough, then there is truly no hope." Sam thought hard, "Is there any way to evacuate your species from the planet to start new somewhere else?" Tyr shook her head, "There is nowhere else to go that is within range." "What about my planet?" Tyr's ears flattened a little, and her-its eyes narrowed slightly, "I mean no offense, but your species isn't the most hospitable. There is strife within your own species, after all. We have been listening to transmissions from your planet for quite a long time, before my time, even. You fight amongst yourselves, using such trifling differences as skin color or belief structures. We would probably be obliterated before we could even breach your atmosphere." "Yeah, I see your point. So there are no other planets around here that you could survive on?" "Perhaps for a short time... we've debated at length on this. Our shells would protect us for a time, but not for extended existence, and not long enough for our planet to re-stabilize if it will. We can only assume it will even do so. As it stands, if your ship had not made it this far, I would not have been able to make it to you. In fact, I went against the word of the elders by my actions. It was supposed to be a team of elders who would make first contact with you. However, their ceaseless conjecture and debate meant that they would have taken much too long to reach a full decision. I proposed that time was of the essence, but, as I am not an elder, my view was not taken seriously. Therefore, I convinced one of the less rigid elders to assist me, and I come of my own volition." Deep Space "That's quite a gutsy move, but still commendable. I just wish I could've been of more use to you. As it is, I'm not much more than a pilot and a glorified mechanic." Sam, not knowing what else to do, led Tyr on a quick tour of Scimitar. As they reached his quarters, he asked, "I'm not sure exactly how to phrase this question... is there a difference of gender on your planet, for purposes of procreation, I mean?" Tyr smiled slightly, "Yes. In fact, there are three genders. The first... the male of our species, is Kyneem. Kyneem bear the seed of the fruit that is our species. Kyneet are the females that can breed. They receive the seed, germinate, and bear the young. The third, Kynejt, are the females that cannot breed. While appearance on the outside is the same for Kyneet and Kynejt, Kynejt do not have the proper reproductive components to germinate or bear young. I am a Kynejt. Kynejt and Kyneem can become elders, but Kyneet cannot, as it is their main purpose to maintain population and care for the young." "So your... Kyneet reproduce in the same manner as our females?" "From what we have learned of your species, I believe it is a similar method. Why do you ask these questions?" Sam smiled apologetically, "I would rather not think of you as an 'it.' It just seemed disrespectful, especially since, if anything, I might be considered an 'it' to you in terms of advancement of species." "For all intents and purposes, I am as a female of your species, and I suppose I think of you as a male of my species. Does that ease your conscience?" Tyr tilted her head slightly, in a possible gesture of curiosity. Sam nodded, "I think it does. Anyway, these are my quarters." "Quarters..." Tyr surmised, "So this is a... personal space for you." "Sort of," Sam explained, "I use this area to sleep, eat, and if I need to be by myself to think." "But you are the only one of your species on this ship. Could you not do what you felt like anywhere on the ship?" Laughing, Sam shrugged, "I suppose I could, if I wanted to. This is just a space designated for it." "I do not require sleep," Tyr revealed, "And, thanks to this shell, I require no additional nutrients to fuel my body." Tyr went to the desk, where the cube, still activated, still projected the picture of Valerie, suspended in time as she would never again be, except for death, "Is this a person of significance to you?" "You could say. That is my wife... my late wife. She is most likely... deceased... by now." Tyr peered closely at the picture, tilting her head first one way, then another, and then asked, "She was your companion. Did she bear any young for you?" "Children? No, she couldn't. She wasn't fertile." "And yet she remained your companion? Why would you not seek a female of your species that could breed young... children?" Sam shrugged, "I loved her in spite of her infertility, and sometimes because of it. Times are not all that great on my planet. Raising a child has become increasingly tough, and I wasn't sure I'd want to put a child of mine through that." "I have heard of the concept of 'love,' but I am not sure I understand it." Sam took a moment to think about a good explanation, and then tried, "It is... a commitment between two people, when used correctly, that forges a bond between them." "A commitment?" Tyr mused, "Is this like what your people call marriage?" "There are different types of love: love between members of a family, love between friends, and love between lovers. Valerie and I fell into that third category. We met, fell in love, got married, and shared a deep bond. Unfortunately, my people also frequently get married for the wrong reasons, such as sexual infatuation, money, convenience, and sometimes even spite. And sometimes couples fall in love but do not get married. So, suffice it to say, it's complicated." "It sounds quite complicated," responded Tyr, "So, you spoke of her as your late wife." "Yes," Sam sighed, "She was diagnosed with cancer. It's also complicated... the best way I can explain it is to say that it...consumes the human body from the inside, replicating as it does so. We don't have a cure for it yet, just treatment. Unfortunately, by the time it was diagnosed, it was too late for effective treatment. She is dead now." Tyr turned back to the picture, studying it more closely, and then asked, "You keep this image of her to... remember her?" "Yeah. This helps me to remember her as she was before the cancer." Seeming to sense that he wanted to drop the subject, she turned away from the cube, "Sam, my people are dying even as we speak. Is there no possible solution to this?" Sam had no real answer. He replied, "Maybe Valerie can help." "Valerie... is that not the name of your late wife?" "It is. It's the AI... Artificial Intelligence that runs this ship when I'm not. I gave it her name, and her voice is my late wife's voice, recorded onto a module. Valerie?" Valerie responded promptly, "Yes, Sam." "Have you listened to our conversation?" "I have been." "Good. From what you have heard, are there any possible solutions that will yield a better outcome for her people?" Valerie took a few minutes, and then answered, "Since humankind is not likely to be very hospitable to her people, and there are no other hospitable planets within range of their technological capabilities, the best option is to find a way to neutralize the toxins that is destroying her people." "We have tried this option," Tyr spoke irritably, "It seems to be beyond the capabilities of even my technology. The more we try to pump out of our atmosphere, even more comes up to take its place. We cannot effectively seal the fissures from which the toxins are emitted; they just eat through the seals. We cannot live above the toxins, as they reach all the way up to the edge of our atmosphere. We have ships placed in orbit, but with very limited space, and the elders seem to be of the opinion that only those who can fulfill a vital role in our continued existence should be aboard the ships. Our oxygen filters are shutting down faster than we can repair them. I am the daughter of an elder, which would allow me a place on the ship only by the thinnest margin, as I am not a breeder, nor do I fulfill what the other elders consider a vital function. But what of the rest of the population? I cannot see letting them die a viable option!" Valerie replied emotionlessly, "Finding a way to expel or neutralize the toxin is the only possible way to ensure your peoples' survival. Does the toxin corrode through all materials?" "Yes," Tyr cried, "It eats through every alloy, composite, and organic substance on my planet. Even our shells aren't impervious. It eats through the very rock itself, widening fissures into gulfs, and consuming everything." "Wait," Sam's mind seized on a single detail, "You said it eats through rock, right? So... what held it in before your planet became unstable?" Tyr, on the verge of answering, stopped for a second, "We're not sure. We never considered that." Valerie caught on quickly, "If it was effectively containing the toxin before the planetary instability, then it might be useful in containing it long enough to pump it out of the atmosphere. After that, it's just a matter of filtering the remaining toxin from your breathable air using similar materials." "But how would your people get down to where this material is without being consumed?" "Their protective shells," Valerie answered quickly, and then directed the next question to Tyr, "How long would it take for the toxin to corrode them enough to be hazardous to your people?" "At the normal rate of toxin, it would take approximately... well, in human terms, one year. However, if it becomes more concentrated, as it must be in the fissures, or further, to get to this material, it will take less time... Maybe two to three... months." "So, it might still be possible to get to this material and get it up to the top to be turned into tubes or whatever you need to make out of it," Sam concluded. For the first time since he had first met Tyr, she appeared to be more than just hopeful; she appeared to be excited. She trembled, "Then there is hope! I must get word of this to the elders so that they can get started on this project right away." "If your elders are still monitoring Earth transmissions, then they would hear one coming from my ship, right?" Sam asked. "Absolutely! The elders still hope that Earth can provide help. They will be listening closely in case somebody on your planet has heard our distress transmissions." "Good, then let's send them a message," Sam then spoke to Valerie, "Valerie, I'd like you to start recording on Tyr's command, and then send the transmission in the direction of her planet." "Very well, Sam. Tyr, I await your command." Tyr nodded, "Okay, begin recording." Tyr launched into her native tongue, a very melodious, guttural language. She spoke this way for about five or six minutes, and then concluded, "Okay, that's all." She gave Valerie the coordinates, and Valerie assured Tyr that she would send the transmission immediately, repeating it each ten minutes to ensure they received it. "I have real hope for the first time in a long time," Tyr grinned, revealing small, but sharp-looking teeth. "I suppose you have to get back," Sam said, not without some disappointment, as having another being aboard his ship was favorable. Valerie was okay, but she was only an AI, and conversations with her were not very rewarding. "I would, but I cannot," admitted Tyr, "I expended most of the power source of my shell. I would not be able to reach any of the ships orbiting my planet, and, despite my father's pleas, the other elders would not waste valuable resources to come for me, especially as my actions have not been permitted." "But you provided them with a possible solution to saving your people. You would be a hero." "Solution or not, I am expendable. I accepted this fact before I left the ship. While my father will miss me, the other elders have always considered me... irritating. Often, when they seem to fail to think of the people above themselves, I am usually first to speak up. You see, my people are not much different from your own. I am sure there are those among us that would treat you as your people would most likely treat us." "Were you in line to be an elder?" "Possibly, but my actions even before this would have prompted the elders to find technicalities with which to prevent my elevation. Surely you now see my situation." "Yes," acknowledged Sam, "You're in pretty much the same situation I am." "Am I?" "Yes, I think so. I volunteered for my mission, which would normally be below my pay grade. I knew the dangers, and I didn't care. Once Valerie went into a coma, I didn't care anymore. I took the mission, half-hoping I wouldn't come back from it, though I intended to complete it anyway. My family is mostly gone, and my wife as well, so there wouldn't be many people to miss me." "So sad, is it not?" "It is, a little bit. What would happen to you if you couldn't become an elder?" "Since I cannot breed, I would be pretty useless. I could do menial labor, assist others with more power, I suppose, but my status would be lowly. I wouldn't want to be remembered that way." "Then we share similar situations. What do you intend to do now?" "I am not sure. I was focused on getting help, not on what would happen to me after." Sam spent a few hours explaining things about humans and Earth, mostly filling in gaps in Tyr's understanding from the countless transmissions her people had received. But, despite her comforting presence, Sam was beginning to get hungry, and he was still a little tired. "I need to eat and get a little sleep," he explained, "If it is okay, Valerie can answer most any question. She will be available to do so for as long as you want." He paused for a few minutes, and then added hopefully, "I hope that you will be here when I wake up." She reminded him, "I have nowhere else to go. Besides, I could think of worse company to keep than yours." He instructed Valerie to answer any questions she might have, and to allow Tyr to roam about the ship as she wished. Once Tyr left his quarters, he pushed a button just over the small hatch from where his food came, indicating that he wanted to eat. Immediately, the hatch opened and a tray was deposited onto his desk. He ate quickly, took a shower, which used about three gallons of water, which was recycled, filtered, and reused, providing him with as long of a shower as he wanted. He finished his shower in about five minutes, dried off, and donned fresh clothes, feeling immensely better. Then he lay back on his bunk and tried to drift off to sleep. Of course, he remembered the dream, where he had seen Tyr, covered by her liquid shell. Had it been a dream, or had he gained some sort of precognition? As he was pondering this, he fell asleep. