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****** The Many and Varied Adventures of Commander Milankovic and His Crew
******
by HerbertJenkins
Summary
     Too explicit for ff.net and Wattpad. Contains shit-tons of sex and
     shit-tons of OCs.
Notes
     My aim is to make you feel strong emotions. Whichever way they go, I
     do not care, for if it happens it means I have done my job. Don't go
     into this expecting something serious, because it really isn't.
***** Dramatis Personae, and Chapter 1 *****
      The Many and Varied Adventures of Commander Milankovic and His Crew
Dramatis Personae
Cain, a troublesome fighter, and Abel, his navigator
Deimos, Cain’s lackey, and Yura (Phobos), his navigator
Jaden, task name Misfit, and Laurentina (Scarlett), his navigator
Bautista, task name Endymion, Olivera (Serenity), his navigator
Johan, task name Hadrian, and Carlo (Antinous), his navigator
Matthias, task name Cream, and Gayle (Strawberry), his navigator
Jacobus, task name Phantom, and Sonja (Ghost), his navigator
Alice, task name Sherlock, and Matilda (Watson), her navigator
Seryozha, task name Apollo, and Jeanne (Hyacinth), his navigator
Sasha Krayevsky, task name Nisus, and Sasha Brankovič (Euryalus), his navigator
Alyosha, task name Fish, and Sasha the Soldier (Chips), his navigator
Keeler, the Lead Navigator
Encke, the Lead Fighter
Commander Milankovic, the head of this mission
Master Shrek, the head of the Swamp, and Adjutant General Putin, his
subordinate, with Dmitry Medvedev, Putin’s submissive
Officers Lenox and O’Hara, military police officers
Butts, a medical attendant
Volkov, a morgue attendant
 
Chapter the First
The fighters were being loud as usual. They were making their way to the ship
on which they would be situated for this mission— apparently, a dangerous one,
but all the fighters were confident they’d kick ass.
            “Y’allz better not look at, touch, speak to, or even thinkabout my
navigator, alright?” Cain declared, trying to set himself up as the alpha of
the group.
            “Fuck that, how are we meant to know which one’s even yours?” Alice
Brown, the only female fighter on this mission, replied.
            “You’ll know, kids,” Cain said, flashing one of his signature evil
smiles. “He’ll have a scar. So, don’t fuck with him. He’s mine.”
            “So he’s your boyfriend?” another fighter, Seryozha, taunted. (It
was kind of hypocritical taunting, because he was gay too.) “I understand it
all now!”
            “Shut up,” Cain spat. “before I fucking smash your head in.”
            The ship soon came into view. It was not too big, but was shining
in the midday sun like some expensive-ass jewel. It was the latest model,
developed by the Russians (the best spacefaring nation at this time), and
looked slick and swaggin’.
            “Don’t even think about calling dibs on the best dorm,” Cain said,
really annoying everyone by this point. “Cos I’ve got that.”
            “Really? Are you really electing to act like a teenager?” Roberto
Bautista, the ex-dancer, retorted.
            “Piss off, Twinkle Toes. It’s your first time in space, and it’s my
second, so I’m the most senior. Soooooo…I get the best room. D’you understand?”
            “I’ve actually been to space five times,” another fighter, a suave
gentleman called Alyosha, cut in. “So, if logic prevails, that would mean I get
the best dorm.”
            Cain had been defeated, and he knew it. All his annoyingness had
caught up with him, so he shut the hell up and walked in silence to the ship.
                                       ~
Meanwhile, the navigators were doing exactly the same thing. They were a little
more subdued and civilised, so weren’t talking much. There was certainly no
Cain equivalent in their group, thank the gods.
            For all of them, it was their first time in space, so they were
rather scared. And none were more scared than Sasha Brankovič. He literally had
no idea how he’d passed through the training to become a nav, because he was
certainly not ready to put it into action. He was going to fucking space! Where
there was no oxygen! Not even nice toilets! Gods, it was, what, the 24th
century; why hadn’t they figured out how to make good galactic loos?
            The ship was now in sight, which made most of the navigators even
more scared. They were going in this thing for God knows how long, with like a
dozen other people who they’d have to like or they’d be in deep shit.
            Sadly for Matilda Hansen, she’d already made a few enemies. She and
this other female nav, Jeanne, were having a boasting competition to see who
was the most badass. Matilda had boasted that she’d make a great fighter, which
had attracted the attention of one Sonja Ayton. She’d guffawed at the thought,
since she knew that Matilda was a real wuss when it came down to it, and
Matilda had heard and almost beat her up. Carlo Turner had stepped in to try
and break it up, which made Matilda dislike him. She was gonna have to avoid
these three for the entire mission.
            They went inside the ship, and were greeted by a dodgy-looking man
who introduced himself as Commander Milankovic. He told them to go to their
dorms and wait for their fighters, who were just being briefed by Lead Fighter
Encke. The navigators were meant to see Lead Nav Keeler, but Keeler had been
nice and let them all rest in their rooms for the night, since it had been a
long day travelling to the ship. What a nice man Keeler was!
            The navs got the keys to their dorms and went off to their
respective rooms. Most of them were on the same deck, and a few of them were
even adjacent. Matilda, sadly, was next to Jeanne.
            Presently, everyone’s fighters entered.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter the Second
Laurentina was thrilled to find that her fighter was a young, beautiful man
that looked just so intelligent and wise.
            “Hey, baby,” he said, winking naughtily.
            “Hi…” Laurentina replied, looking a bit sheepish.
            “And what name do you go by, darling?” he asked.
            Laurentina looked down at her dogtag, which said her task name for
this mission. No one, be it fighter or navigator, was meant to give their real
name to anyone, and for each mission all were given a new name. Since the
commanders had to make up literally hundreds for every fighter and nav pair,
some were bound to be unfathomably stupid.
            “Scarlett,” she said, so thankful that her task name was somewhat
normal.
            “Well, I’m Misfit,” he replied, sticking a hand out for her to
shake.
            Laurentina bit her lip so much she almost ate it. Misfit… Damn,
what a hot name. It fit him so well. He just looked so badass. Gods, she
couldn’t wait to do the mission at his side.
            “Good evening, Misfit,” Laurentina said, trying to give him a sexy
smile.
            “And a very good evening to you too, Scarlett. Now where do I put
my stuff?”
            “You’re on the top bunk,” Laurentina told him.
            He leapt up there like a maverick monkey.
            “Damn, we’re so far away from each other,” he noted. “I would
prefer to be a bit closer…”
            Laurentina’s stomach filled with crazy-ass butterflies. He wanted
to sleep NEXT TO HER… Maybe MAKE LOVE to her…
            “I think we can move the bunks,” she said.
            “We’ll see…”
            He grabbed the metal slab that was meant to be his bed and started
to wrench it from the wall. His huge biceps bulged on his arms, and Laurentina
almost got moist as hell. She had scored a reallyhot fighter…
            Eventually, Jaden had removed his bunk from the wall, and then got
to work on Laurentina’s. After a while of him labouring, and Laurentina
gawking, they were both on the floor, and he arranged their bedclothes so they
were pretty much sharing a duvet. It got Laurentina aroused just thinking about
them sleeping.
            “I hope we will get along very well on this mission,” Jaden said,
his voice languid and seductive.
            “I hope so too,” Laurentina replied, dying of thirst. 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter the Third
Olivera was busy doing fouettes in the dorm. Although she was a navigator now,
she always was, and always would be, a dancer at heart. It was just unfortunate
luck that her city was conscripting all the young, able-bodied people to go to
space, and her dance school was very eager to help them with that. She had been
the first one to go. She didn’t even get a choice as to whether she were a
fighter or navigator!
            So, even in space, she would have to practise. She was using the
edge of the top bunk as a barre now, and was going through many different
exercises. She was still good, despite not having practised for a few days.
Thank the gods.
            Next, she moved on to doing some pirouettes. She did about six in a
row, before her fighter entered the room. Embarrassed, she hurriedly stopped,
but in doing so almost fell over. Her fighter just laughed.
            “I’ve been assigned to a fellow dancer!” he exclaimed.
            Olivera was so red she didn’t turn to face him.
            “Yeah…”
            “That’s great! Where did you train?”
            “The, umm, The International Rezzers School of Ballet,” Olivera
said, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear, then pushing it back, then
repeating the process.
            “Oh my goodness! SAME! Isn’t it such a good school?”
            “Uh-huh…” Olivera murmured, literally so nervous around this
godlike beauty.
            “Who taught you, then? Nurey? Poluney?”
            “Yury… You know… Yury?”
            “Of course I know Yury! We had…” He looked off with a suppressed,
but noticeably cheeky, smile. “We had a great relationship.”
            Olivera understood what he was insinuating. What a playa.
            “So how come I don’t recognise you, if we train at the same
school?”
            “I, uh, I don’t know,” Olivera replied, making sweater paws by
stretching the sleeves of her nav uniform over her fingers. “I probably wasn’t
as good as you or something…”
            “I don’t think so! From what I saw when I came in, you had some
kickass pirouettes!”
            Olivera’s cheeks burned red again. This vision of glory, this
divine dance master, said that her pirouettes were GOOD… She could now die
happy.
            “Thank you!” she said, finally breaking through her shell of
shyness. “Thank you so much!”
            “Anytime, chica,” he replied, giving her a wink that made her legs
turn to jelly. “And what name do you go by these days?”
            “Serenity,” she replied, a little too eagerly.
            “That is somuch better than mine. Endymion. Like, am I some kind of
French canapé or something?”
            Olivera giggled, cursing herself for sounding like a right knob.
She shut up, and thence ensued an awkward silence.
            “Right, I think it’s time to have a shower,” Olivera finally said.
“Gotta smell good for dinner and all that.”
            “You have fun now!” Bautista chuckled. Avec another wink. What a
tease.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter the Fourth
Johan was immediately impressed with his navigator. When he came in, he was
busy on his tablet mapping out routes and devising all kinds of nav things. He
obviously took his job seriously. That was a good sign. Johan did not want a
navigator that was a slacker. His last one… Oh, Lord, that Jerry just did
notpull his weight.
            “Good evening, navvie!” Johan exclaimed, slapping him on the back
and jumping next to him on his bunk. “Whatcha doing?”
            “I’m… umm… I’m working… Good evening…” he replied, a bit frazzled.
            “Don’t be so shy, navvie! I’m not THAT scary!”
            Johan turned off his nav’s tablet, making him swear rather rudely.
            “I hadn’t saved that, for God’s sakes!” he growled.
            “There’sthe attitude! Brilliant! I’m glad that you have some fire
in you!” Johan slapped him on the back again.
            “Jesus, I’m going to have to do all of that again. You realise how
annoying that is?”
            “Sorry, navvie. I’ll help you do that later on. So, what’s your
name?”
            “What, like, my real name?” his nav asked, returning to his
previous nervous self.
            “No, no, no! You’re new to this, aren’t you?”
            “Yeah…” He avoided Johan’s gaze, and blushed just a bit. “My task
name is Antinous.”
            “And I’m called Hadrian. It’s nice to meet you.”
            Johan swung out a hand, which was duly shaken. This navigator had a
WEAK-ASS handshake, to be perfectly frank.
            “Why aren’t we allowed to tell each other our real names?” the nav
asked.
            Johan shook his head and laughed.
            “We’re just not. Don’t question it.”
            “Alright, I won’t question it…” Carlo replied. “Still, Antinous is
a fucking stupid name.”
            “It goes with Hadrian. You know Hadrian and Antinous?”
            “Uh, no…”
            “It’s a good story. Pretty much, Emperor Hadrian, the one that
built that wall back in the 1st century AD, had a boyfriend, lover, fuckbuddy,
whatever, called Antinous. They had great times, Antinous died under mysterious
circumstances, Hadrian was distraught, built temples and stuff for him, had
priests worshipping him, whatever. A gay love story for all the ages.”
            Inside, Carlo was dying of cuteness. He just wished he could have a
boyfriend like that, gods dammit! Maybe Johan would provide that…? I mean, a
long mission, sharing a bedroom, working in the same ship… That’s gotta be a
breeding ground for romance! Carlo hoped so. He wanted to get hot and heavy
with his fighter.
            But did Johan want to get hot and heavy with him? No, is the short
answer. Not yet, anyway.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter the Fifth
Gayle saw her fighter enter, and a moan escaped her body. This man was tall,
had a perfect body, a well-trimmed beard and ‘tache, a strong nose, killer
hair, and a sexy smile. He was even wearing guyliner,and that was one of
Gayle’s weaknesses. He looked like some hot highwayman or something.
            “Jesus, save my soul,” she whispered to herself, fighting the
increasing wetness between her legs.
            “Hey, I guess you’re my new nav,” the fighter said, with a voice so
otherworldly beautiful that she almost died.
            “Oh, hi, you must be my new fighter,” she replied, trying to act
all coy. “What’s your task name?”
            “Cream,” he announced. He smirked at the sexual innuendo, and it
made Gayle reach closer to full-on arousal.
            “I’m Strawberry. I guess we were just made for each other, right?”
            “Let’s hope so,” he said, adding a panty-dropping smile. Gayle felt
the gushing waterfall of juice flowing from her vag.
            I think I’m in love…she thought. Or in lust… Eh, same difference.
                                       ~
“Hello there, my name is Cain,” the fighter, a dark- (and blue-) haired man
said, holding a hand out for his navigator to shake.
            “It’s very nice to meet you, my name is Abel,” the nav replied. “I
hope we will work very well together on this mission.”
            “I agree, Abel. I am very much looking forward to working with you.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must shower; it has been a very long journey and I
want to smell fresh when we go down and have dinner.”
            “That’s fine by me, Cain! As for me, I will be preparing some
charts and doing extra work to make sure this mission goes smoothly.”
            “See you soon!”
Cain walked past Abel on his way to the bathroom, but accidentally tripped over
and scratched Abel’s lip. It started to bleed.
“Oh, how inconvenient!” Abel remarked.
“I am very sorry, Abel!” Cain said. “Let me administer proper first-aid
techniques!”
He used an antiseptic wipe to remove all bacteria from the wound, then dabbed
it with a light gauze to remove all blood. White blood cells began their
healing process, but a scar would remain.
“How unfortunate!” Abel exclaimed. “My youthful good looks remain no longer! No
matter, I am wise enough to know that looks are not everything, and it’s what
inside that counts.”
“I wholeheartedly agree, Abel. Now, time for my shower…”
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter the Sixth
Sonja was really looking forward to meeting her fighter. She’d been assigned
the task name of Ghost, and she’d heard that her fighter was called Phantom, so
they HAD to be badass. If they were a guy, she was going to really enjoy this.
She was hungry for a boyfriend. If they weren’t, she figured she’d have a good
time. You know, just be good friends. And anyway, if it didn’t work out, she
was still in fucking SPACE. Like, that compensates. A lot.
            She’d put her fighter on this pedestal so much that when he finally
entered, she was somewhat disappointed. He was an average guy: not too tall,
not too short, not too ugly, not too hot. He didn’t have a brilliant body, and
his fighter uniform was rather ill-fitting. He wasn’t exactly what she’d hoped
for.
            But, fear not, her fighter felt the same way. He was hoping for
some blonde bombshell to take his breath away, and all he’d got was the blonde.
But he wanted a straight-up pinup girl; curves, tits and ass with a fierce
attitude to top it all off. He liked that. But, all those girls, in this day
and age, ended up becoming iHookers on Earth, much to his disgust. He couldn’t
really make a girlfriend out of one of those silicone bitches. (He disagreed
with the idea of prostitution, which was ironic seeing as he considered
becoming one to fund his struggling music career.)
            “Hi,” Sonja said.
            “Hi,” Jacobus replied.
            “I’m your navigator.”
            “I’m your fighter.”
            “I’m having a shower. Bye.”
            “Bye.”
            Sonja had hoped for so much more. But no matter, she was determined
to find a hot piece of ass to make her own. Anything could happen on this
ship… 
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter the Seventh
As soon as her fighter entered, Matilda knew she was in for a world of crazy.
This girl was five-ten, dyed hair, tons of piercings and a fighter unitard
zipped up so low her vagina was almost visible. She gave Matilda a long, hard
look, penetrating her with her heavily made-up eyes.
“You look good. Get on your bunk.”
“What?!” Matilda exclaimed.
“You heard me. Get on your bunk. I’ll do the rest.”
Matilda was too scared to argue, and was also giving in to the primal sexual
urge that was wracking her body. Gods, she’d never wanted anyone so much, and
she thought she was straight! She complied with her fighter’s request
immediately.
“Tell me, what name should I scream out as my fingers are destroying your ass?”
she said, in a growling, low voice.  
“Watson,” Matilda replied.
“Oh, you knowI will be your Sherlock, baby…”
Matilda sat back on her bunk and Alice began to remove her nav uniform. Soon,
it was all off, and Alice made her lie head-down, ass-up.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard you won’t be able to move for weeks…” she
rasped.
She removed her fingerless gloves, as well as most of her clothes, then got out
a huge pot of lube. She dipped her fingers into it, coating them in the thick,
surprisingly glow-in-the-dark substance.
“Let’s start slow…”
She introduced one finger into Matilda’s tight asshole. The pleasure was
intense, and Matilda fought the urge to squirm like a lunatic. Her finger went
deeper and deeper inside, until the entire length had been used. She’d gone in
slow, so Matilda could get used to the feeling, but reckoned she was ready for
a one-finger pummelling. She withdrew it fast, incurring a sharp inhalation
from Matilda, then plunged it back in.
Alice got a very nice rhythm going with just one finger. She had to reapply
lube several times to get the full smooth effect, but she was going in and out
like a piston and reckoned she’d stretched Matilda’s anus enough to add a
second digit.
Thus, it was added. Two fingers gave a whole new world of pleasure, and Alice
was pounding that asshole with a penetrative force that could rival the best
gay porn star. Matilda was screaming “Sherlock, Sherlock, fuck me harder!” and
Alice was fully intent on giving her just that.
Next it was time for some strategic widening. She introduced her other hand
into the mix, gently pushing the first two fingers in and sort of levering the
hole open. So much lube was used, but it was really worth it for the next load
that Matilda would be penetrated by.
Alice’s entire fist slammed in, and she started twisting it to push it even
deeper inside. Matilda was screaming like a maniac now, partly because of the
pleasure and partly because of the erotic pain. Alice just kept going and
going, eventually enveloping her entire hand in Matilda’s ripe ass cheeks.
Then, she uncoiled her fingers and wiggled.
Matilda orgasmed there and then, squirting all over the bunk and doing the
greatest O-face in the history of mankind. She almost ripped her asshole with
the force of her pleasured convulsions, and Alice withdrew her hand for fear of
this happening. It was dripping with lube, and Matilda’s anus was still visibly
wide.
She collapsed on her face on the bunkbed, breathing heavily as the final waves
of orgasmic rush subsided. How could she have never experienced sex as good as
this? And with a woman! She’d never thought it. God, Alice’s fingers did so
much more than a penis ever could have done.
“You are sucha good navigator,” Alice whispered, lying down next to Matilda and
facing her (having just washed her hands of all the lube). “This mission is
gonna be… perfect.”
Matilda, ass still throbbing and coated in lube, nodded.
“I am a fucking slut for you, Sherlock,” she replied. “Take me any day of the
week. In the dorm, in the mess hall, in a starfighter… I want you so badly.”
“Now now now, Watson, don’t be so thirsty! I just gave it to you. You’re gonna
have to wait a little longer…”
Alice’s fingers gently travelled round Matilda’s naked body, til she found her
smooth pussy, then silently entered her moist vagina. Matilda moaned at this
unexpected pleasure, but gave in as Alice expertly probed. She moved her hips
to maximise the pleasure, until Alice was hitting her g-spot. When she was just
reaching the cusp of climax, Alice withdrew.
“Please, finish me…” Matilda begged.
“Naughty girl, you have to call me mistress. You deserve… punishment.”
“Oh, mistress, I do. Give it to me, I am your bitch.”
Matilda had no idea where this sexual version of herself had come from, but she
did not have time or means to think. Her brain was clouded by pure arousal.
“I think I know the best punishment,” Alice taunted, licking her lips so
Matilda could see her pierced tongue. Oh, the thoughts that crossed her mind at
that sight…
She got up and reached into her bag. Pulling out a vibrator, she smiled as she
saw Matilda’s eyes light up.
“Oh, mistress…”
Alice languidly lubed it up, then switched it on. The quiet buzzing sound was
enough to turn Matilda on even more, and she fought the urge to quickly wank to
finish herself off.
“Lie on your back, bitch,” Alice ordered. Matilda immediately obeyed, even
spreading her legs to give Alice perfect access to her cooch.
“Oh, put it in, please, mistress…” she groaned.
“You thirsty slut, calm down,” Alice replied, advancing on her pussy whilst
caressing her thighs in a soothing manner. “I’ll put it in, but you aren’t
allowed to orgasm. We’re going to dinner, and that vibrator is going to be
working your vag, but you can’t. You just can’t. If you do, the punishment will
be very severe. Only Ican make you cum.”
“Mistress, I promise I won’t,” Matilda replied.
Alice slid the vibrator in. This one had a little curve at the end to reach the
g-spot, which made Matilda’s challenge that little bit harder. She closed her
eyes and bit her lip, succumbing to the beautiful feeling, squeezing her thighs
to move it to the optimal position. Alice secured it in by way of a specially-
made set of ropes, then stood up to admire her nav.
“Now, let’s get ready to go to dinner.”
Matilda got off the bunk and dressed herself with Alice, each motion making the
vibrator hit a different pleasurable spot. She had to pause to physically stop
herself from cumming more than a few times, which made Alice smile.
“Do you want me to zip up your unitard, baby?” Alice asked, since Matilda was
pretty much bent double from the intensity of the vibrator’s power.
Matilda nodded, and Alice went over. The zip started just above the area that’s
normally covered with underwear, but Alice added to Matilda’s ‘punishment’ by
letting her hand go right between her legs and gently stroke upwards, passing
the vibrator andher highly sensitive clit. She grasped the zip and did it up,
sealing the vibrator in once and for all.
After their final garments had been donned, they left the dorm and went to the
mess hall. And by the gods, Matilda had some crazy shit going on down there:
her ass was burning from the intense fisting, but her vagina was singing from
the sex toy jammed in there. It was going to be an interesting mealtime.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter the Eighth
As all of this was going on, a decidedly less sexy meeting was occurring in the
neighbouring room. Jeanne was in there, unpacking her stuff and putting it away
in the dorm, when her fighter entered. She turned to glimpse who it was, and
was pleasantly surprised to find it was a very hot older man. He looked to be
in his mid-thirties, with a chiselled, well-cheekboned face that spoke of a
very mature air, and luscious, voluminous blond-ish hair. However, she caught a
hint of a grimace cross his face when he saw her.
            Who in the name of fuck is THIS?he thought, appalled. Since when
did they let women in?
           The misogynist thought disgusted him, and he vowed never to let such
a sentiment enter his mind ever again.
            “Hey, fighter,” Jeanne said, trying to act like Olivia Newton-John
at the end of Grease where she reveals her sexy new look.
            “Good evening,” he replied, revealing to Jeanne a devastatingly hot
Russian accent.
            “And what can I have the pleasure of calling you?”
            “My task name is Apollo, so I’m guessing yours is Hyacinth,” he
said, absent-mindedly looking like he was picking crap from under his
fingernails, even though he was wearing gloves.
            “You bet it is, Apollo,” she replied, really drawling out the last
word like it was some kind of tasty semen on her tongue.
            “If you’re trying to flirt, I can tell you now that it’s not
working. What are you, sixteen?”
            “Well, yeah…” she muttered, going red.
            “What the fuck?” he whispered to himself. Then he addressed her.
“When did they start letting kids become navs?”
            “They’ve got this scheme, for gifted teenagers to train to become
navigators or fighters. This is my first mission. And… sorry about the
flirting. It was… kind of uncalled for.”
            “Fuck it was,” Seryozha assented. “I’m thirty-five. And I’m not
interested in you.”
            That was his indirect coming-out. Jeanne didn’t get it.
            “Fair. If I were older, maybe!” she joked.
            Seryozha kind of nodded, kind of tried to hide the grimace which
was making a big comeback on his face. He would never go for her. Aside from
the fact that she was a girl—and Seryozha was guy-exclusive—she was also pretty
much half his age. No, scratch that, literally half his age. Less than half his
age. He’d gone out with many younger guys before, but this was pushing it.
Anyway, he was here to do his mission, not fuck people. Even though that seemed
to be their secondary duty, if Cain was to be believed.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter the Ninth
Yura was fretting like fuck as to who his fighter was going to be. Talking with
the other navs on the way to the ship, they seemed like a very mixed bunch.
Some of them were right pigs and would work you to death and then make you do
more, but some of them were lovely and would literally be perfectly compatible.
Needless to say, Yura hoped for the latter.
            Then his fighter entered the dorm. Yura took a look at him, and he
looked just as nervous. He generally had that timid look, with black hair over
one eye, sorta looking at the floor, not making himself look tall and powerful.
But cute. Yura thought he was prettyhot.
            “Hi, I’m Phobos,” Yura said, almost letting his real name slip out.
He didn’t even dare to look into his fighter’s eyes, because he was so weirdly
nervous.
            “Nice to meet you, I’m Deimos,” he replied, his hand doing a weird
little dance at his side as if he was debating whether or not to shake Yura’s
hand. He eventually decided against it, and gave Yura a shy smile. And God, he
had a really nice smile. Yura literally could not help but grin in return.
            “So, is this your first time in space?” Deimos asked. At that
moment, Yura realised just how lovely his voice was. It was quiet— which was
very endearing— but had a really sexy tone that he couldn’t quite place: kind
of husky, kind of raspy, kind of gravelly, not too low, but not pre-pubescent
high. He could listen to it all day.
            (Oh, shit, don’t get a crush on your fighter!thought Yura.)
            “Yeah, it is,” he finally replied, after taking far too long to
digest Deimos’ words. “What about you?”
            He could barely talk. He was tongue-tied. Another symptom of
falling like FUCK.
            “It’s my second time, actually. But I already have a feeling that
this one’s gonna be better.”
            Yura smiled really wide, but it wasn’t like his normal kind of
photo smile, it was more like a no-holds-barred childlike grin that spoke of
his inner euphoria. Literally. Both the top and bottom teeth were visible. A
proper smile. He was so glad that Deimos was on his bunk now and couldn’t see
him looking like some kind of toddler receiving an ice cream.
            “I hope it is,” Yura said. “I’m not too bad a navigator, I don’t
think.”
            Deimos suddenly appeared, upside down, in Yura’s view. He had kind
of draped himself over the edge of his bunk so he could see him, and had almost
caught Yura fanboying over his perfect fighter.
            “Not too bad, eh?” he joked. “Where were you trained?”
            “The St. Petersburg School of Navigation,” Yura replied, with the
same amount of glorious sass.
            “St. Petersburg! That’s the accent! I knew it!” Deimos suddenly
exclaimed.
            (NB. I know that there is no St. Petersburg accent, but this is the
future. There is. In the future. There is a St. Petersburg accent. And Yura has
it. There. Worldbuilding, check. As you were.)
            “What about my accent?” Yura said, smiling even more— and believe
it or not, that was possible.
            (NB. Worldbuilding continuation. The St. Petersburg accent sounds
stupid. It’s like the Russian equivalent of a Geordie accent: sounds fucking
ridiculous, and not even the people from the same bloody country can understand
it. Sorry Yura. Anyway, back to story.)
            “I was trying to place it… I knew you were Russian, but I couldn’t
quite think. Of course, St. Petersburg. I should have known.”
            “Well, what about your accent? You sound kinda Russian as well…”
            Deimos took a deep breath, closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m
Crimean,” he said.
            “Oh, suka blyad*, I’m sorry!” Yura exclaimed, aware he had just
deeply offended him. You see, after the beginning of the whole Crimean bullshit
in 2013, the area had gone from Ukrainian to Russian to Ukrainian to Russian
and so on, until eventually they became their own independent country. And
veryproud of that. Calling a Crimean a Russian was, at that time, almost like
calling a gay person a fag.
            *naughty Russian swear words!
            Suddenly, a tone rang out on the intercom, and dinner was
announced.
            “I guess we should go, then,” Deimos said, jumping down from his
bunk.
            “Yep,” Yura replied.
            Deimos jokingly held out his arm as if he were taking him on a
date, and Yura almost died. If that wasn’t flirting, he didn’t know what was.
Except, thought the sensible part of his mind, it probably wasn’t, because he
was just being a moron and Deimos totallydidn’t have a thing for him. Totally.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter the Tenth
So, Sasha Brankovič had finally made it onto the ship without chickening out.
He’d even used a space-loo, and they weren’t even that bad. He was feeling
rather accomplished. The only thing that could make this better is if his
fighter turned out to be amazing.
            The gods of fate must have been feeling pretty nice, because Sasha
B got his wish.
            His fighter entered the dorm, already exuding a badass and carefree
attitude. He had the sexiest smile in existence, hands down, and paired with
literally the most enticing and most gorgeous brown eyes ever meant that he
could have a mullet and he’d still be hot. But, obviously, Sasha B kept
drinking him in. This sight was too good to just glance at.
            So, let us describe the wonder that was Sasha B’s new fighter.
Firstly, he had the loveliest skin tone. It was tan, but super rich and just
so… flavourful. Not that he was a cut of meat, but there was some tonethere.
Some multi-dimensional colour. Like a light caramel. Dripping down. Melting.
Slowly. Yum.
            ANYWAY, so secondly he had a seriously strong nose game. It was a
defining feature, but it wasn’t like massive. It was the perfect size, kind of
like that classic Roman nose but not so pronounced. There was that bump on the
bridge that made him look dignified as hell. And then, the lips. They were
juicy. Sasha B wanted to kiss them there and then, in the least weird way
possible. They were a perfect shape, naturally in a super subtle model-esque
pout so he always looked RUNWAY READY and SO FIERCE (smize boy, smize), which
accentuated his cheekbones. They were subtle too, only really appearing in the
correct light. It gave him another layer of badassery.
            His hair also added to this look. It was deeply side-parted,
beautifully voluminous, and flopping over his face in a messy sort of fringe-
but-not-meant-to-be-a-fringe fringe. And one side was shaved. Yep, there was
the badass touch. What a rogue. It looked also like it was dyed dark red, but
his natural colour was so dark to begin with that it only added a really
discreet red shine that came out in the light. He flicked his hair out of the
way, and Sasha B momentarily caught a glimpse of a random bleached bit. There
was probably a totally crazy story behind that, and he was dying to know. It
was likely to be wild and maverick. O, that boy…
            Finally, Sasha B’s eyes rested on the money shot. He had a nose
ring.A God damn nose ring. That was Sasha’s weakness. Especially on a nose as
strong as his fighter’s… Shit, it looked good. Sasha B was melting on the spot.
            His eyes dared to travel downwards, and he caught a glimpse of what
was probably a killer bod, and a very inviting bulge. Not a boner, just a nice
reassuring mass that showed that this dude was well-endowed. Not that Sasha B
wanted a taste or anything.
            “Done looking?” his fighter asked, flashing a lethal smile.
            Sasha B was so mortified that his fighter had realised he was
checking him out. He blushed like fuck, then covered his face with his hands.
            “I’m sorry…” he managed to say.
            “It’s fine, but I think it means that I get to have a look at you,
nav,” he replied, his smooth and sexy voice further confirming that he was the
coolest guy in existence.
            Sasha B was even more embarrassed, but removed his hands from his
face to enable him to be checked out. Seriously, the sexual tension was
tangible.
            Now, to the fighter, this nav was a specimen with a capital S. He
kind of considered himself too badass to be swayed by cute boys, but he
couldn’t help it. Especially this one. He had sorta wavy blond hair, in the
most inviting and hair-ruffly style ever, totally striking light blue eyes, the
sort of nose that one wanted to boop every day, and an adorable smile with
dimples. Who could even say no to that? Sasha Krayevsky liked what he saw. A
lot. He even felt an attack of the butterflies, but he was too cool to admit
that.
            “So, I’ve been told you’re Euryalus,” he said.
            Sasha B fumbled for his dogtag, since he actually didn’t remember
what his task name was. But yes, it was Euryalus.
            “Um, yeah,” he replied. “Euryalus. It’s good to meet you.”
            Sasha K shook his hand (and both of them had great handshakes, by
the way), and introduced himself as Nisus.
            “They’re really into the Classical gay couples, whoever makes up
the names,” Sasha K noted. “The other fighters were saying how they’ve got task
names of, like, Hadrian, and Apollo. They tryna set us up or something?”
            Sasha B’s eyes went as wide as the moon.
            “I wouldn’t think so… At least, I hope not… I wouldn’t wanna… You
know… Oh, nothing.”
            His fighter laughed.
            “You’re sogreat in social situations, aren’t you?”
            “Fuck you!” Sasha B replied, rolling with the confidence that had
been inexplicably instilled in him. “It’s not every day that you have to share
a room with a stranger in space!”
            “Get used to it, it’s what we do!”
            “Whatever,” Sasha B said, smirking, with a dismissive wave of the
hand. “When I save your ass on this mission, you won’t be thinking I’m some
pansy-ass bitch.”
            The banter was literally all that he could have hoped for, and he
was so thankful that he was actually getting along with his fighter. Because we
all know what that leads to… 
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter the Eleventh
Next, we move to the room of another Sasha. He was very much looking forward to
meeting his fighter, who seemed to be a little late. Dinner was so soon, and he
hadn’t even arrived!
Such tardiness would not be accepted in the army,Sasha, whose former occupation
was a soldier, mused. This fighter is probably on his first mission, like me,
and probably never even put on a uniform before this. Except, maybe, a KFC
uniform.
           His fighter entered, and Sasha realised just how wrong his previous
ponderings had been. He was mature, imposing, with a military-grade posture and
a deeply penetrating stare, reminding Sasha of the highest-ranking officers in
his old regiment. He almost felt compelled to stand to attention and salute
this man.
            “Good evening, navigator,” he said, even sounding military as well.
            “Good evening,” Sasha replied with the same amount of formality.
Normally he was really chilled and laid-back, since leaving the army, but now
he felt compelled to return to that sort of air. “What task name have you been
assigned?”
            “Fish,” his fighter said, a disgusted look crossing his face.
            “Mine is Chips. I suppose they are meant to be complementary. But I
agree, ridiculous.”
            “So, navigator—”
            “Yes, sir?”
            His fighter cracked, and burst out laughing.
            “This isn’t the army*! Loosen up! I was just messing!”
            *but it was the military, so Alyosha is a bit of a derp
            Sasha the Soldier let out an awkward laugh, somewhat embarrassed at
his conduct.
            “I don’t suppose you know the next protocol for the meeting of
fighters and navs, do you?” Alyosha asked.
            “No…” Sasha replied.
            “Well, I hope you enjoy it. And if you don’t, I’m sorry, but it
isprotocol. Lie on the bunk, face-down, please.”
            Sasha almost had a heart attack. His mouth dropped open all the way
to the floor, and he let out a gasp that seemed to suck out all of the air from
the room. He knew exactly what his fighter was insinuating, what he was about
to do. To what crackpot paramilitary organisation had he signed up?!
            “You want to have sex with me?!” Sasha screeched, somewhat excited
and somewhat shocked by the idea.
            “It’s how the teams are meant to bond, nav. I’m sorry, but we’ve
got to do it.”
            “Alright…” Sasha mumbled, lying himself on the bunk with his ass
up.
            Alyosha got right to work. He unzipped his unitard so he could
remove the top to reveal his dick, and pulled down Sasha’s trousers to reveal
his inviting asshole. It was so tight, like he’d never been fucked before. The
sight of it actually really aroused him.
            Meanwhile, Sasha was awaiting penetration. He was very sexually
inexperienced, and had certainly never been the bottom in anal before. Back in
his army days, of course there was frickle frackle between the men, but he was
always on top. Always. Okay, he’d only done it like one time. He had no idea
what to expect. Surely it would hurt so much!
            Alyosha got out his large pot of standard-issue lube (seriously,
they gave a pot to every fighter when they went on duty, for this very
purpose), then delved his hand in. He slathered the gloopy substance all over
his erect penis, which he then slid into Sasha’s anus.
            “Holy fuck!” Sasha inelegantly exclaimed.
            Alyosha moved out a little, then thrust back in. Sasha screwed his
eyes shut, not sure if he were enjoying this or not. On the one hand, he was
having sex. On the other, he was having sex with a complete stranger. A male
stranger. He wasn’t even sure if he swung that way, despite all his homosexual
adventures.
            He reckoned he was enjoying it quite well, because his dick was
rather hard. As Alyosha was pounding himself in and out of his ass, it just got
harder and harder. Sasha submitted to the pleasure, focusing on the smooth and
intense feeling of Alyosha’s stiff rod penetrating him deeply.
            Soon, Alyosha came inside of him, and Sasha gasped as the warm
fluid flowed in. He also came, covering the bed sheets with his juice.
            Then, swiftly, Alyosha withdrew, zipped up his unitard and got off
the bunk. Sasha quickly pulled his trousers up, after wiping his ass with a
tissue as it was dripping with lube and cum. He didn’t even want to look
Alyosha in the eye, for fear that he would detect how much Sasha actually liked
their sex.
            “You were probably the best one I’ve ever had,” Alyosha noted,
smiling very seductively.
            Sasha hated to admit it, but he got butterflies at that. He tried
to regain composure, and replied in an appropriate manner.
            “And you’ve had a lot?”
            “Five years in this business, well over a dozen missions. I’ve had
a fair few navigators in my time. You were undoubtedly the best.”
            “I… I don’t know what to say to that!” Sasha said, rather
flustered.
            “You don’t need to say anything, because there’s the dinner bell.”
He cocked his head in the direction of where the noise was coming from. “I hope
you can walk.”
            With a wink, Alyosha led his newly consummated fighter to the mess
hall.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter the Twelfth
The new fighters and navigators all arrived to dinner at wildly different
times. Sonja and Jacobus came first, closely followed by Jeanne and Seryozha,
then most of the rest, then Alice and Matilda. To seasoned veterans like
Alyosha, it was obvious what had taken them so long, so he could tell who were
the most… compatible pairs.
            Since they were still noobs, and somewhat reluctant to talk to one
another, the fighters and navs sat at different tables. Some of the bolder
among them did want to mingle, but they didn’t want to be the one invader on a
table of all their opposites.
            Cain was strutting around and being annoying again.
            “So, who’s fucked their nav, eh?” he asked, striding over to where
Seryozha was sitting and slapping his hands on his shoulders. He pointedly
looked and him, and Seryozha rolled his eyes.
            “You don’t need to have all this preamble, Cain, I know you are
just dying to tell us how well you did it,” he replied, sighing heavily at the
end for extra IDGAF-ness.
            “Au contraire, Apollo! I am dying to know how well youdid it!”
            “I didn’t fuck my navigator, Cain. You were just going out on a
limb in the hopes that you weren’t the only one, but I’m afraid to say that you
probably were.”
            Alice Brown then stood up.
            “Get the fuck out, whore!” she exclaimed, smiling like a devilish
villain. “I fucked my nav so good!”
            “There we go!” Cain said. “I like this chick. She knows how things
work.”
            “I know how things work alright,” Alice declared. “I made her
scream so much I’m surprised you all didn’t hear it.”
            “Sure you did!” challenged Cain, hoping to turn this into a
boasting competition. “I fucked my nav so hard he’ll be walking funny for
weeks! I almost tore his ass in two!”
            “Yeah, but I’m not even donefucking my nav. I’m fucking her right
now.”
            “And how’s that?”
            “Let’s just say I’ve got something else up there doing the work for
me…”
            Everyone immediately cottoned on, and went ‘OHHHHHH!’ like she had
just dished out a major burn.
            “Impressive,” Cain conceded. “What’s your name, then?”
            “Sherlock.”
            “Well, Sherlock, I think we’re gonna be real rivals in this
mission. We’ll see who can dominate our navs the best, since all these other
pussies aren’t hard enough.”
            “You must be pretty new here, Cain,” Alyosha interrupted. “you
know, thinking that fucking your nav is something to be proud of, something out
of the ordinary. I fuck mine every time I get a new one. It’s called protocol,
honey; read the manual.”
            All the fighters turned to look at this new player in the boasting
game. God, he was winning already.
            “How many navs have you fucked, then?” Cain retorted.
            Alyosha pretended to be thinking deeply.
            “I lost count around twelve,” he replied, dismissing it with a
nonchalant wave of the hand. “It’s no big deal, Cain.” He said the last word
like it was a turd in his mouth.
            “Fuck you,” Cain spat, realising that the fight was lost.
            “Yeah, Cain, get your head out of your ass!” the other fighters
taunted.
            “Shut up, you guys haven’t even fucked your navs,” he shot back.
            At that moment, most of the fighters resolved to do just that.
Jaden and Bautista began to think of exactly what dirty things they were going
to do, while Matthias deliberated whether he was actually going to or not. Some
of the others thought that since it was protocol, they hadto do it (and it
wasn’t even protocol— that lying bastard Alyosha— it was more of a tradition
amongst the fighters), and they weren’t too thrilled. Deimos, for one, did not
really want to be so forward with his navigator, who seemed like such a sweet
and innocent boy. Sasha K thought exactly the same, but within him was also a
hint of oh yeah, I get to fuck my nav!Johan resolved that he was absolutely not
going to have sex with his navigator, unless one day he had feelings for him.
Seryozha was holding down chunder at the thought of fucking that girl. Oh,
Lord, did he really have to?
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter the Thirteenth
“What do you think of your fighters, guys?” Abel asked, his ass a little sore
from Cain’s pounding before dinner. In reply, many people looked away from him,
either sighing pensively or groaning in disgust.
            “Don’t even go there,” Sonja said. “He is somediocre. And I don’t
want no mediocre.”
            “Don’t worry,” Gayle assured her. “You’ll probably grow to like
each other. I’m sure it was just the awkwardness of the first meeting making
him seem worse than he really is. Who is your fighter, anyway?”
            “That one,” Sonja replied, pointing Jacobus out at the fighter
table.
            Gayle inhaled sharply when she saw him. She had no ideahow she
could be disappointed by that guy. He was a beauty.
            “What about you?” Abel asked Yura. “I hear you’ve got Deimos.”
            Yura tried not to blush, but it didn’t work. He covered his face
with his hand, also in the hopes of concealing his grin and sigh.
            “Aww, it’s love at first sight!” Laurentina teased, poking Yura’s
arm repeatedly. “You little hopeless romantic!”
            (You see, Laurentina was very thrilled by the idea of fighter/
navigator love, especially when it involved two guys. She was a bit of a yaoi
fan.)
            “No, I don’t like him like that!” Yura exclaimed, getting further
and further down into the well of embarrassment. Laurentina gave him a superior
kind of ‘I-know-exactly-what-you’re-feeling’ smirk.
            “Sure…” she said.
            “Look at, uh, Euryalus!” he replied. “He is fucking staringat his
fighter right now! That’s love at first sight!”
            Lo and behold, he was. Laurentina caught a glimpse of Sasha B,
elbows on the table, hand on chin, looking intently at the fighters. He had a
faraway, vaguely smiling expression, as if he were somewhat inebriated by the
heady wine of passion. (What a beautiful sentence that was. Too bad I didn’t
make it up.)
            When he noticed that Laurentina and Yura had mentioned him, he
snapped out of it and got back into reality.
            “I wasn’t looking at my fighter,” he said, the lie incredibly
unconvincing.
            Then Matilda interrupted the proceedings.
            “Guys… Did any of you… you know… have sex with your fighters?” Her
voice was very quiet, partly because she was embarrassed and partly because she
was straining not to let a flood of fluid cascade from her almost-climaxing
vagina.
            Abel and Sasha the Soldier blushed like an actual bit of
haemoglobin.
            “Is that a thing?” Olivera asked, a little too enthusiastically.
            “I bloody hope so,” Laurentina replied. “My fighter is a sexy piece
of meat. I want his piece of meat if ya know what I mean.”
            She clapped and rubbed her hands together, thinking of all the
delicious possibilities. Hopefully Misfit would get in the mood and fuck her
silly later tonight. Almost like the dessert after this dinner.
            Some of the other navs, too, were excited. Olivera was hoping that
her fighter would bang her to oblivion, while Gayle hoped that hers would do it
like a real gentleman. Jeanne could not wait to break the news to Seryozha, who
would then have to have sex with her (her plan all along). Sasha B and Yura
both got immediately nervous at the thought, slightly shocked and a lot
excited. Carlo couldn’t wait to get his fighter inside of him. Sonja, unlike
everyone else, was horrified. She did not want that man anywhere near her.
            Soon, everyone finished eating, and they all went back to their
dorms for an eventful evening.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter the Fourteenth
Jaden and Laurentina knew exactly what they were going to do as soon as they
closed the door.
            “I suppose you heard of the protocol, then?” Jaden asked sexually.
            “You bet I did,” Laurentina replied, giving her eyelashes a
seductive flutter.
            “And we wouldn’t want to go against protocol, would we?”
            “Oh, definitely not…”
            Jaden grabbed her ass and pulled her in, fondling her as he kissed
her neck. He undressed her all the way down to her underwear, then removed all
his clothes. Surveying Laurentina’s bod, he liked what he saw.
            Jaden lay on the bed, resting himself against the wall. Laurentina
advanced on him, teasing him by pulling at her underwear as if she were going
to take it off. Jaden got incredibly hard at this excellent foreplay, which in
turn got Laurentina very aroused. She unhooked and cast off her bra, revealing
to Jaden some very perky nipples.
            She got down to his level, on her hands and knees, almost
straddling him. Jaden got a squeeze of her tits, which he enjoyed immensely.
Laurentina stepped back for a moment, removed her delicate lace panties, threw
them away, then got on his dick.
            They both moaned at the first contact, then Laurentina moved
herself into the best position to bounce up and down. She didn’t bother
starting slow— no, she started vigorously pumping like she was doing triple-
speed squats, getting Jaden’s stiff dick right in her g-spot. She grunted with
the effort, making Jaden so hot he let out a feral moan.
            As she rode his dick, Jaden felt all the way up and down her smooth
body. He grasped her thighs, caressed her shapely hips, pulled her by her
shoulders so she was closer to him. Laurentina was in the throes of ecstasy,
and could not help her wild cries.
            “Oh my God! We forgot a condom!” Jaden screamed. “I’m about to cum!
QUICK!”
            Laurentina leapt off just in time. As soon as she was out of the
way, a squirting stream of semen gushed from his penis, looking rather like a
fountain. This was very arousing, but she did not orgasm because of the
abruptness of their finishing.
            “I’m sorry, Scarlett,” Jaden said, looking like he was about to
burst into tears. “I failed, FAILED! You didn’t even orgasm!”
            “It’s okay, baby,” she replied, lying down next to him and wiping
the cum away. “Next time.”
            “I look very much forward to that time,” he smiled.
                                       ~
Meanwhile, the indomitable Matthias Babcock was also making love to his
navigator. Since he was well-versed in the ways of anal sex, he decided to
impart this knowledge onto Gayle by turning her over and filling her up with
his cock. He truly was brilliant at this sexual practice, and had Gayle moaning
as soon as he went in. He thrust so hard that her ass burned, and she swore
that if he went any faster her cheeks would rip in two. Not that she would even
mind, the amount of pleasure she was feeling right now.
            At this time also, Bautista was seducing Olivera. He was more into
guys, he had to admit, but he felt something for Olivera that he just couldn’t
ignore. Using sweet and sexy words, he got her moist, then lay her back on the
bunk and undressed her bottom half. He was slightly freaked out at the sight of
her vagina, since he hadn’t really been near one in a long time, but he
swallowed his fear and popped on a condom.
            As Bautista was entering, Matthias was withdrawing. He had just
ejaculated deep inside Gayle’s anus, and Gayle had just had a monumental
orgasm. They were both exhausted after frolicking so fiercely, and Gayle could
barely walk. She pretty much limped to the bathroom to clean the cum out of her
ass, barely able to touch the hole because it was so sore. Matthias truly was
an anal master.
            In the other dorm, Olivera and Roberto were right in the middle of
masterful sex. His dick was so long it reached her g-spot with no problem, and
she was so wet he slid in and out like a well-oiled machine. His dancer hips
really came in handy, what with all that thrusting and whatnot.
            “Oh, Endymion, oh…” she moaned, grabbing his shoulders and sinking
her nails into his flesh to draw him closer to her. “You’re so good…”
            Bautista felt like he needed to add some romance into this, so he
threw his arms round her neck and started to make out with her. He got his
thrusts and his kisses in sync, making the love-making very sensual and
intimate. It was almost like they were long-time lovers. Oh, how Olivera wished
that were true…
                                       ~
Matilda could almost not go on. It had been an immense struggle to get through
dinner with that vibrator pounding her g-spot, let alone act normal. She had
been oddly quiet, since she knew that if she even opened her mouth all that
would come out would be moans. It was too much, and she was so afraid that she
would just explode in a fountain of fluid.
            Thankfully, Alice took her back to the dorm in good time. She saw
the strained look on Matilda’s face and smiled, knowing that she was just ready
to cum. She made Matilda lie on her back, her legs up, to get a good view of
the vibrator. She was actually shaking with the effort of not having a wild
orgasm.
            “Now, baby, are you ready to cum? Have you learned your lesson?”
            “I have, mistress, I really have…” Matilda replied, her voice quiet
and moaning.
            Alice bent down and untied the ropes that were securing the
vibrator in. Once the pressure on the toy was lessened, it moved slightly,
pleasuring a different spot and making Matilda almost implode.
            “Please…” she groaned. “Please, mistress…”
            Alice deftly slid out the vibrator, which was covered in juice. The
feeling of it leaving her body made Matilda suddenly lose control, and she
squirted all over Alice and all over the bunk. Alice chuckled, watching the
fountain cascade out of Matilda’s vagina.
            “Good girl,” she said. “You definitely did well today.”
            “Thank you, mistress,” Matilda replied, through waves of intense
orgasmic pleasure.
            Once she had finished, Alice lay down next to her, and went at it
all the way through the night with fuck after fuck after fuck.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter the Fifteenth
Back in Chon’s dorm, they were having a serious discussion.
            “You know I am meant to fuck you, right?” Johan said.
            “Oh, goodness, you are, aren’t you?!” Carlo replied. “Just a
second, then…”
            He got up and took off his outermost layers.
            “I don’t have to if you don’t want to, navvie!” Johan exclaimed.
“Really, it’s not mandatory!”
            “Are you sure? It’s fine if you want to, truly it is…”
            Carlo thought he sounded a little too eager.
            “Honestly, if you don’t want to, then we won’t, Antinous! You don’t
need to please me!”
            “But if you want to have sex with me, then—”
            “No no, don’t worry! I don’t want to have sex with you!”
            “Really? Sure? I honestly will do whatever you want, I don’t mind…”
            At this moment, Carlo began to undress. He managed to get half-
naked, so Johan caught a glimpse of his hot bod. Seriously, he was BUILT. It
almost swayed him, but his moral compass prevailed and he kept his dong in his
pants.
            “Antinous, it’s really okay!” he assured him, trying not to stare
too hard at his rock-hard abs. “You don’t need to!”
            Carlo decided to give it up. Sadly, Johan was not going to fuck him
today. He sheepishly put all his clothes back on, not daring to look his
fighter in the eye, and rushed into the shower without a word.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter the Sixteenth
“I suppose you heard of the…” Deimos began.
    “Yeah…” Yura replied.
    There was silence for many moments. Both of them were turning over the fact
in their mind that they would have to have sex. They were not so thrilled. Yura
was absolutely petrified of doing something wrong somehow, while Deimos was
terrified to corrupt this seemingly pure kid’s innocence (and asshole). Yes, he
had done a mission before, but he had no idea that one hadto have sexual
relations with their nav. He’d thought it was just Cain being horny. But
apparently it was protocol, and Deimos resented that very much.
    “Okay, so you gotta get on your hands and knees… like, on the bed, right
here. No, no, wait— get naked first,” Deimos stammered, his palms getting
clammy already.
    “Shouldn’t I, like, be hard?”
    “Be what?” Deimos asked, since Yura’s stupid-ass accent made the word
almost incomprehensible.
    “Hard, like… hard.An erection. You know.”
    “Oh! Perhaps, yes. Maybe, could you do that?”
    “Yeah, but… I think you should do it too,” Yura suggested. “Cos, you know,
you’ll be the one… entering.”
    “Okay, let’s… um, let’s get hard.”
    They turned their backs to each other, faces burning red, and wanked just
enough to get a nice stiff boner. Both of them were not even that turned-on,
since the whole experience was just turning out to be ridiculous.
    “I’m ready,” Deimos said, taking off his clothes to reveal his mediocre
erection.
    “Just one second…”
    Yura bombarded his mind with thoughts of one of his incredibly passionate
and sexual previous relationships, which was with a very agile and virile ex-
navigator from the fleet, and his dick got as hard as the stones of Stonehenge.
He then turned back around and got naked.
    Deimos tried not to audibly inhale at the sight of his navigator’s perfect
figure, and his dick began to throb impatiently. His genitals were certainly in
it, but his head was not. He just could not get into the right mindset. He was
far too embarrassed and/or scared.
    “Now you get on the bed,” he said.
    Yura did so, making sure his ass cheeks were spread wide. He hoped that
Deimos didn’t notice his gaping hole, from all those years of rough (and
partially underage) anal fucking.
    (Don’t judge about the underage anal fucking. Yura slightly knew what he
was doing.)
    But, alas, he did.
    Holy fucking Lenin! You could fit a cannonball up there!he thought, his
mouth open wide. (Not as wide as Yura’s asshole, of course.)
    “Jesus…” he accidentally said out loud.
    Yura went as red as if the Red Sea were as red as its name, then went “Oh,
God…”
    “Sorry, I’ll shut up,” Deimos muttered, lubing up his dick. He looked
pitifully at it, reckoning that you could fit about three of them in Yura’s
hole before it was even half full.
    “In I go…” he said, after saying that he would shut up.
    He popped his dick in, which thankfully took up more space than he’d
previously thought. Yura inhaled sharply, sounding like he was enjoying it but
trying not to show it on the outside. Deimos made a similar noise.
    Very, veryawkwardly, he began to thrust. He got right in there, since his
dick was quite long and Yura’s anus was a large labyrinth, meaning that they
both got lots of pleasure. They hated this fact, because they just felt so bad
for enjoying having sex with each other. They just felt so weird about it.
Gods, they’d only known each other for a few hours, and now Deimos was inches
deep inside him!
    His nerves got so in the way that he began to go soft again. He withdrew
and tried to get into the right mindset, cursing everything for his terrible
misfortune. He jerked off a little bit, getting the blood flowing again, then
stuck his cock back in.
    Yura was also not doing great in the erection department. Of course, he was
feeling pleasured by this sex, but it did not reach all the way up to his head
and cloud his mind with delicious passionate thoughts. It was like being in an
odd sort of limbo, and Yura loathed the experience.
    Both of them tried to imagine that the other was one of their previous
partners that they’d had a good time with, in order to get a bit more aroused.
When that didn’t work, on account of bad memories of exes being recalled, they
both imagined one of their celebrity crushes. Deimos imagined he was fucking
the ripe ass of his favourite porn star, while Yura imagined that the
scrumptious penis of a very famous historical beauty, the divine Vasiliy
Makarov, was penetrating him.
    This method actually worked, and they felt themselves reaching a level of
arousal somewhere near an orgasm. Sadly, their minds were not strong enough to
take them all the way to the end, because just as they were about to climax,
they remembered who was the one having sex with them. Instead of a mind-blowing
orgasm, they just came in a small, pathetic dribble.
    “Oh my God, that was such a failure…” Deimos said to himself, cleaning up
and then hiding his mortified face.
    Yura uttered a rather colourful phrase common in St. Petersburg, and tried
to forget about the disastrous experience.
    “Christ, I am so sorry about that,” Deimos said.
    “It’s… it’s alright,” Yura replied, in no mood to talk.
    “I won’t do it again… Or, if I do, next time it will be better… I don’t
know…”
    “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just move on.”
    “That sounds like a good idea.”
     They did not speak to each other for the rest of the evening, and got on
with their work in the dorm in silence.
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter the Seventeenth
Seryozha walked into the dorm to find Jeanne sprawling across her bunk, giving
him bedroom eyes. He jumped back, afraid of what was to happen next.
            “Good evening, Apollo,” she said.
            “Hello, navigator,” he replied, trying to go about his evening
business as normal.
            “Do you know what time it is?” she asked him in a very sexual way.
            Now, Seryozha wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly what she was talking
about. He wasn’t, however, going to be annoying and tell her the time or
anything. He simply rolled his eyes.
            “I know I’m meantto fuck you, but listen, mate, it’s not happening.
You are a child. You are underage.”
            “I’m sixteen! That is totally of the age!”
            “Only with someone under eighteen. Which I am not. So, it’s
illegal. It’s statutory rape, or whatever it’s called. I will not have sex with
you.”
            “But pleeeeeeeeease…”Jeanne begged. “Don’t be so uptight! They
wouldn’t make it protocol if they were worried about underage teens getting
fucked…”
            “That is disgusting.I am not going to fuck you. Get off me!”
            Jeanne was now trying to unzip his unitard. He tried to slap her
away, but she just started to remove his other garments.
            “Piss off, Hyacinth!” he exclaimed, pushing her away.
            “You know you want this…” she purred, taking off the covering on
her top half to reveal her teenage breasts. Seryozha immediately averted his
eyes, feeling like a right pedophile.
            “PUT THEM AWAY!” he shrieked. “JESUS!”
            Jeanne did not listen to him, and did the exact opposite: stripped
down even more. She took off everything and pounced on him, whispering sexual
words like she was a prostitute trying to nab a client. And Seryozha had had
enough experience with prostitutes to be able to resist their advances.
            “Get the fuckoff me!”
            Jeanne was now rushing to undress him, and he punched her in the
face to get her out of the way. She screamed, then fell backwards.
            “Fine then,” she snapped. “If you won’t fuck me this way…”
            Her hand travelled down to her pussy, then she started vigorously
rubbing her clit. She started moaning at her own delicious touch, making
Seryozha incredibly uncomfortable.
            “Could you do that somewhere else?” he asked through gritted teeth,
trying not to gag.
            Jeanne only replied with an erotic squeal as her fingers entered
her vagina. She pounded her wet pussy, thrusting in and out, wiggling,
jiggling, everything. In the midst of the intense masturbation, her ponytail
came undone, making her hair cascade wantonly down her face and shoulders. Her
eyes were half-shut, her mouth was open and it was evident that she was very
much pleasured. Seryozha tried to turn away, but wherever his eyes went, she
had moved there.
            Then, she reached the height of pleasure, and began to have an
orgasm. Her O-face was burned into Seryozha’s mind forever, and her screams
would haunt his ears for the rest of his days.
            “APOLLO, FUCK ME!” she hollered, as juice began to flow out of her
vag. “OH, OH MY GOD! APOLLO! OHHHHHH!”
            She grabbed him and dug her nails into his flesh as she was wracked
by waves of beautiful orgasm. He attempted to escape, but she was incredibly
strong. Whenever he moved, her grip just got tighter.
            “Please… Please stop…” he begged, now desperate and close to
breaking down.
            Jeanne’s orgasm finally finished, and she remained there, breathing
heavily. After a short breather, she went at it again.
            “STOP!” Seryozha cried.
            “No… fucking… way…” she replied.
            “Oh my God. Fine. I’ll just lie here and you can suck my dick.
Jesus. You win.”
            Jeanne immediately removed her hand from her clitoris and smiled as
wide as the Atlantic Ocean.
            “For real?”
            “Yes… Oh my fucking God…”
            He was literally so done.
            Jeanne got him to lie on his back on the bottom bunk. He picked up
his tablet and started to do some work, while Jeanne pulled down his unitard.
His flaccid (but monstrous) penis was exposed, and Jeanne cracked her knuckles
and got to work.
            She jerked him off a little, to get him to go hard, and once this
was done, she put his dick right in her mouth. Seryozha grimaced as her moist,
female lips clamped around his shaft, and tried with all his might to focus on
his work.
            Jeanne was having a great time. She’d never seen a dick bigger than
this glorious man’s, and she was enjoying deep-throating it. The entire length
was in her mouth now, and she swore the head was somewhere around her large
intestinal area. A few moans escaped her body, since she was seriously enjoying
this, while Seryozha kept gagging.
            Why the fuck am I doing this?he thought, dismayed that his
homosexual penis was erect at the touch of a disgusting teenage girl.
            He continued to work on his tablet. Suddenly, it turned off, making
him lose all his work. All of it. When it turned back on, there was nothing
there.
            “JESUS FUCKING LORD!” he bellowed, almost chucking his tablet on
the floor. The anger he felt at this made his dick suddenly go limp, and Jeanne
got a nasty surprise.
            “Apollo! What the hell? Don’t you like BJs?”
            He did not reply, because he was furiously beginning to redo
everything he had lost (which was literally everything).
            “Hmm… time for a handjob, then,” Jeanne muttered.
            She started to give him a wonderful handjob. She was honestly a
natural at this, and very soon he came. The cum squirted out everywhere,
including a large amount on his tablet. It got inside of it, causing it to
break completely.
            “FUCK!!!” he yelled, throwing his tablet across the room. “THIS
CANNOT GET ANY WORSE!!!”
            He wiped a blob of cum off his nose, then made Jeanne clean up the
rest. This was probably the worst night of his life.
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter the Eighteenth
The next day, the real stuff began. The ship was well on its way into enemy
space, and in the morning Commander Milankovic, the head of this mission,
brought them into the briefing room to tell them what was going to happen.
    For some reason, Commander Milankovic had decided to only invite the
fighters to this briefing. It was probably due to his deep-seated hatred of
navigators, after one had buttfucked him when he was drunk back in the day, but
he had always sworn he was over that.
    “Good morning, fighters!” he said, getting them all to sit down. “I trust
you all know why we are here?”
    There was silence (for once).
    “I’ll take that as a yes. Now, gentlemen—”
    “And ladies, you pig!” Alice interrupted.
    “Sorry, my little friend. Ladies and gentlemen. I must warn you now that
this is a very dangerous mission, and we need only the steeliest dispositions
to make it a success. What we must do is penetrate deep—”
    All the immature fighters started chuckling.
    “You childish babies!” Commander Milankovic cried. “ANYWAY,so we must
penetrate deep into enemy space and destroy their main stronghold, a fortress
known only to us as The Swamp. We need the four best fighter and navigator
combinations to infiltrate and kill their leaders, thereby bringing the whole
system down. We will be watching you from now on, very closely, to see who is
the best. Impress us. Dismissed.”
    So, off everyone went.
    “Abel and I are going to be the best, obviously!” Cain exclaimed. “We work
together sowell!”
    “Just cos you fuck him doesn’t mean you’re the best!” Jacobus, who had not
spoken much at all, piped up.
    “Shut the hell up, you pansy bitch! You and your ugly-ass nav aren’t going
to even come close to us!”
    Jacobus couldn’t reply to that, since he kind of agreed. They were not
compatible at all, and it was soawkward. Last night, in the dorm, they didn’t
even speak. They both just looked at each other, shook their heads, then busied
themselves with their own separate things. God, it was horrible. He wished that
he could change his nav to someone better. Someone… hotter.
    Later that day, the fighters and navs had a second briefing. The navigators
were briefed by Lead Navigator Keeler, while the fighters had Lead Fighter
Encke.
    Yura liked Keeler as soon as he saw him. He cursed himself for being so
thirsty, but he just could not resist. Keeler was so friendly, charming and
very good-looking. He had that androgynous vibe, which Yura was actually
obsessed with. Keeler’s hair was just… ugh, perfect. So shiny and voluminous
and enviably long. That must have taken a lot of work and a lot of conditioner.
    For the whole briefing, Yura was melting at the sound of Keeler’s melodious
and soft voice. At the end, Keeler asked if anyone had any questions— and Yura
did— so he asked it and became even more jealous at Keeler’s voice at the sound
of his own harsh and grating accent. Why was Keeler such a perfect being?
    “Phobos, what the fuck are you doing?” Keeler asked, noticing that Yura was
slumped over the table, looking to be having a daytime wet dream. Except
instead of staring off into the distance, he was staring at Keeler’s dick.
    “Whaaa, woah, what?” Yura spluttered, getting back into reality.
    “If you’re going to be as distracted as that for the whole mission, I will
kick you off this ship with no hesitation. Alright?”
    OMG KEELER ANGRY OH MY HEART!!!!!!!Yura thought.
    “Yes, sir,” he said, hoping he sounded far more normal than inside his
mind.
    “I’ve got my eye on you, Phobos. You seem a little… unorthodox.”
    “Excuse me?!”
    As radiant and amazing the Lead Navigator was, he was acting kind of
douchebaggy.
    “I don’t know what it is, Phobos, but you seem a little… a little strange,
that’s all.”
    “What the fuck are you talking about?” Yura cried.
    “I dunno… I’m just not so sure about you.”
    “You fucking bitch! What the actual fuckare you saying right now?”
    Keeler burst out laughing (which Yura found sexy even though he was really
pissed off).
    “You should be a fighter!” he exclaimed. “With an attitude like that!”
    Yura had literally never been so annoyed.
    “You’d better watch your back, you bastard,” he spat. “I am going to
killyou for screwing around with me like that.”
    Keeler handed him a piece of paper, the title of which read “REQUEST TO
SWITCH POSITIONS FROM FIGHTER TO NAVIGATOR, OR VICE VERSA”. Yura read it,
screwed it up and chucked it on the floor.
    “I don’t even know what the fuck just happened, but you are such a weirdo,”
he declared as he stormed out of the room.
    There was silence for a few moments, then Matilda spoke up.
    “Sir…?”
    “Yes, Watson?”
    “What didjust happen?”
    Keeler chuckled maniacally.
    “Just having fun. The kid looked easy to pick on. Winding him up was
hilarious!”
    “That’s not very nice, sir!” Sasha B exclaimed.
    “I’m the Lead Navigator. I can do whatever the fuck I like. Dismissed.”
    The navs weren’t entirely sure what they thought of Keeler. Well, Yura knew
exactlywhat he thought of Keeler. That whore.
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter the Nineteenth
Yura was tramping down the corridor, having just dramatically exited the
navigators’ briefing. He was still fuming, and he swore if anyone crossed him
now he would beat them into the next life.
            A tall and striking-looking fighter was ambling down the corridor
in Yura’s direction.
            Do NOT speak to me, do NOT speak to me…Yura thought.
            “Where’s the rest of your lot then, nav?” he casually asked.
            As sexy as his voice and face were, Yura was in no mood to make
small talk. However, he found this fighter quite hot, so he got over the
slightly patronising tone of his comment and swallowed his anger.
            “Keeler pissed me off, so I left,” he replied, as calm as possible.
            “Oh really? You feisty motherfucker!”
            Yura was slow to reply, since he was mesmerised by the fighter’s
godly cheekbones.
            “Oh… oh yeah… maybe…”
            “Maybe you should join the fighters!” he jokingly suggested.
            “Don’t even go there,” Yura replied, smiling, but inside fiercely
quelling the spark of fury that had just ignited within his breast. “Keeler
suggested that also. Fuck that man.”
            The fighter smirked (fuck that overused fanfic word) at the young
navigator’s hot temper (and hot face). He certainly had an attitude. An
attractive attitude. Hot damn, he would take this nav over Jeanne any day…
            (Umm, that is very weird,he thought.)
            “So who are you, then?” the fighter asked.
            “I’m Yur— no, wait, no. I’m Phobos. Fuck.”
            (His tongue was well and truly tied.)
            “Well, it’s great to meet you, Phobos,” he said, holding out a hand
for him to shake. Yura duly shook it, dying inside because he was touching this
beautiful work of art. Seriously, his cheekbones had surely been sculpted by
the gods!
            “Who are you, then?” Yura asked.
            “I’m Apollo.”
            “The god of love, eh… Very interesting…” He paused for a second,
his mouth dropping open all the way to the floor. “Oh, wait. Oh my fucking God.
No. Ignore me. Fucking ignore me. I am so stupid. Jesus bloody Christ. Fuck.
FUCK.”
            He was as red as a centurion’s helmet crest, and covered his face
so the fighter would not see.
            HOW STUPID CAN YOU GET, YURA? SERIOUSLY? This is why you NEVER try
to flirt.
           The fighter was beside himself with laughter by now, partly amused
by and partly falling for this adorable navigator. God, how he wanted to get in
his pants!
            “I am gonna go now,” Yura said, too embarrassed to continue the
conversation.
            “See you soon, Phobos,” he replied as Yura turned to leave.
            Yura’s heart imploded. This fighter… he’d spoken Russian. RUSSIAN.
His native language. And oh, so well… Yura hadn’t even worked out that the
fighter was Russian, but now it was clear. He spoke it so nicely. So smoothly.
So eloquently. And he’d only said a few words. Yura totally wanted him to speak
a little more. Or a lot more. In the bedroom.
            You. Are. STRANGE.
           Yura scolded himself for getting a crush on anotherfighter. He had
to be devoted to Deimos! He couldn’t complicate his life with someone else! As
hot as he was, it just wouldn’t do. He felt like Bella Swan in that old novel
he had pretended to read in secondary school. 
***** Chapter 20 *****
Chapter the Twentieth
“One, two, three, four…” Gayle muttered, lifting her body up and down by her
arms. She was busy in the gym, keeping her fitness up, enjoying the peace and
quiet. No one else was there, so she could use all the equipment without
waiting.
            Moving on to doing some squats, she noticed a fighter entering. Her
stomach did flips at the sight of this very good-looking specimen, who, when he
took off his shirt, could only be compared to the youthful Apollo, when he
comes down from Olympus in his blazing chariot, settles in a shaded wood
amongst his Muses, and plays on his lyre while the sun shines over his divine
body. He plays beautiful melodies as the Muses crowd around him, but he is
taller and more radiant than all of them. At this sight, his mother Latona’s
heart is gladdened. It was thus that Jacobus looked.
            “Hey, nav,” he said, in a cool and sweet voice. “You’re not
actually meant to be in here, you know.”
            “Really?” Gayle exclaimed. “Oh, I am so sorry!”
            She stopped doing her squats and grabbed her towel.
            “Sorry, darling. This is the fighters-only gym. The nav’s gym is
one deck up.”
            “I am so, so, so sorry!” she said again. “I’ll go right away!”
            She rushed off to the navigators’ gym and continued her workout,
while thinking of that sexy fighter. He was Ghost’s fighter, wasn’t he?
Phantom? Yeah, that was the one. God, he was lovely. She wanted him. She loved
her fighter too, of course, but this one… Wow, this one had something goin’ on.
What a beaut. WHAT. A. BEAUT.
            She was perfect…Jacobus thought, as he ran on the treadmill in the
now empty gym. Everything I want… Everything!
           It was true. Jacobus wanted a tall, blonde bombshell who wasn’tan
iHooker, and had some panache about her, and she was it. She was the
incarnation of everything he desired. Long, shiny blonde hair, hauntingly
beautiful blue eyes, a sexy figure and tits… Yum. He wanted a taste of that
navigator for sure.
            However, she probably wasn’t into him. That feisty look in her eye
told Jacobus that she was so hard to get, and probably liked to really mess
with men before even considering fucking them. She was probably the sort to
lead people on just for the hell of it. Jacobus, with his startling mediocrity,
thought he had no chance.
            That, my friends, is called dramatic irony.
***** Chapter 21 *****
Chapter the Twenty-First
“Enemy ship spotted, sir!” Abel, sitting around in the nav’s techy room,
shouted. “Approximately 10,000 metres, north-west of the starboard corner!”
            “Fuck! We need a ship to take them down!” Keeler bellowed. “None of
you idiots are with your fighters!”
            Keeler slammed his finger onto the button that let him speak over
the intercom, and screamed: “IF ANY FIGHTER AND NAVIGATOR COMBINATIONS ARE
TOGETHER, REPORT TO DOCKING STATION IMMEDIATELY! ENEMY SHIP APPROACHING AT TEN
THOUSAND METRES!”
            The only fighter and nav pair that was together was the two Sashas.
They heard this message, and rushed to the docking station without a word. When
they got there, no one else was around, so they leapt into their starfighter.
            This was Sasha B’s first time even inside a real one, since the
place where he was trained was completely shitand did not prepare him for the
real deal. (He only got onto this mission because the training school was
buddies with Commander Milankovic and did a dodgy deal, Cold War-like, to get
some of their pilots in.)
            He sat in his seat and strapped himself in, then freaked out at the
large array of instruments around him. What the fuck wasany of this stuff?
            BREATHE, SASHA. BREATHE. You know what this is.
           After some careful inspecting, he realised that he knew a lot of
what these instruments were. They weren’t in familiar places, but at least he
had a vague idea of how to work them. He tried to press something, but the
computer said “Name, please.”
            “Sasha— oh, fuck, no, Euryalus.”
            Sasha K had heard this, and smiled at the thought that his nav was
a fellow Sasha.
            Sasha & Sasha… I like the sound of that,he thought. Oh, no, wait,
that is fucking weird.
            “‘Sasha— oh, fuck, no, Euryalus’ was not recognised,” the computer
stated. (It had repeated a recording of him saying that, by the way.) “State
name again.”
            Sasha B thus gave the correct name, and the instruments were
unlocked to his use.
            “HURRY THE FUCK UP!” Keeler screamed in his ear, through Sasha B’s
headset.
            “Sorry, sir!” he replied, trying to find a way to turn the volume
down.
            He lifted off and zoomed out of the docking station, spotting the
enemy ship on the radar. Since the navigator sat facing the back, at the back
of the starfighter, he couldn’t actually see it in person, but the radar was
photorealistic so he had a good idea of what was going on.
            Sasha K, however, could see the ship right up in his face. It was
incredibly close, and beginning to fire on them. It hit the starfighter, which
shook violently and span off-course.
            “Jesus Christ!” Sasha B exclaimed, struggling to bring the
starfighter back.
            “SHUT UP AND DESTROY THE SHIP!” Keeler yelled. (Encke also said the
same thing to Sasha K.)
            “Nisus, fire!” Sasha B shouted, sounding way more aggressive than
he’d wanted.
            “Yes, Euryalus!” he shouted back, slightly amused that his nav was
telling him how to do his job.
            He began to fire rapidly on the ship, the starfighter’s more
powerful artillery severely damaging it in moments. One wing flew off as it
exploded, and it smashed into the front of the starfighter. Showers of sparks
poured out of some of the instruments, and small bits of debris pinged off. A
severed button caught Sasha K right in his (very strong) eyebrow, and he swore
like a sailor.
            He renewed his fierce fire, and soon the ship was destroyed. Sasha
B swung them round and they made their way back. When they landed in the
docking station, all the fighters and navs were there to greet them, and ran up
to their ship. They got out and were mobbed with bro-hugs by most of their
comrades.
            “That was fucking awesome!” Jaden exclaimed, slapping Sasha K on
the back.
            Most of the fighters said something to this effect. Except Cain. He
stood away from everyone, arms crossed, scowling. How darethat fucking Nisus
steal his thunder. How darehe take down the first enemy ship. That’s some
serious honours right there. He was bound to get some fucking medal or
something. Commander Milankovic would probably fuck him too, that slimy little
shit.
            Cain was reallypissed. There was a hint of jealousy mixed up in
this malicious cocktail too, because Sasha K’s skills really were quite
something. He used only a small amount of ammo to destroy that ship, hitting it
in all the right places. He must have gone to a brilliant training school.
            Curse being taken from the Colonies!Cain thought bitterly. Why
couldn’t I have been born somewhere that had a nice pilot school? Why couldn’t
I have gone there from a young age? Fuck it. Fuck everyone.
           I smell a jealous bitch…
                                       ~
Sasha & Sasha returned to their dorm for a well-earned shower and rest, Sasha B
talking excitedly about how great they’d done. Sasha K exhibited his classic
cool-as-a-cucumber exterior, thinking that Sasha B was incredibly endearing.
That was pure excitement and joy in that boy’s eyes. It was adorable.
            A droplet of blood entered Sasha K’s eye, and as he wiped it away,
he remembered his minor injury he’d sustained in the melee.
            “Fuck…” he muttered, as another globule plopped in.
            “What’s up?” Sasha B asked.
            “Ah, nothing,” he replied.
            Sasha B came over and inspected the wound.
            “Want me to patch that up for you? I’ve got a medical certificate
and everything…”
            “I’m alright, really.”
            Sasha B raised an eyebrow. Sasha K did the same, as if to say ‘why
you looking at me like that?’, but that only made his wound worse. Blood began
to dribble out, really annoying his eyeball.
            “You sure?”
            Sasha K waved a hand in his direction, meaning ‘yeah yeah yeah, I’m
fine’, but his other hand was engaged in shielding his eye from the drips of
blood coming down, so he really did not look fine. So, Sasha B got his medical
kit.
            He moved Sasha K’s hand out the way, so he could access the
bleeding wound. He got an antiseptic wipe, and dabbed at it to remove the
majority of the blood. He accidentally caught Sasha K’s eye, and looked away
with a disguised, awkward smile.
            Next he got out a small pot of healing cream (not a healing herb
this time, guys), got a tiny bit on his finger, then smeared it on the injury.
It felt super-good, by the way, to Sasha K. Nice and cooling. And I’m not even
talking about Sasha B touching him.
            Sasha B rummaged through the medical kit and got a tiny roll of
bandage. He snipped off a small bit with a pair of high-tech-looking scissors,
measured it over Sasha’s wound, then cut it to the perfect size. It was
literally miniscule, and almost pointless, but the care Sasha B took in
preparing it was absolutely heart-melting.
            They accidentally caught each other’s eye again, and this time they
both looked away with a hidden little smile.
He got his roll of surgical-looking tape and cut off two even smaller strips to
secure the bandage on. Everything was so precise, so it was obvious that Sasha
B had taken his medical certificate-getting course very seriously.
            Sasha B placed the bit of bandage over the wound, being
meticulously careful not to touch it, then gently patted the two bits of tape
into place. He looked at his work for a second, then his eyes flitted downwards
to find Sasha K glancing at him. Their eye contact this time lasted for just a
moment longer, so the awkwardness with which they looked away was multiplied
tenfold. Sasha B bit his lip and cursed himself for being so un-subtle. Not
that he was tryingto look at him, anyway…
***** Chapter 22 *****
Chapter the Twenty-Second
In the mess hall, the joviality at Sasha & Sasha’s amazing performance was
still on a high. Everyone wanted to sit by them, and they found themselves
recounting the story over and over. The navigators were all being quite
sensible, since that was one of the characteristics that got them picked for
the job, but the fighters—and one fighter in particular— were being rather
bellicose.
            “Don’t fucking think you’re so special, Nisus!” Cain interrupted
the proceedings to announce. “Take down oneenemy ship and you think you’re some
kind of hero! So fucking pathetic!”
            “I think the real problem here is that youthink you’re some kind of
hero,” Sasha K countered. “You’re just jealous that it wasn’t you out there.”
            “Fuck you! I knowI’m a hero! You’re just a bitch!”
            “I’mthe bitch? Have you seenyour precious navigator? Talk about a
bitch!”
            “Don’t you dare bring Abel into this!” Cain cried, raising a fist
at Sasha K’s face. He got into a fighting stance, ready to counter the punch,
but it did not come, for none other than Abel had come over and restrained him.
            “Cain, don’t,” he said, incredibly calmly.
            Cain obeyed his nav’s orders, and dropped his hand.
            “This isn’t over, Nisus,” he spat.
            Sasha K started picking dirt from underneath his fingernails whilst
giving Cain a raised-eyebrows, ‘whatchu gon do bout it’ kind of face. Cain
scowled at him in reply, but sat down and continued to eat his borsch and black
bread.
            Abel returned to the navs’ table, sighing and rolling his eyes at
his fighter’s hot temper. He felt like his mum or something. 
***** Chapter 23 *****
Chapter the Twenty-Third
Johan was in the middle of jerking off. He was lying on his bunk (which was the
top bunk), with his hand down his unzipped unitard, fapping for all he was
worth. He had been sohorny recently, what with all the hot men in tight-fitting
clothing he’d been around, but he just could not bring himself to ask Carlo to
have sex. They’d got off on the wrong foot initially, and after Carlo’s awkward
‘I’ll have sex with you, sure, I know you want to’ debacle, Johan was quite put
off.
            At this very moment, Johan’s mind was playing an erotic fantasy for
him, which involved being gangbanged by a variety of different officers,
including Commander Milankovic and Lead Fighter Encke. In his fantasy, Encke
was fucking him in the ass (and they do say that once you go black, you never
go back, and thus Johan thought that Encke’s black dick was the height of all
his sexual fantasies). Commander Milankovic’s dick was in Johan’s mouth, and
Johan was engaged in giving handjobs to both Lead Nav Keeler and that really
sexy fighter, Endymion. It was a plethora of glory and beauty, and Johan was
about to have a marvellous orgasm.
            Then Carlo walked in.
            “Jesus fuck!” he screamed, noticing Johan’s face and his hand on
his dick. “I am so sorry!”
            Johan fumed, putting it away and re-dressing.
            “It’s fine,” he said simply.
            “Are you sure?” Carlo asked. “My offer still stands: use me however
you like.”
            Johan almost threw up.
            “Enough of that, seriously,” he replied. “I don’t want to fucking
have sex with you.”
            But Carlo was already undressing.
            “NO! STOP!” Johan bellowed, his dick going flaccid and sad.
            “BUT JOHAN, I WANT TO GET FUCKED!”
            “NO! GO AWAY! IF YOU WANT TO GET FUCKED, GO FIND CAIN!”
            “Fine. I will.”
            Carlo put his clothes on again, then stormed out of the dorm.
            Johan’s mouth fell open. Was he actuallygoing to find Cain? Was he
actuallygoing to get fucked by him?
                                       ~
Carlo was rushing down the corridors, trying to get to Cain’s room. Everyone
knew the number (666) and all willing navigators (and some fighters) frequented
the place. Cain was well-known as the sex fiend of the mission, and he had a
personal mission of his own as well: to fuck everyoneon the ship. He’d been
doing well so far, and it had only been a few days.
            Carlo soon found Dorm 666, and stood outside it, staring at the
number. He puffed out his chest, clenched his fists, and walked right up.
            “Antinous? What are you doing here?” Abel asked, appearing from
behind him.
            Carlo whipped his head around, blushing immensely.
            “Nothing, Abel. I.... I got the wrong room. I’m sorry.”
            Abel gave him a concerned look, then opened his door and
disappeared inside. Carlo caught a glimpse of Cain masturbating on his bunk,
and got hard. He had to walk back to his dorm with a huge erection. He passed
quite a few people, including Sasha B, Laurentina and Seryozha. They were
rather taken aback by the sight (but Laurentina was also very aroused). 
***** Chapter 24 *****
Chapter the Twenty-Fourth
Many thoughts were running through Jacobus’ mind. Mostly thoughts of that
lovely navigator. He had been thinking of her for hours now, furiously jerking
off when he imagined her doing all sorts of things. He honestly was meant to be
doing work or training, but he lied to Lead Fighter Encke that he was ill, so
he got the rest of the day off.
    Sonja entered the room so quietly that Jacobus did not notice. He was in
cooldown mode after a very rough masturbation session, but ready to get horny
again. He began to imagine getting fucked in the ass by Gayle with a strap-on
attached to her, and popped a huge boner which strained his unitard.
    “Phantom!” Sonja exclaimed. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
    She was thoroughly disgusted.
    Jacobus started at the sight of Sonja, then hid his erection with a very
red face.
    “Hell no!” he replied, incredibly quickly.
    “What was with the… the, uh, boner?”
    “That… was… nothing…”
    Sonja gave him a look.
    “Nothing? Really? Who were you thinking about?”
    Jacobus thought of every single navigator and fighter on the mission, and
tried to decide which one would be the least embarrassing to pretend to have a
crush on. Of course, Cain was the obvious choice, but he wasn’t into guys so he
didn’t want to give Sonja the wrong idea. (Also, the thought of getting with
Cain disgusted him.)
    “No one…” he eventually said.
    Sonja scoffed. “Ha! Of course! Unless… you have a fetish for something?
Feet? Cars? Buildings?”
    Jacobus gagged.
    “No way! I don’t have a fetish for any of that!”
    (He did, however, have a fetish for latex, but he didn’t tell her that.)
    “So, who were you thinking about?”
    He looked around awkwardly, not wanting to tell her about his deepest
desires. But he crumbled, so he did.
    “I was thinking about that navigator… Strawberry.”
    “STRAWBERRY?” Sonja shrieked.
    You see, Sonja knew Strawberry— or Gayle to you— from before the mission.
It freaked her out to think that someone had jerked off to her. She was so
innocent! The thought that someone would even get aroused by her seemed to
almost defile her existence. It was… weird. Discomforting. Wrong.
    “Don’t say it like that!” Jacobus exclaimed. “You’re making me feel bad!”
    “Sorry… I just… I’m her friend, and we’ve known each other for ages. It’s
kind of odd, this.”
    “Could you set me up with her?” he asked, very eagerly.
    “Maybe… If that’s what you wanted…?”
    Jacobus fought the urge to jump up and down with glee.
    “Really? Thanks!”
    “It’s actually quite a relief,” Sonja admitted. “I was dreading having sex
with you. No offence.”
    “None taken. I was kind of dreading it as well. I don’t think we have that
sort of relationship.”
    “Well good luck with Gayle, I guess,” Sonja said.
    “Thanks, man.” He slapped her cordially on the arm. “You did me a solid
today. I’ll repay you somehow.”
    There was silence as they looked each other in the eyes for a few moments.
Sonja was thinking how this could be perceived as sexual tension, which
disgusted her. She looked away and went off to shower.
***** Chapter 25 *****
Chapter the Twenty-Fifth
As soon as Sonja had shut the bathroom door, Jacobus rushed to Gayle’s dorm. He
excitedly knocked, and her fighter opened it.
            “I’m afraid you need to go to my dorm to work on something with my
navigator. She knows what it is. Commander Milankovic just told me to tell
you,” he said, lying so smoothly that Matthias completely fell for it. (Also,
it wasn’t exactly military protocol to question orders, so he had to just go
with it.)
            “Certainly,” Matthias replied. “Your dorm is 547, isn’t it?”
            Jacobus nodded, and Matthias left his sight. Then he entered
Gayle’s abode.
            Gayle’s heart stopped as soon as she saw the divine form of Phantom
appear. She looked all up and down, drinking him in, marvelling at how the gods
could craft such a fine specimen.
            “Hey there,” Jacobus said, in a low and seductive purr.
            “Oh, hi,” Gayle replied, trying to play hard to get with just those
words. She started playing with her hair, twirling it around her finger and
smiling coyly. “What brings you here?”
            “Nothing, really… I was just intrigued about you. I’d love to get
to know you a little better.”
            “Would you now? We will see if that can be arranged…”
            She sat on her bunk, untied her ponytail and gave him a wink. He
got a flutter of butterflehs in his stomach, but swallowed hard to remain
strong on the outside.
            “Why don’t you tell mesomething about you?” Gayle suggested,
beginning to remove her nav jacket.
            “I think, if things go right, you’ll find out a lot about me,” he
replied innuendo-ly.
            “Oh, Phantom,” she moaned. “You’re getting me all excited.”
            He licked his lips. “Excellent. I think there’s only one thing for
that, then…”
                                       ~
Sonja answered the door when it was knocked upon, and was confused to find
Matthias standing there.
            “Hello…?” she greeted. “What is it?”
            “Apparently Commander Milankovic wanted us to work on something
together…”
            Sonja looked puzzled, then shook her head.
            “Nope… I’m afraid you’re mistaken.”
            “Oh. Your fighter told me I was meant to be here. Let me contact
Gayle.”
            He used the walkie-talkie-like device on his watch to call Gayle,
but all he heard on the other end was muffled moans and screams. It was totally
obvious what was going on. Sonja and Matthias looked at each other with a
shared awkwardness. They couldn’t even think of what to say to ease the
tension.
            “Kind of makes me wanna fool around,” Matthias accidentally blurted
out.
            “Does it?” Sonja spluttered. “Cos I was kind of thinking the same
thing…”
            “Oh were younow?”
            Matthias grabbed her by the waist and started kissing her neck,
setting the tone for their little session. Sonja yelped at the unexpected turn
of events, but was very horny so submitted to his caress.
            Soon they found themselves on the bed, undressing as if their lives
depended on it. Matthias’s boner was hard against Sonja’s gentle skin, but
pressed in with an arousing warmth. Once naked, he plunged it into her moist
vagina.
            It felt so great to finally have sex. Sonja hadn’t had sex since
before they’d got on the ship (with some random prostitute at the popular
brothel ‘Babylon’), and Matthias hadn’t fucked anyone since… well, to be
honest, since he’d fucked Gayle, which wasn’t that long ago. But still, he
liked this new pussy.
            They couldn’t care less that they weren’t using a condom, because
the skin-on-skin contact was just so mind-blowing. Matthias’s penis was
theperfect fit in Sonja’s vagina; almost as if they were made for each other!
Both of their moans could be heard in the adjacent rooms, but no one was
judging. In fact, they were very proud of the people who they were hearing
getting laid. Good for them!
            Eventually, Sonja succumbed to the most wonderful orgasm of her
life. Her head was thrown back in exultation, and her vagina was pummelled by
wave after wave of pleasure. Matthias also came, but withdrew just before so
there was less chance he’d knock her up (remember precum, guys!). His semen
poured out everywhere, the sheer volume showing just how much he had loved it.
            Once they were both spent, Matthias got up and put his clothes back
on.
            “That was so good,” Sonja noted.
            “Oh, I know. We need to do that again.”
            “Maybe we can swap? Strawberry has Phantom, and I have you.”
            “O happy day! That sounds perfect!”
                                       ~
Both pairs met outside Commander Milankovic’s quarters. He was rather ruffled,
since he’d been woken late at night by some randoms asking for a word, and was
in no mood to be nice.