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, but he thought he heard his door open and close at some point, and then a gentle hand on his arm. For a second, he considered that it might be Valerie, who had come upon him while he was having a nightmare or something, and she was attempting to soothe him. Only, he didn't remember having a nightmare... and Valerie would no longer touch his arm, or touch anything, for that matter. He had left her lying in a deep coma, assured solemnly by the doctor that this was a coma she wouldn't be waking from. This brought him awake. He opened his eyes, and he saw that Tyr was crouched next to his bunk, her lightly-furred fingers stroking the hairs on his forearm. She was focused on what she was doing, so she didn't immediately notice that Sam had awoken. He simply watched her, wondering what she was thinking about. Finally she looked up from his arm and saw he was wide awake. She immediately stood up and backed up a few steps, "I am sorry. I was only... curious. I thought... that if you were asleep, you might not be offended." "I'm not," Sam reassured her, "I was curious, myself. We have a species on Earth that we call cats, or felines. I mean no offense, but you slightly resemble this species, except, of course, you're much more intelligent, advanced, not to mention, you walk upright while cats walk and run on all four." Tyr held her hand out, and Sam reached out slowly. He let his fingertips brush against the fur on her arm, amazed at how soft it was. Her eyes closed as she allowed him to do so, though he wasn't sure if this was because she might be enjoying his touch, or just getting it over with. "Your fur is so soft," he complimented, "I can stop now, if you're uncomfortable. I don't want to overstep my bounds." "A curious phrase," she mused, smiling slightly, "I suppose this could be like a game, with rules and boundaries. I am not uncomfortable at your touch. In fact, I feel some interesting sensations. I must say, I am not used to it, but it feels... pleasant." So, encouraged, he let his fingertips stroke from her wrist to the other end of her forearm, and he felt her tremble. Back and forth, slowly, he did this for more than a minute. Finally, she put a hand on his, stopping him. "I beg you, please stop," she whispered, "Your touch weakens my legs. May I sit?" "Please do," Sam obliged, "It's only fair that I extend the same courtesy." He held out his hand, and she hesitated. "It's okay," he reassured her. She stroked his arm much as he had done to her, alternately looking at his face and his arm. He could see why her legs had gone weak, if his touch was anywhere as arousing as hers. While he let her continue, he asked her, "I need to ask you something. I had a dream not long before you arrived, and you were in it. Do you know anything about that?" "Yes... my shell allows me to send thoughts and the like." "But why did you?" "It would've been disastrous if I had reached your ship only to be destroyed because you weren't sure if I meant harm or not." "Oh, I see. You wanted me to know ahead of time that you weren't a threat." "Exactly. It expended a lot of energy to do so, but I deemed it necessary." "How much energy is left in your shell?" She stopped stroking his arm and placed her hand in his. It seemed okay for both of them. "It will last until I have to use the shell again." "You said it provides you with nutrients, though." "It does, but that in itself seems to be a side effect from wearing it. It captures nutrients from everything around me, keeping me healthy. However, using the shell to protect me, or changing shape while inside it expends its energy. If I can't recharge it, it would no longer be useful in any aspect." "And how do you recharge it?" Tyr replied, "We have spheres in every home, and on the ships. The spheres generate endless amounts of power, and we simply have to stand near it for our shells to recharge." Sam thought about that for a few minutes, while Tyr again stroked his arm, and then wondered aloud, "I wonder if the power supply on this ship would recharge your shell any." Tyr pondered this, and shrugged, "I doubt it would hurt to try. But it is not necessary at this time. What... are you feeling right now?" "I feel pretty good. I think I understand why your legs went weak when I stroked your arm." "Then you are not..." "Not what?" Tyr started to speak, stopped, and then blurted, "You are not disgusted?" "Why would I be disgusted?" "I am not of your species, yet you say that it feels good to you." "Considering that you are more advanced a species than I am, if anyone were to be disgusted, it should perhaps be you." She did consider this, and then admitted, "I am not in the least bit disgusted." "I'm not really sure what to do," Sam said frankly, "It's been a while, and this is something new to me." Tyr agreed, "This is new for me, as well... not... the act, I've done that before. I do have my uses... I mean to say, I've never been this... intimate with a human being before. I would like to see you without your garments on, though. Curiosity leads me at this point." Sam stood up, his heart pounding in his chest, and he wondered if "the act," as Tyr had described it, was the same thing for both species, or similar enough, anyway. What if he tried to lead, only to find that "the act" for Tyr was a completely different act? He unzipped his flight suit, pushed it down and off, and then pushed his temperature-controlled sweat pants off. Despite his fears, he found that he was quite aroused. This surprised him, and then he immediately thought of Valerie. It had only been about eight months since he had said goodbye to her. Was this too soon? His body argued with his heart at this point, but his mind sided surprisingly with his body, deciding that he had already gone too far to stop without offending and hurting Tyr, who had never even seen a human before, let alone been with one. If he had any regrets, he would keep them to himself and dwell on them later. He slid his boxers down and off, kicking his shed clothes to the side. As his erection jutted stiffly before him, he took his shirt off, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Tyr stared at the staff in surprise. It appeared to be more like a bludgeon than the staffs of the Kyneem of her species, which were thinner in diameter, and even less bulbous at the head of the staff. She wasn't sure how she would be able to work with Sam's bludgeon, but she supposed that she did want to try it. Sam saw her staring, and felt compelled to ask, "So... how do I compare, to your Kyneem, I mean?" Tyr smiled slightly, "Similar... may I have a closer look?" Deep Space Sam took a few steps, until he stood directly beside his bunk. He watched, intrigued as Tyr's hand enveloped the shaft. He knew that, by human, his penis was not the biggest, but probably just bigger than average, maybe close to seven inches. Tyr's fingers closed around him, and began stroking from the head to the base, slowly. "I'm not sure, exactly, if what pleases the Kyneem of my people would please you, but I will try," Tyr warned. "Just... no teeth or claws... otherwise, feel free to try what you'd like. Is it okay if I touch you, though?" "I'd be upset if you didn't." Tyr, emboldened by his permission, began licking at Sam's staff with an incredibly long tongue, longer than Sam had ever seen, long enough to wrap around the girth and then some. He had half-expected it to be the rough tongue of a cat, but it was as smooth as his own, perhaps smoother. It mimicked her hand, stroking his length, faster than her hand, a most incredible sensation. "I should sit down," Sam gasped, "Before my legs give out on me." She pulled him gently to the bunk and continued what Sam had dubbed the "Tongue-Job." She paused to study his balls, caressing them gently, and then using her tongue on them as well. Sam began stroking his hand up her furry thigh, lightly dragging his fingernails through the fur to the flesh beneath, while his other hand slipped around to what he felt was one of the most proportionally round butts, cupping it, kneading it gently. She moved her body for better access, now on hands and knees, her voluptuous butt in the air now, and spread her thighs. Sam lay back next to her legs and guided one leg to the other side of his chest. He could now see a thin slit where the vagina would be, and, assuming that the slit would be the same thing, he stroked his fingertips down the center, letting his middle and index fingertips part slightly as his hand came to that slit. He felt her shiver and move her body slightly lower responding favorably to his gentle touch. Tyr began to take him into her mouth, very careful not to let her sharp teeth even graze his skin, and then, with a combination of her lips and tongue, proceeded to suck him deftly. He began to concentrate on the thin slit, which, perhaps from her arousal, began to swell out a little, now not so thin. The slit also began to moisten, the fur surrounding it becoming wet. He used his finger to stroke directly on the slit, and she mewled around his length, moving herself to the slow, gentle rhythm of his finger. The dizzying sensation of her mouth brought him quickly to the edge, much too quickly, he felt. "I'm gonna....OHHH!" he groaned, and she took him, all of him, into her mouth. He came hard, his hips leaving the firm mattress, and her hands gripped his butt tightly as his spasms overtook him and his seed spurted down her throat. Once the last of his stuff dribbled out, she used her tongue to collect what remained on the tip. "I want you to stimulate me," she demanded, "Use your tongue and fingers." Happy to oblige, he pulled her slit closer to his mouth and began to use his tongue on her slit, parting it with the tip, enthralled at the peculiar taste of her. Difficult to describe, he found it slightly spiced, but sweet, and erotically intoxicating. He dipped his tongue deeper into her slit, finding her entrance, which was enticingly tight, and from which was the source of that delightful taste. She lapped excitedly at his softened member, gasping and mewling at the sensational feeling of his tongue, shuddering and twitching. This she had never had done to her, as the Kyneem had been mostly only interested in what she could do for them. She was quickly approaching that overwhelming moment, and he was only using his tongue. Before she could even try to control her body and prolong that moment, it rushed over her all the same. Sam was definitely surprised when she came, as the fluids that had been flowing copiously began squirting directly into his open mouth. He locked his lips against her and eagerly accepted every bit of it, noticing with interest that the flavor had become a bit spicier, and a little less sweet. She growled as she came, shivering uncontrollably, and then collapsed on top of him, still gasping. Her breath tickled the hairs on his thighs, and her tongue lapped lazily at his slowly hardening member. She rolled halfway off of him so that he could breathe, and he rested his head on her thigh, the soft, luxurious fur tickling his cheek. "That was quite enjoyable!" Tyr sighed contentedly. "Absolutely!" Sam laughed. "But I am not done with you yet," she grinned. "That's good to hear." She turned around and pressed her lips to Sam's, and then her tongue took control, dipping talentedly into his mouth, no doubt tasting herself on his tongue. She leaned up and straddled his lap. "It will be difficult," she warned him, "I am not used to your size." "We don't have to, if it's going to hurt you," he suggested. "I want this. I believe I will quickly adapt, and it will be better." She guided him to her slit and began to ease herself onto him. Once the head had started to penetrate, she hissed, halting for a second, and then managed to work the head inside. She waited until the painful pressure abated, aware of his throbbing even with her own, his eyes on hers, and she could sense his hesitation, that he didn't want to cause her pain. This further motivated her to want all of him inside her, as if she needed any extra motivation. The pain having faded mostly, she figured that his staff would not be as difficult, but she was glad that she was already so wet, thankful for the extra lubrication it would provide. She eased more of him into her, amazed at how completely she was being filled. Was it this bad for human females, or were they better adapted for such large staffs? She would make sure to ask him later. She continued to sink down onto him, more and more, until he was completely within her. The feeling was quite intense for the both of them, him with her tightness, her with his size, but neither feeling was too intense or painful now that they had begun to grow used to each other. She began the act, moving him slowly within her, and they both started to really enjoy each other. She writhed atop him as he rubbed his hands along her hips, up her sides, down her firm stomach, around to her butt, which he cupped admiringly, and up and down her thighs. He felt so addicted to the feel of her in such a short time, and he couldn't get enough of her. She moved faster, gasping on each stroke, barely able to control herself, knowing that even after they were done, she wanted more of him. She could not think of a single word to describe the intense pleasure that coursed through her, from her core and emanating outward to radiate through her entire being. Sam didn't think he could withstand much more before losing control, but he tried his best, hoping that she was enjoying it as much as he was, and seeing his hopes fulfilled as he watched her reactions. She was obviously loving this! He started arching his hips slightly each time she took all of him, and she gasped even harder, crying out with each exhalation. Despite his earlier plea, her fingernails, which, while not long, were sharp, began scraping lightly on his chest, but he raised no objections. Before much longer, he could feel her shuddering as she neared her orgasm, and then she screamed as she was overtaken with the immeasurable pleasure, her scream sounding eerily like a yowl. She squeezed him even as she rode him harder, and it was just too much for him to keep control. He thrust into her, heightening her screams as his seed erupted inside her. She fell forward onto him, out of breath, still shuddering and shivering, whimpering as she coasted down slowly. For a long time, neither of them moved, except for Sam's manhood softening, and their mixed fluids leaked from her and onto his thigh. Neither of them wanted to move, to speak, to do anything other than to lie there, with her on top of him. But eventually, Sam had to get up to go pee. He cleaned himself off after, and came back to find her sitting up, her hand between her legs, catching their mingled spend and examining it. "It smells... different. I am not sure how to explain it," she smiled slightly as she looked up at him. "Would you like a towel to clean up with, or would you rather take a shower?" he offered. "A shower? You have a shower on board?" she sounded excited all over again. "I do. I'll show you how to use it." He led her over to where the small shower stall was hidden by a wall panel, pressing a button that slid it aside. He showed her the button to start it, adjust the temperature, and to turn it off when she was done. "Should I make it quick? Does it use a lot of water?" she scrutinized the buttons and the spout. "It uses three gallons of water, constantly filtering and recycling it, so that you have continuous water for as long as you feel like using it. Once you're done, I have a few towels for you to dry off. Will your shell be alright in the shower?" "It will be fine. Thank you, Sam. I have been wanting to try one of these. Our grooming and hygiene tools are most different, so this shall be a treat." Sam started to leave to get dressed, but she beckoned him to remain nearby. She stepped in and started the water, which was automatically heated to 76 degrees. For a few minutes, she simply stood there and let the water fall on her upturned face, and cascade down her body. "This is most splendid," she announced, "And it is very relaxing." "There is a massage feature," Sam added, "It's that little button on the showerhead." She reached up and pressed it, and then laughed pleasantly as the massage feature engaged. She turned to let the water beat on her back, luxuriating in the experience. "Oh, the showerhead can also be handheld. You can use it to get anywhere. Just pull down on the showerhead." Curious, she pulled down on the showerhead, and it released on a hose. She tried pulling it down to the floor, and it did so easily. When she let go of it, it began to retract slowly. She caught it and began to apply the water to specific areas, face, back, front, and down between her legs to better clean the remains of their lovemaking. She gasped as the water struck her slit, and then kept it there. "Oh, this is so wonderful!" Tyr gasped again, "I am receiving such intense sensations!" As Sam watched her with the wand nestled between her legs, the spray directed to her slit, he began to be hard again. She was essentially masturbating, and he wondered if masturbation was a common practice among her people. "I am in such a state of excitement!" she cried exuberantly, "That I can hardly control myself! Do the women of your world enjoy these feelings this much?" "Most do," Sam allowed. She continued to build towards an orgasm, her hips jerking spasmodically, and then screeched as she reached it. She let go of the wand and it slowly retracted back to the top of the stall. She sank back against the wall, trembling. It was all refreshing to Sam; she acted like she was experiencing this kind of pleasure for the first time. As Tyr regained her senses, she pushed herself up and off the wall, cleaned herself gingerly, since she must've been quite sensitive by then. But instead of getting out, she looked at Sam, and then Sam's renewed erection. She felt a little ashamed to have taken all this pleasure for herself without allowing him his own. "I think I need you in here with me now," she urged. Sam stood up and joined her in the shower, turning the water temperature up slightly, and then she sank down before him. With a confident movement, she took him into her mouth, all of him, not minding much as the tip pushed into her throat. With a refreshed vigor of determination, she worked on him, finding the most sensitive places of him, teasing, tickling, and stroking those places with her long tongue. But as much as she wanted to please him greatly, she also wanted more pleasure for herself. Before he was too close to a climax, she backed up, stood up, and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him forward to push her up against the wall. She waited while he positioned himself to enter her, and with a slow, agonizingly delicious push, he was enveloped fully within her. She shivered and moaned as inch by inch he buried in her, and began moving even as he did, pushing herself up, and then impaling herself back onto him. Sam looked up at Tyr, and they kissed deeply, her tongue all over his, around his, literally, the deepest, most all-consuming kiss he'd ever experienced, even as she moaned into his mouth. He thrust up into her, pushing himself as deeply into her as he could manage, and for each up-thrust, she bore down on him equally as fierce so that he was achieving a new depth. Her legs clamped tightly around him, and he let his hands roam over her body, up her chest on which he could feel her breasts underneath her fur, except for two small nipples, which he took care to rub and caress, to her further surprise, and then down her sides to cup and squeeze her butt. He couldn't get enough of her, and he was pretty sure she felt the same, as exuberant as she was with ecstasy. It took only minutes of this before Tyr's threshold was reached, and she cried out loudly. Sam somehow managed to achieve some control, as monumental as the task was. Now, letting her down to her feet, he turned her around, bent her over, and guided himself back inside her. He began pumping himself back and forth, pistoning himself into her. She grabbed onto the wall to brace herself, trying to keep her feet under her as his member repeatedly brushed against a spot inside her that was rocketing her into another mind-blowing orgasm. This was about it for him, and he began moaning in tandem with her. Suddenly she sank to her knees, slurped his throbbing length into her mouth, and sucked hard, causing him to erupt onto her waiting tongue. Spurt after spurt, he spent himself, and as he pulled his wet erection from her mouth. Even as she gasped for breath, his spend remained on her tongue as she sampled it, curious about the taste. Finally she swallowed it all and sighed. After all this, they both needed to shower, so they shared the water and took turns lathering each other up and rinsing each other off, enjoying the feeling of spent contentment. After what felt like simultaneously forever and only seconds, they got out and dried off. They both stumbled to the bunk and lay down, with her nestled in his arms. Only Sam went to sleep; Tyr simply lay there, letting her mind replay everything, letting it all sink in. She was accomplishing the act with a being not of her own world, and it was so much greater than all of her past experiences of doing the act with her own kind. Sure, it had felt good, but it had never satisfied her as Sam had done three times over. Not only that, but she had managed to reach such heights of ecstasy from water beating directly against her slit that she wished she could share with all the other Kynejts of her world. It would revolutionize many things for them. And since the other Kynejts couldn't have human Kyneem of their own, perhaps she could create some tools that resembled the seed-bearing appendage of the human Kyneem, and then use these tools to pleasure themselves and even each other in ways that Kyneem of their own world never could. Then the Kyneem could focus more on the Kyneet that they were supposed to be seeding. But all these thoughts came to an abrupt halt as she remembered that she was not going home, nor could she even if she wanted to. Perhaps she could relay all this information back to her world, but it would likely be the Kyneem members of the Council to intercept this message, and it would then never be relayed to the Kynejt. As much as she wanted to share this enlightenment with her world, they were likely even now setting up expeditions to extract the material that was so inviolate to the toxins, and had no time to even put her ideas into action. This would have to remain her own enlightenment. Deep Space Biology Hello, my name is Xavi Perrier, and i'm an extraterrestrial xenobiologist specialising in the life cycles of complex life-forms on Praxis Major, the recently resettled planet on in the Glacis system. I have been engaged in field work there for the last five years, and it has been an amazing experience. Praxis Major (PM for short) is a planet that was colonised by humans 600,000 years ago, but the human race there suffered de-evolution and the descendents of those colonists now form a species we call Homo Colonisas, and although they still retain substantially the anatomy of a member of the Homo Erectus family, and most of the genetic code too, they are mute creatures who have lost the use of language and most tool-making skills, and tend to walk around eating fruit vegetation like herd animals. Attempts to 'recivilise' them were abandoned a while ago because it is quite obvious that the mental faculties just aren't there anymore, they're not merely dormant. What is most interesting about the planet is the way the ecology has evolved to integrate the Colonisas people. On PM, a fascinating twist on typical biology has taken place where there are host of relationships which should be classified as 'parasitic', but occur between very large and complex lifeforms. The great thing, from the point of view of a biologist, is that in field work we can gain absolutely first-hand experience of what's going on simply by posing as one of the Colonisas people, and interacting with the other species. This is not a job for the faint-hearted, but I have a very dedicated team and it has proved to be a rewarding experience and we have learned a lot in the process. From what we can tell, the arrival of humans on PM introduced an enrichment of the natural ecology due to our very different physiology, so the by-products of the human race - our fluids, faeces, discarded skin and hair and other things - are all rich in minerals that the extant lifeforms did not produce in any great quantities and so were in high demand. The Colonisas people retain this physiology, and the other flora and fauna use them to gain additional nutrition and related things. The de-evolution of the Colonisas people essentially made them more available to the wildlife, as they became less and less capable of defending themselves and fending off attacks. The Colonisas now have the status of any other animal on PM, having a limited and balanced ability to defend themselves versus challenging life-forms. So when we go out in the field, we can't put up much of a fight, we have to largely put up with whatever comes up to us. This means that, like the Colonisas people, we have to wander around naked most of the time. So please excuse the nudity that will appear in some of these slides. I'm going to outline some of the species that we have found which leverage this unique relationship between themselves and the near-human Colonisas. First up, on this slide you can see some large parasitic worms that grow in the lakes of PM. These are prevalent in fresh-water lakes where Colonisas bathe. Unlike terrestrial parasites, they don't actually grow inside humans, they crawl inside humans to harvest food and then crawl out again, so they live in the lakes. Bathing on PM invariably attracts these. They're just an irritation if you're wearing a bathing costume, but if you're naked they will violate you, but it's not actually a bad thing if they do. These worms are about two inches in length and are fat - about a thumb's width. If you dwell in fresh water for any length of time, they will seek out any orifice on your body and attempt to enter by the dozen, so swimming with your head under water is generally a bad idea. However, what they really want is your anus and, if you're a female, your vagina. They will use their sticky pseudopodia to grasp your skin and squirm inside either hole, and once there they will begin to harvest any bio-fluids or waste products they can find. They won't generally go too far up your colon because they want to be able to leave again, but they give you a free and very effective colonic cleanout - it's vey therapeutic! And in your vagina they collect up pussy juice - excuse my language. They squirm about a lot and it's ticklish and quite stimulating! This is a photo of my colleagues and I relaxing in a warm spa pond on PM, enjoying the "service" if you will. Big smiles all round. The next photo is of my pussy, which i'm pulling open to show you how full of worms it was - they really pack in there. I was giggling uncontrollably but you can't see that... The final one is of everyone squatting and expelling the worms on the shore - a very strange scene. Moving on, this animal here is the Quadeye Bear - a bear-like quadruped with four eyes that lives in forested areas. It is carnivorous and eats smaller animals - anything about the size of a rabbit. It is of no threat to the Colonisas. Indeed, it will protect Colonisas from true predators because it needs them very much, not for their own nutrition, but for its young. What's interesting about the Quadeye is the very low level of sexual dimorphism it exhibits. Male and female Quadeyes are almost impossible to tell apart from a distance, even if you can see their genitalia. The Quadeyes' symbiosis with Homo Colonisas is so complete, that they have completely abandoned the gestation and nursing of their own young, and entrusted this role to Colonisas females. Because the human womb is just so much more fertile and rich in oxygen and iron than the Quadeyes' ancestors, this allows them to breed much more quickly and has improved the fortunes of the species. Therefore, the female Quadeye has no womb at all, and females, like males, sport phalluses as genitals instead, while their ovaries are contained in a scrotum the same as a male's testicles. The Quadeye females and males generally form pair-bonds for two to three years, and in these pair-bonds they engage in a hunting-mating endeavour for Colonisas women. The female will usually initiate the hunt, and she will prowl the forest for a woman, pouncing and wrestling her to the ground and pinning her down. Once this has happened, she will emit a unique mating call which attracts her mate to the scene. While their dimorphism is startlingly low, there are differences between the male and female phallus. The male phallus exhibits typical characteristics, having a phallic bone, testicles, strong muscles that engorge when aroused and the urethra running from the bladder and seminal glands through its length. It is about 10 inches in length. The female phallus is slightly shorter, about 9 inches, and has a phallic bone. But at its end it has a flexible needle-point about half a centimetre across. Its purpose is to actually penetrate the womb of a woman. So once the male is on the scene, the female will start fucking the woman she has pinned down in a doggy-style position. This is quite a slow process and it seems the female likes the woman's vagina to be quite wet before she starts fucking in earnest. She will thrust inwards shallowly at first, but at a certain point will force her phallus up and in, and start searching for the cervix of the woman, and maneuvre the point of her phallus through it. Once there, she will ejaculate, much like a male, but the ejaculate will carry between one and three eggs rather than semen. The female then withdraws. The female keeps supressing the woman until the male Quadeye has mounted her, and then will often nuzzle her head behind the woman below the male's stomach and lick the labia of the woman quite tenderly, apparently to make the process easier for the male. The male will hold the woman firmly by the hips using his paws and squeeze her against his belly. He then fucks the woman quite hard for about 10 minutes, after which he ejaculates a very large amount of semen into her - usually half a litre or more! So, I've been lucky enough to have encountered some Quadeyes in heat out in the field, and here you can see some photos - taken by my colleagues - of me being taken by the female. As you can see from the look on my face, it's quite an intense and surprising experience! The next few photos show the female dismounting me and the male mounting in her place. The bears can be quite rough and their claws scratched me up around my hips a bit, but otherwise I was unharmed and quite exhilarated, because the impregnation was successful and I actually bore their baby! Once the bears were done with me that was pretty much the last I saw of them, they just scampered off into the forest. I was left with a lot of semen flowing out of my pussy and quite exhausted and bruised. What was that question? Yes, I did come - twice actually. Their cocks have a lot of texture and they're huge, they're good fun to have inside you, hehehe. But anyway, back to biology. The eggs and semen mix in the woman's womb in a typical way, and once this has happened, a quite normal pregnancy ensues, except that it only lasts eight or nine weeks rather than months. The Quadeyes take advantage of the instincts of Colonisas women to take care of anything that comes out of their wombs, so although the baby bears are born blind, they don't come back to collect them or nurture them - they know the human women will do that. And just looking at this photo of an infant Quadeye, you can see why - isn't he just adorable? This is my baby, shortly after I gave birth. There's only one thing cuter than a fuzzy baby animal with two big eyes looking up at you and that's one with four! The baby bears will suckle on the teat of their surrogate mother for a few weeks, before being strong enough to hunt small rodents, and that's when they leave for the wild. I tagged my baby before he left me, and he's still out there, doing quite well I think. As I mentioned the Quadeyes will fight off larger predators of humans in order to protect their 'herd' of surrogate mothers, so the Colonisas people actually tend to live around and among these bears for protection, as bearing bear cubs is a lot preferable to being eaten. This is one of the ground-dwelling plants of PM - called the squatula. We called it that after we observed Colonisas going up to them and squatting on them - impaling themselves on them, yes - apparently for fun. Of course, we had to give it a go ourselves, and I can report the results are so good I have no doubt there will be garden aisles in sex stores soon - it is simply the best dildo ever invented. These plants are semi-mobile, they have a movement organ in their root assembly. Their large cucumber like stem protrudes 12-14 inches above the stump and leaves which support it. It has petal like protruberances at the top and down its length, and furry grass fibres around its base. If you squat down and insert this up your pussy, then it will start pulsing, twisting and squirming in a marvellously boisterous way. You can also stick it up your ass just as well, if you can take it. I guarantee orgasms as a result - it's like an organic Sybian. It uses Colonisas to spread its seed - that's the reason for its behaviour. Once it's squirmed around for a while, it'll ejaculate a very gluey mixture of small coin-shaped seeds and gum up into you. This is hard to get out manually, but it will all tend to come out when you menstruate or defecate, and that's how it spreads itself. This photo here looks like a tangle of vines, flowers, tubers and other things on a mossy waterfall, but it's actually a single organism. What's stranger is we can't actually tell if it's a plant or something else entirely. Given its behaviour, it may just be part of a plant. This was one of the most intensive field experiences I've had. We call it a "tanglevine", but what it really does is co-opt a human female into its own systems for an extended period of time. Sticking with plant terminology, it is an annual; and during the spring months it will capture and utilise stray females in its annual life cycle, entangling her and keeping her there for four to six weeks. We had observed this happening to Colonisas females already, and we were incredulous at first that the females weren't simply being killed and consumed. When we observed one actually being released from the tanglevine we were able to write a seminal paper on the creature. One of my colleagues, Karen, also had a run-in with a tanglevine but we cut her out before it could do anything to her. So I'm actually the first biologist to actually deliberately jump into the vine and stay there for the full month, experiencing its behaviour. What I experienced was absolutely amazing. The tanglevine makes you into a part of itself in every imaginable way. Doubly incredible then, that it actually lets you go when it's done with you. The tanglevine captures women with its whiplash vines. They will instinctively wrap around you and pull you in here - close to the rocks. The vines