            “What do you want?” he growled.
            “We want to swap navigators, sir,” Matthias replied.
            Commander Milankovic was too tired to give a fuck, so he waved his
hand and went “Alright, alright.” He handed them some papers to make it
official, and told them to give them in tomorrow. With that, he put his
nightcap back on and returned to bed.
***** Chapter 26 *****
Chapter the Twenty-Sixth
Commander Milankovic dreamed very strangely that night. As soon as Matthias had
gone and Marat had returned to his slumber, he had begun to dream incredibly
weird things. Firstly, he dreamt that Matthias came into his room and spread
his ass cheeks for him, and then Milankovic penetrated him. Except in the
dream, he had three dicks, and they all fit into Matthias’ ass. He woke up
abruptly after ejaculating, and was embarrassed to find that he had done so in
real life as well. After cleaning himself up, he went back to sleep.
            His next dream was far more taboo. In the beginning, he was in his
old training school, teaching a class of teenage students. One of these
students was the navigator Euryalus, who for some reason looked about thirteen
years old. He had a lovely youthful face, his cheeks not yet shaded with the
first manly down, his skin still soft and smooth. He could have easily been
described as one of the beautiful youths that Greek men so often desired
(pederasty!).
            Milankovic was suddenly wracked with a desire to violently fuck
this boy. The rest of the class disappeared, as well as the rest of the room,
so there was only him and Euryalus. Milankovic advanced upon him, his boner
almost as big as his entire body. Euryalus was terrified, and tried to run
away, but at the end of the room there was just a huge, galactic abyss.
            “Let me go!” he cried, as Milankovic wrapped his arms around the
boy’s small form.
            “Never!” he replied.
            Milankovic threw Euryalus over the edge of the room, still holding
onto him. His dick acted like a parachute, so they gently floated down. As they
did so, Milankovic turned him over and put the entire length inside Euryalus’
ass. Somehow, the head ended up poking out of his mouth, so Milankovic got anal
and a BJ at the same time.
            In short, he raped the navigator. Euryalus looked to be having an
awful time the whole way through it, and when Milankovic came, the blobs of it
bobbed about in space. Euryalus was sobbing now, but Milankovic soothed him
until his tears were dry.
            His dick went limp, and because of this, its power waned. They
began to hurtle through the abyss, and Commander Milankovic suddenly woke up.
He was thoroughly disturbed at himself, since he had no sexual desire for that
navigator, on account of him being UNDERAGE. He grimaced at the strange turns
his mind could take, but soon fell asleep for a third time.
            He dreamed of Matthias again. They had incredibly rough sex in this
dream, in a large number of different ways. In some of them, Matthias had a
vagina, which Milankovic had a lot of fun with. Sometimes, Milankovic had the
vagina, and Matthias was eating him out. Milankovic personally had never had a
vagina before, so he had no idea how his unconscious mind could re-create the
feeling so accurately.
            Five rapid, hot dreams later, Milankovic’s dick was absolutely
exhausted. He had nothing left, so he woke up and lay staring at the ceiling,
thinking about how much he wanted to fuck Matthias for real. If he were that
good in real life as in the dream… God, Marat would have an amazing time.
            In this way, in the morning, Milankovic resolved to have sex with
the fighter.
            He hopped out of bed, got dressed, then went down to give the
officers their morning briefing. Throughout the whole meeting, he was eying
Matthias right up, thinking how good he looked that day. He actually looked
better in real life than in his dreams. Score!
            “...So, that is all for today. Dismissed. But— Mat, please stay
behind. I need to speak with you.”
            Matthias nodded, and waited for everyone to leave.
            “What was it, sir?” he asked, standing to attention in front of the
Commander.
            “I just needed to speak to you for one moment. Do you remember that
Lead Fighter Encke and Lead Navigator Keeler said how they were looking for the
four best pairs to complete the final part of the mission?”
            “Yes, sir,” Matthias replied.
            “Well…” Marat adopted a rather more seductive tone— “whatever
happens, I will be making sure you and your navigator are on board. I wouldn’t
want your… special fighter talents to go to waste.”
            He went over to Matthias and put a hand under his chin. He moved it
up, stroking Matthias’ cheek with the backs of his fingers. Matthias inhaled
sharply at this touch, but did not wholly dislike it.
            “I think you should show me your talents now…” Marat purred.
            “Oh, certainly, sir,” Matthias replied, in an incredibly submissive
way.
            Milankovic removed his clothing so his poppin’ penis was visible.
It was hard as a rock, and Matthias bit his lip at the arousing sight of it. He
knelt down and put the dick inside his mouth, then began to suck. Milankovic
hissed at the first erotic contact of tongue and shaft, so Matthias increased
the rhythm until he was pretty much sucking it completely off.
            “Deeper… deeper…” Milankovic groaned.
            Matthias did so. Marat’s dick was incredibly huge, so he almost
gagged when the entire thing went in. He made a fist around his thumb and
pressed it into his palm to stop himself (a method he learned from an ex-
prostitute friend of his).
Since Milankovic was an older gentleman, he was a little less virile than most,
so he ejaculated after a very short time. Matthias choked on the first spray of
cum, since it shot right into the back of his throat, so he moved back a bit to
let a gentle stream pour into his mouth. It obviously went all over his face,
which made Milankovic very excited.
“You little cumslut,” he said with a cheeky smile.
“Oh, I know, sir,” Matthias replied, licking off the last remains of Marat’s
wasted seed.
            Matthias stood up, his knees clicking because he was getting old,
bade Milankovic farewell, then went to do his daily duties. On the way there,
he spent a while thinking of a believable cover story.
***** Chapter 27 *****
Chapter the Twenty-Seventh
The fighters were busy training. Well, most of them. Cain and Seryozha were
hanging around in the gym, absent-mindedly lifting weights. Cain was struggling
with a massive one, but he wanted to have a heavier one than that bitch fighter
Apollo.
            “Weak-ass hoe…” Cain muttered. “Look at that tiny weight…”
            “What the fuck, Cain?” Seryozha replied, from across the room where
he was working out. “Could we not just have one hour of silence?”
            “Silence, pah! No way! But, actually, you probably don’t have
enough breath to talk, since you are finding thatminiscule weight difficult to
lift.”
            “I’ll throw it at you if you’re not careful,” Seryozha stated
simply.
            “Try me! I bet you can’t even throw it halfway across the room!”
            Seryozha hurled his weight at Cain, and it would have hit him in
the head had he not dodged. It smashed into the wall, crumpling the thick
metal. Cain swore as the thing was hurtling towards him, and it was an
exclamation of genuine fear. Seryozha was rather smug.
            “See?” he taunted, picking up a heavier weight. Cain glared at him,
grabbing a ridiculously gargantuan one and attempting to lift it in one hand.
            “I’m more of a hardass than you, Apollo. Just cos you did that
doesn’t mean you’re the hardest dude alive.”
            “Hardass? With that tiny little dick of yours, I don’t think so.”
            Cain instinctively looked at his crotch, which he thought was
rather large. He took a peek at Seryozha’s, and was dismayed at the size of the
bulge. That stupid man… God, he was well-endowed. Cain kind of wanted a taste,
but he would never let such thoughts cross his mind.
            “I have DOMINATED my navs sogood!” Cain defended himself. “They
haven’t been able to walk for weeks— nay, months! I bet you can’t even make
yours cum!”
            “We’ll see about that,” Seryozha said. “I can dominate your fucking
nav way better than you can.”
            “Oh really? Shall we test that?”
            “Go the fuck on, let’s test it. Where is he?”
            They went back to Cain’s dorm, where Abel was sitting and working
in peace. Cain grabbed Abel’s tablet off him, threw it on the ground, then
stripped him off.
            “Tell me you want it, slut,” Cain growled.
            “Oh… Oh Cain… I want it… Now…”
            Abel hadn’t noticed that Seryozha was there, but when he saw him,
he got even more excited. A threesome! With that incredibly sexy fighter! What
a result!
            Cain hurriedly unzipped his unitard and grabbed his lube. Seryozha
did the same, producing a pocket-sized pot of strawberry-scented lubricant.
They both lathered up their hard phalloi, and fought to be the first one inside
Abel’s ass.
            Now, do you remember the description of Yura’s ass that was
provided some chapters ago? Well, as you’ll recall, his asshole was wide as
shit, so much so that one could fit about five hundred dicks in there. But let
me tell you-- Abel’s asshole was wider.Cain was an incredibly rough dom, so
every time they fucked, he pounded the hole like he was digging for gold. He
also sometimes made Abel wear increasingly larger butt plugs throughout the
day, in order to reach a large size for their later fucking. His asshole was
many inches in diameter after all this.
            What I’m trying to say, in this very roundabout way, is that both
Cain and Seryozha would fit inside him. And they did. Their dicks fought for
dominance, but when they both went for the charge, their cocks slipped in with
space to spare. Abel let out a mousy squeak of pleasure, then the fighters
started pummelling his ass.
            Up above, Cain and Seryozha were having a catfight. Cain slapped
his hand over Seryozha’s face, trying to push him away so he could get all of
Abel, but Seryozha was strong, and kept twisting his wrist to get him off. At
the same time, they were both thrusting furiously, causing a lot of friction.
            “Please… I need more lube…” Abel groaned, through the burning pain.
            Both fighters grabbed their lube and practically poured the whole
tubs into his gaping hole. There was so much lube splashing about that they
could barely see whose dick was whose.
            Seryozha had a better position within Abel’s asshole, so he managed
to reach the prostate and give the nav the time of his life.
            “Apollo… Apollo… Apollo…” Cain was appalled to find Abel moaning.
He shuffled a bit, punched Seryozha in the face to distract him, then got his
dick into the optimum place. He had control of the prostate now, so Abel began
to scream his name in pure euphoria.
            Cain felt like he was about to cum, and he bit his lip to try and
distract himself. If he came first, he would undoubtedly lose. He had to
contain it.
            On the other hand, Seryozha could have kept going on and on and on
for years. He was a fresh and agile buck, with tons of spunk left in him, and
certainly a lot of staying power.
            Yipeekay-ay!he thought, beginning to switch up his movements. Now
he was going in as deep as possible, pushing Cain’s cock out the way. He was
forced to withdraw, since Seryozha was taking up so much space and moving
around so much.
            “Bitch!” Cain hissed, slapping him round the face. Instinctively,
Seryozha put a hand over his nose to protect it, but was not deterred. He kept
thrusting into Abel’s ass, and heard his melodious voice screaming his name
over and over. He grinned from ear to ear, looking pointedly at Cain.
            Cain tried to put his dick back in, but Seryozha grabbed it and
squeezed it so hard Cain started whimpering. Seryozha let go, and Cain was
horrified to find a red-hand shaped mark on the shaft.
            “And there we go,” Seryozha taunted, watching Cain cum on account
of Seryozha’s moment-long handjob. “I win.”
            Abel turned around as much as he was able, and asked what was going
on. He was still in the throes of pleasure, so it kind of came out in a weird
way.
            “Please could one of you… could one of you just— ahhhhh— cum inside
me?”
            Seryozha concentrated on the sex, ignoring Cain’s protests, getting
hotter and hotter until his juice cascaded out in a delicious flood. Abel
finally came as well, and he had been ready to do it for a longtime.
            “You fucking slut, Abel, how dare you!” Cain shouted, pushing
Seryozha out of the way and putting Abel’s clothes back on him. “Why did you
let that bitch fuck you?”
            “I didn’t really have much choice!” Abel replied, with a surprising
amount of venom.
            Seryozha took this opportunity to leave, since he had caused this
domestic. He was actually quite happy about that.
***** Chapter 28 *****
Chapter the Twenty-Eighth
In the next morning briefing, Commander Milankovic announced that they had
entered enemy space. There were hushed, worried whispers amongst the navs,
while the fighters were a little more excited. They were ready to shoot some
enemy ass. And not even in that way.
            “Now, gentlemen— and ladies— and whoever else I may have forgotten—
being in enemy space means that anything can happen,” Milankovic said. “So to
prepare you for that, we will mix the fighter and navigator pairings for one
day. Line up.”
            With military precision (which was unsurprising, because this was a
military organization) the fighters and navs formed two lines, facing each
other, in the middle of the room. Milankovic went up and down, dressing the
lines as he went, then stood at the head of the formation and brought up a list
on his tablet.
            “Strawberry, you go with Apollo,” he ordered.
            Gayle eyed Seryozha up, to a very satisfying result. He was H-O-T.
            “Hyacinth, with Sherlock.”
            Alice licked her lips at the sight of Jeanne. She could not wait to
destroy her pussy.
            “Phobos, with Cain.”
            Yura swore, and Cain smiled smugly. He’d been wanting to fuck this
navigator forever. He looked like such a nice ass to fuck, and was probably
good at sucking dicks too. He had the lips. The dick-sucking lips.
            “Deimos, with Scarlett.”
            Laurentina didn’t like the look of this fighter. He had hair over
one eye all mysterious-like, and looked slimy as shit. His eyes were all big,
but looked kind of like he’d taken tons of drugs. He just radiated an aura of
evil, and Laurentina was very suspicious of him.
            “Ghost, with Endymion.”
            Sonja took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of her new
fighter. Bautista. Yummy.
            “Euryalus, with Hadrian.”
            Johan found his new nav, Sasha B, kinda cute, but he was disgusted
at himself for thinking such paedophilic thoughts. Sasha B found Johan
incredibly charming, but not his type.
            “Abel, with Fish.”
            Alyosha coloured at the mention of his STUPIDtask name, but
shrugged it off. Abel felt protected already, since he knew Alyosha had been on
many missions and would be a good fighter. And a good fucker, he hoped.
            “Watson, with Misfit.”
            Matilda wasn’t into Jaden at all. He was far too cocky, a fact
which had been proved consistently throughout the whole mission so far. She did
not do cocky people. Or do cocky people.
            “Serenity, with Nisus.”
            Olivera had to admit, she liked Sasha K rather a lot. Of course, no
one could replace Bautista, but this boy was pretty hot too. He had that
youthful vibe, owing to the fact that he was indeed a youth, and Olivera was
excited. She hoped they would have sex.
            “And finally, Chips, go with Cream.”
            Both of them almost threw up at the sound of their fucking
ridiculous task names, and then smiled when they both noticed. Sasha the
Soldier already felt like some kind of older brother to Jacobus, even though he
was a shit older brother in real life (his sisters knew what sex was by the
time they were about four).
            “Now, gentlemen, ladies and everyone else, get used to your new
pairs. Make sure to train well together, for you never know when you might need
to team up with a random person. Dismissed.”
            Everyone left with their new partner, ready for a day of fun and
frolicking.
***** Chapter 29 *****
Chapter the Twenty-Ninth
Gayle and Seryozha decided to be productive and train inside a starfighter.
They weren’t actually going to go out of the ship, for fear of being detected
by enemy patrols, but they were going to roleplay what it would actually be
like. Gayle absolutely loved doing this in her training school, because she
could make the scenarios get so difficult the fighter would break down. Of
course, her new fighter was far too sexy to break.
            They went into Seryozha’s starfighter, which smelled really gross
since Jeanne had put a pungent air freshener next to her chair. Gayle and
Seryozha both coughed when they entered, so Seryozha located the air freshener
and threw it out.
            “So, what’s the scenario today, fighter?” Gayle asked.
            Seryozha shrugged. “Enemy patrol at the right flank, approaching
from thirty thousand metres. Or something. I don’t care. Whatever you like
really.”
            “Nice idea, Apollo, but how about we make it one enemy patrol on
each flank? Spice things up a bit, ya know.”
            This was a different method of flirting to the one she used
normally, and she felt that it was working. She could feel the heterosexuality
just oozing off this man.
            “Alright, nav. Let’s do it.”
            There was a special mode on Seryozha’s starfighter (a feature which
he had totally paid for in a totallynon-bribed, legal way) that enabled them to
enact scenarios as part of training. He turned this mode on, which made the
starfighter turn on— but it actually didn’t, because that would be a waste of
fuel; it just pretended to— and the console light up. They plopped into their
seats, strapped in, then Seryozha typed in the parameters of this simulation.
It then began to run.
            “Enemy patrol at thirty thousand metres on both flanks,” an
automated voice told both of them.
            “What do you suggest I do, Apollo?” Gayle asked, since she didn’t
really know how to tackle this one.
            “Hurry up, that’s what I suggest! Bring us forward then swing round
so we can face them! Go!”
            Gayle did so, and as Seryozha fired on the enemy ships (which were
just projections in the windshield— or, I guess, in this case, spaceshield),
she kept the starfighter in the correct place. Seryozha was an excellent
marksman, and was shooting the large patrols down like ducks in hunting season.
            One patrol was totally gone, so Gayle thought it was time to
pounce. She let go of the controls, making the starfighter suddenly lurch
forwards.
            “Suka blyad!” Seryozha hissed. “What are you doing?”
            “Sorry, Apollo, I lost control for one second. We’re alright now,
though.”
            The simulator wasn’t that advanced, so Seryozha bought it. Gayle
continued to creep towards him.
            Seryozha was concentrating on shooting the enemy ships down as much
as the pinball wizard of that famous The Who song concentrated at his magnum
opus game of pinball, so he did not notice Gayle coming until her wet lips were
on his neck.
            “SUKA BLYAD!” Seryozha yelped. “Get away from me!”
            “Don’t be so shy, dear Apollo, I know you want this…” Gayle said
between kisses.
            “I don’t!”
            Gayle was not deterred, and instead began to take off his clothes.
Seryozha wanted to slap her away, but his morals to never slap a woman were
begging to be upheld. He took the moral path, so did not put up any physical
resistance. But that meant that Gayle had free reign to do whatever she wanted.
            She took off his sleek black fighter unitard all the way down to
his thighs, revealing his large (but flaccid) penis. Gayle took the thing in
her hands and started to rub it up and down, making it get hard.
            Not again…Seryozha thought, horrified that his man-loving dick was
betraying him once more.
            “Oh, you like that, huh?” Gayle teased.
            “No! Get the fuckoff me!”
            “I bet you love it, really…”
            Gayle then lowered herself down, caressed his thighs a bit, then
went in with her soft lips. She slid the whole of his cock into her mouth,
almost choking, but swallowing her fear and just going for it. She sucked it
like a pro, making Seryozha almost throw up everywhere.
            “STOP! I DON’T GIVE MY FUCKING CONSENT! DIDN’T YOU EVER GET TAUGHT
ABOUT THIS IN PILOT SCHOOL?”
            Gayle smiled, but did not listen to his words. She withdrew her
mouth for a second to speak thus:
            “But I’ve never tasted a Russian before… And you taste so good…”
            Seryozha grimaced, and Gayle clamped her lips around his dick
again. She completely deep-throated it, while Seryozha cried out again and
again that he did not like this.
            “Why not?” Gayle asked, letting off for a moment to catch her
breath. “It is so… much… fun…”
            She began again.
            “I AM FUCKING GAY!” Seryozha screamed, fighting the urge to grab
her by the hair and rip her off his dick. “I DON’T FUCKING LIKE THIS!”
            Gayle was not deterred even by these words, and kept sucking until
he came, in a lame and pathetic squirt. As she swallowed the tiny amount of
semen, she frowned.
            “You didn’t even get the big O. Damn. I can normally turn you
homosexuals with my blowjobs. Not this time I suppose. I guess you really
aregay.”
            Seryozha gave her the most incredulous look. There was so much
wrong with what she had just said.
            “Yes, I fucking am. Jesus Christ.”
            “Are you sure, though?” Gayle asked, putting his clothes back on
with care that Seryozha did not desire. “Maybe you just don’t like BJs… have
you ever tried vaginal sex? A handjob? BDSM?”
            Seryozha actually lovedBJs, but he felt that he should not tell her
that. He was still kind of annoyed as well, so the angry demon upon his
shoulder took over.
            “No, I have not— not with a woman, at least. And I know that I
won’t like it. Don’t even try.”
            “Oh, come on, you can’t be allgay…” Gayle began to playfully stroke
his inner thigh.
            “Yes, I can, and I am. Stop trying to ‘turn’ me. It won’t work. And
get thefuckoff me.”
            Gayle was quite sad that her sexual skills had not made the fighter
into her. Better luck next time, maybe.
            “Are you really reallysure you’re 100% gay? Don’t you have a hunger
for even a little bit of pussy?”
            Seryozha sighed so deeply he could have blown a thousand ships all
the way to Troy.
            “No,” he replied. “Give it up. Please.”
            “I’m just asking, my dear Apollo. I just don’t understand how one
can not experiment with the genders! How can you not find women sexy?”
            “I just… I don’t know really, I just don’t. It’s just how it is.
I’m not sure, to be honest. I have no interest. None. Like, I don’t even find
tits hot. I’ve never been aroused by a woman. It’s weird, actually.”
            Gayle nodded like a therapist giving him a psychological
evaluation.
            “Intriguing… Another mystery of the universe, I suppose! How
fascinating! So you’ve never even gone out with a girl before?”
            Seryozha had no idea why the nav was suddenly asking him so many
questions, but he found it oddly relaxing to talk about this with someone he
didn’t know that well.
            “I haven’t, actually,” he replied. “Even when I was young, when you
fake-’went out’ with people, it was always boys.”
            “But you lived in Russia!” Gayle exclaimed. “Did they not
murderyou?”
            Seryozha scoffed. “Russia’s a very progressive country! We had the
first human-android wedding just last year! What about England, eh?”
            Gayle shrugged and went “Touché, touché.”
            “Anyway, I think we need to do another simulation. We got killed in
the last one.”
            “I agree. Thanks for the chat, Apollo; it was good. And sorry about
the whole… dick-sucking thing.”
            Seryozha dismissed the event with a fabulous wave of the hand.
Inside, he was still disgusted and disturbed that he’d been fucked by
anothergirl, but did not let that show. This nav seemed quite nice, underneath
the crazy sexual exterior. Maybe they could be good friends one day.
***** Chapter 30 *****
Chapter the Thirtieth
Alice and Jeanne, meanwhile, were busy finding a secluded spot. Alice
eventually chose her starfighter, and led Jeanne in for a fun time. She locked
the door, grabbed her toy bag, then lay Jeanne out on the floor.
            “What are you doing?” Jeanne shrieked.
            “Protocol.”
            “Protocol? THAT PROTOCOL?”
            “Yes.”
            Jeanne started thrashing about, but she stopped when Alice pressed
a whirring magic bullet onto her clit. She immediately felt a warmth between
her legs, even though this was through her clothes, and kind of wanted more.
            Alice removed her lower-half garments, and saw how wet Jeanne was.
She cackled kind of creepily, but placed the magic bullet directly on top of
her clitoris nevertheless. Jeanne inhaled sharply as the cold, vibrating metal
started working on her soft flesh, but loved the sensation.
            Jeanne, this is weird!she told herself. You are straight!
           She did not listen to her mind very well, since she was really
getting into the erotic zone. She submitted to the pleasure, and let Alice do
her work.
            Next, the fighter took a proper vibrator with a little kink at the
end to reach the g-spot, and slid it into Jeanne’s wet vag. The feeling made
her shudder all the way up her body, but then was overcome by the pure and
wonderful feeling of the furious buzzing inside of her. She was so warm and
moist, and this was only the beginning.
            “I think you’re warmed up now, you little bitch,” Alice said. “You
are such a slut; you want this sobadly, don’t you?”
            “I do…” Jeanne found herself saying.
            What the fuck? YOU ARE STRAIGHT!
           But when Alice’s pierced tongue began to work her clit, she was not
so sure.
            “Oh, Sherlock!” she exclaimed, clenching her fists as the intense
pleasure shot through her. Alice smiled, and started licking in larger motions,
just brushing over the vaginal entrance and finishing with a light touch on the
clitoris. The anticipation made Jeanne almost implode, and she started begging
Alice to go right in.
            Alice Brown was truly a natural. Her tongue focused on Jeanne’s
clit, pounding it with vigorous circles, while two of her fingers thrust inside
of her vagina. With the double lot of pleasure, Jeanne felt like she was about
to have a thousand orgasms, but Alice did it so well she managed to draw it out
for a deliciously long time.
            Jeanne was as wet as a waterfall now, which made it easy for Alice
to insert a large dildo into her vagina. It had many lumps and bumps on it, and
was so perfect inside of her. Then Alice decided to take things to the next
level.
            Wiping her mouth of all Jeanne’s wetness, she turned her on her
front and made her get on her hands and knees (like the downward-facing dog
yoga position!). She delved into her toy bag and produced a strap-on, which had
its own little vibrator on the inside to work on Alice’s clit while she
penetrated Jeanne’s ass.
            She undressed, turned it on and lubed it up. Jeanne was biting her
lip off in anticipation, because she’d never tried anal. Apparently it was
amazing… She hoped so.
            Jeanne inhaled sharply as the strap-on dick went smoothly inside.
It hurt a bit, since she was so tight, but the amount of lube made it so much
more comfortable. It was a very different feeling to vaginal penetration or
clitoral stimulation, and she loved it. It was kind of… warm, and comforting. A
deeper kind of pleasure than the wild hotness of front-door sex. She could
definitely go at this for ages.
            Alice began to thrust, slowly at first so Jeanne’s ass could get
used to it. Jeanne felt absolutely everything: the moist lube, the dildo in her
vagina, the sliding of the strap-on inside her ass. It was as if her senses had
been heightened, and she could feel every single movement as Alice thrust in
and out.
            “Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, the hot moistness between her legs
increasing.
            Alice narrowed her eyes as she concentrated, both on destroying
Jeanne’s ass and the vibrator working her clit. Being a dominant, she normally
got a lot less pleasure, but with this brand-new strap-on, she was having a
great time. Inside, Alice really loved being submissive, but she only found
herself falling for the other submissive girls. She was excellent on top, so
she always ended up being dom. But now… oh, now she had the best of both
worlds!
            Both girls inhaled sharply as they reached the next stage of
pleasure: orgasm. Alice yelped out loud as many intense stabs of pure beauty
coursed through her body, while Jeanne relished in the deep, throbbing
sensation of an anal orgasm. Jeanne’s lasted for a longer time, and when Alice
withdrew the strap-on, she sighed as another wave hit.
            “Now time to see what’s been hiding in here…” Alice said, removing
the dildo from Jeanne’s vagina. A huge outpouring of fluid flowed down,
covering the floor and Alice’s hands. She smiled in a sultry way.
            “You little bitch… You sure cum a lot…”
            Jeanne giggled, feeling somewhat embarrassed at that. She was also
incredibly confused as to why she had enjoyed it so much. She had never been
turned on by a girl before, and now her mind was thinking of all sorts of
things about how she’d like to suck on Alice’s tits, lick out her pussy, caress
her curves, kiss her right on the mouth… God, it was weird. She’d never
considered herself as liking girls before, and now she certainly felt that way.
            Empowered by this new revelation, Jeanne left the starfighter for a
day of training and tomfoolery with her fighter.
***** Chapter 31 *****
Chapter the Thirty-First
Sasha Brankovic and Johan Cooper got on incredibly well. Johan was such a
friendly and charismatic guy, and Sasha B immediately felt like they’d known
each other for ages. They were like brothers, and did some amazing training.
They were so compatible.
    Sasha K was watching these proceedings from afar. He saw Johan and
Brankovic in a training simulation together, laughing and joking in an
incredibly close manner. He scowled in their general direction, then went WOAH,
dude, you aren’t JEALOUS, are you?
   He’d never thought that he had feelings for his navigator, but seeing him
being all buddy-buddy with another fighter got him really riled up. He actually
dreadedthe thought that Sasha B would fall for someone else. And that was
worrying.
    You totally don’t like that guy,he thought. You’re just overthinking
things. You have crossed that bridge. You are OVER IT.
   But he really wasn’t. He looked over at the training simulator again, and
saw the pair jump up and down with glee, having just completed a particularly
difficult hand-to-hand combat scenario. Sasha B leapt into Johan’s outstretched
arms, and they had a proper bro-hug. Sasha K, however, read this as farmore
romantic than it was. He was pissed.
    He stood outside the training simulator like he was waiting for his turn,
and when the pair came out they profusely apologised for making him wait so
long.
    “It’s alright,” Sasha K dismissed. “I just, uh, needed to speak to you…
Euryalus.”
    “Oh, sure,” Sasha B replied, taking off his training helmet and shaking his
hair back to its usual perfection (which was really arousing to our poor
fighter). “What do you need to say?”
    Sasha K gestured to a more private spot. “I’ll tell you… um, yeah, over
there…”
    (He had no idea why he was being so awkward, and he hated himself for it.)
    Euryalus followed him over to the place to which his fighter had vaguely
pointed, and then Sasha K gathered up enough courage to speak his mind.
    “Having fun with your new fighter, then?” he asked, easing the tension and
giving him enough time to think of how to phrase his main point.
    “Yeah, he’s good,” Sasha B replied. “Not as good as you, I mean, but… you
know…”
    Sasha K smiled, because he just could not help himself finding his
navigator so adorable.
    “Basically, Euryalus,” Sasha K suddenly said, rather abruptly. “I wanna say
something.”
    He took a pause, to which Sasha B gave him a quizzical look.
    “Alright… Well… If you want to follow protocol, then you can, because I…
wouldn’t… mind it…?”
    (Why the fuck did that turn out so shit, you PIZDA*?!he berated himself
inwardly.)
    *That’s a Russian swear word, but I’ll leave it to you to work out what it
means. Clue: it’s rude.
    “Oh my God… really? You want to… do that? I thought it was just me… oh my
God, no, that sounds weird, I’m sorry… But, really, seriously? You wanna— no,
you like me? Like that? I mean, I don’t wanna jump to conclusions but that’s
kind of… oh Jesus… are you actually—”
    He was silenced by a truly magisterial kiss from Sasha K. It was a proper
one as well, just like what you’d see in the movies: those slightly forceful
ones, where the initiator grabs the target’s face with both hands and drags
them in suddenly, but you know that they’re requited because there was just
somuch sexual tension in that scene, and it ends up being so devastatingly
romantic that you just wish someone would do that to you. It was thus that
Sasha K kissed his navigator.
    It lasted for a long time, and did not even have a pause where they broke
apart and breathlessly said some words before going in again. It was just
straight-up (although not technically straight), wall-to-wall lip action. They
both actually knewhow kisses worked, so they didn’t need to pull away to catch
their breath (you have a thing called a nose, guys).
    The next stage was soon reached. Sasha K’s hands had moved downwards this
whole time, from the cheeks, to the neck, to the waist, and eventually to DAT
ASS. That was what signalled that it was now sexual, and both of them were so
ready.
    Sasha B’s lips got a break, since his fighter had now moved on to his neck.
That set some things off in the nav’s mind, meaning that his aroused self now
came to the fore.
    Sasha K broke contact for one second to say: “Why don’t we follow that
protocol now, Euryalus?” in a very breathless and excited manner.
    “Oh, oh my God… yes… please, Nisus… just fuck me…”
    (Sasha B had no idea why he’d said that, but his rational mind had kind of
handed over the baton to its horny counterpart.)
    The navigator then felt the arousing warmth of his fighter’s crotch
momentarily touching his own. Since Sasha B had a massiveboner right now, it
was completely easy to detect even with the tiny second of contact. Sasha K was
very excited that it was not just him that was getting hot.
    “We’re in the middle of the ship, Euryalus…” he whispered in his ear, very
seductively. He was way close to his nav now, with his arms actually around his
shoulders, and their aroused areas touching for a prolonged period of time.
“You gotta wait…”
    “But please… just let me have something…”
    Sasha K gave him a very sultry sort of smile, and then continued with his
neck-kissing business. He concentrated on just one area, eventually breaking
away to reveal a huge, dark-ass hickey. Sasha B immediately put his hand over
it, his mouth open in a half-surprised, half-delighted way.
    “Tomorrow, Euryalus,” Sasha K stated. “Tomorrow I’ll give you everything
you want.”
    Sasha B replied with the most satisfied smile he’d ever given anyone. He
looked at his fighter with eyes that were kind of hazy with arousal. (He sort
of looked like he’d just had sex, what with the lids half-closed, eyelashes all
long and visible, slightly parted lips as if he were expecting more, and a
general post-intimacy mien.)
    “I didn’t know you wanted me thatbad,” Sasha K joked, smiling that sexy
smile that got his navigator so excited.
    Sasha B was back to his normal self now, and got kind of embarrassed. He
went bright red, and covered his face with his hand.
    “Oh, God… I wasn’t that desperate, was I?”
    “You were perfect,” Sasha K replied.
    At those words, Sasha B got a severe attack of the butterflies. His fighter
was… gods, he was indescribable! This day really could not have got any better.
    “I think I should get back to Hadrian,” Sasha B said, feeling stupid for
ruining the moment they were having.
    “Alright. See you later, I hope.”
    They clasped hands for one moment, then parted lingeringly and returned to
their previous activities. As Sasha B was walking back to Johan, he realised
that he still had that massive-ass hickey on his neck, so he tried to cover it
up with the collar of his jacket. But it was very high up, so no amount of
clothes-rearranging could hide it. When Johan noticed it, he gave the navigator
a look that meant he knew exactlywhat had gone down between him and his
fighter.
***** Chapter 32 *****
Chapter the Thirty-Second
As soon as the morning briefing had been dismissed, Cain grabbed Yura by the
arm and dragged him right off to his and Abel’s dorm.
            “What the hell, Cain? Aren’t we going to do any training?” he asked
as he struggled to wrest himself from Cain’s grip.
            “Of course fucking not, you idiot. You know what we are going to
do.”
            “Oh, Jesus…” Yura said under his breath, realising the turn things
had just taken. “Are you kidding me right now?”
            Cain gave him a mocking smile.
            “Bitch, I’ve wanted to fuck your ass for so long now; do you think
I’m gonna pass up this opportunity? So shut up.”
            “You know, if Commander Milankovic finds out about all this, you’re
gonna be so screwed,” Yura said, his voice absolutely dripping with venom.
            “Commander Milankovic? He won’t fucking care; I’ve sucked his dick
to get promotions!”
            Yura uttered an incredibly colourful Russian swear word/phrase.
            “Oh, Phobos!” Cain exclaimed, so sarcastic that if there were a
meter reading his sarcasm levels, it would have exploded ages ago. “I wouldn’t
normally fuck you St. Petersburg sluts, but I just can’t help myself with you!”
            Yura gave him a look like: ‘what the fuck, that didn’t even make
sense!’
            “You’re such a whore, Cain,” he said, kind of to himself.
            “Me, the whore? From what I’ve heard from dear Deimos, you show the
signs of being prettyslutty!”
            Fuck Deimos!Yura thought. What the fuck’s he doing telling that
stuff to Cain?
           They finally reached the dorm, and Cain kicked the door open and
flung Yura onto the floor (which is where their beds were). From Yura’s lips an
unabated stream of swear words fell.
            “Cain, for fuck’s sake!”
            “Shh, myshonok,” he said, putting a finger on Yura’s lips. Yura
considered all the places where that finger had been, and almost threw up. He
slapped it off his face.
            “Speaking Russian won’t make me like you!” Yura exclaimed.
            “Speaking Russian won’t make melike you!” Cain replied.
            “I amRussian!”
            “So am I!”
            They had reached a stalemate, so shared an awkward silence for a
few moments.
            “Right, time to get fucked, you little slut,” Cain then announced.
            “Jesus Christ,” Yura muttered, so absolutely and utterly donewith
this. “I don’t have any say in this, do I?”
            “You’re a nav. Of course you don’t,” Cain said, in a simple maxim
showing the inherent classism in the organisation. (Really, the navigators were
always seen as lesser, even by them themselves. It was a sorry and rather
corrupt state of affairs.)
            Cain ripped off Yura’s clothes and got a look at his infamous ass.
God, it was perfect in every way. Cain had finally found an asshole that could
fit his gigantic dick!
            “Holy shit, you whore-ass navigator, you have been fucked more than
the Commander’s rent boy!”
            (Not that Yura was everthe Commander’s rent boy, of course…)
            “Shut the fuckup, Cain; just get on with it. If you’re gonna fuck
me, then get it over and done with.”
            Cain sighed.
            “Will I have to get my gag out for you, Phobos?”
            “Fuck off.”
            Cain got into the right mindset, making an erection veritably
explode from his unitard. He removed it, and because he was going commando, was
instantly ready to penetrate. He went right to it and shoved it in, making Yura
cry out in pain and anger.
            “Lube, at least!” he demanded.
            “Ugh. Fine.”
            Cain removed his penis and applied lube to all areas, making his
next entry swift and easy. He started thrusting so rapidly he looked like a
hummingbird on ecstasy, and Yura really did not enjoy it. He preferred when it
went in deeper, and even if it took longer than normal to reach climax, he
liked to have that satisfaction of true prostate stimulation. Cain just did not
do it for him. However, he did not dare ask for him to go deeper, because that
would suggest he was enjoying it and Cain would then think he’d won. And he had
not.
            “God, you are so good…” Cain grunted, beginning to go even faster
so he’d get more pleasure. Yura did not. He just sat there in silence, gritting
his teeth and hoping that Cain would apply just a little more lube. As loose as
it was, he wasn’t sure that his asshole could take this.
            Cain could really go for a long time, and it was ages before he
finally came. He withdrew instantly and zipped his unitard back up, then wiped
up any stray splashes of lube and cum that had been flung around. Yura put his
clothes back on, but as soon as he tried to walk, he clenched his ass cheeks
and winced. Cain had been brutal with him.
            “The pain will go in a few weeks. Maybe you’ll be able to walk
normally soon. Let’s hope so,” Cain said nonchalantly.
            As he was walking to the door, Yura looked back and shot him a
withering glare. Cain gave him a mocking queen-like wave in reply, to which
Yura gave him the middle finger. He left the room and slammed the door behind
him, hoping that no one would notice his my-ass-just-got-destroyed walk.
***** Chapter 33 *****
Chapter the Thirty-Third
“OH, VOVA!”
            Medvedev was blindfolded, his limbs tied to a crucifix and was
being fiercely anally penetrated. A massive pair of clamps were holding his ass
wide open, while Vladimir Putin’s entire forearm was thrust inside. He was
wearing an elbow-length ridged glove, made especially for this purpose, giving
Dmitry Medvedev an intense and overwhelming amount of pleasure.
            “Shut the fuck up, you disgusting slut!” Putin cried, knowing that
degrading language really turned Dmitry on. He grabbed Dmitry’s hair so he
could get a better grip to shove his hand in even deeper. Dmitry had no idea
how much further he could go in, because he reckoned that Vladimir was pretty
much inside his stomach. And it felt good.
            “Now it’s time for something bigger, you whore,” he growled,
removing his hand from Medvedev’s ass. As it slipped out, Dmitry hissed at the
wonderful feeling of the ridged glove against his tender flesh, wondering how
much longer he could last. He really was reaching climax, and it was set to be
the best one of his life.
            Putin drew up a large and terrifying mechanical sex toy and placed
it next to Dmitry’s wide-open ass. He widened the clamps a bit, making Dmitry
grit his teeth and screw his eyes shut, then pushed a 7-inch wide, ribbed,
ridged, lumped and bumped dildo onto the end of the lengthy piston-like bar of
his awesome sex toy.
            He took out a jar of lube bigger than the hugest milk bottles one
can purchase, and slathered it all over Dmitry’s anus, and the dildo. Since
Medvedev was blindfolded, he had no idea what was going on, but was not allowed
to ask because his master did not allow him.
            Putin aimed the dildo with the perfect trajectory, then turned it
on and let it loose. Dmitry cried out as it thrust into his asshole, but it was
wide enough, so it did not hurt too much. And God, the sensation was amazing.
Each protrusion on the dildo gave him a different delicious sort of pleasure,
sliding through the entrance, ramming down the hole, slamming his prostate. O,
how Dima liked it rough!
            “OH… VOVA… OH MY GOD… VOVA… VOVA!” Medvedev screamed through
gritted teeth.
            “You fucking bitch, address me with respect!” he barked.
            “I’m sorry… master… I am so sorry… Forgive me… Punish me… I have
been so very badly behaved…”
            Vladimir whacked the speed of the toy up to a horsepower a car
could run on. Dmitry was now shamelessly screaming, since this was a pleasure
too intense to hold inside. It was a mixture of extreme happiness, but extreme
pain, since his asshole was getting pounded with a force that assholes really
should not be pounded with. It was his ultimate BDSM fantasy.
            Suddenly, there was a burning and unwanted pain, so Medvedev
screamed their safe word:
            “COMMUNISM! COMMUNISM! COMMUNISM!”
            Putin immediately turned off the sex toy and removed the clamps
from his anus. He swiftly untied him from the cross and removed his blindfold,
then asked what happened. Dmitry simply pointed to his ass.
            It was ripped as fuck. Normally, since he was Putin’s slut, his
anus was pretty wide, but now it was abnormally so, with gross exposed bits of
raw flesh and blood around the edges. It looked like his ass cheeks were
beginning to sever.
            “Oh, baby, I am so sorry…” Putin soothed, grabbing his extensive
first aid kit.
            “It’s okay, master,” Dmitry replied, trying to battle through the
pain. “I am sorry that I wasn’t ready to be fucked so well. It’s all my fault.”
            “Don’t say that, darling!” Vladimir exclaimed. “You were perfect! I
am so sorry for hurting you.”
            He wiped Dmitry’s ass with an antiseptic wipe to remove all the
blood and lube (as well as the gross bacteria that were undoubtedly hiding
there), then patted it with a dry wipe to stop the blood flow. It was very
sore, and stung a lot, but Dmitry felt okay with his loving master and dominant
caring for him like this.
            Once Dima’s anus had returned to its usual size, Vladimir could see
the true extent of the damage. It was not as bad as he’d feared, so it would
take just a bit of first aid to patch it up. First, he got a nice wad of
bandage, and placed that over his asshole, using some strips of medical tape to
secure it in place. He used more of this to put pieces of gauze over the tears,
sealing the wounds with antiseptic cream before doing so, just to speed up the
healing process.
            It was a bit painful for Dima to sit anywhere, so Vladimir got him
a high-tech floating bed (this is the future, guys) which he could lie on his
front upon. Dmitry did so, then was led away by some common soldiers. You see,
Putin needed to speak with someone.
            “Master Shrek,” he began, bowing at the great ogre’s feet. “I have
disturbing news.”
            Shrek, the leader and overlord of The Swamp, who had just entered
the room, nodded with a concerned expression on his mighty green face.
            “What is it, Adjutant General Putin?” he asked, his impressive
booming voice echoing through the main control room.
            “A huge enemy ship has been spotted at the edge of our territory. A
few patrols went out on the frontier, and two of them engaged with them. They
were both destroyed. It looks like the humans have improved their firepower,
sir.”
            “Curses…” Shrek muttered to himself, his wonderful Scottish accent
inspiring awe and wonder within Putin’s heart.
            “What are we going to do, Master Shrek?” Putin asked, finding
himself bowing his head slightly in the presence of such a grand and
magisterial being.
            In his magical, commanding voice, Shrek replied: “I have an idea…”
***** Chapter 34 *****
Chapter the Thirty-Fourth
“I am so fucking tired of this ship,” Sonja declared.
            “Oh my God, I know,” Bautista, her fighter for the day, replied.
            “I have had such a shitty time! Sometimes I think that it would be
better to just join the enemy.”
            Bautista’s eyes widened.
            “Join the enemy…” he muttered.
            “Join the enemy…” Sonja echoed.
            “Join the enemy!”
            “JOIN THE ENEMY!”
            “Let’s do it!”
            They high-fived, then began to make plans. They eventually decided
to grab a starfighter, unofficially defect, then go to the Swamp and become a
part of the enemy army. However, they did not want to do it on their own.
            So, they went around and asked people if they wanted to go with
them. It was a rather stupid idea, seeing as anyone could just go and rat out
the traitors to Commander Milankovic and they’d be executed faster than you can
say ‘Shrek’. However, they were in luck and only asked people that were
interested in betraying their cause.
            “That sounds like a rad idea!” Jaden exclaimed. “Rebelling against
authority is somuch fun. It’s like, the government really doesn’t know what’s
best for us. We need to put the power in the hands of the people. School is
pointless, parents are pointless, everyone is just pointless to obey. They’re
all hearing things, but are they really listening? Do they understand that the
foundations of their power want to take it from them?”
            Jaden was speaking a whole load of nothing, but Bautista pretended
to be interested. Sonja gave him a Laurentina face, and told him to shut up and
just join them. Jaden obeyed her, since he was kind of attracted to her sexy
face and bod.
            Next they sought out Olivera. Bautista wanted her to be a part of
their venture, since he was quite in love with her, but she seemed hesitant.
            “Are you sure this is wise? We’ll be killed as soon as the enemy
see our ship!”
            “Serenity, trust me, it will be okay. We are passionate and wily
enough to make this work. But, Serenity, do the gods put this passion in our
minds, or does his own wild desire become each man’s god? My mind has been
driving me on for a long time, either to fight, or to enter into some great
venture; nor is it content with peace and quiet. Or allegiance to this
organisation! Serenity, we must make haste and join the greater good! You see
how disarrayed we are here, corrupt and motley, while the enemy feast from
ivory dishes and sleep on downy beds!