will form a type of partial cocoon around you, protecting you from the elements, but with enough holes to breathe, and see out in some directions. We've seen vines with up to four Colonisas females coccooned in them. It will pull you back against the wall with your knees bent and your arms back, and will start inserting various organs into you. Into your mouth it will put a feeding tube, which will expand in your mouth to seal it - your teeth get gummed into place. It will plug your ears with pads which bring in the sound of running water and little else. It will push soft pads of petals up against the skin of your torso, thighs and buttocks. In your anus, it inserts a long tube which collects up waste, but it never quite stops moving in you. In your vagina goes all kinds of stuff. Essentially a large bottle-brush type appendage will be pushed up inside, which self moisturises with a greasy gel. This functions as a conduit through which further things travel, so through it will come a lot of thin tendrils of various shapes, colours and tendrils, which will push up into a human womb. When I was taken in by this thing, the process of filling me up with its tendrils took a couple of hours, and by the end I looked very pregnant. It feels like the vine pushes into every possible nook and cranny of your body, and I actually think that two tendrils may have gone up my fallopian tubes toward my ovaries too, but I can't be sure of that. Finally, there's also a catheter-like tube that the vine inserts up into your bladder and continuously siphons out any urine. Now, our understanding of this strange life-form is rudimentary, but it seems obvious that it is using the females, and was using me as a food source, primarily. That is, I didn't detect any signs that it was implanting anything reproductive in my womb or anywhere else. The fact that it produces its own fruit which drops on the ground supports this. The tanglevine seems to simply place a premium on utilising the physiology of human females to produce substances it cannot produce itself. For instance, the mouth-tentacle continuously secretes a sweet glucose syrup into your mouth which you have to swallow. It can't all be glucose because I continued to produce ... er ... solid waste over the course of the weeks. The waste it takes out and uses it somewhere, so I think this is a simple case of the plant using me to turn something it can photosynthesise easily - glucose - into something it can't. Secondly, urea is a rich fertiliser, so I can see its interest in getting that from my urine. Likewise, a human female's vagina produces a very iron-rich lubricant, and the tanglevine seemed to make every effort to get at that too. When I was tangled up in tanglevine, I had it's brush-phallus thing in me constantly, and it brushed up and down inside me and also against my labia and clitoris whenever I moved even a little bit. It is very easy to get aroused like that as it feels very nice and I could move my hips more than anything else. And given the sheer boredom of being tangled up in that thing for so long and being unable to move, I basically entertained myself with various autoerotic pastimes. You know, seeing how quickly I could bring myself to orgasm, seeing how slowly I could do it, bringing myself to plateau and seeing how long I could stay there. So my days were basically wake up, orgasm a whole bunch, sleep, wake etc etc. Anyway, the plant seemed only too happy to have me doing this and its leaves and flowers near me seemed to get healthier the more I did it. And it never allowed any of my pussy juices to leak out, so it must have been sponging them up. I swear that it was doing something to make me hornier too - possibly something in what it was feeding me, maybe one of its scents, or perhaps not and it was just because of being permanently penetrated like that. That's an area I intend to study further. What is most interesting is what it was doing in my womb. The tendrils in there seemed to be inducing some kind of really accelerated menstrual cycle, where sometime in the evening of every day I would get about half an hour of abdominal cramps and I could feel the tendrils spraying stuff into me, which was then being sluiced out back into the plant's system. Again, I think that it was harvesting the very iron rich lining of the human womb for additional nutrition. Fascinating, isn't it? So, I was tangled up in the vine for just over a month, and here are some photos of me in my cocoon. I couldn't really communicate when my colleages came to visit, but I could see out. Here you can see I'm looking a bit distracted, probably entertaining myself in some way, hehehehe! And at the end of the month the vine just pulled out of me completely and lay me on the ground where I sat recovering for a while. It was an arduous experience, but well worth it scientifically. Here's another plant, called the andropod. It's approach to life is very similar to the tanglevine, except that it chases the by-products of men, not women. As you can see, the andropod is a large pea-pod shaped thing, or an enormous venus fly-trap. It lurks in ravines and other places where a man might slip and fall into its mouth. It can actually hide in the ground under leaves and snatch anyone who treads onto it. If it senses you're female though, you get spat out again. Inside the andropod is a humanoid shaped cavity intended to ensure that its prey is lying in the right position. It will open and shut its mouth repeatedly and throw its prey around until they fit. The inside of the andropod is very warm, moist, and feels and smells like thin, sensitive human flesh. I won't beat around the bush: it's like a vagina, big enough to fit a human. My colleague Arturis has studied this organism up close and he says that it's a very strange and claustrophobic experience being inside, as it feels like you've been shoved up a giantess's jaxie. The prey is encased and squeezed by the andropod, and it only leaves just enough space to breathe. Then inside there are two more organs to the front and back of the prey. The back has a prong which penetrates the anus of the target - like many other organisms it seems to collect waste. In front, there is a big bud thing about the size of a rockmelon, which latches on to the penis of its prey. The inside of this thing is again the warm moist fleshy stuff. So the male is trapped inside this flytrap which feels like a vagina, with a further vagina latched on to his cock. The andropod wants his semen for nutritional purposes, but can't actively force him to ejaculate. However, it knows when it has been fed, and won't let its prey go until it has ejaculated a sufficient amount into the bud, so any man trapped in it has to get busy, unless he has colleagues to cut him out. In any event, Arturis tells me it's quite easy to perform once you work out what's going on - the plant's flesh is a very good simulacrum of a woman's pussy in terms of texture. Deep Space Biology These are just some of dozens of species which depend, in some way, on the Homo Colonisas on PM. I have left out more than I have included, such as a womb-dwelling snake, a moth that will wing-flutter a male's penis in order to make him ejaculate, and a parasite that can turn a Colonisas into a type of tentacle monster. So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The flora and fauna of this planet presents a fascinating example of the ecological integration of human-like species, and of nutritional and reproductive symbiosis in a nutrient-starved environment. It's also a great place to work as a biologist and I will be hurrying back as soon as possible to study these organisms further. Good night! * I am the original author of this work. Deep Space Exploration Ch. 01 Chapter 1: the Captains Desk "'Captain's personal log day two hundred and forty one of our journey. We've entered orbit above our fourth test planet and to no one's great surprise we found it quite unusable. The scientists assert, and I'm beginning to agree with them, that we need to make it to another system before we find anything suitable...'" Lt. Dascha stopped reading and gazed at him from above the lenses of her small, thickly framed glasses with a hint of a smile. "That's pretty dry, Jim." Captain Jim Roland shrugged, tilting the screen back. "I told you it was dry. What does that say about my state of mind?" The ship psychologist removed her glasses entirely and set them in her pocket, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, a seemingly absent gesture. "I have to admit, I'm a little concerned. Failing to... express yourself fully is counter recommended on long space missions. If too much unexpressed..." she glanced at him, shyly, "...tension is allowed to build, it can create real problems." The captain returned her faint smile. "Is that your medical opinion?" "Of course." The captain leaned back in his chair, fingers knitting before him as he set his feet on the desk. "And, medically, how would you suggest we go about fixing it?" "More detailed logs," she explained. The lock of red hair slipped back over her forehead. Roland frowned. "I'll try to work on that." "It might also be helpful if you exposed yourself a little more to the crew." "Expose myself to the crew?" Roland repeated thoughtfully. She nodded, but glanced away, blushing. "Emotionally," she quickly explained. "Emotionally?" the captain repeated, head tilting slightly to one side as though looking to see what was hidden below his desk. Lt. Dascha nodded again, with earnest. "Flip and Macey are concerned that you've become withdrawn." Captain Roland frowned deeper still, rubbing the dark stubble on his chin. "Withdrawn?" "Precisely, sir," Dascha assured him, getting to her feet. "I think if you get more involved in crew activities, you might find yourself with more to write about." "More to write about?" the captain mused. "I'll try." Dascha nodded. "I know you're famous for being so collected, that's why you were chosen for this mission, but it isn't good to isolate yourself." Roland nodded back, slightly mystified, as the door closed behind her. "Do you think I'm withdrawn, Macey?" The engineer shoved his rolling chair back enough that she could look over the desk to ensure they were alone. "Why didn't you tell me you had an appointment with her?!" Roland shrugged, laughing slightly. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, where were we?" Macey scowled, but she couldn't hold the look for long and Roland's erection was building again even as she began to smile. One hand still rested on his thigh and it moved slowly up. Her huge, green eyes searched his and he leaned forward, unable to take it any longer. Their lips met, their tongues. Mouths parted slightly and joined again with greater intensity. Macey's hand brushed across his cock, fully erect and throbbing and she traced the shape it made beneath his uniform. "I think we were around here," Macey whispered, having to break the kiss to say it, and quickly began another. "Mn," Roland managed, drawing away with a smile. "Not quite." He reached forward to where she knelt, lowering the zipper of her uniform jacket and she was still shirtless beneath it. "That's more like it," he told her, cupping one breast gently. She moaned in agreement as she kissed him again, hands working frantically against the stubborn uniform belt and finally pulled it free, creating hot friction around his back and his gasp of surprise caught in his throat as she released the top button and wrenched his pants open eagerly. She dropped back to her knees before him, throwing her long, loose hair to the side of her shoulder. Macey glanced at him, grinning hungrily, one breast pressing softly against the inside of the jacket while the other hung free. The captain sighed as her soft, hot tongue gently touched the tip of his penis. It moved slowly, softly, around the bulging head as she moved it with one hand. The captain sank slightly into his chair, placing one hand gently on her golden hair. He closed his eyes, his mouth opening slightly to allow breath as it quickly increased. Roland stopped her, wanting more. She came to him to meet his lips again and he lifted her to the smooth, flat surface of the desk. He kissed her deeply as he showed his skill in removing the woman's uniform belt, a task he was far more famous for than being 'collected'. Roland lifted her again so he could tear the uniform away, and he lay her out over it, his fingers already finding a warm wet spot through Macey's panties. Her legs separated with a shuddering sigh as the captain journeyed forth, pressing gently against her swelling clitoris while he toyed with her hard, exposed nipples with a curious and nimble tongue. "Mm, captain," Macey sighed, pulling him close against her. Roland grinned, putting the thin panties aside as he leaned over her, guiding his cock deep between her accepting legs. The woman shuddered, sighing again and began to breathe heavily, wrapping her legs tighter around and drawing him deeper inside, the full length of his penis filling her. The captain stood abruptly, thrusting with still more intensity and he paused so he could lift her again, taking hold around her waist so he could turn her gently over, the rotation of her dripping pussy around him driving him nearly mad, but he withdrew, shuddering slightly, the eager throbbing seeming to travel straight through him and into her, and he thrust it in again. Macey moaned, gripping the edge of the desk, praising him for the feeling. He guided her feet to the ground, leaning over the desk and he resumed the slowly swirling motion of his hips as they pressed into hers. His hands ventured down, taking firm grip on the round, smooth cheeks of Macey's perfect ass, gently swaying it against him, the thumb of one hand travelling fearlessly into the crack and finding fierce, pulsing resistance from her tight asshole. "Mm, captain," she sighed again, the viscous fluid flooding out around his thrusting cock, and Roland carefully smeared it up, filling the crack of Macey's ass with the moist smoothness. Her back arched, and a new tone of moaning rose to her lips as he pressed his thumb against the tight, twitching resistance. "You like that, don't you," Roland breathed. He pressed harder, following the motion of their passion as she nodded, hair falling randomly over her face, she pushed his back with a smile of deep ecstasy. "Oh, yes, sir," she assured him, pushing her ass against him and driving his finger deep into her asshole while his cock was stuffed balls deep into her dripping pussy. "Oh, yes, Captain!" Roland withdrew them both slowly, leaving her gasping, her ass and pussy throbbing in time. He took his cock in hand and used it to rub gently against her anus, making her moan, letting her breasts rest against the cool surface of the desk while she raised her hips invitingly. He inserted the head, the pressure making it even more rigid, the tightness spreading and robbing him of breath as Macey took his cock in, moaning, and moved with him, slowly removing it so it could be thrust in again, each time with a little more intensity behind it. He reached around her, one hand holding her up and tight against him by one large breast while his other hand ventured down, finding her pussy again and caressing her clit in time with their rocking motion. She shuddered against him, barely able to repress screams of intense pleasure, climaxing as he did the same, and they both leaned forward over the desk, panting breath, sweating and fully spent. The captain's cock slipped free from her and she gave another prolonged sigh and a trail of his cum dripped out behind it and from the tip, sliding down her leg. She rolled feebly over on his desk, smiling radiantly as the captain fastened his belt and sat next to her, leaning more than sitting on the edge of the desk. "What was that about me being withdrawn?" "I never said that," she assured him. "I think you're just fine the way to are." She glanced slyly at him, "What are you going to put in your logs about today?" Roland smiled, shrugging "They same as any other day; the continued exploration of deep space." Deep Space Exploration Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Bridge The psychologist kept talking, leaning over her desk to say something else passionately, her breasts swaying gently beneath the faded red blouse. Her full lips, red without the aid of makeup turned up in a smile and Flip found himself grinning, too, as he nodded. She nodded back, appearing pleased by his response, and began again. Her voice was sweet, but Flip didn't care at all for what she said. It was always the same old crap every single