            “Serenity, if you would not be persuaded by this, be persuaded by
the prospect of our enduring love! In this place, we cannot let it grow, but
how much more strengthened would it be if we went through with the ultimate
flight: defecting and joining the merry enemy? Think of this, dear Serenity,
before opening your sweet lips and letting your words, with wings, reach my
ears. I will undoubtedly go towards the path of true glory, but if you went
with me by my side, it would be the greatest honour. Take my hand, and we will
fly.”
            Olivera was completely won over by Bautista’s eloquent speech (of
which precisely nonewas stolen from Virgil), so pressed her hand into his and
kissed him full on the mouth. He took her by the waist and returned the kiss,
injecting an extra amount of romance and suaveness. Olivera got wet
immediately, but contained it, as the dangerous deed now summoned her. (That
wasn’t stolen from Virgil either.)
            Sadly, no one else wanted to join them in their rebellion, so the
four of them decided to go alone. They went to the docking station and hopped
inside Bautista’s starfighter. There weren’t enough seats for them all, so
Jaden and Sonja sat on the floor, holding onto the sides of the craft.
            “Off we go to join the Swamp!” Bautista declared.
            With that, they zoomed off.
            It did not take long to reach the Swamp, since it was very close to
the ship, but as soon as they were in view, they came under fire.
            “Quick, show them something white!” Olivera screamed. “They need to
know we mean no harm!”
            While Bautista hailed them through the video connection, Jaden
grabbed the white cloth contained within the ship’s emergency survival kit and
shoved it in the front windshield. Bautista also flashed some white lights at
them, in the ancient language of Morse code, saying SOS. The Swamp rapidly
stopped firing on them.
            The starfighter gently floated into the docking station, the door
of which had been opened for them, and landed with a small thud and puff of
smoke. The four humans disembarked, and were instantly struck by the sheer
beauty of this ship. Despite its dank and gloomy name, the Swamp was a super-
modern, high-tech facility. Everything was white, bright and clean, with a real
air of orderliness and organisation. Kindly-looking soldiers welcomed them, and
a small escort led them to the main control room.
            Now, this room was a real architectural treat. It was painted all
in white, with very modern and minimalist decor, the rays of highly efficient
lights just glowing through the edges of the wall panels, slick and simple
display screens punctuating the very plain facade. Here and there a red or
green light flashed, and a mellifluous woman’s voice announced something in the
language of their people.
            The four humans gazed upon the scene, having just crossed the
threshold of some very smooth automated sliding doors, and wondered at how the
enemy could have constructed such a beautiful spaceship.
            “I see you are impressed,” a deep, disembodied Scottish voice
grumbled. “Welcome to the Swamp.”
            A huge, high-backed chair span around, revealing a monstrous green
figure, wearing a clean white robe and black latex gloves. Shrek.
            “My dear General…” Bautista immediately said, dropping to one knee
and bowing his head.
            “It’s Masterto you, swine,” Shrek retorted, doffing Bautista’s
insignificant head out of his way.
            “I am sorry, master; we are your ever-grateful suppliants. Please
accept us as members of your race; we will do anything you wish of us.”
            “We will, Shrek, we will,” the other three chanted in unison.
            “How can I be sure that you won’t betray me, you cretins?” he
thundered. “How can I trust a human?”
            “We are your eternal slaves, O Shrek,” they replied, again in
unison. “We would never betray you.”
            Shrek pondered on this for a moment, then nodded slowly.
            “I believe you. Now, time for your initiation into the Swamp, and
then I will tell you of your mission.”
            He grabbed Jaden with one almighty hand and ripped off all his
clothing in one swift motion. He began to scream and struggle, but Shrek
covered his mouth with one of his huge green hands, then, with the other,
penetrated his ass. At first, he only put one finger in (which he’d lubed up
with his plentiful earwax), as it was so massive, but when Jaden let out a sigh
of pleasure, he went in with two. The young boy screamed, since this was
actually a world of pain, but could not get out of Shrek’s iron grip.
            “Come here, blonde female,” he ordered. Sonja did as commanded.
“Now, suck my dick.”
            Sonja whimpered as Shrek hoiked up his robe to reveal a startling,
veiny, devastatingly erect penis. How could she fit all of that— all of that
length, all of that girth— inside her mouth? She was going to choke and die!
She swallowed hard to get some moisture in her throat, opened her lips, then
put them around the monstrous member of the ogre.
            Immediately, she almost gagged. She was barely even deep-throating
it, but it was so long that it touched her uvula with ease. She squeezed her
thumb in the palm of her hand to stop herself throwing up, and then started
sucking.
            Shrek let out a mighty roar as Sonja began to pleasure him, whilst
continuing to anally fuck Jaden Smith. His ass was inflamed, swollen, red and
almost tearing, and he was sobbing profusely. Shrek did not care.
            “Strange European man, come and eat my balls.”
            Eating balls was a particular sex act that Shrek had a hugething
for, and for the person doing it, it was grotesque. He never cleaned down
there, so they would have to nibble on all his grime and gunk that had built up
over many months. There was a 100% infection rate from him to his lovers, since
he harboured many STDs down in his jungle. That, and another special surprise.
            Bautista knelt in front of Shrek’s chair and located his testicles.
He had to get underneath Sonja to access them, so Shrek made him do extra by
making him put his dick inside of Sonja while he went for the balls. Bautista
had to lie on his back on the chair, his head right amongst Shrek’s testicles,
while Sonja sat on his dick in order to suck Shrek’s. Neither Sonja nor
Bautista wanted to do this, but Shrek threatened to snap their necks if they
did not obey him.
            Once the sex puzzle had been put together, Shrek made Olivera come
over. By now, he had given up covering Jaden’s mouth to stop his cries, so
currently he had a hand free. With that, he fingered Olivera’s vagina. His
fingers were so colossal that he could only fit two inside Olivera’s glory
hole, and even then she was almost being ripped up.
            Shrek could hold both humans on his fingers comfortably, so he
started bouncing them up and down. Jaden’s ass could not take it anymore, so he
clenched for all he was worth to stop everything coming out as it tore
violently. Olivera could not clench her vagina, so had to endure the roughness.
She wasn’t even wet enough! It was agony!
            “QUICK, HUMANS! GET DOWN!” Shrek screamed. “I NEED TO EJACULATE IN
YOUR FACES!”
            All four humans were flung off him by a sweep of his hand, and they
lined up in preparation for the stream. Shrek took turns cumming into each of
their mouths, making sure they swallowed a sizeable amount. Once this was done,
he carefully put their clothes back on, then made them lie in a praying
position at his feet.
            “Now, my young friends. Your mission. You have now been infected
with my Essence, which is fatal to any of those petty swines on your laughable
ship. Your task is to spread it to as many people as possible, but this can
only be done through sex. Male humans, you have an advantage, as you can easily
cum on and in just about anything, but for the female humans it is a little
more of a challenge. Somehow, you must orgasm whilst they are inside of you,
and then the essence is spread. Now go, I don’t want to see you until the
entire enemy ship is dead.”
            “YES, MASTER SHREK!” they all barked with military precision.
            In a perfect goose-step, they all returned to the starfighter. As
they were flying back, they discussed their time at the Swamp.
            “My ass hurts so much… I’ve never been fucked by a man… No, an
ogre! AN OGRE!” Jaden whined, wincing as he adjusted his sitting position.
            “It wasn’t that bad, actually,” Bautista said.
            “That’s because you likemen!” Jaden replied. “And you didn’t get
your ass torn in two by his fucking finger!”
            “At least it wasn’t your vagina!” Olivera put in. “That was worse
than giving birth! It was like putting the baby backup there!”
            “I WAS BEING FUCKED BY ENDYMION AS WELL AS HAVING HIS DICK IN MY
MOUTH!” Sonja interrupted. “I THINK I HAD IT WORST! I’m sorry, Endymion.”
            “It’s alright,” he said. “I found it as awkward as you did.”
            “Good. Seriously, guys, why did we do this in the first place? I
think I dislocated my jaw, the amount I had to open my mouth to fit his cock
in!”
            “Yousuggested it!” Jaden cried. “Don’t even go there!”
            There was silence for a few moments, as Sonja realised that she had
been the cause of this. She shrugged.
            “It’s too late now. We’ve been infected with the Essence of Shrek.
We might as well just spread it.”
            The starfighter docked back at the ship, and they commenced their
sexual mission.
***** Chapter 35 *****
Chapter the Thirty-Fifth
The next day dawned, and with it the return to the normal fighter and navigator
pairings. Most of the pairings had unofficially gone back at night, so they
could sleep in the same dorm, but Cain, for Yura, had other ideas.
            It started after dinner. Back in his dorm, Cain had produced a
variety of butt plugs and laid them all out on the floor, starting at the
smallest— a respectable size— and going all the way up to a gigantic 8-inch
monster.
            “A slut like you would have no problem starting at three inches, I
think,” Cain said, throwing Yura onto his front and tearing off his clothes. By
now, Yura had given up in trying to fight back, so just submitted to this all-
day rape-fest that Cain was putting him through. His anus was in agony.
            “Oh, fuck, shit, balls…” Yura hissed, as Cain slammed the 3-inch
butt plug into his ass. Although it wasn’t too much of a stretch, he had not
used enough lube, meaning that the friction was a horrible addition to the
clusterfuck that this already was.
            “Shut up, whore!” Cain bellowed. “Or I’ll have to tie you up!”
            “Not in a million fucking years!” Yura replied, with just as much
malicious venom.
            “Well then, my dear, I have a brilliant alternative…”
            He disappeared from the room, and returned with a French maid
outfit on a hanger, complete with a small feather duster (that was actually a
dildo) and frilly garters.
            “No… no, no, no, no, no, no… NO… NO,” Yura said, when he’d turned
his head to see what abomination Cain was holding.
            “Well, Phobos, I like my girlfriends to at least look like girls,”
Cain snarled back, grabbing him and forcing on the outfit.
            “Now that just shows your insecurities with your gay identity,”
Yura stated, remembering the words of his best friend the morning after Yura
had had an orgy with fourteen girls.
            “Oh, piss off!” Cain cried, slapping his face to shut him up (but
really hurting inside, as Yura’s comment had struck a chord deep within his
soul).
            By this point, Yura was in the full maid’s outfit. Cain finished up
the bow to tie on the bonnet, then stepped back and admired the navigator.
            By the gods, he looked a sight. With a stupid-ass bonnet on his
head, a feather duster in his hand and stilettos on his feet, he looked the
part of slutty French maid, but the main portion of the outfit was just not
perfect. He was tall as shit, so the lacy and frilly frock only just covered
his genitals. It was very low as well, meaning Cain got a glimpse of Yura’s
entire chest except the nipples. Clearly, it was fitted for a woman’s body, so
it sat quite oddly on him. He was kind of scrawny (but lean cos he was a nav
and that required fitness), so it didn’t look too bad, and his androgynous
looks lent an air of rent-boy-for-a-very-niche-fetish to the ensemble. If he’d
actually wantedto wear it, and workedit, he could have been incredibly sexy
(for those who are into that). Come on, it was practically lingerie, and who
can resist anyone— even a man— in that?
            “Now then, time for the next butt plug!” Cain announced, thoroughly
aroused by the sight of Yura dressed as a French maid. He grabbed the four-inch
one and lubed it up. “Bend over, slut.”
            Yura did so, while Cain instructed him on how to do it in the
sexiest way. He wasn’t allowed to bend his knees, but had to stay steady and
spread his legs a little bit to give his butt a real boost. He was not unused
to walking in heels (as I’ve said before, do not judge Yury Konstantinov’s past
exploits), so that wasn’t an issue, but he really could not touch his toes,
meaning a world of pain as he had to endure bending over in this way. A tear
fell from his eye, as it hurt so much.
            Cain now introduced the four-inch butt plug into Yura’s ass. It was
a bit of a snug fit, but not altogether unbearable. He’d gone way bigger
before. And thus, Cain did the same.
            “Time for the real deal, bitch,” he declared.
            In quick succession, the next few butt plugs were put inside his
asshole. Once he’d reached eight inches (which was wayeasier for him than it
was for Dmitry Medvedev at seven inches a couple of chapters ago), Cain decided
to go to the next level.
            He got a very similar sex toy to the one that Putin had used on his
own submissive, but this one was waymore extreme. There were about a dozen
spikes to put dildos on, and Cain put a large one on every single spike. In the
middle was the 8-inch one, with a forest of smaller dildos surrounding it. They
were all pointed in the same direction, forming a sort of phallic arrow. It was
obvious that Yura could not take this one standing up, so Cain got his
restraints and tied him in a crucifix formation to the wall.
“Can I just say, for future reference, that I do not give my consent?” Yura
warned him.
“Not like I care,” Cain replied dismissively. “This place never takes rape
allegations seriously. It’s got me out of many a sticky situation.”
“You are so disgusting.”
Cain positioned the sex monster in the right way, looked at the trajectory and
realised that even Yura’s ass would need a little help to stay stretched
enough. He delved into his toy bag and found his favourite item: the MEGA ass-
stretcher. It was a sex toy he’d make himself, using a complex system of gears,
cranks, pulleys and ropes to widen the anus up to the size of a person’s head.
The main part of the device was a metal ring that was placed inside the
asshole, which would widen as the other person pressed the foot pedal down to
operate it. Cain thus set up the toy, and pressed the foot pedal a few times to
get Yura’s ass as wide as it could be.
            “Сука блядь… Это пиздец… Блядь, блядь, блядь, блядь…” Yura
muttered, as his anus was put through this torture. (I put his incredibly rude
dialogue into Russian, as it is simply too rude. If you know what it says, then
I am sorry for corrupting your innocent mind.*)
            *And because I know you all want to know, it literally says ‘bitch
fuck (this phrase can’t be accurately translated into English)... this is
fucked up… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...’
            “You have a foul mouth on you, slut!” Cain noted. “I’ve a good mind
to shut you up!”
            Yura sighed heavily. “Just get this over with…”
            Cain switched on the sex machine and stepped back to watch it
pummel Yura’s ass. With each penetration of the dildo forest, the navigator
uttered another stream of terrible swears. He’d never felt this much pain since
back when he was fifteen and… Actually, that’s probably not a story to be
recounted here.
            The evil fighter turned the machine up to eleven, so it was going
just about as fast as a lad in a pimped-up car on the motorway. This could no
longer in any way be construed as pleasure— Yura was a freak in sex, but even
this was too much. He was in extreme pain. Agony. It was unbearable.
            Cain, meanwhile, was getting very aroused at this sight. He was
jerking off while watching Yura’s ass get pounded, then noticed the Yura’s dick
was no longer hard.
            “What the fuck is up, whore? I’d have thought a slut like you would
find this so arousing!”
            Yura was in too much pain to speak, so just shook his head.
            “Aww, little navvie…” Cain cooed sarcastically, stroking his hair.
“This is too much for even your whorey ass, eh?”
            Yura spat in Cain’s face.
            “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” Cain screamed. “GET OUT, YOU BASTARD!”
            Cain turned off the sex machine, untied Yura from the wall, put his
normal clothes back on then kicked him to get him to move. However, Yura’s ass
was in so much agony that he couldn’t walk, so Cain gave him a wheelchair he’d
purchased especially for these situations. Yura was mortified, but had no other
choice, so got hauled into the wheelchair, then left Cain’s dorm.
            By now it was morning, but too early for anyone to be up. Yura was
thankful for this, as it meant no one would see him looking like a right idiot.
He could hardly control the wheelchair, and kept accidentally driving into the
walls. Curse Cain for making him do this!
            Yura finally reached his dorm, and knocked on the door. Deimos had
been asleep, but roused himself and shuffled to open it. As soon as he saw it
was Yura, he smiled and gave him a hug so enthusiastic that the wheelchair shot
back and made both of them crash into the wall.
            Deimos had actually sat on Yura’s lap to give him a hug, and even
after they hit the wall, he didn’t look to be getting off him.
            “I’ve been so worried! Where were you? What’s happened?” he asked
breathlessly.
            “Cain…” was Yura’s only reply.
            “Aww, Phobos! Don’t worry about it, though, you’re with me now.”
            Deimos gave him another hug, which Yura found very lovely. He
actually snuggled into the embrace, and hugged back, putting his head on
Deimos’ shoulder and inhaling his delicious scent. Yes, it was thatproper. Yura
could not even hide his smile.
            “You don’t even understand… The thought that another fighter had
you was just so…” Deimos began, but realised how romantic that sounded, so shut
up.
            Yura slightly broke away from the hug to look up at Deimos with a
highly incredulous expression.
            “You mean that?”
            Deimos blushed. “Well, yeah… I guess…”
            Yura did not know what to say. The sexual tension was real, and the
butterflies were there. His eyes were as wide as his tortured ass, and his
mouth was open. He smiled slightly, incredibly surprised that Deimos was
actually saying something so sweet.
            “I’m just glad you’re back,” Deimos said, kind of hoping to change
the subject because he’d thought he was being too forward. “Come in.”
            Yura did not take Deimos’ suggestion. Instead, he rose up as much
as he was able, put his arms around Deimos’ shoulders and kissed him. Hard.
Deimos started at this sudden turn of events, but fell victim to Yura’s
delicious lips, so closed his eyes and kissed back. His hands found a place to
sit— around Yura’s shoulders, as Yura had moved his hands down to Deimos’
waist— and he got himself into a far more comfortable position (that is,
straddling).
            Deimos could not help himself now; he was getting quite heated by
all this kissing. His hands travelled down to Yura’s waist, feeling everything
along the way. He went back up around the front, having a little taste of his
abs, then grasped his jacket collar and pulled him in closer for an even more
erotic kiss. Yura sensed the change of mood, which made him smile just a
little.
            “We’re out in the open!” Deimos exclaimed, very out of breath from
their romantic calisthenics.
            “Oh, we are!”
            Deimos hopped off Yura’s lap, grabbed the arms of the wheelchair
and pulled him into the dorm, giving him the most romantic and sexual look
ever. Once the door was closed, Deimos started making out with him again,
effortlessly lifting him up and depositing him on his back on the bottom bunk.
This was clearly sexual, but somehow they managed to keep their clothes on.
There was too much romance in this for them to want to whip ‘em out just yet.
            They made out without a break for absolutely ages. They didn’t even
say anything during it. They just kept going and going and going. It was
probably because they’d both wanted to do this for such a long time, but didn’t
have the chance. They had to keep their desires to themselves, partly due to
the more sexual nature of the nav-fighter combinations, and partly due to their
disastrous first attempt at intimacy. All their feelings had just pent up over
this time, and they didn’t want to release them because they both thought it
was weird to feel romantically towards your partner. But now, all the walls had
been broken down, and they were truly going for it.
            A noise sounded over the intercom.
            “All fighters and navigators, report for morning briefing,” an
automated voice announced.
            Deimos broke away and looked around.
            “Means we’ve gotta go,” he said, with a melancholy air.
            Yura smiled sadly, but got ready. (Yes, he could walk now. Just.)
            As he walked with Deimos to the briefing room, he remembered his
feelings for that other fighter. Apollo, was that it? Yes, that was the one.
During the briefing, he kept looking at him, thinking weird thoughts of how
he’d be so disappointed that Yura was ‘cheating’ on him and getting off with
another guy. Obviously, they weren’t going out, but Yura’s mind was a little
weird and autocompleted his thoughts. He actually liked this fighter enough to
want to go out with him, which was troublesome, because DEIMOS. They’d just
fucking snogged for about half an hour! If they weren’t a thing now, Yura had
no idea what would make them a thing. He felt like a whore. Maybe Cain was
right.
***** Chapter 36 *****
Chapter the Thirty-Sixth
Yura’s morning was spent training with Deimos, doing simulations together and
generally being inseparable. If one had looked upon them from afar, they would
have definitely noticed the intimacy between them, and drawn some conclusions.
A few people did notice, and found it adorable. Some of them were kind of
jealous that they couldn’t be so close with their own partner.
            At lunch, in the mess hall, Deimos was forced by Cain to sit with
him and Alice. That left Yura alone with a few random navs, giving him lots of
time to think and ponder.
            Mostly, his thoughts were of Deimos and Apollo. He found himself
staring at them, admiring everything hot about their amazing selves. He started
thinking about how much he’d like to make love to Apollo, so his eyes travelled
to his divine face. He didn’t realise, but when he did, he found that Apollo
was staring right back at him. Obviously, they caught each other’s eye, and
Yura wanted to look away, but Seryozha gave him a smile so enticing that he was
well and truly hooked.
            Yura looked back at him like ‘oh, me? You cheeky bitch!’. Seryozha
nodded slightly, with a very naughty smirk. Yura smirked back, letting his
eyelids droop just a little in that way of ‘oh, you got me, let’s fuck, I am so
horny right now’. Seryozha looked rather smug, and unconsciously licked his
lips. Yura gave him a full-on smile, still looking very aroused and sultry.
            Since Seryozha was a fighter, and had a good rep with Commander
Milankovic, he’d managed to get some fresh strawberries on board, which he had
been consuming prior to the eyesex with Yura. He was still quite hungry, so he
plucked another one out of the bowl and ate it in a verysuggestive way, still
giving Yura bedroom eyes. (Yura thought it a rookie move to be using fruit—
FRUIT!— in a flirty way, but appreciated the gesture. Then Seryozha licked his
finger in such a sexual way that Yura forgot all about his critique and focused
on his burgeoning erection.)
            Yura subtly pointed to the door, and Seryozha gave him a look of
‘oh, really? You are sucha freak! I like it’. They stood up at the same time
and left the room without a word.
            “So where are you going?” Yura asked, making mock small talk when
he knew exactly what was going to happen.
            “The gym on the training floor… I’ve gotta go work out.”
            “You know, I could use some exercise as well…”
            By this point, they had reached the elevator. They stepped inside,
and as soon as the door was closed, they threw themselves at each other and
started making out like two hungry lions. It was totally empty, so they went at
it unabated and unrestrained. It was totally lustful, with all kinds of
fondling and thirsty sloppiness. Literally, their hands went everywhere, not
even in a gentle and caressing way. It was proper fondling. (O, how unlike the
Yuryozha we are used to!)
            The lift reached its destination. Deimos was standing outside, and
the doors slid open to reveal Yura and Seryozha in a corner, making out for all
it was worth. He was filled with a sudden and justified rage. How dare his
fucking slut of a navigator get off with someone else?! That fighter wasn’t
even hot! Well, apart from the chiselled jawline, God-given cheekbones,
piercing blue eyes, lustrous blond hair, perfect body and divine smile…
            “PHOBOS?!” he screamed.
            Yura immediately got off Seryozha, looking incredibly caught off-
guard and incredibly guilty.
            “Deimos… Oh, oh my God… сука блядь… I…”
            Deimos gave him the most furious glare in the history of the world,
then turned on his heel and stormed off.
            Yura felt like he wanted to cry. He put his face in his hands and
shook his head, in total disbelief that that had just happened. Seryozha was
not much better.
            “I should not have done that...” he said, feeling way sorrier than
words could convey. “I am so sorry…”
            “No, I shouldn’t have done that… I am such a whore… Oh my God… I’m
sorry…”
            They parted without another word.
***** Chapter 37 *****
Chapter the Thirty-Seventh
Deimos was running for his life. To where, he did not know. All he knew is that
he wanted to get away from his fucking bastard navigator, Phobos. Why did he
get with that other fighter? They’d just poured out their hearts to each other
that very morning! Did he even mean it? Was he just leading him on? That evil
cunt!
            “Watch your ass!” Cain shouted, as Deimos had just barrelled head-
on into him.
            “Sorry, Cain, but I gotta go,” Deimos replied, trying to get past
him, but being blocked by Cain grabbing him by the hair to stop him.
            “What’s up, myshonok?”
            “Nothing, Cain. Nothing. Now please let me past.”
            “Nah nah nah. I know that look. You got screwed over again, didn’t
you?”
            Deimos gave him a defiant look, but knew he’d been found out.
            “It was Phobos…” he said, battling through another wave of fury
that was washing over him.
            “Oh, was it now? Shoulda known! Isn’t he sucha slut?”
            “I don’t care about labels, Cain. He fucked with me. We were
getting it on in the morning, then in the afternoon I see him making out with
another fighter! I am so pissed.”
            Cain smiled at him like he knew something.
            “I think I know what you need,” he said. “A nice man to fuck your
troubles away. How does that sound?”
            “As long as I get to be on top.”
            Cain agreed to this, so they went into a training simulator and put
the blackout curtains down. They both stripped off, then Deimos got right to it
by spanking the hell out of Cain’s ass. His dainty hand absolutely pounded
Cain’s pale flesh, making both his ass cheeks go as red as lobsters. Cain was
unused to being the submissive, but found himself loving it.
            “Forgot lube, fuck this…” Deimos muttered angrily to himself, too
irate to get the full amount of pleasure. He spat on his hand, rubbed it in,
then shoved a finger inside Cain’s asshole.
            “Tight little motherfucker, aren’t you?” he said, sort of to Cain
and sort of to himself. “We’ll have to work on that…”
            Deimos started pummelling Cain’s anus with his finger, finding it
to be very clean inside. Almost as if he knew this was coming… Curious. There
was not a single bit of dirt, and not even that much friction. It was lovely!
            A second finger was introduced, giving Cain all kinds of feelings
that he’d never experienced before. He adored the sensation of stuff up his
ass, and he did not realise until now. When masturbating, he was strictly a
dick kind of guy, but now he really fancied using a dildo or two on himself.
Even a butt plug… During the day… Gosh, there were so many erotic
possibilities.
            “I give up with this,” Deimos hissed. “Fisting time.”
            He hoiked up a load of saliva and slathered it all the way up his
arm, then jammed his hand in. There was an almighty stab of pain as his anus
forced itself wider to accommodate Deimos’ hand, but Cain clenched really hard
because this was so amazing.
            Deimos unfurled his fingers and started to get rough, making Cain
let out very submissive screams.
            “Fuck Phobos… Fuck him… Fuck him so much…” Deimos muttered to
himself, smacking Cain’s ass impulsively with his free hand.
            He was kind of using Cain as a release for his anger, rather than a
thing to fuck, so Cain was in a small amount of agony right now. He sucked it
up, thinking that this was how rough things normally were, and focused on the
tiny shots of pleasure amongst the pain.
            Deimos gave up with anal, so withdrew his arm and wiped it on his
unitard.
            “Suck my fucking cock, Cain. Now,” he demanded.
            Cain obeyed his orders without question, really enjoying being told
what to do and being treated like this. It was actually so arousing.
            “Ahhhh… there we go…” Deimos breathed, as Cain began to give him a
great BJ. In terms of submissive things, blowjobs were the only things in which
Cain had any experience, since he gave them quite often to higher-ranking
officers in order to get promotions and medals. He knew just how to please a
horny and thirsty dude, which meant Deimos was in good hands.
            It didn’t take long for Deimos to cum, and Cain swallowed it
without even being forced to.
            “Right,” Deimos said, putting his unitard back on. “We need to get
revenge on that bitch Apollo.”
            “I thought this was about Phobos?” Cain asked, wiping the cum from
his mouth.
            “Well, yes, it is, but I don’t want to fuck him up. I like his ass
too much.”
            “He’s a good fuck, isn’t he?”
            “Anyway! Don’t remind me that you’ve fucked him too! Let’s discuss
revenge!”
            “Alright, alright, alright. Sorry. Revenge. How about… laxatives?
I’ve got some really strong ones from the Colonies in my dorm…”
            “Ew! That’s gross! What fuckhead would give someone laxatives?”
            (Olivera would have blushed, had she heard this.)
            Cain shrugged.
            “I dunno. Just a thought. Maybe we could put itching powder inside
his unitard? That would be classic.”
            Deimos snorted. “That sounds glorious. But where the fuck will we
get itching powder?”
            Cain’s face fell. “Oh. Oh yeah. Well, never mind. I have other
ideas…”
***** Chapter 38 *****
Chapter the Thirty-Eighth
Sonja was ready to infect someone with the Essence of Shrek. Her fighter, Mat,
was the most obvious choice, since he was sleeping just next to her. She
climbed up to his bunk, slithered under the covers and between his legs, then
began to give him a handjob.
            Matthias woke up, obviously, and peered under the sheet to find
Sonja with his dick in her hands. He smiled, and bade her continue. So, Sonja
started to suck his cock.
            “Oh, yeah…” Matthias said, sounding like a cowboy that has just
seen a very hot saloon girl. Sonja smiled, dick still in her mouth.
            She knew that it would be impossible for her to have an orgasm, and
thereby infect him with the Essence, so she started rubbing her clitoris at the
same time as giving a BJ. It was going really well, until Gayle entered.
            Gayle still had the key card for this room, since it used to be
hers and Matthias’, and she had had a stupid moment and thought the room was
still hers. She heard some moans and strange noises, then got aroused.
            “Can I join in?” she asked.
            “Sure!” Matthias exclaimed. “We’ll come down, and then organise the
threeway.”
            Matthias and Sonja clambered down, and decided that the best way
for this to work is if Sonja sat on Matthias’ face, while Gayle sat on his
dick. Matthias would be eating Sonja’s pussy, and Gayle would be getting her
pussy destroyed by his monstrous member. It was gonna be rad.
            They organised themselves into this position, and then began to
have some great fun. They went quite quickly, and before she knew it, Sonja was
having an orgasm. She therefore infected Matthias with the Essence of Shrek,
and when he came, he infected Gayle too. Shrek would have been so proud of
them.
***** Chapter 39 *****
Chapter the Thirty-Ninth
After a long day of training, Jaden returned to his dorm to find Laurentina
lying on her bunk in sexy lingerie. He was immediately aroused, as she had on
very suggestive and skimpy black lace underwear, not even covering her tits and
vagina. He could see everything. And he liked it.
            “Come on, Misfit. Show me how freaky you can be,” Laurentina said,
looking sultry.
            Jaden inwardly punched the air, and delved into his bag to grab
some kinky sex toys. He got a blindfold, a ball gag and a pair of handcuffs,
which he made Laurentina put on. He handcuffed her to the corner of the bunk
bed, and made her sit with her back to it and spread her legs. She did so,
incredibly excited for what was to come.
            Firstly, Jaden produced a pair of scissors which were meant for
cutting material. He advanced on Laurentina’s bra, carefully snipping one strap
off. At this first contact, Laurentina inhaled sharply through her nose. With
the lack of sight, everything was just that much more heightened and erotic.
She was wet already.
            Jaden cut the second strap off, and the front of the bra fell
forwards, revealing a perky pair of chocolatey tits. Gosh, how he loved black
women! He unhooked the bra at the back, then cast it away.
            Next, he lay on his front and passed the very tip of the scissors
over Laurentina’s underwear, making her shudder with anticipation. He started
cutting them from the hem and down the middle, the cold metal occasionally
pressing into her clit and making her gasp (well, through her nose). Once a
sufficient cut was made, Jaden’s fingers deftly ripped them off, his warm flesh
touching Laurentina, who was so ready for those fingers to just go inside her.
            Jaden then reached into his bag and hauled out a massive jar of
Nutella. He popped his finger in and got out a nice big blob, which he then
spread all the way down Laurentina’s front. He placed a generous amount on her
neck, so he could give her a hickey as he sucked it off. Once this was done, he
moved down, his tongue-work expert and arousing, licking up all the Nutella on
its way. He’d spread some on her tits, which he sucked off. He’d spread some in
a line all the way down her stomach, around her belly button, and both of them
took great joy in removing it. He’d even put some on her shaven pussy, just
above the clit, so he got really close. Laurentina was shivering with desire,
and willed Jaden to keep moving his tongue downwards.
            And he did. He made sure no Nutella was still in his mouth, then
licked all the way from her clit to the vaginal entrance. The first pass was
long, languid and slow, as if he were getting a feel for what she had down
there. Laurentina was about to explode with anticipation, and then Jaden
entered her vagina.
            She threw her head back in exultation, wishing she could speak.
However, she found the ball gag sexier, so she did not complain or use their
safe word (a signal, in this case). Jaden had a tongue as long as a giraffe’s,
and it reached so deep in Laurentina swore she’d never been eaten out better.
            Jaden worked hard to make Laurentina cum, and it worked very well.
She was so moist he didn’t need to think about lube, and his face was getting
soaked just being in there. Then, wise words from a prostitute entered his
mind: the clit is where it’s at. So, he removed his tongue from her vagina,
replaced it with a few fingers, then started pounding her clitoris.
            Laurentina was just about climaxing now, and thrashing about in her
bonds. The handcuffs, thankfully, were strong, so she did not suddenly break
free. The element of bondage that her fighter had incorporated also really
turned her on, so she was pretty much on the edge of orgasm.
            And before she knew it, she was there. She was a bit of a squirter,
so her fluids went everywhere. It was almost as much as if she had a dick! God,
it felt so great!
            “Oh, baby…” Jaden whispered, the sight of Laurentina like this
making him really hot. “You are so good… so, so good…”
            Once Laurentina had lapped up the glow of the final waves of
orgasm, Jaden removed her from her restraints and cleaned everything up.
            “So, how was that?” he asked. “We’ve never tried anything like that
before.”
            “It was… oh my God… it was amazing. What did you lick off me?”
            “Nutella.”
            Laurentina’s eyes lit up.
            “Do you have any left?” she asked excitedly.
            “Loads!” Jaden replied.
            He brought out the large jar and gave it to his navigator. She
opened the lid, her face absolutely shining, then thrust an entire hand in. She
brought out a gigantic globule and shoved it in her mouth.
            “Mmmmm… mmm… oh yes…” she muttered, licking the Nutella off her
fingers.
            “I guess I’ll leave you to it, then?”
            Laurentina nodded, and focused on the delicious hazelnut spread.
            Some time later, she felt a bit ill. She attributed it to the
Nutella, but in reality it was because she had been infected. Infected with the
Essence. The Essence of Shrek.
***** Chapter 40 *****
Chapter the Fortieth
Seryozha was conducting some repairs on his starfighter. He hadn’t actually
been out to space and used it yet, but for some reason, it was already fucked.
He’d popped into the docking station one afternoon, and found the entire side
splashed with paint in a menstrual-blood shade of red, as well as many of the
internal structures and electronics ripped out and scattered about everywhere.
He was fuming when he saw this, and knew exactly who this was down to. He let
it go, since he was the bigger person, and just got on with fixing all his
shit.
            He went to the quartermaster and inquired as to whether he had any
paint stripper.
            “What the fuck?” he scoffed. “I do uniforms and shit; I’m not a
grocery store! Piss off!”
            (Seryozha wasn’t actually sure what a grocery store was, having
learned British English, but he pretended he was on the ball.)
            “Sorry, mate. Calm your shit. I was just wondering.”
            So, he left, and tried to find if there were a grocery store on the
ship. Obviously, there was not, and he worryingly ended up getting some paint
stripper from the medical bay. He wasn’t entirely sure whythey had some, but
did not argue.
            He poured the whole bottle into a bucket from the janitor’s closet
(yes, there was one on the ship), dipped a hardy mop in, then started scrubbing
off the paint. He felt like some menial immigrant labourer, and cursed Deimos
in every language he knew. Some very rude words crossed his mind. Some very,
very rude words.
            One spot was so thick on the surface of the starfighter that
Seryozha simply could not get it off. He threw the entire contents of the
bucket onto it, and scrubbed so hard with the mop that pieces of it came off,
but it was stuck right in there. And it looked like a dick. Could this day get
any better?
            Next, he had to pretty much rewire the entire system, since Deimos
had ripped it all out and chucked it everywhere in the docking station. First
he had to collect all the bits, which took forever. Cain was standing in the
corner, and chuckling his face off every time he saw Seryozha kneel down to
pick something up. Many middle fingers were given to him.
            He thought he had collected everything, so hauled it all back to
his starfighter and got to work on putting it back. Thank the gods he knew how
to do this, otherwise he’d have been fucked. (It had taken him about a year of
extra work to learn how the starfighters worked and how to repair them, by the
way.)
            In order to do this properly, and not contaminate the delicate
parts, he had to put on some gloves. For some odd reason, the gloves he picked
out of his toolkit inside the starfighter were both FILLED with cum, so he
marched up to Cain and hurled them in his face. The cum went all over him, and
he ran away without a word to clean himself up.
            Seryozha did not want to use the foul gloves anymore, so he broke
the front windshield of Cain’s starfighter, climbed in and stole his. He
literally could not care less about the damage he’d caused. Cain could go suck
it.
            Now becoming quite hot from all his extensive exertions, Seryozha
removed his shirt. This incurred a few thirsty glances from some loitering
fighters and navigators, but he was not really concentrating on that.
            He returned to his fucked-up starfighter and got down to some
proper fixing. It didn’t take too long, since Deimos hadn’t completely ruined
everything, but when he had a look inside, Seryozha was horrified to discover
that Deimos had wreaked havoc in there too. There was semen everywhere, the
screens were all smashed, and vital components were strewn about all over the
floor. Jeanne’s bit was totally untouched, however.
            Boiling over with rage, Seryozha got to work on repairing it all.
It was a swift job, and he soon ended up in his chair, putting the final
finishing touches on the brand new glass screens in front of him.
            And then, someone began to give him a hickey. (And bite his neck
HARD.)
            “You wanna be a fighter or something, baby?” a familiar, Russian,
raspy voice whispered.
            Seryozha whipped round, his fist poised to punch Deimos’ fucking
nose off. Deimos screamed when he saw who it really was that he was kissing,
stumbling back to get away from the disgusting fighter. He wiped his mouth and
gagged.
            “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SHIP?” Deimos wailed.
            “It’s my fucking ship!” Seryozha replied, striking Deimos’ head
with the back of his hand like a schoolmaster punishing a naughty student.
“What the fuck did you just do?”
            “I thought you were Phobos!” he replied.
            Seryozha gave him the most incredulous look in the history of
incredulous looks.
            “Yes, because I look exactly like him!” he exclaimed, gesturing to
all the bits that did not look like him (ie. everything).
            “Your arm looks similar! And that’s all I saw!”
            Seryozha’s incredulous look became even more incredulous.
            “Just get out,” he spat. “Next time I’ll slit your throat.”
            Deimos chuckled, since the results of his neck-kissing/biting had
now made themselves very obvious. He’d really gone fast and hard, so there was
a red bite mark right in plain sight.
            “What the fuck is it now?” Seryozha asked.
            “That hickey… bite mark… whatever. It looks great.”
            Seryozha’s eyes widened like a fat-ass planet, and he slapped his
hand on his neck.
            “You motherfucker…”
            Deimos shrugged.
            “What can I say? Have a good afternoon, Apollo.”
            With that, he turned and left.
            Seryozha immediately inspected his neck in a reflective glass
screen. God, Deimos was like a little lion or something; the bite mark was
stupidly visible! How did he even manage to do that in one second? He was a
true hickey king.
            After finishing the last of the repairs, Seryozha exited his
starfighter with one hand firmly on his neck.
***** Chapter 41 *****
Chapter the Forty-First
That very evening, there was an eventful dinner time. Cain and Seryozha, as
usual, sat on the same table, as they enjoyed having boasting competitions and
fighting. Today they were discussing how many people they’ve banged at the same
time. Cain was currently winning with his implausible story of how he managed
to anally penetrate ten girls at once, but he immediately stopped in his tracks
when he noticed a certain mark on his rival’s slender neck.
            “What’s that, eh?” he taunted, having a look at it.
            “Oh, shit…” Seryozha said to himself, trying in vain to cover it up
again.
            “No no no, my dear Apollo. Let me have a little glimpse.”
            Seryozha tried not to throw up as Cain went up really close to have
a peek, then started when he suddenly started screaming in manic laughter.
            “Oh, Apollo, you do make me laugh!” he said through the gargantuan
guffaws. “You said you were such a dom! Such a dom! But now… oh my God… now you
are someone’s bitch! Someone’s SLUT! Who is it?”
            Seryozha rolled his eyes, trying to keep some dignity.
            “Let me guess, then…” Cain said, thoroughly enjoying this.
“Endymion?”
            Bautista turned to face the person that had just said his name, and
gave him a death stare.
            “Fuck off,” he said, before returning to his deep conversation with
Olivera.
            “Hadrian?”
            Johan scoffed at such a ridiculous notion.
            “Who, then, fair Apollo? Nisus? Misfit? Even… a navigator? I think
Phobos has got something of a dom in him…”
            “Oh, fuck off!” Seryozha said, dismissing Cain’s antics with one of
his signature fabulous waves of the hand. He was also kind of blushing, since
he began to think of all the stuff he’d done with that nav. (And there had been
quite a bit.)
            Cain gave him a smug smile.
            “Of course. I know exactly who. Your navigator!”
            Jeanne stood up abruptly.
            “What the fuck, Apollo? You let someone else fuck you, without even
fucking me? You are the sleaziest little slut I’ve ever met!”
            She climbed over her table and ran towards him, hand outstretched.
At the last minute, she curled her fingers in and threw a powerful punch right
in his face.
            “Go to hell, you bitch!” she screamed, running out of the room.
            “Oh, fucking hell… Jesus fucking Christ…” Seryozha muttered,
catching all the blood that was dripping from his nose in cupped hands. “Are
you kidding me?”
            Cain was beside himself with laughter now, no longer able to
breathe. Some of the others were like that as well, since they were on Cain’s
side and hated Seryozha. There was an awkward silence from the others, since
they either did not know/care what was going on, or were on Seryozha’s side and
had no idea what to do.
            “Oh my God, Apollo! It just keeps getting better and better! Look
at yourself!”
            “Now you can shut up right this second, before I do the same to
you,” he replied, through gritted teeth since the pain really was unbearable.
            “I’ll take you to the medical bay, dear,” Cain teased, taking him
by the hand like his boyfriend or some shit. Seryozha lashed out, making Cain
basically slap himself in the face.
            “That is it,” Seryozha growled. “I’m not even going to talk to you
anymore. You are a waste of time. Good evening, and I hope you choke on your
borsch.”
            Seryozha got up, one hand still protecting his nose, then took
himself off to the medical bay.
                                       ~
“Now, youlook really sexy,” the medical attendant said when he came in.
Seryozha gave him a withering death-glare.
            “Fix it, please. I don’t have time for funny business.”
            The attendant chuckled to herself, then got some medical stuff. As
she was cleaning the blood off, Seryozha got a look at himself in the
reflection in her goggles. He almost screamed.
            “It’s SIDEWAYS!” he shrieked. “Fucking SIDEWAYS!”
            The attendant patted him on the shoulder. “Calm down, dear. That’s
what it often looks like. Don’t worry, I’m going to reset it. It will look just
fine.”
            Seryozha gave her an irate, but terrified look.
            “What does that mean?” he asked, very wary.
            “I just have to click it back into place,” she replied
nonchalantly.
            “Great choice of word there…” Seryozha said, now actually dreading
this. “Is there any way that it won’t hurt?”
            The medical attendant gave him a sympathetic smile. “Nope,” she
said. “It’s gonna hurt.”
            “It can’t hurt any more than it does now. Get it over and done
with.”
            The attendant flicked a bit of her fiery, short, ginger hair out of
her eyes, then prepared herself for the task ahead. She put her hands on either
side of the fucked-up bridge of Seryozha’s fucked-up nose.
            “I’ll do it as fast as possible,” she said. “Ready.”
            “Yes. Alright. Fine. Just go.”
            “One… two…”
            As she said ‘three’, a massive crash and orchestra noise came from
her phone. Some distinctive dramatic German music started blaring out. The
attendant jumped at this, and her hands slipped. She almost pulled his nose off
his face, leaving it even worse than it was before, with some raw flesh and
cartilage now visible.
            “Пизда! Сука блядь! Чё за галима?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?”
            “BUTTS!” a deep and grumbling voice barked. “What did I tell you
about leaving your phone on during the day?”
            The red-haired attendant went red. “Sorry, sir!” she called.
            “FIX THIS!” Seryozha demanded, blood now freely running down all
over his face and neck.
            “Alright, alright! I’m sorry!” she replied. “I’ll actually do it
fast this time!”
            Without warning, she clicked his nose back into a normal position.
Another spray of blood poured out at this action, but Seryozha’s nose was
pretty much back to normal, so it was alright. A bit of cartilage was still
visible, but the attendant pushed that back under a gross flap of skin. She
wiped her hands on her white scrubs, which duly got a nice red stain on them.
Throughout this, Seryozha had fought back a tide of awful swears, but he now
let them loose.
            “Woah there, fighter! Calm your ass!” she exclaimed. “You’re
alright now!”
            She covered his nose in bandages, making it look incredibly stupid,
then sent him on his way. O, how he’d be teased by Cain for this…
***** Chapter 42 *****
Chapter the Forty-Second
As all of this stupid shit was going on, Carlo and Johan were having a very
important discussion.
            “I want to be your bitch, Hadrian,” Carlo said, for what appeared
to be the fiftieth time.
            “I don’t want you to be my bitch,” Johan replied, trying to remain
calm.
            “Why not? Are you telling me that you’ve had no sexual urges over
the whole mission so far?”
            Johan sighed heavily. “No, I’m not saying that at all, but—”
            “Exactly! So why don’t you just fuck me?”