day, everywhere except in Flip's mind. It was only there that the gorgeous redhead stripped away her civilian attire to reveal a black lace bra, stretched and barely able to contain the beautiful bulging of the breasts beneath, breasts that heaved with anticipation of his touch. Dascha stood abruptly, still talking, the twisting motion of her torso pulling gently on the buttons of her blouse, revealing a tiny, brief glimpse that Flip couldn't have missed with his eyes closed, revealing not black lace, but a strap of white cotton meeting the top slope and covering the rest. He disregarded the image and went back to the black lace as she leaned on the corner of the desk, staring dreamily out the broad, rectangular porthole. In his mind she was saying filthy things in that soft, throaty voice, but he noticed when she suddenly began to repeat herself, her voice growing impatient. "So, Flip? What do you think?" "Uh," Flip scratched his head, pausing to think about it. "I agree completely." Lt. Dascha frowned. "Agree with what?" "You know, what you were saying." She removed her glasses, setting them on the desk. "Were you even listening to me?" "Sure," Flip said, nodding. Suddenly he started shaking his head. "No, I guess I wasn't. what were you saying?" "What were you thinking about?" "Ship operations," Flip said, an automatic answer. Lt. Dascha shook her head ruefully. "I've never met such a hard-working crew. I know you're famous for being so focused, it's why you were chosen for this mission, but if you don't... submit to... downtime, it can put a lot of... pressure, tension building... Long, hard trip..." Flip was still fading in and out, but he barely had to use his imagination at all. She suddenly gazed at him quizzically, narrowing her eyes. "Are you thinking about ship operations again?" "Ye-yeah," Flip managed. The psychologist sighed as she sat in her chair again. "What about the ship systems concerns you?" she asked, leaning over her desk. "I wouldn't say 'concern'," Flip managed a wan smile. "What would you say?" "I don't know, I was just thinking about the latest specs from the--" Dascha waved her hand, her large hazel eyes rolling. "Okay, that's enough. I can see you're very focused on your work, but how do you think the rest of the crew is holding up?" "Um, fine, I think." "You haven't noticed any strange behaviour from Jim or Macey?" "Strange behaviour?" Flip repeated, blinking. "Hell, I don't know. You're the psychologist." "What was the last contact you had with Macey, socially." Flip moaned, rolling his eyes. "Socially? Are you kidding? I spend each day with just three other people! What is seeing them socially in a context like that? Trapped in eleven rooms of this stinking spaceship... is this a social occasion? A conversation about the results of the last planet we visited? Working out together? Fucking bowling? Tell me, please, I'd really like to know." "You seem agitated," the psychologist commented. "I can tell you're feeling a lot of frustration right now." "Look at you go," Flip sighed. "Sigmund fucking Freud right here." "There's no need for foul language," Lt. Dascha admonished. "What do you think would help you ease your frustration?" "Well it would help if you took your top off," Flip admitted, and in his mind, the only place he had said that, she accommodated eagerly. "I don't know," he sighed aloud. "On long space voyages, it's common to feel a great deal of sexual tension," Dascha said. "To ignore it would be completely irresponsible." Flip looked up sharply, in surprise. He wondered intensely whether she had really said that or he had just imagined it. "What?" he asked. Lt. Dascha pushed the stubborn lock of hair behind her ear, her face seeming to blush, but that could have been his imagination, too. "I was just saying that recreation must be kept separate from your duties. We're your crew mates, but also your friends, understand?" "Sure," Flip nodded. "Can I go back to work now?" "Sure," Dascha sighed. "Is there anything else?" She scanned her notes with the tip of her pen and looked up with a smile. "If you could just try to relax a little. Jim and Macey are concerned you're wound a little tightly." "Hm," Flip said, nodding. "I'll try to work on that." He stood and walked out of her office as she began to work at her notes again, allowing himself to shake his head as the door closed. He straightened his uniform over the stiffness of a slight erection and moved to return to his post, but Macey was there, blocking his way with one arm stretched across the corridor. "Do you think I'm wound too tightly, Macey?" Macey smiled slyly, "Well let's see," she said, and put one hand on his belt to draw him nearer. He leaned down to kiss her, but drew back quickly, reminding himself that they were on the bridge, the command centre of the ship and the place where all corridors on the round vessel met. "Let's go to my quarters..." Macey clicked her beautiful tongue, so close to his he could almost feel it. "That's something that a person who was wound too tightly might suggest." She pulled him closer to kiss again, one hand caressing the rapidly swelling member beneath the uniform. "Macey," Flip glanced nervously behind him. "We can't--" She silenced him with one finger against his lips, placed gently and it moved slowly, stroking a gently path over his chin to the zipper at his throat. She tugged it gently down to access his buckle. "Macey..." he breathed, still glancing frantically around as she released his throbbing cock from the binds of his stiff uniform. He closed his eyes, collapsing to lean against the bulkhead as her lips came over him, her tongue pressing gently up against the bottom and swirling slowly around the tip. "Well, well," Captain Jim Roland spoke up from next to him. Flip's eyes opened very wide, looking over to see that the good captain already had one hand resting lightly on Macey's ass, moving slowly and encouraging her motions up and down Flip's erect cock. Roland took a step forward, setting his groin behind her and she moaned eagerly, grinding against it. "What do you think, Flip?" he asked, one hand venturing to the front of the engineer's uniform as she still bent over, unzipping the front of her uniform jacket and stripped it free, revealing the drab grey uniform tank top. Flip couldn't answer, he couldn't even drag his eyes from the captain's hand as it pushed up and beneath Macey's top, venturing around and cupping her breast, prompting another moan and renewed vigour in her tongue's movements, sliding from the tip all the way down to tease his balls. She opened wide for him, and his cock slid in between full and eager lips, the tip resting against her throat as she tried to swallow, sucking hard and massaging gently as she cupped his balls with one hand. Flip's eyes rolled back a little, his hand fell to her head and he guided her even deeper. Macey moaned again, drawing back to catch her breath and a long drop of saliva slid from her mouth as the captain succeeded in removing her belt. He yanked her pants free from her ass, still covered by uniform grey panties and the captain bent to one knee, putting her ass right in his face so her could remove her pants the rest of the way. Then Roland thrust his tongue toward her, testing heat and pressure through the fabric. He smiled as he found it pleasantly warm and moist, and placed a finger against it, pressing gently from the wettest spot to the swelling, throbbing clitoris. Her scream was a little muffled, her mouth stuffed with the security officer's throbbing cock. The captain leaned forward again, pushing the woman's legs apart so he could separate the cheeks of her ass around the panties and he teased the area with his tongue. Her knees sagged slightly, and he licked harder. Her hand came back, touching his chin briefly, caressing, before it brought the panties to the side, giving him full access. Roland moved his tongue eagerly, venturing into her pussy and up, swirling purposefully around her asshole, and he had to lean further as her knees lost strength again, Macey and Flip both moaning softly in shared ecstasy. Roland released the belt of his own uniform with one hand, the other engaged in the teasing of her twitching asshole while his tongue remained buried in her dripping wet pussy. He stood abruptly and let his huge, throbbing cock fill her, finding little resistance from the wet, gently pulsing sides of her pussy, he thrust in deeply, and she moaned loudly from around Flip's penis. Flip joined her, groaning deeply, still looking slightly nervous as he leaned further against the bulkhead. He was a little bent over, both hands inside Macey's tank top, his eyes barely open. The captain grinned, pushing his finger gently into her asshole, testing, teasing, removing before he reached too deep and massaging the outside. He withdrew his cock slowly, glistening and rock hard and she almost collapsed, but he held her up with one hand as he used the other to slip himself gently into her ass. She shuddered, sighing breathily as her lips came free of Flip with a moan from each of them. Roland lifted her, taking hold around her with both hands as she slid down, her asshole stretching tight around his member, and she took hold of Flip by his collar, dragging him closer to kiss him on the mouth, one hand falling to his cock to tease it gently, drawing it toward her, the heat from her pussy stiffening it further, and he inserted it slowly, timing it with a rolling thrust from the captain. Macey moaned her pleasure, sandwiched between the two men with two holes blissfully filled at once. Her legs were spread wide, allowing both full access, letting their cocks disappear to their full length, rubbing gently together between a thin piece of flesh inside, both beginning to pant now, lifting her higher with every thrust. The captain, slightly shorter than flip, began standing on his toes as they pounded her, her ass stretched wide and full, her pussy dripping wet and stuffed. Flip's hand ventured again to her breast and up, gripping her throat gently, and she threw her head back, moaning, her back pressed to the captain, being squeezed against her full breasts by Flip's broad chest, heart beats rapid and seeming to echoe through all of them. Flip climaxed first, spraying his cum deep into Macey's pussy and the sudden shuddering movement of it brought Macey to orgasm as well, jerking with wild passion on the cocks, her back arching and her head coming back to rest on Roland's shoulder. He thrust again, deeply, and finally gave in as well, and her body shook again, her ass tightening in pulses, drawing every drop from his tip greedily. He sighed, shuddering slightly as he withdrew at once with Flip. Macey moaned deeply, falling to her knees between them, semen slipping free from her ass and pussy and pooling together on the hard plastic tiles. The men replaced their pants as she got shakily to her feet and smiled at each of them before she used her own uniform to swab the deck and left clutching it to her. "So," Flip said, a little uncomfortably. "Too wound up, you say?" The captain chuckled, setting one hand on his shoulder while looking straight ahead. "I never said that," he assured Flip. "I heard withdrawn?" "No, sir," Flip assured him. "I never said that." "Well it certainly seems that our little therapist has an active imagination." "Yes, sir," Flip agreed. The captain nodded, glancing at him with amusement. "Maybe we'll just have to give her something else to think about." Deep Space Sirens 'There's nowhere in the galaxy you can hide.' It echoes in my mind, reverberating like an endless dirge sang by a choir of the damned. It haunts my every waking moment. Dements my every dream into nightmares of impending doom. Poke one teenage princess in her tiny pink virgin asshole and your life's over forever. Half of the notification lights circling the portal of the ancient airlock flicker green rather than flash. The other half remain dead, shorted or burned out, same as the chamber lighting. The speakers crackle and pop a buzzing cry to indicate the completion of pressurization. The door unlocks with a heavy thud but fails to open automatically, so I clutch the handle and strain to pull it open by force. It seizes a quarter way, and I groan, "Fuck it." I unseal my helmet and it deactivates as I disconnect it from my intelligent skin-suit, quelling the headlamp and plunging me into darkness. I glance up through the porthole to view the starfield warp, stretching and streaking, as the cargo hauler I hitched a ride on enters slipspace via an artificial wormhole, marooning me here. Icy tendrils of trepidation creep into my thoughts at once. I regret being unable to secure a prearranged means of departure, in case the info I bought was inaccurate. Fuck knows what awaits me inside. Minus my helmet, I squeeze through the partially opened door to the derelict spaceport. It's located on a forgotten moon orbiting a ravaged planet on the fringes of uncharted space. What better place to hide? The corridor is pitch black. Pulling a flashlight from my hip, I stick it to my wrist and spark it. A naked, withered corpse lays on its stomach, sprawled as if reaching for the airlock at the moment of demise. I sigh. "Well, that isn't discomforting at all. Welcome and salutations to you too, buddy." And I step around the strangely odorless cadaver to trek ahead, sweeping the deck with the beam of my light, surveying my path for obstacles. I entered through one of the emergency airlocks in the maintenance area of the installation since they have manual controls. The central module is a good distance away through a maze of darkened tunnels. But no helmet means no HUD which means no nav-guide. The station A.I. is corrupted, or more accurately psychotic, as denoted by its shrieking warning of demonic intrusion, so any navigation would be unreliable anyhow. At least someone had the foresight to quarantine the life-support systems. Insane A.I. are extremely rare but highly dangerous. The last report of a berserk A.I. was several decades ago. It executed an entire orbital colony. Millions expelled into the cold vacuum of space without warning. Their lungs bursting in their chests due to explosive decompression. Wouldn't exactly be my first choice of ways to go. As I rove the dark, claustrophobic passageways, listening to the whispering hum of ventilation fans, steady dripping of condensation, and periodic hisses of steam, mounting anxiety strangles my guts, driving acidulous fluid into my throat. I'm not usually such a pussy, but this place has a foreboding ambiance about it. A palpable dread that's asphyxiating. An altogether smothering ominousness. Like a sinister force is slowly siphoning the oxygen while poisoning the air with a toxin. I jolt in fright as a hazy figure whisks by the edge of my flashlight beam and a searing image of a man screaming in horror flares in my mind. Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck?! A chittering of gnashing teeth shoots a shiver up my spine and I spin around searching for the source. Another grinding chatter directs my attention toward the low ceiling. A quill-armored little creature screeches at me through circular rows of serrated fangs, and I bolt. I discern more and more of the critters skulking over me as I run hunched over. The corridor is infested. Maybe they're responsible for the shriveled body. Fucking blood suckers! Another shadowy shade skirts my flashlight beam, assaulting my psyche with a horrid picture of a man roaring in agony. What the unholy fucking hell?! I've heard barroom stories of supernatural entities of a malevolent persuasion lurking on deserted settlements on the outer limits of charted space, but I never suspected they were anything more than alcohol-soaked myths until now. As I reach a three-way junction a ghostly wraith materializes in the left route, blinding my inner eye with a jarring scene of a man howling in excruciating pain, so I dart to the right and discover another withered corpse. I bound over the stiff and charge down the corridor, cursing myself for hitchhiking across the galaxy to a spaceport besieged by some diabolical power. Rounding a corner, I perceive the presumed safety of illumination ahead, and break into a hard sprint, my lungs burning, my heart hammering in my chest, sweat stinging my eyes, my mind aghast with terrors. I hurdle two more shriveled bodies before stumbling through the dislodged door of the maintenance area and dropping to my knees, holding my aching sides. My gasping breaths gag me with the stench of death. I look up and gape at the central module of the spaceport. My head spins and my stomach wrenches at the tragic sight. Withered cadavers are littered far and wide. In every restaurant, shop, and lounge. But worse, so much fucking worse, are the rotting, mutilated corpses. Crushed skulls, severed limbs, eviscerated torsos and mangled viscera are strewn everywhere. Dried blood stains every surface. Even the high ceiling is splattered. What the fuck happened here?! After gathering my strength, I climb to my feet and tread ahead. Pinching my nose and breathing through my mouth, I scan for evidence of what transpired here, and soon realize all the shriveled corpses are male. But why? And what could have caused this? A better question to ask, is it still here somewhere? Fuck the why, what and where. I need to get off this gravestone, but how? The lighting above and in the shops and eateries blink off and on as a soothing nocturne begins to play from someplace ahead. I follow the lulling music, forgetting my revulsion to the carnage surrounding me, and it leads me to a neon-lit strip club, The Eternal Caprice. It looks out of place among its ascetic surroundings, the architecture a cross between a gothic citadel and a sex carnival, like it sprouted from a magick bean planted by a wicked sorceress with an ill disposition. A voice in the back of my mind cautions me not to enter. Pausing at the threshold a moment, I ponder what may lie within. Booze, pretzels and sex-bots most likely. Ignoring the warning of my intuition, I step inside the black-light illuminated erotic theater. The hairs on the back of my neck rise almost as quickly as my manhood. Fuck me schoolgirl! Long golden-blonde pigtails whipping about, peach skin glistening with perspiration, an adorable adolescent girl, eighteen judging by her small peaks and cute little apple bottom, is working a pole like an angelic ballerina for the gods. I should clarify she's designed to appear teenaged as she can only be a bioroid. A pair of snow-white velvety bunny ears flop around on her head as she swings and spins. Her sylphlike body is naked but for baby-blue thigh-high stockings, plaid miniskirt and a lace choker. Her sparkling sapphire eyes shine bright when she notices me, and she affords me a demure smile, round cheeks flushing, and climbs down off the pole. Neglecting the bloody massacre outside the club, I stroll down the sloping faux-marble floor under the mirrored ceiling to the circular stage and slump into the reclined black syntha-leather seating. A sexy android, dressed in a skimpy pink cocktail dress, saunters out from behind the bar and delivers me a cold mug of frothy ale. "Courtesy of the club, sir." I give the waitress an appreciative grinning nod and receive the beer. When the first gulp of suds reaches my stomach my eyes are opened to another dimension of reality. Iridescent soap bubbles float and pop like carbonation around the cherubic teen bunny descending the dance dais. Her innocent simper showcases sharp fangs. Stubby alabaster horns protrude from her forehead and a matching long prehensile tail from the base of her spine, which twirls leisurely in figure-eights as she approaches. I open my mouth to say something witty, but I can't form the words. My tongue has lost its way. She bashfully winds a slender finger in one of her long pigtails, and squeaks, "I'm Bubbles. Wouldya like a dance?" Fuck yeah, I would! Unable to verbalize my enthusiasm, I nod vigorously. With a dainty hop, Bubbles spins around, turning her back to me. Rolling her hips and shoulders, she wiggles her bottom as she sinks into a crouch and grinds her unclothed cheeks into my crotch, her tail teasing my chin. I chomp my bottom lip and clutch the seating with white-knuckled swelling need. My toes curl in my grav-boots. My heart drums in my ears. Sweat pools in the small of my back though it's cool. I've never been so horny in all my life. Glancing over her slim shoulder, Bubbles whispers, "It'd feel better if ya pulled it out." I gulp heavily, then split open the groin of my skin-suit, releasing my throbbing erection. She continues her sensual gyration, polishing my prick with the silky flesh of her rear, and warm waves of euphoria flow through my body and mind, distorting time so everything moves at a glacial pace. I watch in slow-motion as she turns around, sinks to her knees, and devours the fat head of my dick with her baby-blue plumb lips. My jaw drops as I let out a blissful moan. She suckles softly like an infant on the teat, drool dribbling like forming stalactites, while delicately fondling my balls with one hand and gingerly stroking my shaft with the other. An indeterminable amount of time passes blissfully, before Bubbles reaches back and fingers a loop of string I hadn't noticed. With a gentle tug, she plucks a bead from her bud and coos in elation around my cock. She pulls bead after bead, murmuring joyfully with each one as she sucks me, until she holds a thread of twenty-five beads. Pausing her nursing, she cracks one of the beads between her teeth and chews it with a merry grin. "Each one is a different flavor." Bubbles eats two more before offering the candy anal beads to me. I manage to mutter, "Thanks, sweetie." Then I stuff them into my mouth, one after the next, as she pumps my prick and swirls her tepid tongue around the tip. When I've eaten the last sweet, the melodic lullaby suddenly shifts into electro gothic metal, and a second dancer appears on stage with a poof of black smoke and a bursting sizzle of green fireworks. An unrevealed DJ shouts over the music, "Next up, Buttercup!" The inky fumes dissipate to unveil a punky young woman twirling upside down, with skin pale as death, dark-green furry feline ears, curved jade horns and a matching tail. Her short pixie-cut hair is raven-black, and her emerald eyes effervescent. Her lipstick is harlequin-green, same as her spiked leather collar and bracelets, and knee-high stiletto boots. She flaunts her heavy buoyant bosoms and firm bubble-butt, wearing nothing else but a black strap-on double dildo, both phalli long, thick, and ribbed. Springing off the pole, Buttercup appears to float through the air as if under decreased gravity due to the euphoria-induced illusion of deceleration of time, and lands behind Bubbles with the grace of a cat. My stomach churns when I spot sickly-green transparent gremlins, impish and deformed with hollow eyes, squirming about her like a malignant infection in her aura. Buttercup grips Bubbles' hips, rising them into position for double entry, and an igniting ripple of ecstasy surges through me, accelerating the passage of time severalfold. The club blurs around me, colors smearing, the heavy music growing louder, and all I can see clearly is Bubbles bobbing frantically on my cock, tears pouring down her face, while Buttercup pounds her pussy and ass at once, her tail lashing Bubbles' bottom, alternating cheeks with each lunge. Conflicting emotions contort my psyche as Bubbles' blubbering lips slurp and suck while Buttercup laughs manically as she thrusts and whips. My mind feels as if it's rolling backward perpetually. I'm not sure if I've discovered heaven, hell, or purgatory. This goes on continuously, as stellar nebulas birth massive stars that expand into red supergiants which explode into radiating supernovas that collapse into neutron stars and black holes. All the while I teeter on the pinnacle of climax, the sweet oblivion of orgasm eluding me. Eventually the baleful discordance transmutes into brooding orchestral trance as a third beauty, with big bodacious breasts, appears from the whirlwind of streaking colors, and corrects the temporal pace. Her twinkling turquoise eyes are soul piercing and all-commanding. They sweep over me with titanic weight. Vermilion triangular fox ears jut from her vivacious-red hair tied in a ponytail. Her crimson lipstick matches her feather necklace and thigh-high stockings. Flaming droplets of boiling blood wreath her bronzed flesh in a sizzling halo of devilry. She boasts twisted ruby horns, a matching tail, and most daunting of all, a girthy, pulsating prick. The DJ announces, "The one and only, Blossom!" She shoves Buttercup aside and yanks Bubbles from my purple, swollen member. Nearly crushing my larynx, Blossom heaves me to my feet by the throat. She sits, spreads her legs wide, and her tail coils around my neck and pulls my face to her crotch, her oversized cock smacking me between my eyes, which go cross as they attempt to focus on her pulsing phallus. Bubbles settles below me and returns to her enthralling suckling as Buttercup grasps my hips and nuzzles one of her dildos against my undefiled rosebud. My howl of pain and shock is stifled by Blossom's erection cramming into my throat. Agony, pleasure and shame battle for ascendancy in the arena of my overloaded psyche as I'm dominated and worshiped simultaneously. Buttercup drills my ass rough, swift and deep with menacing laughter, as Bubbles works my manhood all the way down her throat, while Blossom gags me with her colossal cock. My mind wavers under the strain, threating to come undone. Terrified of the dire plummet into insanity, I surrender to the wayward tempest of opposing perilous forces rather than allow them to tear me asunder, and rapture engulfs my soul, withdrawing me from my body. Spirits hover all around the border of the club, watching the infernal scene. I'm struck with a revelation. All the women that dwelt on this haven were slain by these three succubi, and all the men were drained of life, their souls trapped here forever. Some time later, the universe comes to an abrupt halt as three pairs of gleaming fangs are exposed in ravenous sneers, and I'm drawn back into my exhausted, physical vessel. This is it. The end. What have I done with my life? Not much. But I did fuck a princess. My expiration date is a moment away, the hot breath of three monsters tickling my exposed flesh, when a burly bounty hunter marches into the club, neuron-disrupters at the ready. I'm cast aside like rotten meat. All giggles and alluring smiles, the she-devils amble up the sloping floor to greet the brute. With teasing whispers and pecking kisses they disarm and disrobe him in seconds. The harrowing shriek that follows wanes quickly as they turn him into a human prune. The withered corpse plops to the floor and the three vampiric demons are atop me in a flash, bloody fangs primed, eyes deranged with thirst. I holler, "Wait! Wait! I can get you more! An unlimited supply!" Lips quivering with craving, they begrudgingly recede and my heart rate drops under the redline. "There's a bounty on my head. It's huge." I stretch my palms wide. "Every hunter in the galaxy's searching for me. If I leak some hints about my whereabouts, they'll keep coming, one after the next. Of course these clues will be subtle and fleeting, so you'll have to keep me alive to create more." They turn to each other, faces flaring with exuberance, giddy as children at play time, and grope one another feverishly. Capitalizing on my newfound advantage, I clear my throat. "But I have one little condition." Their combined excitement shifts swiftly to amassing annoyance. I can't help but slip a sly grin. "You don't fuck me. I fuck you. However and whenever I choose." I arch a brow. "Deal?" They nod together and speak as one. "Agreed." "Before I lure in anymore meals, I wanna demonstration of your sexual subservience." I snap my fingers and point to the floor. "On your knees." They oblige with no indication of reluctance, three fanged mouths opening before me, silently pleading for abuse. Who knew they could be domesticated so easily? Grasping Blossom's ruby horns, I eagerly thrust between her welcoming lips and into her taut throat, forcing her to take me to the hilt. Snarling through gritted teeth, I viciously fuck her face, causing her to gag, choke and drool. When I've exacted an adequate measure of vengeance, I shove her aside and give Buttercup the same maltreatment, growling ferociously with each ass-clenching, brutal lunge. After I've pulverized her tonsils, I push her away, heave Bubbles to her feet and bend her over the stage. Griping her pigtails, I alternate between her tight pussy and tighter ass, relishing the contrast, as she bucks and squeals. Finally, with all three whimpering like bitches in heat, I shower them with streams of pearly goo, splattering their faces and breasts, as I quake and roar in jubilant trumpet. Floating in a narcotic haze, I murmur, "Better than teenage princess asshole." Deep Space Thrombosis Inside the observation room of the Advance International Space Station, Professor Phillip Johnson stood at the large curved porthole and marvelled at the huge Earth below. He leaned closer until his nose touched the reinforced glass. A swoosh from the opening slide door announced the Commander's arrival...Tatya Lesboski. Tatya scoffed, "Cleaning the glass with your tongue?" "We might have been sharing this tin can for six months... but I still haven't figured out your humour." "What are you doing then, if you weren't cleaning it?" "The Earth, it never ceases to amaze how beautiful it is." Tatya stood next to the slight professor. With her blond spikes, she stood a clear foot taller and carried twice as much muscle. "I only bother looking at it when Mother Russia is in sight." "Hard to think there is so much pain and suffering down there." "I feel sorry for American women." Tatya slapped the professor on his back, sending him face first into window... she didn't feel the need to apologise. "They don't know what a real man is. They need some Russian steal." "If that's so, then why are you a lesbian?" "The only thing more impressive than a Russian man, is a Russian woman. We can breast feed children while toting Kalashnikovs or tossing hand grenades." Phillip turned to face Tatya, and then shrugged. "I don't mean to sound stupid. But what I don't get about lesbians is. Well, the whole dildo thing. I mean. Why not use a real cock?" "I suppose you're offering me the use of yours." "I'm not asking you to buy it. Just treat it as a free trial. See if you like it." "Capitalist scum. Bringing everything down to a commercial level." "Please." Tatya stepped up to Phillip and placed a hand on his chest. Her fingers were decorated with small tattoos. She could feel his heart racing as she traced his torso. "You say I'm under no obligation to buy?" "Not unless you like me." Tatya lightly pressed her lips against Phillips. His straight face belied his panic. Her hand brushed his crotch, then traced the outline of his throbbing manhood. She breathed into his ear, "Phillip. I..." "Anything you want Tatya... I'll even forgo my capitalist roots for one night with you." Tatya suddenly grabbed his cock through his dark blue flight overalls. She gripped it so hard she made him squeal like a newborn piglet. "Phillip." "Yes." "One thing you have to understand." "Yes." Tatya growled as lifted Phillip onto his toes. "And I mean really quick." "I'm listening." Tanya felt no need to release Phillip. "Never... Not even if this ship was disintegrating on re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere." She applied as much brute strength as her industrial grip could muster. "Would I ever, ever, consider sleeping with you." "I wouldn't be able to now anyway." "Giood. At least I've bust a myth." "What's that?" Tatya let go, allowing Phillip to sink to his knees. "Not everything is bigger in America." A week had passed before Phillip could touch himself again. Alone in his cabin he opened his laptop computer and accessed Tatya's Russian Space Agency profile. He slowly scrolled through her pictures while slipping his hands into his shorts. But he suddenly heard a brass band playing from the next room. "What the hell is that?" He continued to pleasure himself but the music proved too disturbing. Banging on wall he shouted, "Turn down the music. I'm trying to concentrate." However the patriotic music increased in volume. "The bitch is trying to start Cold War Two." Phillip jumped from the bed and opened his cabin door. "Tatya. Lower it down... Now." There was no answer so Phillip marched to her door and opened it. "What the..?" Dressed in full military regalia, Tatya saluted a line of army toys. The remote controlled military hardware paraded pass while she proudly sang Russia's national anthem. Phillip carefully stepped into the room. "Tatya?" "I thought no foreign dignitaries were coming to this year's Victory Day parade?" "Victory parade? I know resisting my charm is an achievement... but no need for full military honours." Tatya lowered the music on the sound system. "Are you an idiot..?Or just an American? I obviously can't attend this year's parade in Red Square. So I'm having my own little one in