            “Because I don’t want to fuck you! Can you not drum that into your
tiny mind?”
            “But Hadrian—”
            “No. Shut up, now. I do not want to have sex with you.”
            Carlo huffed and puffed.
            “Fine,” he eventually said. “I don’t think we’re compatible.”
            “Do you want to get reassigned?” Johan asked, quite taken aback.
            “Yes. If you won’t fuck me, then I want a new fighter. One that
will fuck me.”
            “Right then. Let’s go to the Commander and request a change.”
            “Alright. Come on.”
            They both got up at the same time and went to Milankovic’s office.
Milankovic was busy eating some delicious borsch with black bread, and grumbled
when he heard the door knock. He was happily surprised, though, to see that
sexy navigator at the door— that one he liked, with the lovely jawline and
cheekbones. He was prepared to listen to whatever he said.
            “We would like to request to be reassigned, sir,” Johan stated.
            “And why is that?” he replied. “Hurry up, my borsch is getting
cold!” He clapped rapidly in Johan’s face.
            “We are not compatible, sir.”
            “Seems legit. Here’s some papers. Give them to me at evening
briefing. Goodbye.”
            “Yes, sir!” they both barked in unison, saluting him.
                                       ~
They filled in the forms, and at evening briefing they handed them to Commander
Milankovic.
            “Now then, officers,” Marat said. “These two—” and he pointed to
Chon— “want to be reassigned. Anyone want to volunteer for this?”
            There was an awkward silence. A few of the pairings unconsciously
moved closer to each other (looking at Sasha & Sasha and Sonja and Matthias
here).
            “Really? We’re not in primary school here, this is a military
fucking organisation! Get it together! Someone VOLUNTEER!”
            Cain spoke up: “I volun—”
            “No.” Milankovic immediately shot him down. “I choose… Sherlock and
Watson. Watson, go with Hadrian, and Sherlock, go with Antinous.”
            Carlo and Johan had a look at Alice and Matilda, their new
partners. All four of them were quite annoyed, since they were all gay so
wouldn’t be having sex at all. Alice and Matilda were also fucking anyway, and
now they wouldn’t be able to. However, they held their tongues, because as
Milankovic said, this was a military organisation. You don’t exactly question
your orders.
            “Yes, sir,” Matildice said in unison.
            “Navigators, move to the dorm of your new fighter. I will give you
half an hour to relocate your things, and then I expect you back and doing some
evening training.”
            “Yes, sir!” Carlo and Matilda cried, giving him a salute and
disappearing.
            “Follow them, fighters! Jesus Christ, do I have to tell you
everything?!”
            The fighters also saluted, then followed their new navs to their
dorms.
            “So…” Matilda said, as she walked with Johan to her dorm. “How are
things?”
            “They’re fine,” Johan replied, not even turning to look at her.
“How are things with you?”
            “Good, good…”
            There was a very long silence. Matilda was embarrassed that her
small talk had failed so hard.
            However, she did not need to be so, as the talk between Carlo and
Alice went just as badly.
            “I’m a lesbian, so don’t you even think about having sex with me,”
Alice stated.
            “I’m gay, so you’re alright,” Carlo replied.
            And that was it. Needless to say, there was no sex that night.
***** Chapter 43 *****
Chapter the Forty-Third
One night, a few days after his reassignment, Carlo was up late doing some
work. He had been given a special task by Keeler, to work on the designs for a
new type of engine for the starfighters. He was meant to be doing it with Yura,
but the following conversation will illustrate about how well that went.
            “What the fuck are these specs?” Yura said, looking closely at the
screen. “This is so shit! Our machines ran on this crap about ten years ago!”
            “Your machines being what?” Carlo retorted, not in the mood for any
elitist bullshit.
            “Russian machines,” Yura replied.
            “Oh, Jesus… You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Carlo said under his
breath, meaning for only himself to hear it. However, Yura was right next to
him, so it was kind of impossible not to catch it.
            “One of them… Fuck you, asshole. That’s just fucking racist, or
whatever the word is.”
            “Racist? I’m not being racist!” Carlo exclaimed. (He was getting
defensive at someone pulling the race card on him, even though the someone was
fucking white.) “I’m just saying that you’re Russian, so I don’t like you!”
            “Well isn’t that somuch less rude?” Yura cried, absolutely burning
with sarcasm.
            “Keep your ushanka on, tovarisch! I’m just saying, not many people
in the West like you guys! You arethe Colonies— as in, colonised by us!”
            That was a low blow. All Russians were still pissed at that whole
business, even though it happened some time ago, and a non-Russian bringing
that up to them was pretty much a death sentence. Yura could have given all the
Gayle faces in the world, and it still would not have equated to even a
millionth part of the fury he felt inside.
            “Fuck. You. To. Hell.I’m not working with you anymore; this shit is
ridiculous. Enjoy your shitty-ass engine specs on your own!”
            Yura got up from the chair, kicked it right out of the way, then
stormed from the room. (And he was a bit confused as to why he was so irascible
these days— but it was probably to do with the stress of this mission. Oh, how
he needed a good fuck…)
            So, as you can see, Carlo and Yura did not get on. Yura had pissed
off to go do something away from him, leaving Carlo to do everything else. And
since it was meant to be a two-person task, it took him nigh on forever. Thus,
at around 23:30, he was still doing the work.
            He had finished working on the designs for the new engine, but he
needed to get into an adjacent room to log that he had done so. However, this
room was only open to certain high-ranking officers, so had a password. It was
an anomaly that Carlo was doing this task, so therefore he was not one of the
few that knew this password. And he kind of needed it, or Keeler would be
annoyed at him. He’d been getting annoyed with just about everyone recently,
and Carlo did not want to be the next on his list of wrath.
            He peered through the glass of the door, seeing exactly the
computer on which he needed to log his shit. He knocked a couple of times, just
in case anyone was in there. But it was gods-damned LATE; no one sane would be
up at this time, let alone doing work. Carlo had to find someone that knew the
password.
            First, he went to the navigators’ training area. Outside the main
door, he heard some noises, and he punched the air at his great luck. However,
when he went inside, he found a very different scene.
            Jeanne was sitting on Matilda’s face, while Alice was licking
Matilda’s pussy. All of their screams could be heard in an accidental harmony,
and Carlo felt like he was intruding on something very private.
            Alice was the first to notice the new arrival. She withdrew her
head from Matilda’s vagina, wiped her face of all the wetness, then asked him
what the fuck he was doing.
            “I don’t suppose any of you know the password for the logging
room?” he asked, averting his eyes from so much titty.
            “No. Why the fuck would we know that?”
            “I don’t know. No need to get pissy at me! I was just wondering!
But alright. See you later, Sherlock.”
            Alice gave him a middle finger, then returned to their threesome.
            As Carlo walked down the corridor, he tried not to throw up. He was
mildly uncomfortable at the sight of pussies on the best of days, but today
(not the best of days) he felt positively ill. They just looked so… disgusting.
Wrinkly, pink, raw, ugly… Not like the mighty phallus at all. He had no idea
how people could be into those gross hairy clams.
            He decided to investigate the fighters’ training area, where he
knew certain people like Cain enjoyed doing training simulations whilst
completely plastered late at night. However, today Carlo was out of luck,
because the indomitable fighter was not here this evening. He was treated to a
scene far more to his taste.
            Yura and Seryozha were making out like the world was ending. They
were feeling each other up, fondling, groping, all of that shit that meant they
were so horny. Carlo’s face lit up, and he could not help but watch.
            They had become so heated that they’d travelled across the room,
and now Yura was lying on his back on a bench press. Seryozha leapt up and
straddled him, steadying himself by holding on to the weight that was still on
the piece of equipment.
            “Fuck me now, Apollo… Please…” Yura begged, ripping his clothes off
as fast as a rat out of an aqueduct.
            He contorted himself into a really weird position, kind of with his
legs up and almost over his head, but it made his asshole nice and visible and
very wide. Seryozha fumbled around for some lube, and once he found his trusty
little pot, he unzipped his unitard all the way to the meat and two veg and
lubed everything up.
            I would love to include a poetic and romantic description of how
they made love so passionately and beautifully, how they bonded, felt so
intimate, became one being, but I simply cannot. This was the sort of fuck that
two horny-ass bitches have when they haven’t gotten laid in a long time, and
needto release their lust. Yura and Seryozha had actually not banged before,
due to Yura’s anal injury of Cain’s causing, and other extraneous
circumstances, but tonight seemed to be the perfect time, and they just HAD to
get it on. It was messy, inelegant, rough and very wild. The bench press was
shaking from its very foundations, things were squeaking, the men were sweating
and grunting, and everything was in general like what one would see in a very
amateur porno.
            But Carlo loved it. He had a proper boner upon viewing this dog-
like fucking (seriously, they were going at it like two horny canines), and was
in a good mind to just jack off, but then Yura noticed him.
            “ANTINOUS?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?”he
screamed. “GET OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW!”
           Seryozha was still balls-deep in his ass, so turned around just a
little to see what all the fuss was about. Seeing Carlo staring at them with an
erection tearing at his pants, he uttered a long stream of swears and yelled at
him to piss the fuck off.
            “I was just wondering if either of you knew the passcode to the
logging room?” he asked, undeterred.
            “DO WE LOOK IN A POSITION TO KNOW OR TELL YOU THAT?” Yura shrieked.
            Carlo raised his hands defensively. “Sorry, boys. You have fun now
though.”
            He turned around, and grinned when he heard the noise of their
intense fucking return to his ears, as if they had never been interrupted.
            Carlo had no idea where to go next, but eventually thought that the
mess hall would be a viable place. Someone was bound to be high and looking for
munchies, right?
            When he entered, he was greeted to a scene of Laurentina on a table
riding Jaden’s dick. She looked like a cowgirl on a rodeo bull, with one arm in
the air, whooping and shouting, moving her hips all around to keep herself
balanced.
            “Yeah, baby!” she cried.
            “Girl gotta bounce if she wanna taste the honey!” Jaden replied,
reaching up to hold her by the waist.
            “Imma bounce so good, baby! So, so good!”
            She did just that, going at a speed a Ferrari would be jealous of.
She had a poofy high ponytail in at this point, and it was flying about in a
ridiculously fast rhythm. Carlo had no idea how she could physically be moving
this quickly. However, this was not what he wanted to see. He just needed the
damn password!
            “Password. Logging room. Do you have it?” he asked, breaking up
their sex rhythm very abruptly. They completely ignored it, as they were both
busy having earth-shaking orgasms. Carlo huffed and puffed, then left them to
it. 
***** Chapter 44 *****
Chapter the Forty-Fourth
Having given up, Carlo walked to the lift in order to get back to his dorm.
After he called it, he waited for the lift to arrive. As he did so, he closed
his eyes and started thinking of the new engine’s specs again, trying to
remember the exact details. He was so focused on this that he entered the lift,
when it arrived, without noticing its unconventional cargo.
            “Oh… oh baby… oh my God…” Gayle whispered over the plinky-plonky
elevator music.
            “Uh… uh… oh, yeah…” Alyosha grunted.
            Carlo was drawn out of his reverie, and looked over to find Gayle
and Alyosha having sex doggy-style. He grimaced, but could not do anything
about it. In silence— except for the occasional moan— they ascended up the
decks, the music providing an extra layer of awkwardness to the scene.
            The elevator slowed to a halt, and Carlo coughed very un-subtly to
get the lovers’ attention. As the doors opened, they turned to look at him.
Then they turned to look at Mat.
            “STRAWBERRY?What the hell are you doing?” he screamed. “I thought
you were fucking me?”
            Gayle was otherwise engaged in being fucked by Alyosha, so did not
reply. She was just succumbing to the first pleasures of climax, and threw her
head back in euphoria.
            Matthias had to get to a different floor, so stepped into the lift
and punched the correct button. Thus, they continued to ascend. The music was
still playing, as if it were mocking Matthias in his lost love affair, and
making Carlo want to climb out of the lift in awkwardness.
            The lift stopped again, a retro dinging sound announcing the
opening of the doors. Standing outside was Gayle’s third lover, Jacobus. He
literally screamed at the sight of her and Alyosha having sex. Alyosha was
personally offended by this, so withdrew his penis from Gayle and stood up to
his full height.
            “She is mywoman!” he cried.
            “She was mine first!” Matthias countered.
            “She is mine now!” Jacobus hollered. “She’s my navigator! None of
you must touch her!”
            “Boys, boys, calm down!” Gayle interrupted, before any fights could
occur. “I know exactly how to sort this out.”
            They all turned to look at her, trying to focus on her words,
rather than her full-on naked body.
            “You must fight to the death,” she announced. “Tomorrow evening,
you must get into your starfighters, fly into enemy space and fight to the
death. Whoever is the last one standing will win me.”
            “That’s a really awful idea, by the way,” Carlo, who had not spoken
much recently, piped up.
            “Shut up, swine,” Alyosha spat, slapping him across the face with
the back of his hand. He crumpled to the floor, nursing his now bruised cheek.
            “We will fight to the death!” Matthias agreed. “You will both die!”
            “No, it is youwho will be the one dying!” Jacobus retorted.
            “Pah! In reality, it is both of you who will be dying, for I will
triumph!” Alyosha thundered. “Now, let us go and rest for our battle!”
            They all parted ways and began to think of strategies for their
upcoming fight.
            Now, my friends, were you paying attention? This means that Alyosha
now is infected with the Essence of Shrek! That is very important for the next
chapter… 
***** Chapter 45 *****
Chapter the Forty-Fifth
Alyosha woke up suddenly, feeling a pleasurable and intense sensation on his
dick. He peered under the covers to find his navigator, Sasha the Soldier,
sucking him off.
            “Oh, you wonderful nav…” he moaned, submitting to the excellent BJ.
            Sasha the Soldier did not pause to react, but just kept on going.
Alyosha tried not to utter some very sluttish-sounding cries— rather, he held
them back by biting his lip. He honestly adored blowjobs, and waking up to one
was probably the greatest pleasure he could think of.
            Very soon, Alyosha came in Sasha’s mouth, and he swallowed it.
Sadly, that meant he was well and truly infected with the Essence of Shrek, and
he was only about to transmit it to more people. Gosh, it’s like Ebola up in
here!
            During the day, Sasha the Soldier got very horny. One of the side
effects of the Shrek-Essence disease was increased sex drive, and he had never
had it so bad. He had a constant boner for the entire morning, and during lunch
he slyly jerked off whilst sipping his borsch. No one noticed, thankfully, but
it still did not hit the spot. He needed something real to fuck.
            He spotted his favourite pairing and OTP, Nisus and Euryalus. He
was overcome with a desire to destroy their asses, but tempered this feeling
with the recollection that they were underage. Sasha didn’t know quite how old
they were, but they certainly weren’t done with puberty yet. Alarm bells were
ringing, but Sasha the Soldier’s penis just did not care.
            He went over to where they were sitting, interrupting the
surreptitious romantic moment they were having.
            “Hello, boys,” he said, making his tone of voice just a little bit
provocative. “I have to do some repairs on my starfighter, and I’ve heard you
know them inside andout. Would you mind helping me?”
            “Who told you that?” Sasha K asked, genuinely surprised that he had
a reputation for being good at that shit.
            “No one in particular, that’s just the word going round. I’d love
you two to fix some things for me.”
            “I guess we can,” Sasha B said, also surprised. “What’s broken?”
            “I think I’ll need to show you. Come with me.”
            They followed him into his starfighter, and he showed them the
imaginary repairs that needed doing. They were all very low down, meaning that
when Sasha B had a look, his ass stuck up and provided the two others with a
very arousing sight.
            Sasha the Soldier bit his lip when he saw Sasha B’s round and ripe
ass cheeks visible in all their glory. Sasha K had a few erotic thoughts as
well. Sasha the Soldier let out an appreciative whistle, totally by accident.
Sasha B immediately shot up, trying to cover his ass in vain. He knew
exactlywhat had just happened.
            “Excuse me!” he exclaimed. “That was crass!”
            “Your ass is so sexy, though…” Sasha the Soldier said.
            “Oi, fuck off! He’s my nav!” Sasha K interrupted.
            “Can’t you let me have him for just one time?”
            “Only if I get to fuck you as well,” Sasha K conceded.
            “Nisus!” Sasha B shrieked.
            His pleas were not heeded, and very soon he was on his hands and
knees with his asshole out. Sasha the Soldier searched for some lube, and after
he’d found it, he lathered up and thrust in.
            “Do you consent to this?” Sasha the Soldier asked.
            “Fine, fine…” Sasha B replied, succumbing to the wonderful feeling
of anal penetration.
            “Nisus, get inside me,” Sasha the Soldier ordered.
            And thus, the three Sashas had sex. It was quite amusing, since
they all had exactly the same name, but had no idea. To be honest, it would
have been incredibly confusing if they did, and were using them. Which Sasha’s
name would they be screaming out during climax, after all? But nevertheless,
they had a good time, and Sasha the Soldier wrangled it so he came in both of
their faces. Sasha & Sasha swallowed the infected semen, and the Essence of
Shrek began to invade their bodies. 
***** Chapter 46 *****
Chapter the Forty-Sixth
Cain was on the prowl for a ripe ass to fuck. He’d banged many of the navs on
the ship that were to his taste, but wanted someone else. That navigator
Euryalus really took his fancy, but he was not sure how he would go about
seducing and fucking him. He seemed God-damn devoted to his fighter already.
            At dinner time, Cain sought out the nav. When he walked up to the
borsch-dispensing machine, Cain stalked after him and loitered as Sasha B’s
borsch was pouring into his bowl.
            “Are you a slut, Euryalus?” Cain asked.
            Sasha B gave him a quizzical look. “No…” he replied, very wary of
Cain’s next move.
            “Are you sure?”
            “Yes…”
            “D’you wanna have sex with me?”
            “No!”
            “Yes you do.”
            “No I don’t!” Sasha B exclaimed, stepping back as Cain was now very
close to his face.
            “I will throw boiling borsch on you if you don’t consent, Euryalus.
Keep that in mind.”
            Sasha B rolled his eyes, masking his fear with nonchalance.
            “Why don’t you have sex with your own navigator?” he suggested.
            “No. I want to have sex with you. Now shut up, come to my dorm and
spread your ass cheeks.”
            Sasha B grimaced at Cain’s crude language, and instinctively
protected his bowl of borsch, which was now almost spilling over. Cain pressed
the button to stop the borsch dispensing, then dipped his finger in and spread
a smear of it across Sasha B’s lips. He tried to stop him, but Cain went in and
kissed it off.
            “Was that supposed to be seductive?” he asked, not sure where his
sass was coming from, but enjoying it all the same.
            Cain did not reply. He dipped his finger into the borsch again,
then traced a line down his jawline and neck. Sasha B slapped his hand away,
but could not prevent Cain from licking it off in a hickey-giving-like manner.
            “That is gross; it’s going to be sticky!” he noted.
            “And you know what else is going to be sticky?” Cain said with a
seductive air. Then, his voice hardened. “Your entire body covered in borsch,
if you don’t have sex with me right now!”
            Sasha B groaned so loudly that a few people turned to look at him.
            “Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine…” he eventually said. “Do nottell Nisus about
this, though.”
            Cain smiled his signature creepy smile. “Excellent,” he stated.
“Truly excellent. Come with me; I think I’ll need my anal stretchers to sort
out your ass…”
            Sasha B gulped, gagging simultaneously. As you can tell, he was
nota kinky person in bed. He’d only been ‘in bed’ a handful of times anyway.
His first time had been with Nisus, on this mission! He had no idea about sex!
            Without arousing the attention of Sasha K or Abel, the pair of them
slunk out of the mess hall. Sasha B was shitting himself (although not
literally, for that would be a disaster for their anal sex), while Cain was
getting hard already. He rubbed his hands together with glee, thinking of how
many ways he could ravage this navigator’s butthole.
            As soon as they were inside the dorm, Cain slammed the door shut
and got Sasha B on the floor. His and Abel’s bed was down there, with all the
covers arranged nicely, so he got a very nice surface on which to lie. Cain had
made him lay on his front, rather than the hands-and-knees position he was used
to, so he was a little uncoordinated.
            “Arch your back more, bitch,” Cain ordered, grabbing Sasha B by the
hair and physically doing it for him. “Show me that tight hole.”
            Sasha B was a flexible little shit (as well as a medical
certificate, he had a gymnastics certificate as well), so could hold this
extreme arch without much discomfort. It was like the cobra position, the
amount he was stretching.
            “There we go…” Cain said, satisfied. He spread Sasha’s legs a
little, in order to expose as much of his anus as possible, then inspected the
hole. He was not impressed with it, so tutted and shook his head. He took
something from his toy bag, and handed it to Sasha B.
            “I recommend you do this before we fuck. I make Abel do it every
night. Don’t worry, it’s clean.”
            Sasha B looked at the curious device Cain had just given him. On
the side it read ‘ENEMATIC 2400’, and it came with a small and crumpled-up
instruction manual. He smoothed it out, and as soon as he saw some diagrams of
asses, he realised what this machine was for.
            “No offence, boo, but you gotta be clean. I’ve made all my lovers
do this, except that whore Phobos, because he seems to do it anyway.”
            (Sasha B did notneed to know that.)
            He wandered off to the bathroom and read the directions. He had to
shove a jet of water up his ass, give himself an enema… God, the things he’d
done on this ship. This wasn’t even the worst.
            Sasha stuck the thing right up in there and turned it on. It was
the weirdest feeling ever, not quite uncomfortable but not quite arousing. The
machine was quite loud as well, killing any of the sexual mood that Cain may
have been feeling before.
            Once the enema process had been completed, Sasha waited some time
to make sure the last of the water had drained out (as per the instructions).
Once he was sure everything was nice and clean, he returned to the bed.
            “Now then, my dear Euryalus, time to face the penis.”
            Sasha B screwed his eyes shut and awaited penetration. When it
first came, he winced and gasped sharply as Cain’s sizeable, adult dick entered
his asshole, but soon got used to it, so was content with biting his lip and
grimacing as he endured the fucking. Cain was going at it very wildly, Sasha’s
gorgeous blond hair bouncing in time with his vigorous thrusts.
            Soon, Cain came deep inside of him, then withdrew and cleaned up.
Sasha B stood up to leave, his ass throbbing a surprising amount, but Cain
grabbed his arm and stopped him.
            “You didn’t cum. Why was that?”
            “Why do you think?” he replied, his voice awkwardly shaky due to
his after-sex mien. “I didn’t enjoy it that much. You didn’t go long enough.”
            Cain took that as a personal affront to his semen stamina, and
snorted.
            “Pah! I could have gone on for so much longer! I just didn’t think
you could handle it! Now, time to make you cum.”
            He clasped his hands around Sasha B’s only just erect penis, and
gave him a handjob. He came after a while, ejaculating a decent amount. Cain
cleaned it all up, but alas! One tiny blob had squirted onto his lip, and he
had since licked his lips to moisten them up! He had contracted the Essence of
Shrek!
***** Chapter 47 *****
Chapter the Forty-Seventh
The clock struck nine. It was time for the faceoff. Jacobus, Matthias and
Alyosha strode up to the docking station, helmets and spacesuits on, ready to
destroy their enemies. Gayle was there too, to referee the match and see its
outcome.
            “Okay, my lovelies, what you must do is get into your starfighters,
fly out, then form a triangle facing each other. I will be on the microphone—”
with that she gestured to a headset which she’d stolen from Keeler— “and I’ll
tell you when to start. The last one standing wins. Good luck.”
            Inside, she was terrified at the thought that some of them would
die, but tried to remain unfazed on the outside. Each of them took turns to
give her a final parting kiss (and in Matthias’ case, a quick boob-grab), then
made for their starfighters.
            There were tears in Gayle’s eyes as they zoomed out into space. She
was in the perfect position to view them, so put on the headset and waited for
them to form a triangle.
            “Are you ready, my dears?” she asked, after they were prepared.
            “Yes, my wonderful girl,” Matthias replied.
            “Certainly, divine woman,” Alyosha replied.
            “Yep, babe,” Jacobus replied.
            “Okay then… Three, two, one… GO!”
            Huge volleys of fire poured out of all three ships, most of them
wildly off-target. Sometimes, something would hit its mark, and a small
explosion would damage one starfighter. Alyosha looked to have the upper hand,
since he had the best model (the Rozhdestvo* Mk-XVII) with the biggest guns,
but the others were holding their own quite well.
                *that’s a Russian word, and if you look it up you’ll find it
has a rather MERRY definition. That was a clue.
            “Come on, Mr Babcock, come on…” Matthias whispered to himself,
pressing buttons and trying to emit the most firepower from his measly
starfighter. He soon decided to change to different ammunition: high-powered
lasers. These were an experimental feature on his ship, so he wasn’t sure how
well they’d work.
            By God, they worked very well. The first laser shot cut right
through one wing of Jacobus’ starfighter, and his ship lurched to one side.
            “Ah, shit!” Jacobus hissed, upping his bombardment to as much as he
could. The ammo counter on his screen was dropping down fast.
            Alyosha, at that moment, decided to bring out the big guns,
metaphorically. He switched to a super-powerful laser, which was so much better
than the piddly one in Matthias’ starfighter. However, his was also in an
experimental stage, and he had ramped up the power to a dangerous figure. He
had no idea if it would be effective.
            Now, it would really depend on your definition of effective,
whether you’d say it was or not. Alyosha let loose with two burning laser
beams, which caused both Jacobus’ and Matthias’ ships to explode in a ball of
insane red fire, but Newton’s Laws sadly were upheld. The backwards force of
the lasers was so great that Alyosha’s starfighter went reeling back, crashing
into the ship with a thud that everyone felt.
            Gayle was sobbing now, with tears running freely from her eyes. She
tasted the saltiness on her lips and cursed her emotions. She had only fucked
them; it wasn’t like they were going out or anything! Why was she sad about
their deaths?
            Wiping the tears away, she went and returned the headset to
Keeler’s office. He did not notice a thing, but that was really not what Gayle
was focusing on. She could barely see through the waterfall pouring from her
eyeballs, and was so miserable that she could hardly think. Her mind was a
complete mess. I mean, she had just witnessed the deaths of her three lovers.
She was bound to be just a little sad.
            Little did she know, one certain boy had survived his ship
exploding. A Mr Mullally had grabbed on to a bit of wreckage as he was thrown
into space, and used the thrusters on his spacesuit to gently glide back to
safety. He was severely injured, but limped off to the medical bay. All of this
happened with Gayle unawares. How depressing to think that she thought Jacobus
was dead! Dramatic irony much!
***** Chapter 48 *****
Chapter the Forty-Eighth
Shrek’s human minions were proud of their work so far. As they snuck off in
Bautista’s starfighter to go and report back to their Ogre Master, they began
to discuss how many people they’d infected.
            “I started a brilliant chain reaction!” Sonja exclaimed. “I spread
it to Cream, who then spread it to Strawberry! It was glorious!”
            “I fucked Scarlett so many times; she’s probably going to die of
the Essence in hours!” Jaden boasted.
            “Well you know what? I heard that some other fighter fucked
Strawberry! So they’ve got the Essence as well! I think I’ve been the best so
far,” Sonja replied.
            “Some people are saying that Cain’s been a bit under the weather
recently,” Bautista noted. “Who’s been banging him?”
            The other three looked at each other and shook their heads slowly.
            “That means he must have fucked…” Olivera began, going off into
some deep thoughts. “Well, as far as we know, he could have had sex with
Scarlett, Cream, Strawberry or that fighter who apparently had sex with her.
Does that seem feasible?”
            “Absolutely not,” Bautista stated. “Cain goes for the young, pretty
and androgynous boys; not girls, or mediocre guys like Cream! He has a very
predictable taste.”
            “Really?!” Olivera cried, shocked and interested by this new
information. “Who fits that description then? Who’s he fucked?”
            “Well, his navigator obviously,” Bautista answered. “That Abel
looks like his dream man. To be honest, I’m not certain of anyone else he’s
fucked, but it seems pretty evident that on the day when we switched, he’d have
fucked his temporary nav too.”
            “Phobos… Oh, oh yeah. Definitely. He is the literal definition of
young, pretty and androgynous. He kind of reminds me of someone we learned
about in history... What was his name? Vanya? Vanya Makavich?”
            “VASILIY MAKAROV!” Sonja interjected. “I love him!”
            “Ohhhh, mmm, yes. Yes. That’s the one,” Olivera replied, kind of
getting aroused at the thought of lovely Vasiliy. “Phobos is totally like him.
And apparently he’s a bit of a slut… Phobos, I mean. Is he?”
            “Fuck he is,” Jaden said. “I’ve seen him flirting with just about
everyolder fighter on this ship. Seems like someone is thirsty for a
sugardaddy…”
            Olivera and Sonja got hot at the thought of having a sugardaddy,
but contained their vaginal juices.
            “I think that slut-shaming is so2013,” Olivera noted. “Phobos can
be a slut if he wants.”
            “Phobos is a slut,” Jaden replied, his slut-shaming attitude really
disappointing Olivera’s social justice side. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he
asked to have sex with me!”
            “Now that’s not very nice language, is it?” Olivera scolded him.
“Let us not judge!”
            “This is beside the point, guys,” Sonja, who was navigating for
this trip, cut in. “All we know is that the Essence of Shrek is spreading, so
the Master will be proud of us.”
            “Here we are!” Bautista, the fighter for this trip, exclaimed.
“Prepare your assholes!”
            They landed and were received like heroes returning from a war
which they had won. They were escorted by a variety of exotic dancers and
prostitutes into the main control room, where Shrek was waiting for them.
            “We are your eternal suppliants, O great Shrek,” they chorused,
getting into a praying position at his mighty feet.
            “Get up, you grovelling fools!” he boomed. “Report to me of your
progress!”
            They obeyed his orders without question, apologizing profusely for
their terrible behaviour.
            “Blonde female, tell me all,” he demanded.
            “Certainly, Master Shrek,” she replied, with a bow for added
subservience. “Everything is going very well, O divine Majesty. We have,
combined, infected a number of people, and it looks to be spreading. All the
meagre and feeble humans seem to have a lot of sex, illustrious and glorious
Shrek.”
            Shrek nodded slowly, his tube-like ears bobbing in time.
            “Excellent, my minions. But now, I no longer need you.”
            Olivera got onto her knees, spreading her arms wide to receive an
heroic death from the eternal Ogre. She was ready to give the ultimate
sacrifice— her life— for this mighty cause.
            “Take me, O Shrek,” she said, in an almost hysterical frenzy. “I am
ready.”
            Shrek grabbed her and sat her on his beauteous face. With his huge,
grimy teeth, he started biting her pussy, vaginally penetrating her with his
anaconda-like tongue. She screamed in pain, but endured it due to her manically
fervent state.
            He produced a vat of sulphuric acid from underneath his throne, and
dipped her into it. It immediately burned and blackened her skin, and as she
wailed in complete and utter agony, Shrek sucked it off her. He took off a lot
of her skin with it as well, so she soon resembled one of those anatomical
drawings that illustrated the muscles. (Or one of those massive things from
Attack on Titan.)
            He dropped her into the sulphuric acid again, swirling her body
around with her finger to dissolve it. Once she was completely gone, he dipped
his penis into the vat to lubricate it, then snatched up Jaden and ran him
through with his dick. He died instantly, but Shrek kept fucking him as
necrophilia was one of his fetishes.
            Bautista and Sonja were absolutely horrified. Bautista was puking
everywhere, huge explosions of thick chunky liquid spraying all over the crisp
white walls. Sonja was literally shitting herself with fear, and when Shrek
noticed, he got very aroused (he had a shit fetish) and started to suck on her
ass. Jaden’s corpse was still on his dick, and flopped about like a flag in a
windless day.
            “O SHREK, PLEASE BE MERCIFUL!” Sonja bellowed, as Shrek sucked her
entire intestines out through her ass. Somehow, this did not kill her, and only
when he sucked her heart out did she drop dead. He speared her body on his
dick, then moved on to Bautista.
            “SHREK, MIGHTY SHREK!” Bautista screeched. “SPARE MY LIFE!”
            “Never, you disgusting blob of slime,” he replied, ripping
Bautista’s penis off and popping it in his mouth.
            “MY NAKED MANHOOD!” Bautista wailed.
            Shrek tore off his lips to shut him up, then sucked out his
eyeballs like little edamame beans. Next, he bit off his shapely nose, then
snaffled up his testicles. Bautista had no breath left to cry out, so endured
the agony in silence. Shrek finished him off by sucking his body into his
throat like a piece of spaghetti.
            To finish off his meal, he removed Sonja and Jaden from his dick
and chewed them right up. He swallowed them by downing the sulphuric acid that
Olivera’s body had been dissolved in, smacked his lips and wiped his hands on
his robe.
            “Delicious,” he said to himself. “Now, Adjutant General Putin, come
here! I want to fuck you!”
***** Chapter 49 *****
Chapter the Forty-Ninth
Alice was looking very unwell. Her skin was pale, her eyes were sunken and her
breathing was like a hundred-year smoking veteran with a chest infection.
            “What’s wrong?” Carlo asked.
            “Withdrawal,” Alice replied. “I haven’t had palyets in ages.” (And
she said ‘palyets’ in a Russian accent, giving you readers a clue as to where
to look for the origin of this word.)
            “What the fuck is palyets?”
            Alice waved her hand in a fabulous manner. “It’s nothing. Just a
drug that I enjoy.”
            “Enjoy? More like that you’re addicted to! Have you looked at
yourself recently?”
            Alice checked herself out in her tablet. “Oh, Jesus… I look awful…
I’m not addicted though. I just need some more. And I have a perfect way to get
money.”
            She produced a sign that read ‘ANTINOUS THE NAVIGATOR IS READY TO
MAKE ANY OF YOU HIS CLIENT - ENQUIRE WITHIN’. It took Carlo a moment to work
out what that meant, but when he did, he was horrified.
            “‘HIS CLIENT?’No! I am not whoring myself out to people!” he
exclaimed, dismayed.
            “You bloody well are. I already have a girl on this mission, and
you do not. I need to make some money, and you are the perfect solution.”
            Carlo harrumphed, but it did not stop Alice putting the sign on
their door. He got on with his work, hoping that no one would pass this dorm.
            But alas, none other than Cain happened to go that way to get to
his dorm. At the end of the day, he was strolling down the corridor, thinking
of how best to anally penetrate Apollo without actually touching his ass, and
with the result of ripping his anus irreversibly, when he noticed the words
written upon the door. Intrigued, he knocked upon it.
            “What do you want, Cain?” Carlo asked, having opened the door.
            “I think you know,” Cain replied. “On your front, darling.”
            Carlo sighed, put away his tablet, then cleared a space on his bunk
for Cain to destroy his ass. He lay on his front, arching his back nicely,
making sure his anus was wide for Cain’s penis.
            “You know there is a charge involved with this,” Carlo said, as
Cain was lubing up.
            “Fuck that, I’m not paying,” Cain replied. “I am Cain. I fuck who I
want.”
            He thrust his dick inside Carlo’s tight asshole, then began to
gyrate like nobody’s business. Carlo actually really enjoyed it, so started
moaning and screaming in pleasure, which only made Cain hornier. He went as
fast as a hummingbird in heat, so Carlo’s ass was really complaining. It was
red and inflamed, but Cain did not care.
            “Yes, baby! You love it, you slut!” he cried, grabbing onto Carlo’s
waist to get a better angle. “Tell me you love it!”
            “I love it, Cain... oohhh… I love it…”
            Cain smiled, but it soon disappeared when Alice entered the room,
naked, having just got out of the shower.
            “Get the fuck out!” he shouted.
            “Absolutely not. I am Antinous’ pimp. I need to oversee his
activities. As you were.”
            She sat on the floor and looked at them as they fucked. She was not
aroused very much by this, since she way preferred lesbian sex and despised
penises, but she appreciated that both men were really turned-on and loving it.
She waited, somewhat bored, until climax, then demanded some money from Cain.
            “I didn’t bring any fucking money into space!” he retorted. “This
isn’t a country! There’s no currency!”
            “I accept any Earth currency: sterling, dollars, roubles… You must
have something. How do you pay for the black bread vending machine?”
            “You don’t need to know how I do that,” Cain stated.
            “I think I do, now you’ve said it like that.”
            “Fine. Whoever comes up to the vending machine, I put my fist up
their ass until they pay for some bread for me. Works every time.”
            Alice gagged. “That is foul. But anyway, so you have no money?”
            “No.”
            “Then you will have to pay in something else. I demand that you get
me some palyets.”
            “Palyets? The lesbian drug*? I can get some of that easily for you.
I’ll get it to your dorm tomorrow morning. Abel will be round at 0500 hours.”
            *That will only make sense if you know what ‘palyets’ means.
            “Good. And if not, I will make sure you die. That is not an empty
threat. Have a nice evening.”
            Cain zipped up his unitard, then left.
            “How did you like that then?” Alice asked.
            “It was alright. A bit rough. My ass hurts a bit. I’m not doing
that again, though.”
            “Pahaha, yes you are. I can’t get palyets any other way than this.
Get used to it.”
            Carlo sneezed. The Essence of Shrek he’d caught from Cain was
already having an effect!
***** Chapter 50 *****
Chapter the Fiftieth
“Now this is the stuff,” Alice said, tipping a bag of pills out onto the ground
in front of them.
            “How strong?” Matilda asked.
            “75% zanthtrilaxanol, according to Cain.”
            Matilda smiled.
            The two girls were at one deserted end of the ship, about to enjoy
the payment from Carlo’s debut as a rent boy. They had the palyets pills ready,
and could not wait to get fucking high. They worked best when taken with some
vodka, so they had some flasks ready to wash the pills down with.
            Alice put a few of the green pills on her tongue, then took a swig
of vodka so they went down her throat. If one chewed palyets, they’d get a
disgusting taste and a weird tingling in their mouth, which was dangerous and
did not get you high. Also, if you drank too much vodka, the chemicals would
react and kill you. And if you took too many pills, they would corrode your
stomach lining and kill you. If you even took a tenth of a gram too much, you’d
have an awful high experience which could lead you to commit suicide. If you
took too little, you wouldn’t be fully in the high world, and the limbo could
lead you to commit suicide. If you didn’t take them with vodka, you would die
instantly from an overdose. If you didn’t follow your palyets pills with a
drink of diluted caustic soda, you would die from their acid content. If you
didn’t lie down whilst the effects were taking hold, all the blood would drain
from your head and you would die. If you opened your eyes whilst on the palyets
trip, you would go permanently blind. Altogether, it was an incredibly
dangerous drug, but the high you got was, to some, worth it. It was also highly
addictive, making palyets a real problem amongst the fighters and navigators.
Many of the best officers were killed by going on active duty having taken
palyets even 24 hours earlier. Although the high lasted about eighteen minutes,
the lasting effects were unknown and potentially fatal.
            Quickly chugging a bit of dilute caustic soda, Alice lay on her
back and closed her eyes, covering them with a cloth to make sure no light got
in (which was the cause of palyets-induced blindness). Matilda did exactly the
same, then they enjoyed the high.
            Now, the feeling of palyets was so good that it was almost
indescribable. You were as euphoric as from crystal meth, coke or ecstasy, but
as chill as from heroin or weed. You had the same interesting visions as from
LSD, mushrooms or Salvia, and the same numbness as from morphine or opium. It
was like the best bits of all drugs combined, all in a lingering and comforting
trip.
            Seventeen minutes later, Yura stumbled onto the scene.
            “What the fuck is going on here?” he asked, seeing Alice lying on
the floor, convulsing, with a black cloth on her face, and Matilda in the same
position, smiling smugly, with spoons over her eyes.
            To the girls, Yura appeared to them in their dream-like,
hallucinogenic state as a Jesus-like figure, with a halo around his head.
Obviously, they couldn’t see him, but their minds were crazy on palyets and
filled in the gaps for them.
            “Messiah! Messiah!” they began to shout, their voices sounding
weirdly pitched in their heads.
            “I’m not the bloody Messiah,” he said. “What in the name of his
holy ass are you doing?”
            “Palyets!” Matilda cried, her hand vaguely gesturing to the
remaining pills and paraphernalia on the ground.
            “Oh, the lesbian drug!” Yura exclaimed. “Is this what it does,
then? I’ve always wondered…”
            “Try some!” Alice suggested, now coming off her high and able to
remove the cloth from her eyes. “We’ll teach you how!”
            Yura thought about it for a moment, and did not see anything wrong
with having just one little go.
            “Alright then. How do I do it?”
            Both girls were now competent to help him, and set up his stuff.
            “First of all, you take a few pills on your tongue— two or three
will probably do for a first-time user. Swallow them with a swig of vodka, but
only about one second’s worth of swallowing. Otherwise you die. Then take three
huge gulps of this 0.75 mole concentration of caustic soda, then lie down and
cover your eyes with something. Then, enjoy the trip.”
            “It sounds awfully complicated, and fucking dangerous. Caustic soda
is like 14 on the pH scale.”
            “Palyets is about -10; you’ve got to balance it somehow,” Matilda
said. “Now, are you ready?”
            “I suppose.”
            “Then have fun!”
            He put two pills on his tongue, then swigged some vodka. He poured
some caustic soda down his throat, almost puking at the foul taste, then lay
down. Alice put the black cloth over his face, then sat back and watched him
trip.
            By God, it was a crazy trip. Yura had never felt so good, and for
some reason he popped a huge boner. As he flew through hallucinations of his
wildest sexual fantasies, he masturbated furiously, somehow managing to have
multiple orgasms like a woman. These were the best orgasms of his entire life,
since he was relishing in the effects of the palyets as well. Even though he
was somewhat toned-down and chilled-out thanks to the weed- and opium-like
parts of the drug, he was able to acutely feel everything a hundred times more
sensitively, and found that his orgasms were so intense he could barely handle
them.
            Alice and Matilda were chuckling at this novice’s first trip. They
knew full well how great sex on palyets felt. It was especially good for
lesbians fingering pussies, hence its name ‘palyets*’ and its street name ‘the
lesbian drug’. I mean, they’d had such good sex on palyets that their orgasms
lasted about forty minutes.
                *PALYETS MEANS FINGER IN RUSSIAN, IN CASE YOU’VE BEEN TOO LAZY
TO LOOK IT UP (GODS)!
            Yura eventually began to come off the high, but his erection did
not subside. He tried to hide it by draping the black cloth over it, but it was
just too big. Alice and Matilda laughed, slapping him on the back like lads.
            “It’s alright, we understand. You should probably get one of your
boyfriends, though. Maybe both, one after the other. That erection won’t go for
some time— last time we got horny on palyets, we were wet for three hours
afterwards.”
            “Three hours? I’ll have a boner for three hours? I need to train!”
he shrieked.
            “You can definitely train… with your fighter; it’ll be swell,”
Alice replied.
            “Goodbye,” he said, concealing his anger, then turning on his heel
and leaving.
            Yura had a good three hours. First, he went into Seryozha’s dorm
without Jeanne noticing, then they had wild sex in the shower. Then he found
Deimos in a training simulator, and fucked him multiple times. He really did
enjoy being on top sometimes.
***** Chapter 51 *****
Chapter the Fifty-First
Things had been on Johan’s mind for some time. Mostly it was a horrible sense
of guilt for being so mean to his navigator that it led them to be reassigned,
but this was also mixed in with an unwanted horniness. The thought of Carlo
kind of turned him on, and seeing him with his new fighter sent a twinge of
guilt into his heart.
            So, he decided to let him have what he wanted this whole time.
            It was the middle of the day, and Johan had been spying on Carlo
for a number of hours. He was annoyingly mostly in the navs’ training area, but
at one point he disappeared to the loos. This was Johan’s chance.
            He stalked after the navigator, eventually cornering him next to
the urinals.
            “Hadrian! What… what do you want?” he asked, trying to be cordial
but really quite confused and nervous.
            “It’s more of a question of what youwant,” Johan replied, as Carlo
zipped up his trousers and went to wash his hands.
            “What do you mean by that?”
            “I mean, I will let you have what you want. To have sex with me.”
            They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time, while Carlo
registered Johan’s words.
            “Really?”
            Johan nodded. “Yes. I know I was a bitch to you before, but I’m
saying that now I’m trying to make it up. Do with me what you will.”
            Carlo could hardly believe this. Hadrian, the divine Hadrian, was
letting him make love to him! What an excellent day this was!
            “Can I… uhh… suck your dick then?”
            “By all means. Let’s g—”
            Carlo shut him up by grabbing his collar and crushing his mouth
with a kiss. Johan melted at Carlo’s soft touch, wondering why he didn’t agree
to this ages ago. He felt every inch of Carlo’s body, just itching to rip all
his clothes off.
            They soon found themselves in a toilet cubicle, and Johan hurriedly
locked it by shoving it closed with his elbow. They kept sloppily making out,
getting saliva all over their mouths and necks. Johan unzipped his unitard and
his erection popped out. Carlo knelt down and got right to it by shoving the
entire length in his mouth.
            It was quick and dirty sex. Carlo had been wanting to do this for a
long time, so wasted no breath in making it romantic or loving. Johan didn’t
particularly want to have sex at first, but once Carlo began to suck him off,
he really warmed to it. Hot was probably a better word, actually. He was really
enjoying it.