space." "Right... Apart from a good excuse for playing with your toys, what's it about?" "The defeat of Nazi Germany in WW2. Kind of a big thing unless you're an idiot." "Oh right. I've watched a few films on it. But I thought it was America who defeated the Nazi's?" Tatya picked up a toy rocket and pointed it towards Phillip. "Get out!" "Relax. It was just a joke. You know I like winding you up." Phillip picked up a toy tank. "Come on. Let me play." "You can dress up as Boris the Embarrassment." "Yeltsin?" Tatya passed him a whisky bottle. "Exactly." The empty whisky bottle lay amongst the miniature Russian tanks and armoured personal carriers. Phillip sat slumped against the wall, where he gazed towards Tatya who supped from her bottle of vodka. "Sorry about the other day... on the observation deck." "Forget it." "I'm just lonely." "You're not the only one." Phillip raised his stick on bushy eyebrows. "Oh really..?" He let out a sigh. "You know... what about me and..." "Leave it." "Look. I know you're gay. Don't worry about that. I'm not asking you to marry me." "I'm a fighter when I'm drunk." Tatya spoke through gritted teeth. "So don't push me." "How about this. I'll wear a wig and dress up as woman. All you have to do is... well, I'll leave up to you to decide." "That's just weird." Phillip spread his arms and glanced towards the ceiling. "But I'm desperate!" "You better leave." "You know what, I will. In fact I'll leave for good." Tatya supped from her bottle, then wiped the excess spirit from her lips. "You'll have to wait for the next supply ship." "I'm talking about killing myself." "Phillip, if there is one thing less attractive than a desperate man, it's one who's full of empty threats of self harm." Phillip climbed to his feet. The alcohol rushed to his head causing him to sway. "I'm serious." "No you're not. Look, there a harddrive full of porn. Plus I was cleaning last week and came across a sticky blow up doll in your cupboard." "You met Janet?" "She was delightful. " Tatya saw the embarrassment on Phillip's face. "Listen. We're half way through a twelve month tour. Just wait until you get back and blow your money on a load of hookers... that's what I always do." "No. I have had enough of this life of constant rejection. My own mother rejected me, as did every foster parent who took me... just to throw me away after I wet the bed." "Phillip. That's why we don't drink together anymore... always ends with you telling me this story." Phillip continued, blind to fact Tatya had placed her headphones on. "It was not better when I grew up. LoveMatch even refused to post my profile on their dating site... No one loves me." He then noticed Tatya was listening to her heavy metal. "How rude." Tatya lifted one plug from her ear."You're right. Better put an end to it all. See you on the other side, Phillip." Phillip cried as he wondered the corridors of the desolate space station. He reached the escape hatch. "The worst thing is, no one will miss me when I'm gone." He stepped into the decompression chamber, and closed the hatch behind. "Computer, open the exterior hatch." "PROFESSOR, YOU'RE NOT WEARING YOUR REGULATON SPACE SUIT" "I want to kill myself." "I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT, PROFESSOR." "I'm superior to you. You have to follow my direct orders. Now do it." "DECOMPRESSION COMENSING IN 5... 4... 3..." Tatya ran down the corridor. "Computer stop." "PROFESSOR'S DIRECT ORDERS, COMMANDER." "Need I remind you of the order of command? I pull rank over the both of you?" "DECOMPRESSION ABORTED." "Now release the hatch before I rearrange your circuits into something useful." As the computer opened the hatch, Tatya glared at Phillip, who sat amongst the empty space suits wearing a drunken grin. "Was that a stunt? Bollocks." "No." "It was... wasn't it?" "No." Tatya folded her tattooed arms. "Why the stupid smirk?" "I just... Never mind." "What's that awful smell?" "They say when faced with certain death, you see a bright light... or even visions from your childhood." Phillip sighed. "All I did was fill my pants." "You disgust me." Tatya stepped back out of the decompression chamber, and slammed the hatch shut. "Computer... begin the decompression." "DECOMPRESSION COMENSING IN 5... 4..." Tatya heard banging from behind the hatch. "Computer... Just keep him inside until he's sobered up." "YES COMMANDER. DECOMPRESSION ABORTED... AIR FRESHINER ENGAGED." Inside the sterilised lab, Phillip peered down a microscope as he analysed s segment of carbon space rock. He then lifted his head as he heard the computer call, "INCOMING MESSAGE FROM SUPPLY SHIP, ZERO NINER ALFA." "Accept the call, Computer." A female voice echoed around the ship. "This is Astronaut Rianna De Cock, asking for permission to dock at the Advanced International Space Station." "Permission granted." Tatya stepped into the lab and noticed the excitement on Phillip's face. "The supply ship isn't expected until next week." "I don't care... but did you hear that sexy voice?" "I don't know what you're getting excited for, she'll only reject you like everyone else." "I enjoy the chase... whatever comes after is just a bonus." Tatya saluted as Rianna stepped through the decompression unit wearing her full space suit. "I'm Commander Lesboski of the Russian Federation Air Force." "I'm Doctor Rianna De Cock, a research psychologist." "Please remove your helmet before boarding my ship... we're all friend's here." "Sorry, it's a just a little stuck... one moment." Tatya then felt her nipples jump to attention as Rianna took off her helmet. She watched in amazement as Rianna's silky brown hair spilled from her helmet as she revealed the prettiest face Tatya had ever seen. "Wow." "I'm more comfortable in a lab than a spacecraft." "Oh..." Tatya settled her nerves. "Welcome aboard my ship, Doctor." "Thank you commander. I'm here to help you and the professors get along better." Tatya folded her toned arms across her chest, then rubbed her chin. "The problem is, this is my ship, and I wasn't expecting anyone." "I'm sorry. I was told you would be aware. However, it was arranged last minute." Rianna passed Tatya her mission statement. "Talking of Johnson where is he?" "Phillip?" Tatya sighed, and then shook her head. "He got too nervous and had to run to the toilet... Don't be alarmed if he tells you he loves you... He's like a lovesick puppy." "Sounds adorable." "He isn't... he's an incessant wanker." Rianna raised her neat eyebrows at hearing Tatya's foul language. "I'll judge him myself, thank you very much." "Sorry for my gutter language, I spent four years with Mother Russia's most loved sons." "Who are they?" Tatya helped Rianna climbed out of her space suit. "The Sptesnaz special forces." "Oh." "These are the faces of my fallen comrades." Tatya pointed to her tattoos of faces that adorned her hard muscle. "Anyway, what I meant by incessant wanker...Well, Phillip masturbates all the time." "He's a man. There nothing but bored monkeys." "It got dangerous though... The reason they installed a gravity field inside the ship was to stop his semen floating around and infiltrating the computer panels. I had to wear safety glasses for the first month of the tour. It was hell." "I'm sure he'll soon find a better use for it." Tatya shook her head. "Unless he starts donating it for research... I can't think what you mean doctor." Rianna glanced about the ship's cargo hold. It was smaller than she had imagined. But she was more interested in the crew than the ship. "So... you're a lesbian?" "And proud. You?" Rianna folded her slender arms as she contemplated her answer. "I have been none to dabble in all things woman,yes. But a full blown lesbian?" Her stare dropped to the dark gray metal of the deck. "No." "Maybe I could convince you to dabble a bit more." "It would be rude of me to stop you trying." Rianna glanced behind her. "But you have more interesting things to be doing than chasing a young physiologist." "I don't think so." "Onboard my ship... the first supply crate you come across... " "Yes." "Inside you'll find fifty back copies of communist weekly magazine." Tatya broke into a giddy smile. "Thanks Pert Tits" She then ran onto the supply ship. "Happy Christmas to one and all." Alone in the corridor Rianna pulled down her overalls and climbed out of their bottoms. She then dressed herself in a short tartan dress and small ivory blouse. "Finally my pair of geeky glasses. Great!" Having fixed her makeup she ventured down the cramp corridors filled with service panels and power cables. She eventually reached the sleeping quarters. Finding Phillip's cabin, she knocked its door. "Professor Johnson?" "Yes..?" "Good to meet you. I'm Doctor De Cock." "Nice to meet you, Doc. I was supposed to meet you at the hatch but had a personal crisis." "Don't worry. Also, call me Rianna." Phillip felt Rianna's crushing handshake. "Christ, that's some grip you've got?" The pain reminded him of Tatya's ball crushing power. "Are you..." He whispered. "Like the commander?" "Gay? Not unless you want me to be." "What kind of answer was that?" "Sorry, a little ahead of myself." Rianna burned red and rearranged her glasses. "I've waited my entire career to meet you." She smiled, showing off her perfectly aligned pearly teeth. "All though we study different fields, Ive always admire you're work." "Thank you. But entire career...? You could still be a student." "I've been blessed with good skin... plus astronaut training really does keep the weight off." Phillip felt impressed, and wished the training had had the same effect on him. He then quickly glanced at her toned belly and youthful legs. "Not dressed in regularity overalls?" "I think there was a mix up with the luggage at the space centre. "She glanced down at her revealing blouse. "I have to say whoever the outfit belongs to, had good taste." "I most definitely agree." "Thanks. I must admit, I look forward to working with you... and getting to know you on a personal level." "That's most flattering. So, what are you here to do exactly? No standard procedure for Mission Control to keep us out the loop." Rianna grinned. "Mainly to take the strain out of your relationship with Tatya." She raised her eyebrows mischievously. "Maybe give you both something else to focus on." "Oh... Don't worry, it's just because I'm sexually frustrated." "We'll have to change that, won't we?" "Yeah." Phillip stopped laughing. "I have to learn not to be an open book." "It's good to express yourself." Rianna brushed against Phillip as she squeezed past him and the door frame, before stepping into the room. "Make sure we're on the same page." "Eh.. that's my room." "Sorry, I just wanted to accustom myself with the surroundings." "This is the standard cabin... all four are the same." "Cosy I think you would call it. Maybe I'll become quite familiar with this cabin." Rianna smiled over her shoulder as she walked out of the room. "Care to show me around the rest of this ship... Professor?" Phillip had left Rianna in the control room to have a private conversation with mission control. He stepped into the cargo hold, then searched amongst the stacked crates until her came across Tatya who was still reading her magazine. "Have you met Rianna?" "She's hot isn't she?" "I've just finished showing her around the ship." "That must have been interesting." "It was. Tatya... Rianna wants to have sex with me." Tatya snorted a laugh. "Here we go... building up your hopes." She didn't bother raising her eyes from the page. "If you don't mind, I've twenty issues of communist weekly to get through." "I mean it." Tatya closed the magazine, and glanced up at Phillip. "What has made you so sure?" "She touched me." "Big deal... so she's a bit tactile. If I had sex with everyman I touched... I'd have had more men penis than a retired pornstar.. and I'm a bloody lesbian." "I'm telling you, she wants me." "Yeah, yeah... whatever. I wouldn't be putting in a request for more condoms just yet." Suddenly the computer called, "DOCTOR DE COCK... WHAT A TERRIBLE NAME BY THE WAY..? HAS REQUESTED HELP IN USING PROFESSOR JOHNSON'S SHOWER." "Right, what did I tell you." Phillip rubbed his hand together. "Time to give her a good soaping." "I'll do it." Tatya jumped from the crate and handed Phillip a magazine. "You organize my collection." "No, it's my shower and my girl." "Rianna likes me, and I totally adore her." Phillip pulled Tatya back by her shoulder as she tried to leave. "She respects my work as an academic. She prefers brain to brawn." "She dabbles in lesbianism... That makes her gay in my books." "She just has a manly hand shake." The computer called. "DOCTOR DE COCK HAS RQUESTED FOR THE PROFESSOR'S ASSISTANCE ONLY." "Whahay, almost makes up for all those years of loneliness and rejection." Tatya slumped onto the crate. "Wish I'd of let you kill yourself now. Lucky bastard." Phillip stepped into his room. It was dimly lit while Prince's greatest hits played quietly through the sound system. "Rianna?" The bathroom light cast Rianna's seductive shadow across the room as she stepped from the bathroom. "Over here... professor? "Phillip turned to face Rianna, who was naked except for her heels. "Oh naughty me... the whole shower thing was just a ruse." Her rouge lips parted, and smiled while she ran her hands down her nubile figure. "Maybe you can teach me the error of my ways?" "Get behind me, Satan." "Now, how do you want to play this? Alfa or sissy boy." "But... we just... Oh Lord." "Right, sissy boy it is then. I can roll with that." Rianna picked up a belt which hung from the back of the toilet door. "After university I enrolled in the space academy... I became head cadet." "Oh Crap." "I like my fellow cadets to be well drilled... in every sense." "I think I can hear Tatya calling me." Rianna whipped the belt across the floor, missing his toes by a mere millimetre. "Don't worry... In space no one can hear you scream." She took the belt in each hand. She then passed it over Phillip's head and brought him nose to nose. "Lock the door and undress. You're going nowhere, Sunshine." "But..." "No ifs... no buts. I want you naked, oiled, and ready to play." "But..." Rianna let go of one end of the belt, then took a step back. "Bad boy." She then violently slapped the belt across his legs, causing him yell. "What did I just say ask you not to do?" "No ifs... No buts. Sorry Rianna." "Ma'am. Call me Ma'am." "Ma'am." Phillip stumbled as he quirkily undressed. "Moving as quickly as I can, Ma'am" Rianna nodded with approval . "Well, well, well. Look's like my instincts were right. You do like a bit of hanky panky." "I've never done it before... But yes, in between the pain it's kind of fun." Phillip could feel Rianna staring at his erect penis. "I've measured it... I'm glad to say I'm a whole millimetre above average." "Indeed you are. Permission to be proud, Captain." "Thanks Riann... Argh!" Phillip jumped in the air as he received a slap from the belt. He rubbed his stinging behind. "Sorry Ma'm." Deep Space Thrombosis "Just how short is your memory?" "I forget when I'm excited." Rianna took hold of Phillip's penis, led him to the bed. "Where do you keep the rest of your belts?" "Why? Is one not enough to hit me with?" Rianna let go of Phillip, then whipped the belt across his now rosy bottom, delighted with his screams. "When I ask you something, I expect an answer, not another bloody question. Got it?" "Yes Ma'am." "How you became a professor... I'll never know." Phillip rubbed his stinging bottom. "I have two belts in the draw with my socks." "Good. Now. Let's tie you to the bed." "Hang on. I can't have you tying me up like a rent boy. We barely know each other" "Yes I can. And yes I will." "But..." Rianna took a swing with the belt, then wryly smiled at his bruising skin. The glowing welts were evidence of a job well done. "Lie on the bed with your arms stretched out above your head." Phillip enjoyed the pain, his throbbing erection eluded to that, but he was worried where all this could lead to. He grimaced as Rianna buckled the belt around his wrist, then tied the other end to the head board. She then straddled his chest while tying the second. "Anything else I can tie your legs with, Phillip?" "How come you want my legs tied?" "I like to have unimpeded access to my work." Phillip swallowed deeply, then glanced at his restrained wrist. "Bloody hell." "Damn..." Rianna climbed from the bed, then rooted around her luggage. "I'll have to use my brand new stockings." "Oh Lord." "You better appreciate this... They cost a bomb." With Phillip's legs bent at knee and tied to the head board, Rianna shook her head while gazing at his hairy nether regions. "Next time we do this, remind me to shave you first. It's like Chewbacca pulling a moony." "Sorry." "Not the nicest to thing when you get hairs on your tongue... especially when they're from your lovers bottom." "I'll be happy with a quick blowjob. No need to... Aye!" Phillip shivered as he felt Rianna began to kiss his hairy cheeks. Kissing is fine, just don't put your finger... IN!" "Relax Phil... This is nothing I haven't done before. I'm a sexpert." "Go easy. I'm very much in uncharted territory." "You like it, don't you." Phillip gritted his teeth. "I'd be lying if I said no... But keep this between me and you yeah? Tatya doesn't need to know." "Ooops. I've got a few friends with me, who want to join in." "What?" Rianna emptied a case of dildos onto the bed. "Say hello to Brutus, Claudio and Big Daddy Duke." "Hey, I'm not a platter you can pass around your friends." "So, what's it to be?" "Come on, please." "I don't know if you have noticed." Rianna spoke with threat. "You're in no position to bargain... Phillip. " "I guess you're right." "So?" "The smallest. Pick the smallest." "That will be Claudio." Rianna picked up a small rubber cock. "But like all Latinos, he has rhythm." "What the hell does that mean?" Rianna twisted the end of the dildo, which then began to jiggle about. It then began to emit salsa music. "Claudio has the moves." "I hate salsa music... This is going to be a long NIGHT!" Rianna sat at the table inside the mess, wryly smiling to herself as she thought about her night with Phillip. Stirring her mug of coffee, she nodded at Tatya who stepped in from the corridor. "Hello." "Where's Phillip?" "He's a bit tied up at the moment." "Oh." Tatya sat opposite."I was gutted you didn't ask for me yesterday. I would have loved to help you out in the shower." She glanced at her broken finger nails. "These hands of mine might look like those of a bricklayer, but they know how to treat a woman." "I sure those hands are very talented." "Don't let their talent go to waste then." "I'm sorry..." "Anyway, I don't want hear you apologies." Tatya puffed out her chest. "I'm here for business." "OK." "I've been in contact with mission control." "And?" Tatya sighed. "They confirmed that you're here to assist Phillip and me. But there's something just not right about you." "What could that be?" "No one could find Phillip attractive... Not just that. But you see him besotted with him" Rianna smiled as she sipped from her mug of coffee. "I don't know what you mean..." She smiled wistfully. "He's hot." "Hot? For God's sake his own mother rejected him." "I've always like damaged goods." "But rejection at such an age... Surely it's left its mark." "Complex minds are so captivating." Rianna glanced up at a frustrated Tatya. "I'm a psychologist after all." "Is he your study?" "He's my obsession." Tatya sighed. She felt powerless to stop her heart bleeding. "Can you at least have sex less often?" "Why?" "Or at least keep your orgasms down. I can't get to sleep for thinking about you." "You think about me?" "Of course. I've never seen such beauty." The chair scraped across the deck as Rianna stood from her chair. "What do you think about?" "Nothing much." "Let me explore your thoughts." "I can't reveal my secrets." Rianna placed a hand on Tatya's broad shoulder. "Please do." She then heard Tatya sigh. "That's why I'm here." "Just a little bit of kissing." "And?" "I don't mean to seem all feminine." Tatya blushed and shyly gazed at the floor. "I would like to cuddle you in bed, while you play with my hair." "It's perfectly normal when faced with a woman of my looks." "Whoa! That's arrogant... but absolutely spot on." Rianna stroked her pale cheek. She felt the powerful Tatya tremble under her dainty finger. "I'm flatted... thank you." "I find your touch electrifying." "You're a fine specimen of a woman yourself, Tatya." Tatya glanced up like a disbelieving child seeking comfort. "Do you really think so?" "Yes." "I feel the same way about you." Tatya leaned onto Rianna, resting her head on her stomach. "I think you're truly amazing." "I love Phillip, I'm sorry" "But you just met... and I need you more than him." "Sorry." Tatya stood from the chair and held Rianna's slender body in her bulky arms. "We have energy. I can sense it." "Phillip is the one for me." "But it's Phillip. Bloody Phillip. He might be the only man in a million miles of here. But surely a turning gay would be better than having that grunting on top of you." "I think you're amazing... But Phillip is my destiny." "I don't know who's stranger, you or him." Rianna frowned. "No need to be bitter." "But I think you're so perfect." Tatya burst into tears. "Why would you waste yourself on him..? What's wrong with me?" She ran out of the room like a heartbroken teen. Rianna slumped onto the kitchen table. She took out her Dictaphone and whispered, "It's worse than I thought. Not even a PHD is going to help me unravel these broken minds." The whirl of the processors and and bleeps from the control interfaces were not enough to drown out Tatya's anguish. Inside the small control room, Tatya made radio contact. "Mission control, this is Commander Lesboski." "Received. Go ahead, Commander." "I'm asking for permission to leave the ship." "Clarify your position, Commander." Tatya burst into tears. "I can't take it anymore." "Is everyone OK?" "The crew are fine. But I just need to get back to Earth." "You've been on longer missions before." "It's not the mission. It's Doctor De Cock. She's driving me mad." "In what way? We think she is perfect for this mission." "That's just it" Tatya wiped her nose with a tissue. "She is perfect. I'm in love" "You have to be professional. We chose you because you're cold, commanding and competent. But above all professional." "But Rianna has chosen Phillip over me. That's more than insulting. That's damn right disrespectful." "Doctor De Cock is simply carrying out her mission." "Well I don't like it" Tatya scratched her scalp through her spiky blond hair. "It's either you replace her, or you'll have to replace me." "What if we told you the Doctor isn't human." "What?" "Rianna is not what she seems." Tatya froze. A cold shiver rattled along her spine. "Is she an alien?" "Not an alien... no. She's a cyborg. To be precise, Rianna is a pornbot." "What the hell is a P... Pornbot?" "The R1ANN4 project was originally designed to develop a replacement for humans on deep space exploration."Tatya listened intently."But it turned out the lead scientist on the project was a pervert. R1ANN4 turned out to be half pornstar, half astronaut." "Can't you send me one?" "Only one prototype survived the cull, Commander." "Why would you kill the likes of her? They're man's greatest invention." "They were spreading sexual diseases quicker than a prostitute high on amphetamine." Tatya felt concerned for her fellow crew member. "Does Phillip know?" "No, and you're under direct orders not to inform him." "But, he wants to marry her! This might have stopped him committing suicide now, but imagine what it will be like when he wants children." "We've covered the children dilemma. Rianna has been programmed with an award winning sob story. Don't worry." "I still think it's wrong though." "Forget about the ethics, Commander. We want you to stay on mission." "Tatya folded her arms. "OK... But I I'm still going to try seduce her?" "You're human after all." Tatya nodded as all the instruments on the flight deck were in good order. But she then smiled at hearing the clicks of Rianna's heels on the deck. Tatya span around on her commanders seat and faced Rianna. "Hello, Sputnik." "Do I look like a 1950's satellite?" "You've come a long way... I'll give you that." Rianna felt the negative atmosphere in the control room... then took a step back. "I don't follow?" "I finally understand why you're so perfect." "I put it down to a good lifestyle, a better education and above fantastic genes. What's wrong Tatya?" Tatya dug her nails into the leather arm rest. "You're a robot." "What?" "I spoke to mission control." "And?" "They told me everything." Rianna shrugged her slender shoulders. She took another step towards the door."I can't think why they would say that." "You're going nowhere until you tell me the truth," Tatya pressed a button on the arm of her chair, ordering the door to close. She stood from her seat and pulled out a knife. "You're programmed to love Phillip. "Put the knife away." "It all finally makes sense. Why you would choose him over me... why you're so pretty and clever." "I'm sorry, maybe they were just trying to calm you down... you've been a little hysterical recently." Tatya's face wore a deranged smile. "I fell I love with a robot ..." She pointed the knife towards Rianna. "... who rejected me." "I'm a living, breathing human... who's really scared right now." Tatya grabbed Rianna's hand. Her power was took much for Rianna's who was powers to defend herself. "I just want to confirm something." Using the tip of the knife, Tatya pricked Rianna's thumb. She then watched a red globular form. "Maybe it's ketchup." Leaning down, Tatya stucked the thumb in her mouth and sucked. "Shit... tastes real enough." "Happy?" Tatya let Rianna go. "I think I owe you an apology." "Get away from you idiot." "Babes..." Tatya watched Rianna open the door and stormed out. Inside the lab, Phillip programmed data into the interface while Rianna surfed her desktop on her tablet computer. He heard Rianna yawn. "That's the second time you've yawn in as many minutes." "I know, I think my batteries need charging." "All that sex must have worn you out." "Certainly has... as well as Tatya's strange behaviour." Phillip couldn't hide his smile. "To think she used to call me desperate." "The poor woman is racked with jealousy." "She has a lot to be jealous of... Fancy coming to bed... we'll sleep this time." Rianna scrolled through tablet computer, then tapped the screen. " The system says something is not right with the communication dish on starboard side of the ship." "Ah, that always happens... I'll sort it tomorrow." "Be a dear, and sort it out." "It will take an hour to fix it." Rianna batted her long eyelashes. "That's more than enough time for me to have a power nap." "Come on, baby." "Please... I'll let you rattle me all... night... long." Phillip stood from his stool. "Alright... but leave my arse alone. I'm still blowing bubbles." "Deal." Alone in Phillips room, Rianna, dressed in her usual short skirt and blouse, climbed onto the bed. She then opened a silver box which lay at her side. Pulling out a huge black rubber cock, she shook her head. "Why it has to be so big... I'll never know. " Unbeknown to Rianna... she had a peeping Tom. Peering through a vent on the cupboard door, Tatya touched herself while Rianna's panties hung from her mouth. She watched with bated breath as Rianna applied lubricant to the huge dildo. Rianna propped herself up on her knees pushing her pert arse in the air. She then pulled down her cotton paint to her knees. Parting one nubile cheek with a hand, she then pressed the dildo against anus. A throaty groan shook the room as she tentatively worked the dildo into her back passage. Rianna couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Biting her lips she slowly sunk a finger into her slit. "She's a whore... Not even I could do that... the dildo is as big a SKUD missile." She felt captivated. Her eyes were opened as wide as Rianna bottom was stretched. "There's no two ways about this. I have to have her." Rianna then proceeded to sink the dildo deeper. "Almost there?" She then hit the spot. "Finally!" Tatya couldn't take anymore. "Oh yeah, baby... me too. Me fucking too." She kicked out, smashing the doors of the cupboard open. All sweaty and her fingers drenched with cum... she gazed at Rianna. "You're one hot bitch!" But Rianna had stopped moaning and lay passed out on the bed. Tatya stood up, and wiped the cum from her fingers on her bottom. "Ri?" Tatya pulled up her trousers, then ran across the room. At Rianna's side, she stroked her comrade's glossy hair. "Rianna... Babe?" She then looked at the huge dildo hanging from Rianna's backside. "Shit... She's killed herself." Her eyes then flitted to the silver case. "Hang on... It's not a dildo... It's a fuel rod... the bitch is charging herself with bloody uranium." She then broke into evil grin. "I can use this to my advantage... All's fair in love and war." Pulling the fuel rod from a startled Rianna, Tatya ran out of the bedroom, quickly pursued by Rianna. Rianna caught up with Tatya at the waste ejector. Falling to her knees, Rianna pleaded, "No you haven't?" "What's the big deal..? It's just a humungous rubber cock." "It's my charger." "So you admit it." Tatya glared at Rianna. "You're a robot." "Yes. I'm a pornbot." "Well, You're charger is about to become space waste." "That's against regulations. You'll be court marshalled." "Life in prison is no big deal... I'll be top bitch." Rianna stepped up to Tatya and placed her hand on Tatya's upper chest. "But I'll die... and Phillip with soon follow with a broken heart." "I want you to at least sleep with me once. I've seen your selection of dildo's. We have the same taste. I'm telling you... were meant to be together." "I'm have to be loyal. Sorry." "How can you pretend to have emotions. You're nothing but a fancy microwave." "I possess exactly the same feelings as a human." "If I can't have you." Tatya hit the eject button."Neither can Phillip." She watched as a tear ran down Rianna's cheek. "Shit... they really did make you look real." "You bitch." Phillip walked through the decompression chamber but was faced with a tearful Rianna. "What's up Ri?" She collapsed into Phillips arms. "Ri.. What's wrong?" "I'm sorry." "What for?" Rianna rubbed her face into Phillip's chest. "I've failed in my mission." "I don't understand?" "To be the love of your life." "You already are Rianna." Phillip kissed his lover's cheek. "You're the best thing that's happened to me." "I'm dying, Phillip." "What?" "I'm di..." Phillip felt Rianna go limp in his arms. "Ri... Rianna. Baby." He collapsed onto the floor holding the love of his life in his arms. "Tatya!" Tatya peered around the corner of the corridor. "What's up?" "Rianna... she's dead." "I told her to make sure her dildo's were clean... A sure way to pick up space crabs. " "If only she wasn't so damn horny." Tatya folded her arms and coldly shrugged. "You're better off without her." "Life isn't worth living," "Come on, man up. The woman was so robotic she could be German." "I don't want to live." "Of course you do." Tears welled from Phillip's eyes ducts and rained down cheeks. "This was my one chance of love. And it's been taken away from me." "Christ. Chill out. You'll find someone else." "My own mother disowned me. I went from foster family to foster family. I've never known love before I met Rianna. This week has been the only week in my life when I could honestly say... I was happy." Tatya shook her head. The unfolding tragedy made her feel felt awkward. "The ship, it runs uranium, right?" "Yes... look, I don't want to talk about the ship's energy supply right now. If you haven't noticed, I'm bloody grieving." "Just wait here...And whatever you do, don't cremate her." Down in the humming engine room, Tatya was dressed in protective wear and lowered her hair curlers into ships nuclear core. "This will either end up a success, or with us all dead... either way, at least it will shut him up." Tatya returned to a sobbing Phillip who sat holding his dead lover. "Move out the way, Phil." "Can't a man grieve alone?" "Just move, Dickhead." Phillip watched open mouthed as Tatya lifts Rianna's skirt, then pulled her knickers down her nubile thighs. "Tatya... she's not even cold..." "Shut up. I'm trying to cheer you up" "Lesbians have never done it for me. I'm not gay, but porn needs a bit of cock." Phillip the wailed as he watches Tatya slowly slid the makeshift dildo into Rianna's anus. "What the hell Tatya! Show my girlfriend some respect." "One... Two... Three" "But?" Phillip then watched Rianna open her eyes. "She's alive!" Rianna wheeled a crate down the corridor into the sleeping quarter. She knocked on the door of Tatya's bedroom. "Knock Knock." "Piss off." "What's got you in mood?" "I turned forty this morning." Rianna smiled like a mischievous school girl. "That's why I'm here, Missy." "Not interested... go away." "Mission control sent you a present." "Really?" "She's waiting." The door suddenly opened and Tatya opened stood in her pyjamas. "What do you mean... she?" Rianna glanced towards the coffin like box. "R1ann4 MK II... The MK II variant has a tongue extension. " "Fan bloody tastic."