            Johan came into Carlo’s mouth, and he swallowed it without spilling
even a drop. He smiled, and then stood up and gave Johan a very thankful hug.
He snuggled into the space between Johan’s neck and shoulder, actually quite
moved that he fit so perfectly.
            Shaking with happiness, and quite unsteady on his feet (not that he
had enjoyed it or anything), Johan returned to his dorm. There, he found
Matilda working on her tablet. She saw him, and politely put it away to talk.
            “Afternoon, Hadrian,” she greeted. “How are you?”
            Johan could not hide his smile as he answered: “I’m great, thanks.
How are you?”
            “I am intrigued to know why you’re so happy, actually. Come on,
spill.”
            “No reason…” he replied, blushing red.
            “No reason, pah! I have never seen you this happy!”
            “Fine, fine. I just… got to spend time with someone I liked. That’s
all.”
            Matilda raised an eyebrow. “Spend time, eh? On this ship, I know
exactly what that means.”
            “It wasn’t that!” Johan defended, a little too eagerly.
            Matilda gave him a knowing look. “Of course not. Of courseit wasn’t
that.”
            “Alright, alright, alright. It was. But don’t judge me!”
            “So… who were you fucking?”
            Johan immediately thought of all the females on the ship, to see
who would be the least weird to admit he had sex with. He scoffed at such
heteronormative thoughts, but was still apprehensive to reveal his sexuality to
Matilda. Although pretty much everyone on the ship experimented, and no one
these days was judgemental, he just didn’t fancy it. But, he swallowed his fear
like Carlo had swallowed his cum, and went right out and said it.
            “My old nav,” he stated.
            “Who was that? Antinous?”
            “Yes.”
            Matilda’s eyes lit up. “That is adorable! I always shipped you
guys!”
            “Did you?!” Johan spluttered. “W-why?!”
            “No reason… you guys are just very cute. I was sad when you asked
to be reassigned!”
            Johan found himself blushing.
            “So, um— and I hope you don’t mind me asking— what did you, you
know, think when you started to like your navigator? Cos, um… never mind…”
            “What do you mean?”
            “I mean, did you find it weird that he’s the same gender?”
            “No, not at all. I’m only into guys, you see.”
            “You’re gay, then?” Matilda asked, kind of hinting that there was a
purpose to all her questions.
            “Yep. Why are you asking this?”
            “Well… um… I’ve been thinking for a while now… I maybe, kind of,
possibly… think I’m gay,” she said, as if this were the biggest thing in the
world.
            “That’s great!” Johan replied, actually proud of her for being
brave enough to admit it.
            Matilda was seriously blushing now. “I just wanted to tell someone…
It’s been weighing on my mind for ages. You know, after first meeting with my
old fighter…”
            “Ah, I totally see.”
            “How are you so sure of your sexuality? Cos I’m still quite
confused… I don’t know if I’m all gay… How can you be certain?”
            “You will just kind of discover. I mean, at first, I didn’t think I
liked men at all; I got married to a woman, I got her knocked up, then I
realised that I wasn’t happy with her. It took a few illicit sexual encounters
with gay prostitutes for me to find out that that’s who I was attracted to.”
            “What, gay prostitutes? Cos I heard that one of the navigators,
Phobos—”
            “No, not gay prostitutes! Men! I fucked a few of them, then
realised that I just loved the D. I’m guessing it was the same for you… but,
the other way round.”
            “Yeah… Sherlock, well, she fucked me pretty hard. And I lovedit.
I’d never even been attracted to anyone else before. It was such a surprise.”
            “You should be glad that you live here and now! A few hundred years
ago, there were people that thought it was unnatural!And wrong! How crazy is
that?”
            “Wow… I can’t even imagine. The olden days were mental.”
            “Totally. I’m thankful to be around now. Back then, people had to
actually tell their parents they were gay, as in, like, it was a big thing!”
            Matilda was shocked. “Really? How strange!”
            “Crazy, I know.”
            “I suppose it’s still quite a thing to discover yourself. It’s not
like being straight is shoved in your face, and expected, but who you love is
quite a big part of who you are. It’s probably big to discover your sexuality,
whatever it is. Especially at a young age! When did you discover?”
            “Oh God, so young. The first time I ever had an erection was when I
watched the men’s gymnastics in the Olympics! I was about twelve! My mother was
quite shocked to see that. Gosh, her face was priceless.”
            “My mother thought— and probably still thinks— I’m an asexual,
because I’ve never dated anyone, or even told her about a crush or anything.
She pretty much forced me to go to pilot school, because she used to be a
navigator and knew how it was a sexual awakening and whatnot. She literally
told me that. She was like, ‘Matil—’ wait, no— ‘Watson, when you return from
this mission, I expect you to have discovered your sexuality. If you’ve had sex
with anyone, even better. I want to know for certain if you’re asexual or
not!’”
            “And how old are you?” Johan asked, incredulous at Matilda’s mum’s
odd behaviour.
            “Sixteen,” she replied.
            “Phwoar! What?! I didn’t have sex until I was eighteen! She needn’t
be worried!”
            “She is. She really is. She had me when she was fourteen, so she
thought that it was surprising I didn’t display any sexual attraction to
anyone. But fourteen… that’s fucking young. She was a bit of an idiotic
teenager.”
            “My mum was sixteen— and bear in mind, this was a few years before
teen-mother schools were set up! It was still considered bad back then. Her
parents did notlike me at all.”
            “Do they now?”
            “Not sure, really. They pretty much disowned her as soon as I was
born, so we haven’t seen them in a long time. I think she’s trying to make
contact with them again, but I haven’t been involved. Meh. Ya know.”
            “Your generation was pretty weird, not having teen-mother schools.
Most of my friends go to them!”
            “That’s cos people find it normal now. When I was born, it wasn’t a
viable option to be a teen mother. People were all about ‘oh, it’ll ruin your
studying, you’ll never be able to get good grades’. Bullshit. My mother was the
top of her year when she left. Prejudice much!”
            “One of my friends is from one of those families that like to breed
at ridiculously young ages— as soon as she started her periods, they found her
a boy to fuck. Her kid was three by the time she was fifteen, and then off she
went to pilot school! She’s on the fucking commandship now; she’s a colonel!
Makes me feel kind of crap, being one of the teenagers on the gifted and
talented program, or whatever it’s called.”
            “Isn’t it called something like Athena?” Johan offered.
            “Oh, yeah. Athena. Whatever. It’s fucked up; my school sent anyone
who could pay off to pilot school. I only went because my parents funded a huge
refurbishment for their hall. So corrupt.”
            “It’s like Russia… Now thatis a corrupt country.”
            “I’ve heard that anyone will whore themselves out for the right
price— including the President. Apparently he’s been caught sucking the dicks
of other world leaders so they’ll like him,” said Matilda.
            “Gross… But I don’t blame him. Sucking dicks is great.”
            “Is it? I wouldn’t know… I’ve never tried it.”
            “Do you… um, do you want to?”
            “W-wait, what? Are you offering?”
            “Yeah, I guess. I’ve not had sex with a girl in a while, and you’ve
not had sex with a man. It’s a… it’s a learning experience, I guess. It won’t
mean anything. You want to?”
            “Sure… I guess…”
            Johan unzipped his unitard, and Matilda freaked out at the sight of
his penis. She’d never really seen one in the flesh before, and was surprised
at how they looked in real life. She expected them to be a little more… a
little more, well, pretty. She already felt like she wasn’t attracted to this
sexual organ.
            He leaned against the wall, wanking so he got hard. Matilda kneeled
down and steadied the throbbing member with one hand.
            “So, how do I do it?” she asked.
            “Just… just, uh, put it in your mouth. Then… well, you’ll know.
Kind of suck it. It’s kind of hard to explain.”
            Matilda nodded, then commenced the blowjob.
            Johan bit his lip, so he did not let out a disgusted noise or a
gag. He found it unpleasant that a girl was sucking his dick, but enjoyed the
actual feeling of his dick being sucked. Matilda wasn’t the greatest BJ-giver
ever— she was decent; not too great, not too awful. She certainly didn’t use
teeth like some noobs did. God, that rent boy who’d bit his dick… The scars
still hadn’t faded.
            “I’m about to cum, Watson!” Johan exclaimed, sounding rather half-
arsed about it. “Do you want to swallow it?”
            Matilda shook her head, then fell back on her haunches so Johan
could cum into the air. She shielded her face as the liquid spewed out, and
almost vomited at the pure grossness of the sight.
            “I am definitely, definitely gay,” she concluded.
            “Same. No offence, Watson, but that was not enjoyable. I prefer
dudes doing that.”
            “And I prefer… well, I prefer not doing it at all. I think vaginas
are my forte. No hard feelings, though, right?”
            “Totally no. We’re still friends. Let’s not let this change that.”
            “Awesome. Thanks for the DMC, by the way.”
            “My pleasure. Anytime.”
***** Chapter 52 *****
Chapter the Fifty-Second
Jacobus felt awful. He’d been recovering in the medical bay for some time now,
but his injuries really were extreme. His face had been totally fucked up by
shrapnel from multiple explosions in his starfighter, and he was blind in one
eye. Both legs had been shattered in the shockwave, as well as many ribs and a
few fingers. His brain had been a little frazzled by the exposure to fucking
space and shit, so he had mild amnesia and had lost a few points of IQ. He’d
been recuperating as well as he could, but there was definitely some permanent
damage. He had been finding it rather difficult to get an erection, a fact
which crushed him inside.
            “Oh, fuck!” Gayle shrieked, as a weight fell onto her foot.
            “Holy crap, I am so sorry!” Sasha B cried, immediately consoling
her.
            “It’s alright, Euryalus— I shouldn’t have been going round you
while you were reaching up for a weight.”
            “But there’s so much blood! I feel terrible!”
            “It’s really okay. I’ll live.”
            “I can take you to the medical bay, if you like,” Sasha B offered.
“The navs’ gym is too far for you to walk on your own!”
            “If you really, really want to,” Gayle replied. “But I think I’ll
be alright.”
            “No no, I insist. I need to make it up somehow! Please, or I’ll
feel like such a whore forever!”
            “Okay then, Euryalus. You can take me.”
            Sasha B helped Gayle up, then accompanied her to the medical bay.
It was a difficult walk, as Gayle had probably broken a few toes and general
foot bones, but Sasha B was a helpful little shit and made it as easy as
possible (his medical certificate was coming in handy yet again!).
            “You alright from here?” he asked her, once she had reached the
medical bay.
            “Yep. Thanks, Euryalus,” she replied, pressing her hand into his
and giving him a lingering look of gratitude. He smiled awkwardly, kind of
thinking that she was flirting, then returned to training.
            The medical attendant, the one known only as Butts, saw to Gayle’s
foot, then left her to it. As Gayle was ambling out of the room, she swore she
heard someone croaking her name. She whipped her head round to find Jacobus—
well, only his feet, but Gayle could tell that it was him even from them.
            “Oh my God!” she screamed. “Phantom!”
            “Strawberry!”
            “How are you still alive? I thought you died!”
            “Nope, I’m here! Oh, how I’ve missed you!”
            Gayle came over and gave him a hug. It was kind of awkward, since
he was pretty much mummified in plaster casts, and was lying down, but Jacobus
appreciated the gesture. He found himself becoming quite turned-on by her
touch, and a small boner arose from underneath his coverlet.
            “Oh, Phantom!” Gayle exclaimed. “Are you thatexcited to see me?”
            “Of course, darling,” he replied, reaching up to throw his arms
round her shoulders. She accepted this romantic/sexual gesture, leaning down so
she could kiss his lips.
            “I want more than that, baby,” he whispered between her kisses.
“Get on the bed…”
            Gayle straddled him, careful not to disturb his injuries or his IV
drip, then threw off his coverlet to reveal an erection pushing against his
unitard. She unzipped it, then after removing her own trousers, sat on his
dick.
            Jacobus hissed in appreciation as he submitted to the sexual
pleasure. He’d really missed fucking women, and now his favourite one was right
on his cock. She started bouncing, quite carefully so as not to hurt him.
Jacobus lay back, simply enjoying the feeling, and smiling as he saw Gayle
moaning.
            Eventually, he came inside of her, too fast for her to get off.
            “Oh, bollocks!” he exclaimed. “I hope you don’t mind… Maybe you
won’t get pregnant?”
            “I hope not. I’ve had unprotected vaginal sex quite a few times and
not got knocked up. I think I’ll be alright.”
            But, little did she know, the Essence of Shrek increased fertility.
It made Jacobus’ sperm super fast, and her egg drop into the perfect place. The
lining of her uterus also built up thanks to the Essence, so altogether she was
completely ready to get pregnant. The sperm battled through her cervix, swam up
the labyrinthine channels, then fought for dominance at the egg. One victorious
sperm pushed through its coating, and thus she was fertilised. 
***** Chapter 53 *****
Chapter the Fifty-Third
Yura was experiencing some serious withdrawal symptoms. One morning, he
shuffled into the bathroom, stared his reflection in the mirror right in the
eye, then threw his head into the toilet and threw up every single thing inside
his stomach.
            Wiping his cracked and dry lips, he coughed a few times and gazed
upon himself. He really looked rough. His face had a vaguely yellow pallor,
with a vague sheen of sweat coating his skin. The bits of hair round his face
were stuck to it, and the rest was lanky and greasy. His eyes were sunken, with
huge dark circles underneath, and his stare was vacant and unnerving. When he
breathed, it was like a smoker at high altitude, and when he coughed it was
like his lungs were about to come up.
            Yura spat into the sink, since vile globules of mucus were stuck in
his throat, then felt the urge to throw up creep back up on him. He bent over
the toilet and waited for the gagging to commence, wiping some of the sweaty
stickiness off his face.
            Then, he recalled how he felt when he was high on palyets, and was
seized with a desire so deep that he almost burst into tears. He needed that
stuff again, and he would do literally anything to get it.
            Deimos knocked on the door.
            “Phobos, are you alright?” he asked, his beautiful voice making
Yura almost melt.
            “Yeah…” he replied, absolutely horrified at his own voice, which
was raspy, strained and almost inaudible. He swallowed to get some moisture
into his throat, then said: “I’m fine.”
            “Are you sure? You sounded pretty bad in there…”
            Yura splashed some cold water into his face and furiously dried
himself on a towel. He took one final look in the mirror, grimacing at his
drug-addicted appearance, then went to see Deimos.
            “Oh my God, Phobos! You look so ill! Are you okay?”
            “I’m fine, really,” he replied, sounding a lot more aggressive than
he’d meant to sound. “Let’s go to morning briefing.”
            Deimos put the back of his hand on Yura’s forehead, and withdrew it
when he felt how boiling hot it was.
            “Jesus, Phobos! You’re burning up! Are you sure you don’t want to
take the day off?”
            “No. I’ll live. I am fine.”
            Deimos did not press the matter any further, and they went in
silence to morning briefing. During it, Yura was battling through waves of
perspiration that were pouring intermittently from his body, and trying to hold
down whatever stuff he had left in his stomach. His vision kept going in and
out of focus, and he found it difficult to concentrate. He passingly noticed
Alice pointing him and whispering something to another fighter, but he was so
spaced-out he did not care.
            As soon as morning briefing was over, he sought out Alice.
            “I need more palyets,” he croaked. “I will pay you all I have for
some.”
            “Fat chance, princess,” she replied, pushing his face— which was
alarmingly close to hers— out of the way. “Get your own.”
            “I don’t know how! I don’t know the dealer!”
            “Here,” she said, scribbling something down on a piece of paper.
“Here is the information for the dealer on the ship. I had nothing to do with
this.”
            Yura thanked her, then immediately sought out the dealer.
            Surprisingly, it turned out to be an incredibly high-ranking
officer on the mission. He was loitering about in his office, and Yura went
right up to him— but as soon as the officer saw his face, he intercepted
because he knew exactlywhy Yura was here.
            “More palyets, I assume?” he asked, rifling through some drawers.
“For a dozen pills, let’s think… That’ll be one months’ pay, although I do
accept cash payments.”
            “One month’s pay?” Yura screeched, his voice going up about four
octaves. “Are you being serious?”
            “Yes. Palyets is expensive. Now hand it over, honey.”
            “I’ll… uh… I’ll come back… sir.”
            He ran off, immediately thinking of strategies for how to make some
coin. On the way, he bumped into Alice, and decided to confront her.
            “You didn’t tell me that palyets was so damned expensive!” he
shrieked.
            “Voice down, Jesus!” Alice hissed. “I know it’s expensive; I never
said it was cheap, did I? You’ll have to work out how to make the money
yourself.”
            “How the hell did youmake the money?”
            “I wasn’t the one making the money. I got my nav to whore himself
out. He made great money in just one night.”
            Yura was inflamed. Alice’s navigator rent-boying it to make dosh?
What?! There could only be onerent boy, and Yura was he.
            During the day, he loitered around areas where fighters gathered
the most, making secret hand signals that those in the know would take to mean
him offering sex for money. In fact, the signals were so complex that Yura
organised a few appointments for the next few evenings, negotiating the price
and the acts to be done. It was the language of the rent boys.
            That night, he returned to his dorm to find it completely empty.
Deimos was participating in some patrols and would not be back for some time,
so Yura could slut it out without worrying about him intruding. Of course he
felt bad for doing this behind his back, but his addiction was so strong that
he was willing to do anything.
            His first client was Jeanne.
            “Hyacinth! What in the name of Christ are you doing here?” he
exclaimed.
            “I wanted to have sex with you,” she replied coolly. “I heard you
were available, so I thought I’d drop by.”
            “Luckily for you, I had no one booked this evening. Unluckily for
you, I am a fucking rent boy.”
            “And?”
            “That means I only have sex with men.”
            “Really?” Jeanne cried, truly shocked.
            “Yes! That is the entire definition of the term!”
            “Oh… Shows just how much I know. Such a pity that all this money
will go to waste…”
            She flashed a huge roll of notes, and Yura actually got aroused at
the sight. He needed that money so bad.
            “Alright. Just for that money— and you will give me all of it— I
will have sex with you.”
            “Sweet! But wait, before we start, are you clean of STDs? I know
you’ve been banging a lot of people…”
            “Oh, fuck off. Not that many people. And yes, I am.”
            “Good. I want to stay clean for as long as possible. I am only
sixteen.”
            “Umm… Only sixteen? You realise that this is not legal, then?”
            Yura should have been more morally repulsed, but he craved palyets
so much that he would have committed far worse acts.
            “Can you eat me out, please?” Jeanne asked.
            “Eat… you… out…?” Yura repeated, simultaneously appalled and way
out of his depth. “I’ve never, uh, never eaten anyone out before.”
            “Well, this will be your first time. Come on, it’ll be great. Can
you get naked first, though?”
            “Oh, alright…”
            He started stripping off. As soon as his shirt was off, the door
slammed open and Deimos blustered in.
            “PHOBOS! HYACINTH? HYACINTH! HYACINTH!” he screeched, bursting into
tears. “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?”
            Jeanne tried to explain, but was cut off by Deimos whipping out the
concealed knife blades in his gloves and running them through her throat. She
died soon after, then silence fell.
            “W-wha… what… what did I just do…?” Deimos muttered.
            “Deimos… Oh… oh my Lord…”
            They stared at the cadaver for long moments, kind of willing her to
move or breathe. However, nothing happened, so they continued to stand in
stunned silence. Eventually, Deimos covered the corpse with his bed sheets, and
then Yura started weeping.
            “This is all my fault…” he said. “All of this… I am so sorry…”
            “It’s okay, Phobos, it’s not… It’s… it’s all my fault…”
            They embraced and started sobbing together.
            “I was only doing it because…” Yura began, before feeling the tears
clog up his throat again. “Because… I’m a drug addict! Deimos, I’m a DRUG
ADDICT!”
            Deimos broke away from the hug to look him deep in the eye. One of
his eyebrows was raised so high that Yura could no longer see it behind his
hair.
            “Palyets… It has been my undoing…” he confessed melodramatically.
            “Oh, Phobos… It’s fine, it’s fine… I love you nonetheless!”
            Yura was taken aback. His eyes widened like two shiny moons. “You
love me?”
            “Well… yeah… I do. I love you, Phobos.”
            “And I love you too, Deimos!” Yura spluttered, far too shocked to
sound romantic. This really had been a crazy evening.
            Oh, fuck, Yura thought. You love Deimos. And Apollo. Don’t forget
Apollo. You’re a bit of a whore, aren’t you?
            Deimos began to stroke Yura’s cheek, then gave him a hesitant kiss.
They were far too shaken to take it any further, but ended up moving positions
so they could hug properly, and tripping over Jeanne’s dead body.
            “Oh, shit the bed!” Yura hissed.
            “We need to dispose of this body!”
            They spent the rest of the night thinking of a believable cover
story.
***** Chapter 54 *****
Chapter the Fifty-Fourth
Laurentina was rather worried about Jaden. It was normal for him to go AWOL for
ages at a time, since he was hanging out with the other fighters and getting
into all kinds of scrapes, but now he’d been gone for quite some time. She was
missing his huge cock, so resolved to go search for him.
            The ship was massive, but there were only a few places he could be.
Laurentina did not think of this, and searched the entire place. She started on
the top deck, which was a kind of mezzanine floor looking out onto the docking
station and loading bays, then worked her way downwards until she was in the
very bowels of the craft.
            The last room she looked in was the morgue. This was a highly grim
and macabre place, where the dead crew members hung out before being
incinerated and their ashes scattered into space. There was a disgustingly
pungent smell permeating the area, and as soon as Laurentina entered the room,
she gagged at the stench.
            Fearing the worst, Laurentina began to peer under the sheets of all
the gurneys to see if Jaden were under one of them. She found a variety of
randoms, including the janitor and a few medical attendants, and then a very
familiar face.
            “Hyacinth!” she said to herself. “She’s dead?!”
            She used the advanced technology on her tablet to hack into
Jeanne’s death record (which was contained on a small device next to her body),
to see the details of her demise. Her death was incredibly recent— just
yesterday, in fact. What was the meaning of this?
            “... this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles, dick bigger
than a tower, I ain’t talkin’ bout Eiffel…” Laurentina heard a voice sing.
            “Shit!” she muttered, hiding behind a curtain.
            “Now that’s re-re-reeeeeaaaaal…” the voice, who revealed itself to
belong to a morgue attendant, continued.
            Laurentina peered round, to find the attendant scanning Jeanne’s
corpse and logging some information.
            “By the way, what he say—”
            “VOLKOV! SHUT UP!” another voice called from a different part of
the morgue.
            “Yes yes, whatever!” Volkov replied, leaving the room of corpses.
            Laurentina crept out from behind the curtain and sprinted away, her
mind full of crazy thoughts. Why was Jeanne dead? What on earth was she doing
there? What song was that morgue attendant singing?She was turning these things
over and over again in her head, wondering mostly what Jeanne was doing, dead
in the morgue. Upon inspection of the body, Laurentina had seen tell-tale signs
of a murder, which threw up another question. Who had killed Jeanne?
            It was lunchtime when she returned to civilisation, so began to
spread news of her discovery to the navs. Yura had looked a little guilty when
Laurentina told him, but tried to keep his face under control and not give
anything away. Not that he’d killed her, but you know. He was right there.
            For the rest of the day, all the navs were talking about was the
murder of Jeanne. Many were grieving, and incredibly sad about her death, but
some were morbidly fascinated, since this was a bona fide murder mystery. A few
groups of people began to formulate ideas of who may have done it, and in total
there was a real high-school rumour kind of feel about it. So much weird shit
was spread around, but everyone certainly was determined to get to the bottom
of it.
***** Chapter 55 *****
Chapter the Fifty-Fifth
It had been difficult for Alice and Matilda to be apart from each other. Since
getting reassigned, they found themselves really pining. They had made it
official some time ago, and loathed the fact that they had to be with different
partners. It was almost impossible for them to meet up anywhere, and when they
did, all they did was take palyets. Their addictions had really messed up their
relationship, but they could not quit it.
            One night, at about midnight, they decided to meet and catch up
properly. Alice brought a bag of palyets pills with her, as well as the other
paraphernalia, and after quickly getting their fix, they began to chat.
            “How’s your fighter treating you then, babe?” Alice asked.
            “Oh, he’s okay,” Matilda answered. “Seems nice enough, but I really
miss having you.”
            “I miss you too, Watson. Sometimes I’m lying in my bed, and I just
wish so bad that you were there next to me. Whenever I see you during the day,
I can’t help desiring you so much. I would take you anywhere and everywhere.”
            “Take me?” Matilda repeated, not sure what Alice meant.
            “Take you, yeah. Like this…”
            Her hand travelled up Matilda’s leg, making her shiver. Her fingers
gently brushed her inner thigh, reaching so close to her pussy that she got wet
just thinking about it.
            “Then take me, Sherlock…” Matilda moaned.
            Alice pulled down Matilda’s bottom-half garments and immediately
began probing her vagina. She got two fingers in first time, reaching deep in
and withdrawing with very quick movements. Matilda lay back, closing her eyes
and panting as she felt the pleasure. Alice, as well as lust and passion, felt
rather moved that she was finally with Matilda again. She had missed her so
much, and now they were back together, she was really quite overwhelmed.
            It did not take long for Matilda to be moaning and screaming. Alice
was so far inside her that she was literally hitting the g-spot, and Matilda
absolutely loved it. With every single movement of Alice’s fingers, she moaned
some words of ecstasy, getting closer and closer to the joy of climax.
            “SHERLOCK! SHERLOCK! OH, SHERLOCK!” she screamed, as her orgasm
hit.
            “Yes, Watson, cum for me…” Alice murmured, watching her girlfriend
experience the intense pleasure.
            After Matilda was spent, she put her clothes back on, and they
returned to training like nothing had happened.
            But oh, how wrong they were. Alice, sadly, had just contracted the
Essence of Shrek.
***** Chapter 56 *****
Chapter the Fifty-Sixth
“Cain, please can you fuck me tonight?”
            Cain looked up from his work and laughed. “Why so eager, slut-
face?”
            “Because you’ve been fucking somany other men, and I want my
share!” Abel replied indignantly.
            “You got DP’ed by me and Apollo! Wasn’t that enough?”
            “That was agesago! I want sex now!”
            “No fucking way, if you’re gonna ask like that! You are a thirsty
little whore!”
            “Oh fuck off, Cain. I just want sex. That’s all. I’m feeling a
little left out.”
            “If you want sex, that slut navigator Phobos is whoring himself out
to fund his palyets addiction. Classic.”
            “I don’t want sex with Phobos, I want sex with you! Now give it to
me!” Abel screamed, launching at him with an erect penis.
            “Fuck off!” Cain bellowed, slapping him across the face. Abel
melodramatically fell over with a yelp, then struggled to his knees and tried
to suck Cain’s dick.
            “PLEASE FUCK ME!” Abel wailed, ripping off Cain’s unitard.
            “GO TO HELL!”
            Cain grabbed him by the hair, then smashed his skull into the wall.
It was so forceful that the wall dented, and Abel was knocked unconscious. But
Cain was not finished.
            Just to make sure that his navigator was really dead, Cain threw
his body into the wall a few more times. His skull soon shattered, and blood
exploded out everywhere. It covered all surfaces of the dorm, and when Cain
realised what he’d done, he literally shat his pants a little.
            “Oh, fuck…” he muttered, wiping his ass with the collar of Abel’s
jacket. “What am I meant to do now?”
            He wrapped the body up in his sheets, then slung it over his
shoulder and crept to the airlock where officers went out for spacewalks. No
one was around, so Cain dumped Abel’s corpse inside and closed the door.
            “Goodbye, darling,” he said, pressing the button to open the
airlock.
            Space sucked Abel’s body out, and awkwardly the sheets unfurled to
reveal his gruesome, mangled body. He floated across the huge glass panel in
the docking station, but somehow not many people noticed.
            Cain then returned to his dorm to clean up.
***** Chapter 57 *****
Chapter the Fifty-Seventh
“DEAD?” Milankovic screeched.
            “Yes, sir,” Encke said calmly.
            “HOW MANY?”
            “Eight, sir.”
            “WHAT? Чё за галима?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY FATHER IS GOING
ON?”
           “I don’t know, sir,” Keeler put in. “Ghost, Misfit, Endymion and
Serenity were never found. A few people saw Abel’s body floating about in
space. It looked in a pretty bad way. You know about the three idiots that had
a fight to the death— but one of them is actually still alive, in the medical
bay.”
            “Christ… What about Hyacinth?” Milankovic asked, trying to remain
calm.
            “She’s in the morgue. No one knows how she got there, but morgue
attendant Volkov reckoned she was murdered.”
            “Well morgue attendant Volkov is never wrong. Hyacinth was
murdered! Christ alive! What is going on?”
            “I don’t know, sir,” Keeler and Encke said simultaneously.
            “I’m calling a meeting. Keeler, announce that over intercom.”
            “Certainly, sir.”
            “And sound angry.”
            “Will do, sir.”
            Keeler put on his headset, which had a few incredibly long, blonde
hairs stuck in it (longer and blonder than Keeler’s hair, even), then spoke.
            “Fighters and navigators, get the fuckto the briefing room, NOW.
Commander Milankovic wants to speak with you. HURRY UP!”
            Everyone heard this, including Seryozha, who was in the middle of
taking a shit*.
            *btw, this is called foreshadowing.
            “Fuck,” he hissed, finishing off as quickly as possible.
            Once everyone was assembled in the briefing room, Commander
Milankovic spoke to them all.
            “Now, I am sure you are aware that a number of fighters and
navigators have mysteriously died. First of all, I am incredibly suspicious of
ALL of you, because at least one of the deaths has been found to be a murder. I
will tell you now that if I find out which cretin has been murdering people, I
will eject you from the airlock faster than you can say ‘shit’.
            “Secondly, because of this volume of deaths, I will need to shuffle
the pairings around. No, you do not get a choice in this. Strawberry, you are
back with Phantom, as you may or may not know he is still alive. Chips, you go
with Cain—”
            “Oh, shit,” Sasha the Soldier said to himself, unconsciously
clenching his ass cheeks.
            “Scarlett, you go with Apollo.”
            “Fuck yes!” Laurentina hissed, punching the air. “Such a hottie!
Isn’t this awesome, Phobos?”
            Yura gave her a death glare. She then realised that he was kind
offucking Apollo, so wouldn’t really take kindly to Laurentina lusting after
him as well.
            “Sorry, Phobos…”
            He dismissed her with a fab wave of the hand.
            Milankovic dismissed the meeting, and Laurentina immediately sought
out Seryozha.
            “Fancy a quick fuck?” she asked, when she had moved all her stuff
to his dorm.
            “Absolutely not,” he replied succinctly.
            “Why not?”
            “One, I am gay. Two, I have fucked far too many women on this
mission. Three, no. Just no.”
            “Please!”
            “No. Stop pestering me.”
            “BUT I WANT TO HAVE MY ASS RIPPED IN TWO BY YOUR HUGE DICK!”
            “FINE THEN, HOE. SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!”
            He threw her face-down onto the bed, and held her head against the
pillow while he ripped down his unitard and prepared to actually tear her ass
cheeks apart with his cock.
            Unfortunately, he held Laurentina down for a little too long, and
she soon stopped moving altogether. He gingerly turned her over, and saw that
she was dead as shit.
            “Bollocks.”
            He carefully put her clothes back on and wrapped her in her
blanket, much like Cain had done. Except this time, Seryozha did not go to the
airlock.
            Throwing Laurentina’s body onto his shoulder, he sought out Alice’s
room. Thankfully, no one was in it, and she had foolishly left the door open.
He deposited the corpse on Alice’s bunk, putting it under many blankets to make
it look like there was nothing there.
            What a shock she’ll get!he thought, rubbing his hands together with
glee. It’ll be priceless!
           He honestly didn’t care that this framing of Alice could result in
her death, because he really did not like her. She liked Cain, and in
Seryozha’s mind, that was enough to warrant her execution. Oh, how he wanted to
see her fly out of the airlock…
***** Chapter 58 *****
Chapter the Fifty-Eighth
At lunchtime, Cain reached a new level of annoyingness.
            “All of you should watch your backs,” he announced. “With a
murderer on the loose, I’d hatefor any of you to pop your clogs prematurely! Be
careful now, my lovelies!”
            “It’s probably you committing the murders, Cain,” Alice said.
“Honestly, no offence, but you are the most likely suspect.”
            Suddenly, some military police rushed in and grabbed her shoulders,
throwing her onto the table, right into Sasha K’s bowl of borsch.
            “What is the meaning of this?” Alice screamed, struggling in their
grip.
            “You are under arrest on suspicion of murdering the navigator
Scarlett,” one of the policemen said.
            “What? No! I haven’t done anything!” she bellowed, spitting in one
of their faces. Unfortunately for her, he had on a pair of goggles, so the spit
just stuck to that and gently dripped off onto her head.
            “Ha HA!” Cain chuckled. “I knew it!”
            “But Cain, I thought we were friends?!”
            “No way, sunshine. I don’t like you at all.”
            “Fuck you, Cain!” Alice wailed, trying to headbutt his crotch. He
dodged out of the way and patted her head.
            “Aww, little Sherlock. It’ll be alright. I’m sure your death will
be swift and easy.”
            The military policemen frog-marched Alice to the ship’s courtroom,
and all the fighters and navs were called in for the trial. The judge was none
other than Commander Milankovic.
            “I think the accused should speak first,” he said, rearranging the
gross wig on his head.
            “I have nothing to say except that I am innocent!” she protested,
struggling in the handcuffs she’d been put in.
            “Oh, well that’s alright then. You’re free to— FUCK NO. If you’re
innocent, GIVE ME EVIDENCE!”
            “I don’t have any!”
            “BUT I DO!” Seryozha interrupted, standing up and striding to the
middle of the courtroom.
            “Apollo?! What is your evidence?” Milankovic asked.
            Seryozha got out a small projector from his pocket (it’s the
future, they have great technology) and projected a picture onto the wall. It
was a screengrab from the CCTV footage in Alice’s room, clearly showing
Laurentina’s body being discovered by Carlo.
            “Well that’s that, isn’t it?” Milankovic stated, clapping his
hands. “Guilty. Case closed. Dismissed. Awesome. See you later. Lenox, Orr,
escort Alice to the airlock.”
            The military police officers Lenox and O’Hara grabbed Alice by the
shoulders and took her, kicking and screaming, to the airlock. The rest of the
people in the courtroom disappeared, except Milankovic and Seryozha.
            “Thank you very much, sir,” Seryozha said, standing to attention in
front of the Commander. “for getting me out of that.”
            “I can’t have my favourite fighter being charged with murder, can
I? Now, I think it’s time for payment for my very kind actions.”
            “Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” He nodded curtly.
            Milankovic hitched his robe up and removed his wig. Seryozha
stepped up to where he was sitting— a high-up judge’s chair— and kneeled down
between the Commander’s legs.
            To be perfectly honest, Seryozha enjoyed sucking Milankovic’s dick
far more than all the sex he’d had with the women on this mission. He had seen
far too many vaginas for his liking, the only saviour coming in the form of
that ethereal, divine beauty Phobos. But then, he was the dom. Sometimes he
liked to let his hair down and go submissive for a while. Sucking dicks was
really quite relaxing and fun for him. Yes, this was Milankovic, and Milankovic
was a disgusting old man, but still. He had a dick. That’s all he wanted.
            “Oh, Apollo… Oh, you do know how to use your lips… Oh yes… Yes…”
Milankovic moaned, grabbing fistfuls of Seryozha’s godly hair in the midst of
his pleasure.
            After a while, this became, to Seryozha, a mere military operation.
An order. A thing to be completed, and then on to the next one. He thought
nothing of making it pleasurable for himself; he just focused on making
Milankovic cum so he could leave and get on with the rest of his day. Quite
frankly, he wanted to watch Alice’s execution.
            Milankovic ejaculated, and Seryozha dutifully swallowed. He stood
up, Milankovic took off his robe and then showed him the door.
            “Very good work, Apollo. You may go.”
            “Of course, sir. It was nothing, sir. Any time, sir.”
            He saluted with (very arousing) military precision, turned on his
heel in a fabulous manner, then marched off in full army fashion. Milankovic
bit his lip at the sight of his favourite fighter’s ass, and wished he’d asked
to fuck that instead of getting a BJ. There was always next time. And there was
always blackmail. 
***** Chapter 59 *****
Chapter the Fifty-Ninth
Everyone on the ship had gathered to watch Alice going into the airlock. She
was so hysterical that the policemen considered sedating her, but the Lead
Fighter and Navigator Encke and Keeler forbade them. They reckoned it would be
a lot more fun to watch her die in agony and panic.
            Officers Lenox and O’Hara shoved her into the airlock. Alice tried
to bite their hands off, but could not, since she was gagged. The police
officers locked the door to the airlock, leaving Alice alone inside.
            She rushed head-on into the door, which was made of glass, and only
succeeded in bruising her forehead as she smacked into it. Everyone laughed at
her, and she gave them the meanest death-stare on the planet.
            As per tradition on this ship, a few fighters bade her farewell by
shooting some lasers from their guns. They were not dangerous, so did not
accidentally kill anyone. As the final laser was fired, Officer Lenox smashed
the button to open the airlock, and Alice’s body was suddenly sucked away. As
she rushed out, her hands groped for anything to hold onto, but it was in vain.
She was gone too quickly.
            Matilda was sobbing uncontrollably. She hid her face in her hands,
and a random janitor cuddled her to soothe her grief. No one noticed them,
since most people were whooping and shouting at the hilarity of her death.
            “Guys, guys!” Johan exclaimed. “If we’re lucky, we’ll be able to
see her body from the docking station!”
            “FUCK YES!” everyone cried, running in a wild mob towards that
area.
            Sadly, Alice’s body was not to be found.
            “We can get into our starfighters and fly after her!” Deimos
suggested, shocking everyone with his speech. Not many people knew that he
actually knew how, or was willing to. It was odd, but a few people found
themselves very turned-on at the sound of his voice.
            “What a brilliant idea, myshonok!” Cain shouted, slapping him on
the back.
            “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Keeler screamed, silencing everyone with his
commanding tone of voice. “YOU ARE NOT, IN ANY UNIVERSE, GOING TO GO OUT IN
YOUR STARFIGHTERS! WHO THE FUCK SUGGESTED THIS?”
            Everyone pointed to Deimos. Keeler strode up and pulled him by his
ear to the head of the multitude.
            “DEIMOS, YOU ARE ON A CHARGE. CLEANING THE LATRINES. HOW DARE YOU
SUGGEST SUCH A STUPID THING? HOW DAREYOU? DO YOU REALISE HOW CLOSE WE ARE TO
INFILTRATING THE SWAMP? YOUR FUCKING RIDICULOUS IDEA WOULD HAVE RUINED
EVERYTHING! YOU SHOULD BE GLAD THAT I’M NOT RESIGNING YOU TO THE SAME FATE AS
SHERLOCK. GET BACK TO YOUR DUTIES, YOU STEAMING HEAP OF SHIT.”
            He roughly shoved Deimos back into the gaggle of people, then
clapped his hands twice.
            “DID YOU HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID? BACK TO DUTY! ALL OF YOU! MOVE, YOU
WORTHLESS PILES OF HORSE TURD!”
            Everyone rushed off, saluting the irate Keeler as they passed him.
Keeler was so pissed he could barely calm himself down enough to salute back.
Once everyone was gone, he grabbed his stress ball (onto which he’d drawn
Yura’s face) and squeezed it like there was no tomorrow.
***** Chapter 60 *****
Chapter the Sixtieth
Milankovic called Carlo and Seryozha for a special briefing.
            “Since both of you are now without partners, you are being assigned
to each other. What I w—”
            “ENEMY PATROL SPOTTED! 10,000 METRES ON LEFT FLANK! TEN SHIPS,
WELL-ARMED! ALL FIGHTERS AND NAVIGATORS REPORT! NOW, YOU USELESS WHORES!”
Keeler’s melodious voice thundered, over the intercom.
            “You heard the man! Off you go! Into Apollo’s starfighter!”
Milankovic ordered.
            “Yes, sir!” they both barked, saluting and sprinting off.
            As they rushed down the corridors to the docking station, Carlo
decided it would be best to get to know his new fighter now.
            “You any good at this?”
            “Yes. Are you?”
            “I guess.”
            “Great. Just get me to the right place so I can shoot down some
ships. That’s all you need to do.”
            Carlo was insulted that Seryozha thought so low of the navigators’
duties. It was so much more difficult than just steering the ship, but that
brutish fighter did not understand that.
Ha, let him try navving for one day and see how he likes it!Carlo thought.
            They reached the docking station, where a very stressed and
sweating Keeler was hurrying everyone into their starfighters. He was screaming
so much his voice was getting hoarse, and he was beginning to feel quite faint
due to lack of breath.
            “Keeler, let’s join in this mission!” suggested Encke. “We haven’t
had any action in ages!”
            Keeler turned to the sound of his fighter’s voice, and his
expression instantly softened. He smiled at Encke, and Encke smiled back.
            “Alright, Encke. Let’s do it. We’ll see if you’ve still got it,
eh?”
            Keeler shoved a few stragglers in the right general direction, then
went with his fighter to their starfighter. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief
as Keeler’s stress levels went down. That Encke did things to him that were
nigh on magical.
            Gayle struggled into her seat, and frantically pulled at the
seatbelt to get it to go over her huge stomach. Somehow, she looked about nine
months pregnant, and she had no idea why. In reality, it was because she
actually waspregnant, but she ruled that option out from the outset, since she
didn’t think it could happen so fast. Little did she know, the Essence of Shrek
sped up the process, meaning that she could go into labour at any moment. She
was thatfar along.
            “Are you okay, sweetie?” Jacobus asked, turning his entire chair
around to see her, since he had lost his peripheral vision (and the sight in
one eye) after his little accident in space. (He had an eyepatch on and
everything.)
            “I’m fine, darling. Don’t worry,” she replied, feeling a
contraction hit. “Really… Don’t worry…”
            Jacobus turned back around and focused on the upcoming task. Keeler
gave their ship the signal to take off, so they zoomed out and went to join the
fray.
            There were a shit-ton of enemy ships here. They were taking quite a
beating from the fighters, since they were the pinnacle of powerful armaments,
but there were many of them rushing in as backup. The fight was set to be a
long one.
            Johan and Matilda were working well together. Although Matilda was
still heartbroken at the loss of her girlfriend, she put that aside for just
this once, and helped Johan to shoot the shit out of the enemy patrol. Johan
was an ace, and killed many in the barbaric horde.
            Carlo was actually a pretty shit navigator, so did not get Seryozha
in a good enough place to actually fire on anyone. Seryozha kept yelling at him
to do better, but Carlo simply could not. He had not trained at a good enough
training school, and did not use the time he had on the ship to improve. What a
silly young man.
            “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, HURRY UP!” Seryozha bellowed, as their
starfighter was hit and Seryozha was stabbed in the eye by a flying bit of
shrapnel. “MY FUCKING EYE! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”
            “You should have been wearing your goggles, Apollo!” Carlo replied,
gritting his teeth as he focused on his duty.
            “GO TO HELL!” Seryozha spat, ripping the shrapnel from his eyeball
and throwing it in Carlo’s direction. That was a terrible idea, since his eye
began to bleed like he was crying. He really could have done with utilising
Jacobus’ eyepatch at that moment.
            Cain was really getting into this fighting. He was incredibly
aroused, since he really got off to this kind of thing, and fought the urge to
take his hands off the controls and masturbate. When he was done with this, he
would jerk off like a motherfucker. Or get his navigator to jerk him off. It
didn’t really matter.
            “You alright there, darling?” Cain asked his nav, like such a lad.
            “I’m fine, Cain,” Sasha the Soldier replied, not really
concentrating on speaking.
            “Cold!” Cain exclaimed, laughing to himself.
            Yura and Deimos were going swimmingly. Yura was a brilliant
navigator, so managed to steer the starfighter into tactically the best
position, allowing Deimos to shoot the fuck out of any oncoming enemies. They’d
downed a number of ships, expending as little ammo as possible. They were
honestly the dream team.
            I would have said they were undoubtedly the dream team, but we must
remember that Sasha & Sasha were also on this mission. They were like fire,
whizzing through the melee, not taking any damage, blasting enemy ships to
pieces. Sasha B was a prodigy at navigating, and Sasha K controlled the guns
with such a delicate hand that he could probably have shot the seeds out of an
apple balanced on someone’s head at ten light years away. Moreover, they went
about their killing with a smile, a smirk, and an occasional witty remark.
            Last, but certainly not least, Gayle and Jacobus. They were having
a slight issue.
            “I’M GIVING BIRTH!” she shrieked. “HELP!”
            Jacobus turned around, his mouth falling open. “What on earth are
you talking about?”
            “I AM GIVING BIRTH! I FEEL THE HEAD PUSHING OUT OF MY VAGINA!”
            “Remain calm! Keep navigating! Wait until we reach the ship!”
            “I CAN’T!” she screeched, letting go of the controls.
            The starfighter fell from its trajectory, pitching downwards until
the nose was jabbing into the top of Carlo and Seryozha’s ship. In a mad rage,
Seryozha switched his headset so he could communicate with them, then made a
noise down the microphone that can only be described as a pterodactyl.
            “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU DRUNK OR SOMETHING? GET YOUR
FUCKING STARFIGHTER OFF US! NOW!”
            Neither Gayle nor Jacobus answered, since they were too busy
freaking out. Their ship continued to plough into Carlo and Seryozha’s, until
Carlo got them out of the way and Seryozha shot Jacobus and Gayle’s ship to
smithereens. That wasn’t technically allowed, but in the middle of the wild
melee, it kind oflooked like they’d been shot down by enemies.
            “Did you just kill Strawberry and Phantom?” Carlo asked.
            Seryozha replied “Yes”, then screeched at his navigator to actually
get on with his job.
***** Chapter 61 *****
Chapter the Sixty-First
“We’ve been cornered!” Johan shouted over his headset, to all the starfighters.
            “So have we!” Deimos cried.
            All the fighters and navigators searched the scene for the two
ships. Yura and Deimos were at one end of a huge cluster of enemy ships, being
viciously shot at, while Johan and Matilda were facing the same thing on the
complete opposite end.
            “Apollo! Antinous! Take them down!” Encke ordered, his smooth
caramel voice making Carlo a little wet.
            “Which one, sir?” he asked.
            “Whichever! I don’t care!”
            “SAVE US!” Johan screeched. “ANTINOUS, PLEASE!”
            “No! Save us!” Deimos protested.
            “HURRY UP!” Keeler bellowed, his voice very scratchy and hoarse
thanks to his previous excessive shouting.
            “Apollo, let’s save Hadrian and Watson!”
            Blinded in his hatred for Deimos, Seryozha agreed to this.
            “Apollo! ...what?” Yura interjected, even over the headset sounding
horrified and desperate.
            “Oh my God…” Seryozha muttered, his stomach tying in knots at the
thought of Yura getting shot down. “Antinous, we have to save Phobos and
Deimos!”
            “No! Absolutely not!” Carlo cried.
            “Absolutely yes! Phobos is my fucking… shit, I dunno, my fucking
boyfriend! I’m not just gonna let him die!”
            Carlo could not boast that Johan was his boyfriend as well, but
attempted to counter-argue.
            “I like Hadrian as well! I don’t want him to die!”
            They began to argue about how much they loved their respective men,
forgetting that this was all going out over comms, meaning that everyone heard
it. If one listened to their headset hard enough, they would have heard Cain
chuckling quietly. He almost pissed himself when he heard Seryozha’s voice
break like he was about to cry, so passionate he was about saving his dear
Phobos.
            “I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH YOUR OWN FUCKING HEADSET IF
YOU DON’T NAVIGATE OUR GOD-DAMN SHIP TOWARDS PHOBOS AND DEIMOS. THAT IS NOT AN
EMPTY THREAT. NOW GO!” Seryozha thundered, deafening everyone who had a headset
on.
            “NO! I AM GOING TO SAVE HADRIAN!”
            Seryozha fumbled around his control panel area for some kind of
weapon, and found his powerful Russian laser gun. He swung round in his chair,
almost wrenching it out of the ground with the force of it, and pointed the gun
at Carlo’s head. He fired off one shot, purposely only hitting his shoulder.
            “Do it. Now,” he ordered. “Or I will shoot your brain right out of
your fucking face.”
            Carlo was a weak spirit, so he obeyed Seryozha’s command. Seryozha
swung back round in his chair, wiping another trickle of blood from his mangled
eyeball, then put his hands on the controls, ready to kill the bastards that
dared endanger his Phobos.
            “Antinous! Please!” Johan begged, sounding in the absolute throes
of stricken hysteria.
            “I’m sorry, Hadrian, I—”
            “SHUT UP AND GET ON WITH IT!” Seryozha interrupted.
            Carlo steered their starfighter towards where Yura and Deimos were,
then Seryozha let loose with a volley of fire. At the same time, the enemies
encircling Matilda and Johan finished them off, their ship exploding in a
multi-coloured explosion of fire and debris.
            “ANTIN—” Johan began, before being abruptly and disturbingly cut
off. Carlo, at that moment, burst into tears. Thankfully, he did not need to do
any hard navigating at this point, since Seryozha was still busy shooting down
the enemy ships.
            Once this was done, Yura and Deimos returned to the fray. It was
somewhat smaller than before, since all but three of the enemy had been
obliterated, but Deimos got the honour of blowing up the last ship.
            “Good one, guys,” Milankovic said over comms, from the safety of
his battle HQ. “We lost only one ship, and that’s great in my books. They’ll
get full honours and whatnot as soon as the mission is over. Now, my darlings,
please return to the docking station. Medical attendants are coming to
immediately deal with any injuries.”
            All the remaining starfighters swung back in the direction of the
main ship, and zoomed towards it, filled with many and varied emotions.
***** Chapter 62 *****
Chapter the Sixty-Second
As soon as Seryozha’s foot had touched the solid ground of the docking station,
Carlo launched himself through the entrance hatch and knocked him to the
ground.
            “What the fuck?” Seryozha exclaimed, reaching out to grab something
on Carlo’s body with which he could throw the nav off.
            “I hate you! You are such a whore! You made my fighter die! I’m
GONNA KILL YOU!”
            Seryozha got a handful of Carlo’s sweaty hair and pulled him by his
head so he was sprawled out on the ground in front of him. Seryozha swiftly
stood up, and kicked Carlo into the middle of the docking station as if he were
a football. He was about to step on the nav’s head, but Carlo got a hold of his
foot and sent him flying backwards.
            He didn’t quite lose his balance, so Carlo rushed over and tried to
headbutt him. Seryozha gripped Carlo’s shoulders and shoved him into the side
of a starfighter, raising his fist in readiness to rearrange his face.
            Carlo, however, fought back, and a full-scale fistfight broke out
between the two men. Everyone gathered around them in a rap battle-esque
circle, willing them to beat each other into a pulp.
            “What on earth is going on here?” Encke exclaimed. “Stop this
immediately!”
            He grabbed both of them by the hair and tried to physically
separate them, but they were still going at it like two girls in a catfight.
            “STOP THIS, BEFORE I CUT YOUR COCKS OFF!” Keeler screeched,
barrelling into them to break them apart. Seryozha was restrained by Encke,
while Carlo was held in the vice-like grip of the Lead Navigator.
            “I need a word with you, you little bitch,” Keeler and Encke said,
at exactly the same time, in exactly the same tone.
            They manhandled their perps into opposite ends of the docking
station to talk to them.
            “What was that?” Encke asked, saying it in a way that demanded a
perfect answer or he’d beat the shit out of someone.
            “Sir, I—”
            “No. Shut up. I don’t care. I just thought I’d warn you that most
of the high command on this mission think you’re the person killing all these
fighters and navigators. I’d recommend not doing anything suspicious from now
on.”
            “Sir, he attacked me first, he—”
            “Zip it. It’s still suspicious. Commander Milankovic has his eye on
you. Getting into fights with navigators is not exactly going to come off well,
is it?” he said, in very short, clipped tones.
            “No, sir. I understand, sir.”
            “I don’t care whether you’re the killer or not; all I ask is that
you lay low. Commander Milankovic thinks low of fighters enough as it is. My
job is on the line. Don’t act out, Apollo.”
            Seryozha nodded in an incredibly military way, then returned to
civilisation to get seen by a medical attendant (his eye was oozing pus now).
            With Carlo and Keeler, the scene was very much different.
            “Now, Antinous, I am very pissed. I will try and remain calm,
though, otherwise I will literally and physically have a heart attack. I’ll
make this quick—”
            “Uhhhhhhh…” Carlo moaned, getting hard at the sight and sound of
beautiful Keeler.
            “Excuse me?”
            “You are so beautiful…”
            “EXCUSE ME?”
            Carlo rushed for the Lead Navigator, attacking him with moist, warm
kisses, ripping at his clothes with his hungry hands. Keeler screamed and tried
to set off his rape alarm (which all navs— but no fighters— were contractually
obliged to carry), but Carlo was too fierce. Eventually, Keeler got one hand
free, and used it to sock Carlo in the face. He dropped like a stone, crumpling
into a small and inelegant heap on the floor. Keeler spat on him for good
measure, then took his arms and dragged his sorry ass to the medical bay.
***** Chapter 63 *****
Chapter the Sixty-Third
An emergency meeting was called that evening, as soon as some of Keeler’s
lackeys spotted that they were as close to the Swamp as they could get without
being detected. Milankovic himself bellowed over the intercom for everyone to
assemble in the briefing room, and once they were assembled there, he told the
fighters and navs of these new developments.
            “We are now on the final part of the mission, ladies, gentlemen
and— wait. There are only men left. What a misogynist’s dream! Anyway,
gentlemen, we are incredibly close to the Swamp. You may remember at the
beginning of the mission I told you that the four best pairs will be selected
for the prestigious final part of the mission, but now it appears that there
are only four pairs left. So, all of you will be going to the Swamp.”
            “Fuck yes!” Cain hissed.
            “Shut up, Mr Cain,” Milankovic ordered, putting a finger over his
lips. “Now, since time is of the essence, we will be penetrating the stronghold
tomorrow night. I expect you to have an early night tonight, and be training
hard tomorrow. And as strong as the temptation for… intoxication is, do not
succumb to these chemical pleasures. I will be watching you.”
            He looked pointedly at Yura, who was looking even worse than before
thanks to palyets withdrawal. Yura avoided the Commander’s gaze and started
absentmindedly playing with his hair (gods, how he needed it cut).
            “Now piss off, men. See you bright and early tomorrow for morning
briefing, where I will further detail mission arrangements.”
            Everyone saluted him, then trotted off to bed. 
***** Chapter 64 *****
Chapter the Sixty-Fourth
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Sasha B muttered, stabbing his piece of black bread
repeatedly with a fork.
            “What’s up?” his fighter asked, sliding onto the bench to sit next
to him.
            “Nothing, nothing,” Sasha B replied, shaking the mangled bit of
bread from off the fork.
            “So swearing whilst stabbing bread is normal for you?” Sasha K
teased.
            “Uh, yeah… Totally…”
            “What’s actuallyup, Euryalus?”
            “Just shit-scared about this mission. Shit-scared. I don’t even
know if that’s a word, but I am shit-scared,” he admitted, continuing to ruin
his piece of black bread.
            “It’ll be fine!” Sasha K reassured him, giving him a lad slap on
the back, which turned into a bit of a bro-hug, which turned into a bit of a
romantic hug. Sasha B ended up burying his head into his fighter’s shoulder,
not giving a shit if everyone else in the mess hall noticed.
            “Will it, really? I’ve never done anything like this before!”
            “You are an amazing nav, Euryalus. Remember how good we did
yesterday? We shot the hell out of so many ships! Tonight will be no
different.”
            “It’s going to be hand-to-hand combat! I am a weed!”
            Sasha K could not conceal his laughter at that.
            “I have seen you— allof you— and I can say that you are totally not
a weed.”
            Sasha B blushed at this slight innuendo, remembering all the hot
sex they’d been having.
            Suddenly, Cain loomed over them.
            “Could you lovebirds please kindly piss off? Me and my nav have a
few things to take care of,” he ordered.
            “You’re gonna fuck him, aren’t you?” Sasha B retorted, his sassy
self taking over.
            “What’s it to you? You of all people can hardly say it’s shameful
to be fucked by me!”
            Sasha B gave him a lethal death-glare. He mouthed “do not say
anything” and mimed slitting his throat.
            “Come on, kids. I’m sure you want to have sex in a far more
comfortable environment,” Cain said, grabbing Sasha K by his unitard and Sasha
B by his collar. He pulled them to their feet and sent them on their way,
incurring many protests.
            “Are you serious about this?” Sasha the Soldier asked. “Having sex
in the mess hall? That’s so unhygienic!”
            “Don’t care. It’s hot. I want to destroy your ass before we shoot
up this Swamp place.”
            Cain did not even bother with lube this time. He spat on his penis,
got it hard, then stabbed it into Sasha the Soldier’s tight asshole. It was a
world of pain, and tears began to fall from his eyes, but Cain was seriously
loving this. He thrust and thrust, his ass cheeks wobbling (he’d been letting
himself go a bit, eating far too much cake) to the rhythm.
            “Please can we use some lube?” Sasha asked through gritted teeth.
            “Shut up,” Cain barked, increasing the speed of his anal
penetration.
            The table they were on was squeaking and bowing under their
combined weight, and just as Cain was reaching climax, it gave out. They
crashed to the floor, Cain’s dick suddenly ripping out of Sasha the Soldier’s
ass. There was an actual tearing sound, and Sasha yelped in pain. Blood began
to pour like diarrhoea out of his ass, and he clenched his cheeks to attempt to
stop the flow.
            “Oh my Lord! What have you done?” he shrieked between rivers of
swears.
            “Bollocks. This has never happened before. Let me fix you up…”
            Cain got out his pocket medical kit and stuffed some cotton balls
into Sasha the Soldier’s ass. He fixed them there with shitloads of bandage and
medical tape, meaning that he found it incredibly difficult to walk.
            “Maybe this would be better seen to by an actual medical
attendant,” Sasha the Soldier suggested, biting his lip to stop himself from
crying in pain.
            “Splendid idea, whore. Let’s go.”
***** Chapter 65 *****
Chapter the Sixty-Fifth
Seryozha knocked on the door of Deimos’ dorm. For a moment, his stomach turned
in horror as he realised that Deimos could actually open it, but relaxed when
he remembered that Yura said he was out for the afternoon, training with Cain.
            “Apollo! I didn’t think you would come!” Yura exclaimed, as soon as
he’d opened the door. He leapt into his arms and gave him a very romantic movie
type of hug. He dragged him inside, and they sat on Yura’s bunk to chat.
            “So, yeah… Good luck,” Seryozha said.
            “I’ll fucking need it. Holy shit. I’m crap at hand-to-hand combat;
all I can do is navigate.”
            “I’m sure you’ll be fine. Basic Training at pilot school is enough
to get by with.”
            Yura scoffed at this. “I went to a navigator school. They never
taught us about this shit.”
            “Ah, yes! You’re the St Petersburg navigator! There’s always one…”
            “What do you mean by that?” Yura asked, still light-hearted, but
quite curious and SO ready to defend his hometown (he was a patriotic man at
heart).
            “I mean that on every mission there’s a navigator from the St
Petersburg School of Navigation. They’re always the best.” He took a very
deliberate pause. “At everything.”
            Yura’s eyes widened, and he looked altogether very shocked.
            “Oh, really?” he said, injecting the right amount of innocence and
seductiveness into his voice.
            “Well, at least, I think so,” Seryozha replied, moving himself to
an intimate level of closeness. “You’ll have to prove it to me though…”
            Yura got the hint, and they commenced to make out.
            After a while, there was a knock on the door.
            “Phobos? I forgot my key card, can you let me in?” Deimos said from
outside.
            Yura and Seryozha broke away quickly, and Yura shooed Seryozha
away, mouthing “GET OUT OF HERE NOW!”. Seryozha leapt up and rushed into the
bathroom, whilst Yura got up to open the door for Deimos.
            Seryozha crept into the shower and closed the door. He then heard
the following sickening exchange coming from the bedroom.
            “Hey, babe, you alright?” Deimos asked.
            “Yeah, I’m alright, just nervous about tonight. You know.”
            “Don’t worry about it! You’ll be perfect. I know you will.”
            “In hand-to-hand combat, though?”
            “Oh, yes. I’ve seen what you can do with your body, and you are
very talented…”
            Seryozha began to fume. He clenched his fists and wished he could
leap out of the bathroom and beat Deimos into the afterlife. What the fuck was
that slimy little fighter saying?
            “Talented, eh? Well, I have had a lot of experience…” Yura said,
his voice so seductive that even Seryozha, from the shower, got aroused.
            “Practice makes perfect, doesn’t it?” Deimos concurred.
            “And I could always do with a little more practice…”
            Their conversation ceased at this point, and Seryozha fought to
swallow the bile that was rising up in his throat.
            I am going to KILL YOU, Deimos. I will slit your throat, rip out
your organs, and then throw them at Cain’s face. Just you wait.
           Seryozha grumbled to himself, making actual, audible noises. He was
close to punching a wall, but then he heard the bathroom door open.
            Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, holy fuck.
           He peered through the translucent, matt-covered glass of the shower,
and saw Deimos stripping off. Swallowing a baby-puke at the sight of his dick,
Seryozha pressed himself into the wall to hopefully try and make himself a bit
less obvious. But when Deimos opened the shower door, he damn well saw Seryozha
standing there.
            “OH MY GOD! APOLLO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT!”
            Deimos swung a fist at him, but Seryozha dodged and incapacitated
the slimy fighter by kneeing him in the balls. He dropped to the floor, wailing
in agony, then dashed out of the dorm without even saying goodbye to Yura. 
***** Chapter 66 *****
Chapter the Sixty-Sixth
Some time before Zero Hour (the time when they were to take off and complete
the mission), Sasha & Sasha hopped into their starfighter to do some final
repairs. Their ship had been pretty fucked up by the last fight, and this was
the only time they had to fix whatever was broken.
            Luckily for them, there was not too much that needed doing. A few
of the things in the engine were a bit dodgy, and there were a few odd bits of
broken screen here and there inside, but other than that it was alright. That
was a surprise to them both, and they found themselves with rather more time on
their hands than they expected.
            Sasha K plonked down on his chair, spinning around in it
absentmindedly. Sasha B was in front of him, leaning against the freshly-fixed
display screens. They looked at each other, shared a very boyfriendy look, then
started to chat.
            “Looking forward the mission?” Sasha K asked, his face at an angle
which really showed off his sexy as fuck nose ring (and Brankovic got a little
excited at that).
            “Don’t even talk to me about that, I am fucking shitting myself,”
he replied, trying to remain light-hearted on the outside, while dying on the
inside.
            “So your thoughts haven’t changed since lunch?”
            “Oh no. No no no. They have gotten so much worse. I realised that
there is a chance of us dying.”
            “But there is with everything! That’s why people say to live while
you’re still here or whatever.”
            Sasha B, his first language not being English, did not understand
the subtle nuances connected with this use of the word ‘live’, so asked Sasha K
what the hell he meant.
            “It’s like, you have to enjoy yourself while you’re still here. Do
all the things you wanna do, you know? Seek out and experience all your
pleasures.”
            “Your… pleasures?”
            “I didn’t mean it in that way!” Sasha K exclaimed. “Although—” and
for this he adopted a more sultry tone— “one couldmean it in that way…”
            “And do you mean it in that way?” Sasha B asked, reciprocating the
suggestive tone of voice.
            “Of course I mean it in that way…”
            He took his nav by the waist and pulled him in for a passionate
kiss. Sasha B ended up sitting in his lap on the chair, his arms around his
shoulders and their lips locked together like it was the end of the world.
            “Let me be on top this time…” Sasha B suggested, his voice a very
seductive whisper. He began to pull down the zipper of Sasha K’s unitard.
            “Not so fast!” Sasha K replied, laughing in a breathy/aroused way,
whilst staying Sasha B’s hand by placing his own (very yaoi-like) hand on top
of his.
            “What, you think I’m not hard enough to take control?” he teased.
“Or are you just scared of how well I’ll dominate you?”
            Sasha K got so horny at those words that a submissive-sounding,
shaky breath escaped his lips. His nav detected his demeanour, and smiled
cheekily through sexual neck-kisses. Sasha K was getting seriously aroused now,
and hoped that Brankovic would cut to the chase and just fuck him already.
            But young Brankovic had other ideas. He teased his fighter for what
seemed like an eternity, touching him in all the most erogenous zones, getting
so close to the goods but never going all the way. It was masterful foreplay,
and Sasha K probably could have orgasmed on just that.
            However, he did not.
            “Get on the ground, Nisus,” Sasha B ordered, giving him an erotic
and super sexy stare, running his hand through his hair in such a way that
Sasha K actually got really turned-on. For in this lighting and atmosphere,
Sasha Brankovic looked maddeningly seductive. He could have done anything and
it still would have looked hot.
            Sasha K obeyed his nav’s orders without question, lying on his
front and arching his back like a born rent boy. Sasha B grinned at this
wonderful sight, at the same time quite nervous inside for what he was about to
do. Honestly, he’d never done this before. He hoped he wouldn’t fuck up too
bad.
            Swiping some lube from the starfighter’s ‘emergency’ kit (which
just consisted of sex toys and a few actual survival items), Sasha B slathered
some onto everywhere that was necessary, then slowly and carefully eased his
dick in.
            Sasha K immediately clenched, biting his lip hard as he experienced
the first taste of pleasure. It was such an intense feeling, and he wanted to
savour every moment of it. There was a slight ache or pain— but a goodache or
pain— as his ass stretched to accommodate Sasha B’s enviable girth, then the
delicious pleasure of his deep thrusting, then the sudden shock of withdrawal.
He found himself gasping like some kind of thirsty bitch, every time Sasha B
completed a thrust.
            Up above, Brankovic literally had his mouth wide open, so surprised
at what he was doing. He kept thrusting, finding this coming naturally to him,
but still completely shocked that he was actually fuckingsomeone! This was
something he never thought would happen! Normally, he was a submissive through
and through, but today he’d found this hidden top that was ready to dominate.
He actually loved it. And by God, so did Sasha Krayevsky.
            “I’m about to… ah… about to…” he moaned, his lip now bleeding from
biting it so much.
            “Let me help you with that…” Sasha B replied, his voice a low,
husky whisper, his lips millimetres from Sasha K’s ear.
            He adjusted their position a little, so Sasha K was almost on his
knees, then reached round and started to give him a handjob. That pushed him so
close to the edge that he pretty much melted on the spot, his head falling back
onto Sasha B’s shoulder in the throes of pleasure. It was the perfect time for
neck-kissing, and thus it happened.
            And then, bam! Sasha K came like the Trevi Fountain. It went all
over the floor of the starfighter, and started dripping down Sasha B’s hand. He
was too busy having an orgasm to notice, and blew his load inside his fighter’s
ass.
            He withdrew and wiped the cum away with his other hand, then sat
back cross-legged to receive Sasha K’s glowing, post-sex form. They embraced
for a while, Sasha B stroking his fighter’s hair, while Sasha K clasped his
nav’s free hand like he would never let go.
“I am so ready for the mission right now, Sasha,” Sasha K said, slapping a hand
over his mouth because he had just let slip his navigator’s real name. Sasha B
stopped his hair-stroking immediately, with an incredulous look on his sexy
face.
“How the hell do you know my name?” he asked, more shocked than angry or
anything else.
“First time we ever fought in our starfighter together, the computer asked for
your name. You said ‘Sasha’ instead of your task name. I’ve known this whole
time.”
“You’re not supposed to know that!” he exclaimed, eyes rather wide.
“But surely you’d want me to scream your real name out next time we fuck?” he
replied, the sultry tone of voice making a comeback.
“Who says I’m ever going to give you the pleasure of being fucked again, eh?”
Sasha B said quietly in his ear. The softness of the breath that Sasha K felt
down his neck made him shiver and gasp (again, like a whore).
            “You’ve gotta wait until after the mission for that!” he continued.
“Like… a parting gift.”
            Sasha K abruptly turned around and stared his nav in the eye,
looking very distressed.
            “After the mission is over, I’m never going to see you again,” he
stated, his tone of voice betraying the devastation he was feeling inside.
            Sasha B stopped in his tracks, breaking the gaze for a second to
reflect on this. His plump and rosy lips (Sasha K’s words, not mine) parted
slightly in suppressed horror, and his eyes started to shine with unshed tears.
He realised the gravity of this revelation.
            “Oh my God, you’re right…” he muttered, running a hand through his
hair. He paused, trying not to let his voice shake and give away his inner
grief. “We could get assigned to the same mission another time, maybe?”
            “Euryalus— Sasha— whatever— the mission we’re on right now is the
last one. The Swamp has been plaguing us for years, and now our technology is
good enough to destroy it. After this, there’s nothing. Our ships simply aren’t
good enough to explore any further. After this, we’ve conquered all of outer
space that we can. It will be years before the tech’s advanced enough to go out
on another big mission. This is it.”
            “But, maybe… maybe we’ll be posted to some patrol ship somewhere…
together… I don’t know…” he said, returning to his usual worried, submissive
self.
            “We got here on that program for gifted teenagers. We haven’t
finished at training school: we have two years left!”
            “And you’ll have forgotten about me by then…?”
            Sasha K was deeply wounded by this thought, and leapt into his
nav’s arms for an embrace he would not readily break out of.
            “Of course not! I’ll never forget you!”
            Sasha B was touched by these words, and submitted to the embrace
wholly and completely. He sighed, screwing his eyes shut and cursing himself
for being such a pussy and welling up.
            “Maybe, by some miracle, we live near each other,” Sasha K
suggested. “and you just have a very weird accent.”
            “I have a normal accent!” he protested, glad of this moment of
humour. “I’m from the New Republic of Macedonia, and we have the bestaccents
ever.”
            Sasha K smiled, but his discomfort was obvious. “Yeah… I’m not from
the New Republic of Macedonia…”
            “Fuck… Well, we’ll have to keep in touch. I’m not ready to say
goodbye to this—” with that he tipped Sasha K’s chin slightly up with his hand,
looking intently at his beautiful face— “so soon.”
            They were both feigning calmness, not reacting to the news too
extremely, but inside they were crushed. The thought of leaving each other
forever was just awful. They’d got so close over this mission, and fuck, this
was Sasha B’s first time falling in love. And yeah, you heard me right. Oh, he
had fallen pretty damn hard. He hadn’t actually said it yet, because you know
him: he is a shy little bugger if ever there was one. He was kind of waiting
for his fighter to say it first. Today was his lucky day.
            “Well, whatever happens,” Sasha K began, taking both of his hands
as if what he was about to say was very important. “you should know that I love
you very much.”
            Sasha B’s heart leapt into his throat, and he kind of felt like he
was going to figuratively puke it up. He went into panic mode, fretting about
what to say in reply, and how to say it in a way that came off as sincere and
grateful and gods damn in love as he was feeling inside.
            “I love you too… very much…” he replied, his overwhelmedness almost
cutting off his throat and preventing any words from coming out.
            They threw themselves into each other’s arms, getting the most out
of this hug than all the other ones they’d had combined. Both of them were
holding back Noah’s Ark levels of tear-floods, and when they broke away, Sasha
B kind of lost composure.
            “Oh, shit…” he hissed through sobs, as his fighter rushed to hug
him again. “Oh my God… I’m so stupid…”
            “You’re not stupid, Sasha, you’re wonderful…” he replied, not
really concentrating on his words, since the floodgates of his eyes were about
to burst open. “Don’t you forget that, kay? You’re wonderful, and I’ll never
forget you, and we will see each other again somehow… alright? D’you believe
me?”
            “Uh huh…” Sasha B said, his lip quivering and tears running freely
down.
            Sasha K sat back on his heels and wiped his nav’s tears away with a
slender and fabulous thumb. Sasha B tilted his head to the general whereabouts
of Sasha K’s hand, placing his own on top as if asking ‘just stroke my fucking
cheek now and make this fluff reach perfection plz’. The fighter did just that,
just as there was a knock on the starfighter’s windshield.
            “Wake up, loverboys! Zero Hour is almost upon us!” Cain shouted
through the glass, his face appearing before them. “Get your asses to
briefing!”
            “Fuck off, Cain!” Sasha K bellowed back to him, his voice taking on
a harsh, sharp-edged tone that was kind of sexy.
            Cain stalked off, and Sasha & Sasha stood up. They were still ever-
so slightly NAKED, in case you’ve forgotten, so they hurriedly dressed and made
for the door of the starfighter. Sasha B sneakily clasped his fighter’s hand
and intertwined their fingers in a very adorable way. Sasha K noticed and gave
him a cheeky, amused look. His nav shrugged like ‘whatcha gonna do about it?’,
so Sasha K let him continue. They walked all the way to the briefing room
holding hands, providing a most wonderful scene for all those who shipped them.
Which was everyone. Even Cain.
***** Chapter 67 *****
Chapter the Sixty-Seventh
“Now, gentlemen, it is time to say goodbye,” Milankovic stated. “Aside from
some minor issues like most of the officers dying, I believe this mission has
been a success so far. Now we are just minutes away from the final stage, and I
could not be more proud.
            “You men have done great things, and I can’t believe that we are so
close to eradicating the Ogre threat once and for all. I remember when I had
just graduated from pilot school, back when the Colonies were independent, and
the first ever mission to the Swamp was launched. I was fortunate enough not to
be on that ship, since everyone on it was tragically killed by the enemy’s
superior technology. But now, over thirty years later, it is almost the end.
Once the Swamp is destroyed, we can return to our prosperous planet for a life
of peace and harmony. Who would have thought that we humans could conquer the
heavens? Ha! But we have done it! After this, half of the Milky Way will have
been calmed by our guiding hand. And this was all down to men like you. Heroes
like you.”
            Cain did not need any more fuel for his ego-fire, but this was like
someone had given him an entire tree. He puffed his chest out and put his hands
on his hips, thinking that all the praise was for him. Clearly, he had
singlehandedly quelled the Ogre threat for over thirty years, so he deserved
all the medals, all the rewards, allthe love from General Toszeimav* (the top
of the top of the Space Navy that these fighters and navs worked for).
            *pronounced:To-shai-mav, by the way
            “Cain, stop trying to look like Mr Muscle. Stand normally,”
Milankovic snapped. Cain harrumphed and dropped his shoulders.
            “Now, men, the time is upon us. Are you all ready? Have you got the
right kit? Gone to the toilet? Prepared your starfighters?”
            “YES, SIR!” they all barked.
            “Excellent. Now off you go. Good luck, and Godspeed!”
            They all saluted, and marched to the docking station in perfect
formation. When they got there, Keeler and Encke were waiting.
            “In you get, men!” Encke ordered, ushering them all in the
direction of their starfighters.
            “Aren’t you joining us, sir?” Yura asked, kind of curious and kind
of pissed because he knew the answer and why the fuck were they being that
lazy, God?
            “No, Phobos,” Keeler replied curtly. “We are the Lead Fighter and
Navigator. Our lives are far too important to be risked on this mission. We are
far more important than you.”
            “Fuck you, Keeler, you effeminate whore. I bet you’ve got like ten
vaginas hidden under that gross-ass uniform of yours. I hope Encke fucks you so
hard that you have a heart attack and die. Goodnight.”
            Yura punched the Lead Nav with the most force he could muster—
which was a lot— and then scarpered as Keeler fell to the ground, unconscious,
both nose and dignity totally shattered. As he ran to his starfighter, everyone
patted him on the back and congratulated him for doing the thing that everyone
had wanted to do since the beginning of this mission.
            Encke tried to grab Yura and beat his pretty face to a pulp, but
Commander Milankovic, who had materialised behind him, forbade this violent
act. Yura leapt into his starfighter and strapped himself in, so he was safe.
            “On my order, men, go,” he said through the headset comms system.
“Starfighter Ruka, are you ready?”
            “Yes, sir!” Cain and Sasha the Soldier replied.
            “Starfighter Chyerdak, are you ready?”
            “Yes, sir!” Yura and Deimos replied.
            “Starfighter Sluzhaschiy, are you ready?”
            “Yes, sir!” Carlo and Seryozha replied.
            “And Starfighter Pyatdesyat, are you ready?”
            There was silence over the line.
            “STARFIGHTER PYATDESYAT? ARE YOU READY?”
            “... oh, bollocks, Nisus, he means us…” Sasha B said, loud enough
that Milankovic only just heard it. “Sir, we are Starfighter Dyen-Rozhdeniya.
Starfighter Pyatdesyatwas Hadrian and Watson’s.”
            “Well, fuck me right in the pussy. I am very sorry, boys.
Starfighter Dyen-Rozhdeniya, are you ready?”
            “Yes, sir!” Sasha & Sasha replied.
            “Then we are sorted, men. GO, GO, GO!”
            All the starfighters powered up and one by one zoomed out of the
docking station. Milankovic waved them off, a tear in his eye.
            “Is Keeler on this frequency?” Yura asked over the starfighters’
communications line.
            “Yes, I am,” Keeler replied, barely keeping his voice steady from
fury.
            “Suka blyad…” Yura hissed, covering the mic with his hand. “Not
that bitch again.”
            “I heard that, Phobos,” Keeler noted. “I dounderstand Russian, you
know.”
            Fuck, Yura thought, dismayed that his plan to bitch about Keeler in
Russian had been foiled.
            “Anyway, girls!” Cain interrupted. “Plan of action! Our ship and
the Dyen-Rozhdeniyawill swing round the left flank, keeping good distance—”
            “Who said you were the one making the plan?” Encke retorted,
joining the conversation over the comms frequency. “Commander Milankovic has
already given us one. Chyerdak,when we reach the Swamp, you fly underneath and
then enter from behind—”
            There was childish sniggering over the line.
            “SHUT UP!” Encke hollered. “What I mean is, Chyerdak, you take the
northern corner. Dyen-Rozhdeniya, the eastern. Sluzhaschiy,the southern. Ruka,
the western. If we penetrate from all four corners, they will be overwhelmed
and unable to deal with us. Our spies have said that the Swamp is sparsely
staffed, so we can overcome their soldiers easily. We must kill the leader,
then fly out and destroy the stronghold from a distance. Got it?”
            “Yes, sir!” all the pairings replied.
            “Good. Now get on with it, and no chatting over comms. We can hear
everything.”
            Encke disappeared, leaving the line eerily quiet. After almost a
minute of complete silence, Cain tried to make small talk.
            “So, who’s excited?”
            “I SAID NO TALKING!” Encke screamed, deafening them all
temporarily.
            Cain did not say another word.
            Soon, the looming mass of the Swamp came into view. Everyone’s
adrenaline levels started rapidly rising, as the threat of being spotted was
ever-so real. Milankovic had assured them that a scouting party of auxiliary
fighters had gone ahead and destroyed all means of being detected by enemy
systems, but they did not put all their faith in that. The leader of the Swamp
was probably wily and cunning; they’d have a plan.
            “Now, split up!” Keeler ordered.
            The starfighters did so, each and every man praying to whatever
power they believed (or didn’t believe) in. Their headsets went out of range,
snatching away even the comforting buzzing of the line. They were truly alone
now, just one ship facing an entire quarter of a massive enemy stronghold. Were
they really ready?
***** Chapter 68 *****
Chapter the Sixty-Eighth
The western wing of the Swamp was a run-down and disgusting area, even from the
outside. Small pieces of it were flaking off and floating about into space, and
everything had a general air of unkemptness and foreboding. Sasha the Soldier
gulped, since he was scared in a cliché way.
            “I see a small entrance at 2 o’ clock,” Cain said, sounding
uncharacteristically mellow. “Make for there, please.”
            Sasha the Soldier did a double-take, as Cain had never used his
manners before. This was a ground-breaking event!
            He steered towards the tiny entrance, then parked the starfighter
in a concealed position just outside. Cain and Sasha got out of their seats and
donned their spacesuits, which were also made for combat purposes. There were
concealed guns, bombs and grenades in every nook and cranny, to destroy enemies
left and right. Sasha the Soldier’s was a little big for him, and the concealed
knives at the end of the sleeves kept cutting his hands by accident. His helmet
was rather heavy, and the goggles inside kept slipping off his nose, meaning he
had to kind of flick his head backwards to get them to go up a little bit. He
looked like a right idiot, but Cain— dare he say it— found it quite cute.
            “You first, nav. You know the way.”
            “I don’t! I’ve never been here before, but… alright…” Sasha
replied, blushing, and hoping that it was hidden behind the tinted glass of his
space helmet.
            They went to the entrance of the starfighter that included a mini
airlock, and one by one exited. Sasha the Soldier held for dear life onto the
rail on the exterior of the ship, then when Cain got out safely, he pushed
himself towards the entrance. This being space, he floated easily and managed
to open the airlock from the outside, with his extensive lock-picking kit.
            Suddenly, a buzz and crackle was heard in their headsets.
            “Fuck yes, we’re in range again!” Cain cried. “Any starfighters,
report!”
            “Starfighter Dyen-Rozhdeniya reporting.” Sasha B’s voice sounded
far more formal and military than it ever had before. It kind of seemed lower
and more masculine as well. Probably all the fear and adrenaline.
            “Ah, good evening, Euryalus! How are you?”
            “Rather busy,” Sasha K cut in. “So if you would care to be quiet…”
            “Alright, alright. Have it your way this time, fag.”
            “NOW DON’T YOU FUCKING—”
            “I thought we said no talking, eh?” Cain taunted.
            Sasha K turned away from the mic (as much as he was able in a
helmet) and uttered a gorgeous stream of swear words. Then there was silence,
and Cain decided not to disturb it.
            “Where the fuck are we?” Cain asked, taking off his space helmet
and getting a breath of delicious Swamp air.
            “No idea,” Sasha the Soldier replied, doing likewise. “Looks pretty
decrepit if you ask me.”
            “But no one asked you, did they?”
            Sasha the Soldier had time for his expression to go from pissed to
downcast, before Cain punched him amiably on the arm and laughed.
            “You’re alright, mate. I quite like you.”
            “This isn’t really the time for bromance, Cain. As much as I want
to, no.”
            They crouched into a sneaking position and started advancing down
the long, dank corridor they had now found themselves in. About halfway down,
they began to catch the sound of screaming and wailing. Sasha the Soldier
halted immediately. Cain beckoned him continue, so they crept along even
quieter than before.
            At the end of the corridor was a balcony, with a grimy metal
railing at the end that stopped them from falling onto the storey below. They
peered over, careful not to stick their heads too high (as the lower floor was
only twenty or so metres below them), and surveyed the scene.
            It looked to be the brig. Stagnant water dripped from the ceiling,
and a smell of rotten flesh provided a visceral backdrop to the spectacle of
torture below them. Dozens of ancient-looking metal cages were lined up in neat
rows, each one containing a grubby, emaciated prisoner. Huge, hulking jailers
wearing terrifying metal plate armour strode up and down, occasionally shooting
one of the inhabitants of the cages with some kind of hybrid tranq gun. From
time to time someone would be dragged out and hauled along to a sealed and
darkened room, the interior of which was hidden to our onlookers. The entire
sad landscape was covered in a permanent layer of blood, and desperate screams
and cries were a constant background noise.
            “Jesus Christ… We’ve got to get past this!” Cain whispered.
            “Let’s do it. We’ll switch to our personal frequency and go one at
a time. The first one is guided by the second, and the second is hopefully
guided by the first. Don’t shoot unless they shoot you. And don’t make a
sound.”
            “That’s actually a really good plan, kid. I didn’t think navs were
any good at strategy!”
            “I took a course in it at training school. A luxury you fighters
never get to experience.”
            “Wait, you get to do extra courses?” Cain asked, in total
disbelief.
            “Yeah; once you reach the third year you have a choice of taking an
extra one-year course to get a certificate. You can do it in the fourth year,
and all the years after. There are so many to choose from too: medical,
starfighter engineering, weapons development— Wait. This is completely beside
the point. Let’s get a move on!”
            “Tell me more about this later, though. That is fascinating.” Cain
was genuinely interested in this.
            Sasha the Soldier located a staircase at one end of the balcony,
and commando-crawled towards it. As silently as he could, he went down the
stairs. A small knife slipped off a loop on his suit, and he watched with mouth
agape as it tumbled down. Thankfully, it landed in a prisoner’s succulent
shoulder flesh, so did not make a noise. Sasha exhaled deeply, then continued.
            After reaching the bottom of the stairs, he switched his headset to
his and Cain’s personal frequency, and whispered a request for some
instructions.
            “You’re safe for now. Keep walking straight ahead, and stop when
you reach the end of that row of cages. Don’t worry about the prisoners kicking
up a fuss— they look pretty conked-out.”
            “Roger Wilco*,” Sasha the Soldier said as quietly as possible.
            *this meaning ‘got it, will comply’ in military speak. But you knew
that already, of course.
            Shielding his face with the suit’s inbuilt hood, he withdrew a
small gun and tip-toed down the row of cages. A prisoner or two saw him and
gazed in wonder at this new figure, but did not say anything. For they all
looked to be in an awfulstate.
            Each and every one seemed to be in a different kind of agony. For
example, one of them had a poisonous tree growing out of the chair he was tied
to, the branches and leaves sprouting inside his anus. Another was hanging by
the eyelids from the ceiling of the cage. Sasha the Soldier held down bile at
these grotesque sights, and continued on.
            Upon reaching the end of the row, he looked around. Cain’s voice
guided him through his next moves, and soon he had cleared the brig. He stood
in the shadows next to the exit door, and told Cain he could go.
            He took a run-up and leapt over the balcony. He landed on top of a
cage, his feet almost slipping through the bars, and gripped on for dear life.
            “CAIN!” Sasha the Soldier shrieked, honestly fearing for his life.
Sadly, this alerted his presence to the jailers, who all rushed on him. Cain
parkoured over the top of the cages and hoisted himself up onto the balcony on
the opposite side, spotting an open and unguarded door. The last he heard of
Sasha the Soldier was a choked cry, before he scarpered and made for the main
control room.
            “CAIN!” he repeated, as a very hefty jailer grabbed him by the hair
and yanked his head back.
            “Shut up, angel-face. We don’t want to have to do it for you.”
            They all smiled in exactly the same creepy way, then one of them
drew out a switchblade and sliced his throat. Dropping his body onto the
ground, they parted and returned to their previous engagements. Blood sprayed
out of Sasha’s neck like a garden sprinkler, and he died almost instantly.
***** Chapter 69 *****
Chapter the Sixty-Ninth
“Really nice interior decor here,” Sasha K noted, as they strolled down a
bright and spacious hallway.
            “It’s so much better than our ship. That place is so dark and old-
fashioned!”
            “This is avant-garde shit right here. Look at this minimalist
architecture! So unlike a stereotypical enemy ship.”
            “Kind of reminds me of my training school in Skopje,” Sasha B
mused.
            “I went there on a trip once! Fuck, it was beautiful. Reminds me of
how much I wanted to be an architect rather than a fighter.”
            “Why didn’t you become an architect then?”
            “Conscription came in. Just in my city, for some reason. They
conscripted all 16+ to the Space Navy, and under-16s to the training schools.
So stupid.”
            “Well, you never would have met me if not for that!”
            “Eh, that’s true. I don’t know how I could have lived without
meeting you!”
            Sasha K wandered over and put his arms around Sasha B’s shoulders.
            “We’re on an important mission! Don’t— ah— don’t—”
            Sasha K had moved on to showering him with romantic kisses, and it
was not like our young navigator to refuse those. They backed up into a wall
and had a bit of a moment, which was ruined by Dmitry Medvedev appearing.
            “My goodness! What is this?” he wondered to himself, walking closer
to the boys.
            Noticing the new arrival, they broke away. There was a long,
lingering look shared between the three of them, then Dmitry snapped back into
reality and realised that they were intruders.
            “MASTER PUTIN! MASTER PUTIN!” he screamed, hurtling down the
hallway at lightning speed.
            “Bollocks,” Sasha K stated. “Big, fat, sweaty bollocks. This was
not meant to happen.”
            “What the fuck do we do?” Sasha B asked, in an increasingly
panicked state.
            “Run!”
            “Where?!”
            “Anywhere! We’ve been spotted now! We have to hide!”
            They turned and dashed in the opposite direction to Medvedev,
trying to find somewhere where they wouldn’t be seen.
                                       ~
Shrek was busy playing with Putin’s penis when Dmitry entered the control room.
            “Master Putin,” he said, bowing in obeisance.
            Shrek paused his handjob and looked at his sub-subordinate,
grimacing at the sight of such a lowly life form. Putin raised his eyebrow at
the sight of Dmitry in front of him, but bade him speak.
            “I have some disturbing news,” Dmitry confessed.
            “What is it, cur? Spit it out! I don’t have all day to listen to
your umming and ahhing!” Shrek bellowed, blasting Medvedev with a cloud of his
sweet breath.
            “Our stronghold has been penetrated!” he cried. “Penetrated!”
            Shrek dropped Putin’s penis as his mouth widened in horror.
            “Is what you are saying true, Medvedev?” he asked.
            “Yes, Supreme Master. Every word.”
            “By whom?”
            “The humans from Earth. This time it was two rather attractive
young boys.”
            Shrek smiled contentedly. “At least those swines give me something
more to my taste. I request that they are found and brought to me immediately.”
***** Chapter 70 *****
Chapter the Seventieth
Shrek jabbed a button with his almighty finger.
            “All units, execute Total Search Protocol! I want every part of
this ship scoured! If you find any foreign beings, EXECUTE THEM INSTANTLY!
Unless they are two young boys— Medvedev, what do they look like? Ah, I see—
unless they are two young boys, one blond and one with a nose ring. What was
that, Medvedev?— oh, very good-looking, nice asses, lithe figures— right,
Medvedev, that’s enough. Do you understand me, units? Seek and destroy the
invaders, but the boys must be brought to me!”
            From their barracks on each level, hundreds of Shrek’s soldiers
poured out and began to hunt through the ship. They were all terrifying ogres,
covered in scars and spikes, absolutely bristling with weapons. But instead of
looking like primitive, barbaric brutes, they were all in slick and
technologically-advanced armour, which could rival even the uniforms of the
fighters and navigators. It was terrifying to see that the enemy was so much
better than the humans in terms of armaments. Almost made one think that the
four pairs infiltrating the ship had no chance of surviving.
            Carlo and Seryozha were on the highest storey. Somehow they had
managed to stumble up there without being detected, and were trying to locate
the position of the main control room. So far, they’d come up with nothing, and
were rather terrified that the floor was completely empty.
            A chill danced down Seryozha’s spine, and he furrowed his brow in
concern.
            “Did you feel that?” he asked, breaking the otherwise eerie
silence. Carlo started, whipping round to look at him.
            “God, you fucking scared me there. Did I feel what?”
            “It’s kind of cold in here. Is that just me?”
            “Yeah, it is just you. I’m fine. Too hot, if anyth—”
            A faint bang cut his words short. They both snapped into defensive
stances, drawing out their most fearsome guns. But after that sound, there was
nothing. The silence was so complete that it seemed to fill their ears with
static. However, that turned out to only be the noise of their headsets, but
when they turned them off they were startled by the real silence around them.
            There was another noise, more prolonged this time. Seryozha put a
finger to his lips and strained to hear it, but it never rose above a barely
audible volume. He began to creep down the corridor, finding the crisp and
clinical white walls to be more terrifying than any dark, haunted alleyway.
Carlo stayed back, unsure if he wanted to follow.
            “Come on,” Seryozha whispered, beckoning him.
            “We’re not going towards the noise, are we?” he spluttered.
            “We’ve already been the other way! We might as well; there might be
something there.”
            Carlo scuttled after him, taking up a position just behind
Seryozha’s left shoulder. He frequently looked behind as they walked, just in
case anyone or anything appeared.
            The navigator then felt the chill that Seryozha had felt earlier.
            “What the fuck was that?” he hissed, his eyes darting all around.
“Fucking chill…”
            “See?”
            “Yes. Now shh.”
            They continued down the corridor, eventually reaching a part so
dizzying in its whiteness that Seryozha got incredibly disoriented. The
corridor was pretty much a perfect tunnel, with hidden lights causing
absolutely no shadows, or variations in brightness. It was so long that it
vanished at the horizon of the pair’s view, meaning that all they could see in
front of them was endless white.
            “This is really weird…” Carlo noted.
            “Shut up. Keep going.”
            They tried not to let themselves get any more confused, but as they
let their minds drift and their legs go on autopilot, they completely lost
track of where they were. Carlo returned to reality first, and found an utterly
white scene spread out in all directions. A little baby-puke rose up in his
throat, and he could not focus his eyes on anything.
            “Woah, where are we?”
            Seryozha stopped and turned to him.
            “We’re in the same place that we just were. See?” He gestured
around all 360 degrees, and they both had a quick reconnaissance of their
surroundings. When they returned to face each other, they had a moment of awful
realisation at exactly the same time.
            “Which way were we heading?” Seryozha asked, becoming quite
unsettled.
            “I… I don’t know. Let’s go… let’s go north. North always works.”
            He got out his compass and tried to read it, but the needle was
spinning uncontrollably so he could not. You see, the walls of the tunnel were
made of iron that was magnetised to South, so the compass could not get a
reading through all the interference. Thankfully, the pair’s kit had no iron in
it to attract them to the walls, since iron was a very outdated metal for these
advanced times. It was quite strange that such a structure was even made of
iron, when fibreglass or Aerogel could have easily been used. (Carlo made a
mental note of it for the Physics degree that he was in the middle of
completing on Earth.)
            Echoing footsteps, growing in volume, reached their ears. They had
no idea which direction they were coming from, so span around countless times.
They got quite dizzy, and the horrible white corridor did not help them in
holding down their chunder.
            As they got louder, the footsteps seemed to be coming from
everywhere. Adrenaline pumping and minds getting into combat mode, the two men
looked around in vain for some kind of visual aid as to the source of the
sound. They were so frantic that they ended up bumping into each other and
smacking foreheads. Both of them crumpled to the ground, swearing and trying
not to be undone by such a small amount of pain.
            They noticed the soldiers far too late, and by the time they did,
they had already been shot at. Seryozha, being a more agile and able combatant,
leapt to his feet and began firing at them. He managed to kill scores of
Shrek’s men, but could not save his poor navigator.
            “Apollo! Help me!” he choked, as he was shot through the stomach by
a poorly-aimed bullet.
            “You’re going to die, Antinous! I can’t help you!”
            “Well isn’t that just so comforting?!” he scoffed, trying to
staunch the flow of blood at the same time as legging it out of the tunnel.
Sadly, he was shot in the head by a laser beam, and collapsed with his head
gently smoking. Seryozha did not even turn to watch, but instead focused on
dispatching the last of the soldiers.
            Now, Seryozha was a fabulous fighter. And not just in the sense
that he fought like the campest little shit that one could ever see— no, he was
also incredibly skilled and could take down people twice his size with relative
ease. It was all to do with the fact that he knew his weapons inside and out,
so could utilise them in many situations. He stabbed them through almost
invisible chinks in their armour; he shot them at point blank range; he slit
their throats without even looking; by God, he was wonderful to watch. Even
though they all had guns, they could not manage to wound or incapacitate him.
He was just too fast and agile.
            Once the final soldier fell dead, he collapsed to his knees in
utter exhaustion. His chest heaved as he took in gargantuan breaths, and his
throat and mouth were bone dry. He swallowed a few times to get some moisture
going, then stood up and sheathed his weapons.
            He gave a side-eye to the body of Carlo. His mouth curled into a
slight grimace at the sight of his pitiful expression in death, but turned and
continued down the corridor.
            Switching on his headset, he played with the frequencies to see if
he could catch anything. Thankfully, he managed to get a buzz that showed it
was working.
            “Any officers, report,” he said, in a very subdued and quiet voice.
            “Nisus, reporting. What is it?” Sasha K replied, after some seconds
of silence.
            “It seems the leader of this place has been alerted to our presence
and has deployed troops. Beware.”
            “Oh, we know… It was kind of our fault…” Sasha B cut in.
            “Seriously? My navigator got killed because of you!” he hissed,
clenching his fists.
            “Ah, sorry about that…” Sasha K said. “I thought you didn’t like
him, anyway?”
            “I don’t. Aha, yeah. I don’t. I don’t care that you got him killed.
Actually, I’m quite happy. He was slowing me down. Where are you guys?”
            “Fifth deck, I think,” Sasha K replied. “We’ve almost been spotted
by tons of soldiers. It’s getting dangerous; there seem to be hundreds of
them.”
            “Well, keep safe, guys. See you later.”
            He switched off his headset and revelled in the sweet silence.
Finally, he left the white tunnel, and commenced trying to find the control
room of this damned ship.
***** Chapter 71 *****
Chapter the Seventy-First
Somehow, Yura and Deimos had not been spotted by Shrek’s soldiers. It was
probably because they’d entered through the stronghold’s waste disposal area,
and had been wading through their sewage system for hours. Both of them were
knee-deep in shit, and Yura had thrown up quite a few times.
            Up ahead, they spotted a ladder leading up and out of this
godforsaken disgusting tunnel of crap.
            “Oh, thank God,” Deimos cried. “We can finally get out of this
shithole. This literal shithole.”
            “I really really need to— agh— get out of here,” Yura said,
covering his mouth as if he were about to puke again. He attempted in vain to
swallow, and ended up turning away and expelling the entire contents of his
stomach all over his space/combat-suit.
He began to whimper, using a bit of fairly light brown water to wash it all
off. He was beyond caring now, being so dirty, and figured that slightly shit-
infused water was better than having chunky vomit all over his body. Deimos
felt a wave of nausea overcome him at this sight, and tried with all his might
not to chunder.
            They battled through the tide of filth to get to the ladder, and
sighed when they were within its reach. Disgusting, grimy metal had never
looked so beautiful.
            Deimos went first, grasping the cold rungs and hauling himself up.
Yura followed soon after, but stopped abruptly when Deimos swore.
“Fuck. We found the control room.”
“What?!” Yura exclaimed.
“Yeah. It’s there. There’s a massive throne, with a huge green monster sitting
in it, and a dude sitting on his dick.”
“A dude sitting on his dick? What the fuck?”
“Yeah… He looks like he’s gonna be ripped in half cos that green guy’s dick is
huge. This is weird as shit.”
“Think about it this way, Deimos. They are clearly busy, so we can kill them
without too much trouble. If you just aim well, you could probably get them
from here!”
“I don’t think so. There’s a grille up here and the mesh is really fine. I’d
blow it to pieces if I tried to shoot.”
“Well then,” said Yura. “We have to jump in and surprise them.”
“Oh, Christ… That’s going to be difficult. The grille is quite high up. Come up
here and have a look.”
Yura clambered up the rest of the ladder, having to kind of spoon Deimos to be
able to see what he was showing him. The close contact, and the warmth of
Deimos’ body against his own, made Yura get a little hot under the collar. He
hoped his penis would not betray this feeling and make things a little awkward.
They were about ten metres up, after all.
Yura had a look at the grille in front of them, which was made of an incredibly
fine, carbon fibre mesh. If he pressed his face right up against it, he could
see the interior of the control room, and was horrified to see that the grille
was about seven metres up the wall. If they jumped down there, they would
either get hurt, die, or be killed before they could shoot the enemies.
“Just move it, and then shoot through it. Your laser gun would definitely be in
range from this distance,” Yura suggested.
“Fabulous idea. Let’s do it.”
            He took the edges of the grille and tried to wrench it free. It put
up a lot of resistance, but came free suddenly and took both of them by
surprise. The sharp corner smacked Yura in the face, and he almost fell off the
ladder.
They ducked down, in case the two people in the control room had heard the
noise of the grille snapping off. After a few seconds, they peered in and were
greeted to the sight of the ogre having his dick sucked by the other man.
Deimos whipped out his most powerful laser gun and looked down the sight to get
the best aim. He steadied his shaky wrist, preparing to shoot. Endless, tense
seconds passed, as Deimos readied himself for this one vital shot. If he fucked
this up, their presence would be revealed, and they’d be chased down and killed
before you could say ‘bollocks’.
“EAT SHIT, MOTHERFUCKERS!” Cain bellowed, dropping down from the ceiling and
pumping the two men’s bodies full of machine gun bullets.
“Shit the bed!” Deimos shrieked, accidentally firing as he’d jumped so
violently.
Cain kept screaming and shouting random insults, expending all his ammo in
completely mutilating the bodies. Shrek took quite a while to die: it took an
entire magazine in his skull before he finally kicked the bucket. He started
ripping up Putin’s naked body with his bare hands, so gleeful to have killed
the leaders of the enemy force that he was becoming borderline cannibal.
“FUCK YES! I DID IT! I WON! I KILLED THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! I AM THE GREATEST!”
“Cain, shut the fuck up!” Yura barked.
He looked around frantically for the source of these harsh words, and when he
saw Yura, he gave him a lovely middle finger.
“We were literally about to shoot them!” Yura complained.
“Well tough fucking luck, princess! I shot them!”
“We’re coming down, Cain,” Deimos said, his voice becoming very low and
submissive in Cain’s presence.
“About time too, darlings. Let’s get the fuck out and destroy this ship.”
Yura climbed a little down the ladder to give Deimos some room to wriggle
through the grille. He did so, falling to the ground but being caught by Cain’s
strong and soft arms. Yura followed suit, but Cain didn’t try and catch him. He
landed heavily on his front, getting completely winded and almost breaking his
nose as he hit the ground.
He got up and composed himself, being helped to his feet by Deimos. Cain gave
them a mocking smile at this display of affection, but inside he was secretly
miserable because he didn’t have a boyfriend to dote on and protect. That’s all
he wanted in life, God. Why couldn’t he just have what he wanted?!
***** Chapter 72 *****
Chapter the Seventy-Second
The three of them turned on their headsets and were greeted to the comforting
sound of a static buzz.
“Any of you ladies still alive?” Cain said. “I’ve got Phobos and Deimos here
with me. One of you little shits report. You’d better not all be dead.”
“Nisus and Euryalus, reporting,” Sasha B said, sounding incredibly out of
breath.
“Apollo, reporting,” Seryozha said, seeming rather disgruntled.
“Lost your nav, then?” Cain asked, after some seconds of silence.
“Yes,” Seryozha replied, in no mood for any of Cain’s bullshit.
“Aww, baby. So sad. That means you’ll have to share your starfighter with me,
because one of us has to nav. Since you’re a slut, I think that should be you.”
“Oh fuck off, Cain. I’ll nav, but I’m not a slut. I think you’ll find that’s
you.”
“THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE BICKERING LIKE CHILDREN,” Sasha K interrupted, in a
very aggressive tone. “Let’s just fly out, form up and shoot this bitch up.
Alright?”
“I agree,” Yura put in, incurring an incredulous glance from Cain because they
were standing right fucking next to each other.
“Alright. Let’s go then, ladies,” Cain eventually said.
The three of them in the control room made their leisurely way to their
respective starfighters, so full of confidence that they were poppin’ caps in
passers-by without even a second look. The officers had killed most of Shrek’s
soldiers in the previous skirmishes, but there were a few randoms milling
about. They, however, were immediately killed by our indomitable crew.
“Where are you, darling Apollo?” Cain asked. “We need to meet so we can go to
my starfighter. I can’t wait to see you!” The last bit was so full of sarcasm
that Seryozha made an audible growl over comms.
“Deck six, north-west wing, by docking station. Why don’t we go in my
starfighter, since I’m already right next to it?”
“Alright, darling. I know how much you love it. Wait there.”
            The reason that Seryozha didn’t want to meet Cain is because he was
just feeling the need to go to the toilet wrack his nether regions. And this
was something a little more than a piss. He did not want to disturb it any more
than he had to.
Clenching and unclenching his ass cheeks ferociously, he waited for Cain to
arrive. Soon, he was there, covered in blood and looking rugged in quite an
attractive way. Seryozha’s mind was filled, unbidden, with thoughts of being
dominated by him looking like this. He was disgusted at himself for letting
himself think these things, but was oddly quite aroused.
“Let’s go then, dear. Time to fly.”
Although Cain used ‘dear’ in a patronising way, Seryozha could not help but
detect the tiniest bit of sincerity in his voice. It was a little unsettling,
but considering Seryozha’s frame of mind at that moment, it was not entirely
unwelcome.
“I don’t know how to nav, by the way,” Seryozha admitted, sitting down in the
nav’s chair and strapping himself in.
“It’s pretty self-explanatory. Abel—” his voice broke on that word— “taught me
how. It isn’t too hard to get the basics, and that’s all we need to get back.
You can do comms for us as well.”
“I’ll ask if anyone’s around, then,” Seryozha said, switching his headset to
the starfighter-to-starfighter frequency. He was a little discomforted in the
fact that he and Cain seemed to be tolerating each other. This was something
that had never happened before. It was a little odd.
“This is Starfighter Ruka. Is anyone ready to fly out?” he announced, putting
on the militaristic voice that he used when communicating with higher-ranked
officers, or giving people orders.
“Starfighter Chyerdak is ready to fly out, sir,” Deimos replied.
Cain tried to suppress a guffaw. “Oh myshonok, that was Apollo. No need to call
him ‘sir’! Pahaha, that was priceless…”
“Cain, when we leave the Swamp, we will be within comms range of the ship, so I
recommend that you hold your tongue and stop being such a monumental cock,”
Seryozha said calmly, in exactly the same tone of voice as a flight attendant
reading the safety information.
Everyone else went ‘OHHHHHHHH!’, silencing Cain for quite some time.
“Anyway. Starfighter Dyen-Rozhdeniya, are you ready to fly out?”
“Yes, Apollo,” Sasha B replied. “And may I ask, what will you do with your own
starfighter? Are you going to just leave it at the Swamp?”
“Yes. It was fucked up anyway, so I won’t miss it.”
(The repairs he’d done after Deimos and Cain had wreaked havoc on it had not
really worked that well in the long run.)
“Can we go, please?” Cain whined.
Seryozha inhaled, then exhaled, very pointedly. “Of course. Let’s fly out,
guys.”
They all did so, meeting up at a safe distance from the Swamp. They formed a
small line, facing the stronghold, and turned on every single one of their
guns.
“Thank Jesus’ beard!” Milankovic cried. “You’re alive! All officers, please
report! Who’s still here?”
All the men said their names, and Milankovic whooped. A faint sound of applause
was even heard in the background.
“Oh, excellent news! You were out of range for so long— I didn’t know if any of
you were still around! Thank God! Time to smack this bitch up! Aim guns,
please. On my order… FIRE!”
There was an almighty volley of fire, but it did not just come from our boys.
No: some enemy ships with the final remaining crew had followed them, and had
opened fire.
“What was that? Report, report!” Milankovic screeched.
“Enemy ships have attacked us, sir… about five of them… We’re fighting them off
now, sir…” Deimos said through gritted teeth.
“Jesus Christ…” Milankovic breathed. “Keep reporting of your progress, please!”
All he could hear over the headset was a barrage of muffled explosions, and the
occasional curse from a fighter or navigator. No one was telling him what was
going on, and the tension of it was making him bite his nails like they were
tasty, crunchy carrots.
“Starfighter Dyen-Rozhdeniya reporting… we’ve been badly hit…” Sasha B said,
his voice strained, like he was trying to hold back waves of agony. “Both of us
are injured, we’re— oh my God! H—”
His headset suddenly cut off. Milankovic let out the breath he’d been holding
for some time, his mouth wide open.
“Starfighter Dyen-Rozhdeniya, report!” he ordered, his voice breaking. “Nisus!
Euryalus!”
“They were blown up, sir,” Yura said, uncharacteristically stoically. “Not a
trace left.”
“Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Milankovic muttered, covering his mic and
trying not to cry. He really loved those two. Especially Euryalus. Now they
were gone. Just like that.
Yura and Deimos’ ship was taking heavy fire. There were only three enemy ships
left, but they had decided to all take on their starfighter and go for the
primitive strategy of destroying the ships one by one. They were incredibly
vulnerable to the huge amount of ammo that Cain was pouring into them, but he
was only one man. He too could only take on one ship at a time.
A huge shell with an incredibly sharp tip punched through the glass windshield
of Starfighter Chyerdak. Deimos ducked, instincts only just saving him from
being completely mutilated by the debris. However, Yura’s chair was facing the
other way, and Deimos did not have enough time to warn him of the oncoming
shell.
All he heard was a gasp, but the starfighter suddenly lurching off-course told
him that Yura had been instantly killed. He swallowed down the tide of emotions
which, although tempered by the adrenaline and bloodlust of battle, were
rushing through him with devastating force.
“Phobos is down, sir,” he declared, putting all his effort into not completely
breaking down over the comms line. “Shall I navigate?”
In Starfighter Ruka, Seryozha almost totally let go of the controls. He did not
take in the full gravity of this statement, since he too was in the fevered
mindset of combat, but was with-it enough to kind of realise what he’d just
heard. Since the mic was just next to his face, he absolutely refused to let
himself show any outward emotions like crying or swearing, for he’d be totally
ridiculed by Cain. He just bit his lip, tried to quell the grief in his mind,
and continued to navigate.
“Take those fucking ships down, Deimos! Set it on auto! GO!” Encke bellowed,
now joining the comms frequency.
Deimos unbuckled himself and launched himself at Yura’s chair. He almost
completely lost it at the sight of his body, which still looked alive (just
with a hole through his skull and a mid-death throes expression on his face),
but turned his eyes away and looked frantically for the auto-pilot setting.
Stabbing the button, he leapt back to his seat and started shooting with such a
ferocity that he downed two enemy ships in seconds.
“Holy shit, Deimos! Now this is passion!” Encke exclaimed, applauding him.
“MY NAVIGATOR JUST DIED! HOLY SHIT! DO YOU NOT EVEN HAVE A THREAD OF EMPATHY?”
Deimos screamed, in a good mind to switch off his headset altogether.
The left wing of Starfighter Ruka was hit with a small shell, and the shockwave
almost made Seryozha shit his unitard. He clenched so hard he probably pulled a
muscle, then let out the most grateful and pleasured sigh of relief when Cain
blew up the final enemy ship.
“Right, boys, blow the Swamp to pieces!” Milankovic ordered.
Thankfully, Deimos was already facing that way, so he had no need to torture
himself by going back to the nav’s chair and turning the starfighter around. He
used up all his ammo on the Swamp, trying to hit the most vulnerable-looking
places. Cain did the same.
With an ear-splitting boom, the Swamp exploded. Multi-coloured flames
penetrated their eyeballs, and the flash was so bright that everyone was
blinded for a second.
“GET OUT OF THERE BEFORE THE SHRAPNEL HITS!” Milankovic bellowed.
Deimos braced himself, then went to Yura’s seat and clicked the helpful ‘return
home’ button on the control panel. The starfighter navved itself back to the
docking station as fast as possible, with Starfighter Ruka close behind.
As soon as they landed in the docking station, the ship rocked as the shrapnel
wave pummelled its side. It had lost a lot of its power, since it was quite far
away from the blast, but there were still some sizeable bits hurtling through
space. There was no real damage, and things returned to normal in seconds.
Both Deimos and Seryozha were in the depths of misery. Deimos was better at
hiding it, since he was used to having to be an emotionless rock (and he kind
of was, since Cain had bullied him so much he kind of just stopped feeling
anything). Seryozha, on the other hand, was just a hair’s breadth away from
breaking the fuck down.
Keep composure, Seryozha, keep composure. Let it out later. Go to the bathroom.
You can have a little cry there, maybe. Just stay strong now, alright? Don’t
embarrass yourself, don’t… yeah… come on, keep composure… oh fuck, even I’m
losing it now, too…
He bit the inside of his cheek, which really quite hurt, to hopefully distract
him from the pain, both rectal and mental. He followed Cain out of the
starfighter, to find Commander Milankovic, Keeler and Encke, as well as some of
the housekeeping staff (the medical crew, the morgue crew, the cleaners, etc.),
assembled to welcome them back. They let out a mighty cheer when they saw the
three remaining officers step out of their ships, but quietened down a little
when they noticed the downcast and pretty much broken expressions on their
faces.
The ache in Seryozha’s rectum grew to full-on agony, signalling the next phase
in the GET TO THE TOILET NOW Protocol.
***** Chapter 73 *****
Chapter the Seventy-Third
“Should have gone before we left, shit…” he breathed, almost losing his mind
from the desperate nature of his toilet situation.
Milankovic came and slapped him on the back, making him visibly move with the
force of his ass cheek clenching.
“Congratulations, Apollo. Brilliant work. Just brilliant.”
“Thank you, sir,” he replied with a pained smile, inclining his head in
gratitude, and politely beginning to make his way through the crowd.
“Stunning performance out there, Apollo,” Encke said, putting a hand on his
shoulder. Seryozha turned, gave him a grateful nod and smile, then tried to
fight through the sea of people who all looked to be interested in speaking to
him.
They were all like “Well done!” and “Great job!” and “Congrats!” and as much as
he wanted to, Seryozha could not stop to fully thank them. He just kept smiling
and nodding and maybe occasionally saying thank you, but the need for the
toilet was so great that he simply could not tarry any longer.
He awkwardly slipped past everyone who tried to congratulate him, and
eventually found himself in a corridor containing a bathroom. He didn’t dare
run, since that would agitate his bowels to the point of literally shitting
himself, but walked briskly with his ass cheeks clenched. (That was literally
the only thing stopping him from having a real big accident.)
Seryozha almost had a heart attack when Cain suddenly clapped a hand on his
shoulder and said hello. He jumped so high he almost left the ground, and his
ass cheeks, in their shock, relaxed. Everything shot out, but it was contained
inside his unitard, and for some reason Seryozha did not notice.
“I’m gonna cut to the chase here, princess,” Cain said, steering him into the
bathroom. “I like you a lot. I probably like you more than I’ve liked anyone on
this ship. You know how much I like you? Well…”
He placed a hand on Seryozha’s warm and bulging crotch, with the full intention
of ripping his unitard off and giving him a handjob. Seryozha got quite hard
when he felt Cain’s hand, and the evil blue-haired fighter smiled.
“Ah, so you like me too?” he teased.
To be honest, the answer was no, but Seryozha was so frenetic and high on all
kinds of emotions that he did not dissent to Cain’s making a move. Really, he
needed something to distract himself from the grief that was just beginning to
creep in.
Seryozha nodded, his eyelids drooping down into that bedroom look. Cain licked
his lips and led him into a cubicle. He started kissing his neck, and Seryozha
was wracked with the most unexpected and intense arousal. He threw his head
back, letting out some embarrassingly submissive gasps. Cain’s touch was just
so beautiful.
“I want to make you my bitch, Apollo,” he growled, his husky voice making
Seryozha get really hot. Cain unzipped the first little bit of Seryozha’s
unitard and revealed his shoulders, beginning to kiss, lick and bite his
collarbones. After all, foreplay was very important.
“Then make me your bitch, Cain…” he replied, in the depths of arousal and
seriously wanting to be fucked then and there.
Cain circled round him, stopping at a comfortable position behind our favourite
well-cheekboned Russian. He carried on his neck-kissing from this new angle,
pulling Seryozha’s head back by rather aggressively tugging at his hair so he
could reach all of his skin. Seryozha liked it rough, so enjoyed this very
much.
By now, Cain’s erection was like a sword, and it was stabbing into Seryozha’s
ass. Since there was material (and shit, but they didn’t know that) in the way,
it wasn’t quite anal penetration, but they were in the perfect position for it.
Seryozha begged to get fucked, but Cain just laughed in a breathy and horny way
and teased him for being so desperate.
He introduced some more biting into the neck-kissing, leaving a few marks. He
went all the way up and down, from his ear to his collarbone, then turned
Seryozha’s head round a bit with one slender hand and kissed him full on the
mouth. As per usual, he ended it by biting his lip. Some blood was drawn, but
Seryozha just licked it off and submitted to Cain’s gentle caress.
“Please fuck me now, Cain… please…” he pleaded.
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
He unzipped Seryozha’s unitard, ready to lube up a finger and start things slow
(and small). But as soon as he pulled it down to reveal his ass, an avalanche
of shit cascaded down.
“HOLY LORD!” Cain shrieked, moving his hands away as fast as lightning.
“JESUS CHRIST! WHAT IS THAT?!” Seryozha thundered, so disgusted at himself that
he almost threw up.
The shit was coating the floor now, as well as Cain’s shoes and Seryozha’s
unitard. Cain shoved past, kicked the cubicle door down, then legged it.
“CAIN! NO! I’M SORRY! THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” he screeched, waddling
after him.
Cain was at the end of the corridor by the time Seryozha had left the bathroom.
“Please! Cain! I’m sorry! I want to be fucked!”
            “NO CHANCE IN HELL, YOU DISGUSTING SLUT! COPROPHILIA IS NOT OKAY!”
Cain sprinted out of sight and to a different bathroom to clean up. Seryozha
stood there, staring at the place where he had just been standing, and sighed.
Suddenly, Deimos appeared.
***** Chapter 74 *****
Chapter the Seventy-Fourth
Yes, perfect. He is vulnerable. Now is the perfect time to carry out Cain’s
orders.
Deimos advanced upon poor Seryozha and patted him on the shoulder. Seryozha
turned around and gave Deimos a death stare mixed with a grimace, pushing his
hand away.
“Come on, Apollo, let’s get you cleaned up. You look a little silly like this,”
Deimos soothed.
“Get the fuck away from me,” Seryozha spat.
“Oh, Apollo, I’m sure you don’t mean that. You wouldn’t really decline my help,
would you?”
“Yes, I— alright. Fine. You can help me just this once.”
“That’s the spirit!”
Deimos slapped him cordially on the back. At the same time, the retractable
knives hidden in his sleeve whizzed out, and in the next slap he ran Seryozha
through. Seryozha gasped as the ends of the blades burst out of his chest, and
blood sprayed out like a broken fire hydrant spraying out water.
“Why did you just kill me?” Seryozha screeched, as he fell on his face in
agony.
Deimos shrugged, cackling like a dastardly villain.
“THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER!” he screeched.
As Deimos stepped over Seryozha’s body on the ground and went to tell Cain of
his success, the aforementioned Russian rifled through his utility belt for a
gun. He drew his laser pistol and inaccurately fired off a couple of rounds.
One of them miraculously hit its target, and Deimos was felled instantly. The
shot had got him right through the throat, so he gargled, choked up a little
blood, then died.
“Fuck yeah! I am fabulous!” Seryozha exclaimed, punching the air.
He started coughing uncontrollably, his wound issuing his very life’s blood.
Soon, his heart just could not deal with pumping whilst completely mangled, so
gave out. Of course, this meant that he kind of stopped living. It was a quick
and easy death, not fitting for such an illustrious hero like our Sergei. Ah
well.
***** Chapter 75 *****
Chapter the Seventy-Fifth
Cain was now the only one left alive. He was still busy running away from the
scene of the shit fiasco, but stopped when he saw that no one was following
him. In fact, there was no one around. It was eerily quiet.
“Bollocks!” he cried, as nausea took over his body and he started swaying back
and forth.
The Essence of Shrek was now reaching its final infectious stages.
Coughing like a heavy smoker (which he kind of was), Cain dropped to his knees
and covered his mouth. Mucus rose up in his throat, and he kept spitting it out
onto the floor. Soon, blood was mixed in with this. It swiftly gave way to
full-on chundering, but it was merely a foul mixture of mucus and blood. It
went all over his body, and he shouted for help from a medical attendant.
With an almighty heave, Cain doubled over and puked out all of the contents of
his stomach. He thought it was over, so he stood up shakily and began to brush
himself off, but he was seized with another urge. This time, all that came out
was a little stomach acid, but the next time was truly horrific.
A bit of his large intestine poked out of his throat. The width of it was too
much for his oesophagus to bear, so he retched once more, meaning that a little
more of the coil unfurled inside his mouth. That was unbearable, so he retched
again, and a bit more came up. He continued in this awful cycle, until his
oesophagus inverted on itself and began to come out of his mouth too.
Now, since his digestive system had just been retched up out of his body, the
shit inside his rectum had nowhere to go (as it had been ripped from the large
intestine) but down. All his faeces plopped out, filling his unitard with a
warm and moist mass.
Insensible with pain, he collapsed, falling onto his stomach and intestines. He
gripped onto them for dear life, wishing that he could just die already. Sadly,
he was not being called by Hades just yet, so he had to lie there in utter
agony.
He heaved again, ripping his windpipe from his oesophagus. Now he could not get
enough air into his lungs, so he pretty much died of suffocation.
“Apollo, Cain and Deimos, please come to the briefing room for our final
briefing,” Keeler announced over the intercom, sounding incredibly pleased.
Some time passed, and none of them had appeared.
“Those obese, good-for-nothing—” Keeler grumbled, before Commander Milankovic
entered the briefing room.
“Where are my fighters?” Milankovic asked, his feathers well and truly ruffled.
“No fucking idea. Those fucking stupid shits are probably having a threesome or
something.”
Milankovic sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to prevent his oncoming
migraine.
“Oh, Lord… Right. Time to send a search party.”
A small group searched the ship top to bottom, and found the corpses of the
three men. They returned to Milankovic and told him this, and he gave the
biggest death glare/so done sigh in the world.
“Are you kidding me?” he groaned.
“Sorry, sir. They’re all dead,” the leader of the search party, a charming
gentleman known as Vladimir, said.
“Fuck me. This is just brilliant.”
“We did manage to destroy the Swamp and annihilate the ogre threat, sir,”
Keeler attempted, before being slapped across the face by the Commander. After
a long silence, Milankovic eased himself back into his chair and sighed deeply.
“This is what’s called a Pyrrhic victory, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” Keeler replied.
“Well they feel fucking awful. Right, you lot go and clean up the corpses, and
I’ll try and think of what to tell General Toszeimav.”
***** Chapter 76 *****
Epilogue
Sasha B woke up on a piece of his starfighter. It was many days after the
blast, so he had floated pretty far. A planet was in sight, as well as a space
station orbiting it. He paddled towards that, kicking his legs like he was
swimming.
            Reaching the docking station, he grabbed onto the edge and hauled
himself onto the outside of the airlock used for going out on space-walks. It
was made of a transparent material, as was the inner door, so he knocked on the
outside to get the attention of someone inside.
            A very beautiful alien spotted him, and opened the outside of the
airlock to admit him. He clambered inside and the door was closed. After the
space had reached the correct pressure, the inner door slid open and Sasha B
took off his helmet.
            Next was the problem of deciding what language to speak. Clearly,
these were a completely different species, so his petty Earth languages of
Macedonian and English would not help. He knew a bit of Ogre, thanks to being
posted to that mission with Shrek and whatnot, but he figured that even that
would not be understood. This beautiful creature did not look like an ogre at
all. They looked vaguely humanoid, but with large, luminous eyes, and a taller,
slender figure. Their proportions were a little different as well, but Sasha B
was totally enchanted. God, this alien was stunning…
            “How may I help you?” they asked, in a voice that sounded like they
were speaking through water.
            “You speak Macedonian?!” Sasha B exclaimed, instinctively stepping
back a bit.
            “Do not be afraid,” they said. “My scanner told me that that is the
language you are most fluent in, so I am speaking it to you.”
            “Right then… That’s kind of weird… But where am I? What planet is
this? And can I please get a doctor because I am feeling really faint…”
            He lost his balance, then his eyes rolled back in his head and he
blacked out. The alien laughed and picked him up, taking him away to the
infirmary.
            When he came round, he found himself lying upon a medical table,
with a variety of tubes stuck in various places on his body, and a green liquid
coursing through them.
            “What the fuck is going on?” he cried.
            The alien that had spoken to him earlier leaned over the table and
smiled. “Worry not, young Macedonian. Everything will be fine.”
            “Are you sure?” he asked, thinking that this was totally not going
to be fine.
            “Yes. I am. Everything is going to be alright. Everything…”
            Sasha B’s vision went in and out of focus, and he returned to the
depths of unconsciousness once more.
                                       ~
“SOMEONE HELP ME!” Yura screamed, his voice coming out as a lame whisper as it
was so hoarse. His fingernails scratched the inside of his metal coffin, but
made no dent. His hands were covered in blood from where he’d been trying to
rip the door off, and his throat was dry from shouting so much.
            He had woken up inside this coffin some time ago, having been
pronounced dead. He was in the morgue (he knew this as he’d heard the dulcet
tones of morgue attendant Volkov on many an occasion), about to be given a
funeral with full military honours. After that, he’d be shot out into space,
and at that point there would be no hope left. He would die, suffocating in
this tiny metal box.
            The most obvious solution was to kick the end out, since it was
weak and easy to break, but since he was so tall, they’d amputated the lower
half of his legs to fit him inside the coffin. That pain was kind of bugging
him, but it was nothing compared to the ice-cold fear of being buried/sent into
space alive.
            “PLEASE, SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME!” he cried, punching the coffin
lid with all his might. He broke a few bones in his hand doing this, and the
swear words he uttered as a reaction to that were enough to catch the attention
of a certain morgue attendant.
            “Jesus fucking communist Christ! You’re alive!” shrieked morgue
attendant Volkov, opening the coffin to find Yura’s pitiful form inside.
            “YES, I FUCKING AM. NOW GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
            Morgue attendant Volkov began to haul Yura out, but the head of the
morgue appeared, so Volkov had to scarper, whispering: “Quick, Phobos, pretend
to be dead!”
            Yura did so, assuming the expression he had when he had apparently
‘died’. Clearly, he was not dead: oh no, quite the opposite. The shell that had
gone through his head had actually lodged there, and the material it was made
of had antiseptic and healing properties (as it was crafted from substances
that were deadly to ogres but beneficial to humans— silly ogres) so his brain
miraculously healed around it. Of course, he had lost a lot of intelligence,
and could not remember anything from birth to eighteen, but other than that, he
was alright.
            The head of the morgue scratched his chin when he saw that the
coffin lid was open, but morgue attendant Volkov helpfully explained the (fake)
reason for this.
            “Prep the body for the funeral,” the head of the morgue instructed.
            “Will do,” morgue attendant Volkov said, saluting dutifully.
The head of the morgue left, and morgue attendant Volkov leaned down to
‘prepare’ Yura’s body for the funeral.
            “Don’t you fucking dare inject me with any more of that embalming
fluid, mate,” Yura said, wagging an aggressive finger.
            “I wasn’t planning on it,” replied morgue attendant Volkov, handing
him a spacesuit and helmet. “Put this on, so you’ll be alright when they launch
you out. As soon as you’re far from the ship, the coffin will pop open due to
the pressure of space, and you can use its lid to float to a Russian garrison
that’s not too far away, due east. Use a signal flare once you’re close by, and
they’ll let you in. They’re used to this; it happens all the time. When you’re
in there, they can hook you up with a starfighter or two to get you back home.
It’s been happening for years. I’ve done this to a few of the officers on this
mission who ended up alive. I think your fighter boyfriend was one of them.”
            Morgue attendant Volkov left before Yura could ask which boyfriend
that was. I mean, he did have two. And he didn’t know if either of them had
died. You see, he’d been knocked out cold as soon as he got shot, and he
remained like that for many, many hours. When he awoke, he was in the coffin.
There was a large amount of time that had elapsed between the two events, and
the worries about either Apollo or Deimos being dead were killing him inside.
            He put on the spacesuit and helmet over his clothes, struggling a
lot due to the fact he was missing half his legs. Thankfully, no one came in
except morgue attendant Volkov, who closed and locked his coffin when Yura had
finished changing.
            It was a cramped and uncomfortable time, waiting for his funeral.
Yura felt exceedingly strange, but soon banished these thoughts and ended up
falling asleep. It was the most blissful and delicious sleep of all, since the
air tank had a higher oxygen level than normal air, so he got nicely energised
and slightly high.
            When he woke up, his mind drifted to thoughts of palyets. He was a
few weeks clean, but the drug was so highly addictive that one could experience
withdrawal symptoms for decades. He still had spells of feeling like complete
shit, and just at this particular time, a real strong withdrawal feeling was
creeping up.
            I’m not addicted, I can stop whenever I like! he thought. But if
what morgue attendant Volkov said works, then I’d best get myself some more
palyets. We Russians did invent it after all. There’s bound to be some in that
garrison.
           He scolded himself for sounding like such an addict, but licked his
lips at the thought of some more palyets. It was just rather vexing that they
didn’t put him in this coffin with his vodka and caustic soda dispensers (they
gave the palyets user the exact right amount of each liquid for taking palyets,
and Yura had made them himself). They were really quite helpful.
            He fell asleep again, since he really had not got enough for this
whole mission, and did not— until now— realise just how tired he was. He slept
through his funeral, but was awoken as soon as he was shot out into the depths
of space. A cold stab of fear went through him, but assured himself that things
would be alright.
            The coffin lid suddenly blew open, and he grabbed it before it
floated too far away. With a small push from his bum, he started gently lifting
out of the coffin, the momentum of the lid also taking him along. Once fully
outside, he started to kick his (actually quite clean and well-healed) leg
stumps to get him to go in the right direction.
            Looking in the GPS on the left sleeve of the spacesuit, he saw that
the Russian garrison was actually a lot further than he’d been led to believe
by morgue attendant Volkov. He put his thrusters on full power, but expended
all the fuel before he was even close. He kept kicking like he was trying to
win the Paralympic swimming, and readied himself for a monotonous and scary
journey.
            By distracting himself with other thoughts, he found that the time
passed a lot faster. He was close to the garrison now, so got out a signal
flare and set it off. He reached the airlock, which was kindly opened. As soon
as the pressure was equalised, the Russians opened the door and some medical
crew rushed in to help him.
            “Thank God you people actually speak my language; it was so tiring
speaking English for that long,” Yura said, smiling at the sound of familiar
Russian accents all around him.
            “Another one of your lot said exactly the same thing!” one of the
medical attendants noted. “Now he was hot… Gorgeous hair, strong jawline,
beautiful cheekbones… ten out of ten, would bang.”
            She gave Yura the most paedophilic smile in the universe. Even from
that small description, Yura knew exactly who that medical attendant was
talking about, and it made him almost implode. His beloved Seryozha was here!
            The medical crew took him to recuperate in their sick bay, and Yura
was so jittery thinking about seeing one of his boyfriends again. He was a bit
cut up about not seeing Deimos as well, but he decided that one was better than
nothing, and it was a sluttish thing for him to be fucking two men at the same
time. (Pretty rich coming from an ex-rent boy.)
            “So,” said the captain of this garrison. “I suppose you are wanting
a starfighter to return to Earth.”
            “Yes, I would love that… and do I call you sir?” Yura replied.
            “Technically no, since the Russian units are auxiliaries and
officially lower in rank than you lot. But in practice, yes. I’m power-hungry
and I want people to be subservient to me.”
            “Alright… sir. Would you mind lending me a starfighter to get back
home?”
            “Of course not. In fact, I’ve got a fighter from your ship about to
leave. Care to join him?”
            “Certainly! I’ll go immediately, sir!”
            Yura instinctively tried to get out of the bed, forgetting that he
didn’t have half his legs. He jumped when his feet didn’t touch the ground
(because he didn’t actually have any), but was helpfully aided by a medical
attendant, who took him to the docking station.
            Looking as suave and as sexy as ever, Seryozha was prepping a
starfighter for launch. Yura’s heart skipped a beat and he got all nervous and
sweaty like this was their first date, and fought the urge to leap out of his
wheelchair and commando-crawl over to Seryozha’s penis to suck it. (Yes, those
were his first thoughts.)
            “Oh, Jesus Christ!” Seryozha exclaimed when he saw him, looking to
be having a heart attack. “Oh, fuck! Fucking hell! My Lord!”
            “Got anything else to say to me, other than curses?” Yura teased,
surprising himself at his rather restrained conduct.
            Seryozha opened his mouth to speak, gesticulating like he was
trying to swat a million flies away from his face. He thought of no words, and
stood there with a ridiculous expression on his face, looking like an idiot.
            “Apollo, could we please hurry up! I have been in this garrison for
ages! I want to leave!” came a voice from inside the starfighter.
            “Yeah yeah, Scarlett!” Seryozha shouted back. “Just a second!”
            “Scarlett?” Yura repeated. “She’s still alive?”
            “Yeah… Turns out I didn’t suffocate her completelyto death.”
            “Wait, you suffocated her?”
            “Long story, but yes. She’s still a bit pissed about it.”
            “No fucking way! I’d be too, if you suffocated me!”
            “Why would I suffocate you?!”
            “Erotic asphyxiation, Apollo. Don’t deny it. We’ve done it.”
            “Oh, fuck… Yeah… Let’s change the subject.”
            Seryozha took Yura into the starfighter, plonked him into the spare
chair, strapped him in whilst trying hard not to touch his dick, then sat in
the fighter’s chair.
            “Phobos, why don’t you do comms for us, since you’re not doing
anything else?” Seryozha suggested.
            “My pleasure,” Yura replied, at the same time as Laurentina
shrieking “PHOBOS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
            “Starfighter Pochta, are you ready to leave?” a voice over the
headset asked.
            “Yes sir, Starfighter Pochta is ready,” said Yura.
            “Then you have permission to fly.”
            “Thank you, sir. Going in three… two… one...”
            And off they went.
                                       ~
“Hom nom hunana, hom nom hunana…” the beings chanted, hoisting Johan on high.
He struggled in his bonds, but he was tied to the pole so tightly that he could
not move.
            “HOM NOM HUNANA, HOM NOM HUNANA…” the head of the aliens barked,
tapping his ten-toed foot on the ground to keep time.
            The aliens, all dressed in black and flowing skirts, paraded Johan
around on the flagpole, showing him off as a kind of human trophy. There was a
flag on the top, denoting the country of their defeated enemy, and Johan
underneath, looking very much the worse for wear. He was battered and bruised,
with all kinds of broken bones and severed limbs.
            They leaned the flag over a pit filled with toxic sludge. There was
a drop of about one hundred metres, however, before the sea of goo, making it
all the scarier.
            “Please stop!” he exclaimed, before bursting into tears, as the
aliens did not speak his language.
            “HOM NOM HUNANA, HOMYEH NOMYEH HU! HOM NOM HUNANA, HOMYEH NOMYEH
HU!”
            They lowered the end of the flagpole over the pit, letting Johan
get a whiff of its noxious scent. He passed out instantly because of the
dangerous fumes, so did not notice when they dropped him in. He fell silently,
instantly dissolving when he hit the toxic sludge.
            “Excellent, my friends,” said a colossal figure in a white robe.
“You will do very well as my next minions.”
            “Hom nom Master Shrek, hom nom Master Shrek…” they began to chant,
bowing at the feet of the Scottish ogre.
            Shrek cackled and patted the nearest two aliens on the head.
            “After our ship is built, we can return and DESTROY THE HUMANS!”
            “HOM NOM HUNANA, HOM NOM HUNANA!” the aliens hollered, running
around in a manic frenzy.
            They kept chanting, their voices carrying up to the heavens, and
the sound of the engineers building the ship ringing through the night.
                                      Fin
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