Jun 202018
 

Sometime around last October, I published my interactive book, Ravished Inside the Haunted House. It was a monster of a book and took my half a year to write it. I was exhausted and told myself that my next book would be a hell of a lot shorter.

About a month later, I decided what I wanted to write next was a story about a sex gladiator on a faraway planet who battled for his ass, literally. In front a screaming crowd and an evil Queen, he would fight aliens and people, with the winner having the right to fuck the loser with domination sex. It would be part of a grand tournament with a big finale where the winner gets to fuck the Queen.  It would be an interactive book where the reader took the part of the sex gladiator.

My initial thought was to write fast and dirty. Just spit this draft out there and I should have it done by June. Polish it and get it published in July. It would be like my version of a summer blockbuster: loud, crass and big. I would even get the jump on it and write some of it in December. Hell, I may have it done by May!

It is now June and I am about 80% of the way through the first draft. Whoops.

My rough outline was simple. Gladiator has a night before the match where he bangs the servant assigned to him. He then has a fight. If he loses the fight, he gets fucked and he is out of the tournament and the story ends. If he wins the fight, he fucks the loser and the story moves on.  The gladiator goes back to his room, bangs the servant and repeat. Easy-peasy. That is six fights and six nights before.

My biggest concern is that this would be most linear interactive adventure I have written. All of my books read like amusement parks; you can only visit so much on one trip. The early choices determine what part or theme of the book you explore. This allows the reader to play through the book at least three or four times with clearly different stories. I like this approach because it gets a lot of replay-ability out of a single book.

This book wouldn’t have that feature. You start at the same place, fight the same six sex gladiators and have the same six nights after the fight. There would be variations of how you fight or how to spend your night, but all in all, it is a single story-line without any real reason to read again unless you really like the story. This was a problem but I figured that I would just have to make sure the story is really good and worth revisiting.

Halfway through writing the first fight, it occurred to me that I have stressed that sex gladiators play to the crowd and play to the Queen but there is no mechanism to encourage the player to keep it mind. It seemed obvious that winning wasn’t enough, I had to quantify how good your win was. By adding that element, it stood to reason that your night after the fight would change as well. If you win and please the crowd and Queen, the Queen sends you a gift. If you win and only please the crowd, then someone from the crowd visits you. If you simply win, then you just have sex with your servant and maybe some luxury that has been provided for your quarters.

Now I have a lot of variety to play with. We have the same six fighters, but now there are three different ways to spend your night after each fight. That will help a lot with repeatability.

Of course, once I introduced the idea of three different ways to spend a night before a fight, it seems logical that the fight itself would change. Maybe fucking a member of the crowd gives you a hint about your next opponent. Maybe the Queen’s gift gives you an advantage. Maybe having sex with your servant can have risks in that you don’t adequately prepare for the next fight.

As you can easily see, now instead of fighting the same six gladiators, you have three possible variations for each of those fights. The math works out to three possible versions of each of the six fighters equals eighteen different mini-stories. Add to that the three different versions of the six nights before each fight for another eighteen mini-stories. Add them together, and I have thirty-six variations to write out for this tournament. Plus any variations I want to do on the grand ending when the Queen rewards you.

So that is how my simple story ballooned into a massive space gladiator epic that has consumed all of my writing for this year so far. I think it will be worth it. On a single run through, you will see twelve of the mini-stories and have twenty-four that you never saw. Of these thirty-six combinations, you could repeat some and see new ones depending on your choices. It may be linear, but there are a lot of ways to get to the end.

It is a lot of work but I can’t wait to share it with you.

 

 

 

Jun 182018
 

Annihilation was a movie that I wanted to see but didn’t get the chance to. I saw it recently and really regret not seeing it in the theater. It was a gorgeous movie about evolution and a failed marriage that happens to feature a group of women exploring a terrible place. It concerns an expedition into a weird place where something fell to Earth and now the landscape is all wacky with weird life. It is an exploration movie, mixed with weird science and just plain mysterious things. Big emphasis on mysterious shit.

After I saw the movie, I read the book by Jeff Vandermeer.  Holy crap, if I thought the movie was good, the book is spectacular. They deviate a lot and I read that the director wrote the movie from what he remembered of the book, and didn’t go back to reference the book. Normally I would have some harsh words about that but the sliding perception nature of the book makes me wonder if a half-remembered version of the book into a movie might not be the best way to adapt the book.

Technically this book is about an expedition into a weird place called Area X where the laws of logic and science have given way. The narrator is a member of the 12th expedition, sent in by a government agency to figure out what the fuck is going on. Almost instantly, she realizes that most of their preparation was a lie and their real mission is a mystery.  The narrator is also looking for some answers on what happened to her husband who went in on a previous expedition so there are personal reasons for going as well.

In reality, this book is a deep dive into the narrator’s personality. She’s an introvert biologist who feels most at ease observing life rather than participating in it. This drives her husband away and she knows it, but is so emotionally detached she is not all that sure she really misses him.  She observes the weird land around her with the same detachment, giving her an advantage over her rapidly failing teammates.

As interesting, weird and fantastic as the land she is exploring is, the real story is about how alien the narrator is to her husband, her family and her place in the world. I was drawn to the weirdness of the creatures he meets, but ultimately I couldn’t help feel that the narrator is her own unique species.  She doesn’t get her husband and he never really got her. She failed at most of her field work jobs because foundations need data they can use instead of the data she found interesting. In this weird Area X, she is an alien explorer but she was one in the normal world as well.

As a porn-writing nerd who dabbles in magic, I sympathize a lot with her. I suspect most people of an introspective bent will.

There are themes of perception being played with as well. Truth is fucking fluid. The group was lied to and manipulated but to an unknown end. The narrator inhales some spores early on and it gives her an advantage in perception but maybe also hallucinations. Journals are found and both trusted and suspected of being false. The fact that everything you know comes from the journal of such an emotionally detached person who admits to ignoring unpleasant facts makes every page untrustworthy.

The differences between the movie and the book is centered mostly on the narrator. In the book, she is a biologist who trying to connect with the bizarre life around her. In the movie, she is a biologist/ex-soldier. It is a weird change that turns a book of self-reflection into a movie about shooting monsters and trying to find the true fate of her husband. The movie expedition members get attacked by monsters. Most of the book expedition dies from circumstances only guessed at. It almost feels like a condemnation of Hollywood that the only conflict we accept in movies are things that can be shot or blown up.

The book is part of a trilogy and I haven’t read the others yet. Whether they live up to the wonderful experience of the first book remains to be seen. No matter what happens with the rest of the series, I will think back on this book fondly. The last time I read a book that both disoriented me while making me thinking really deeply was House of Leaves. Thankfully, Annihilation is a lot shorter.

Jun 152018
 

“I Roved Out” by Alexis Flower is a webcomic about the incredibly filthy adventures of Cotton, a buxom half-elf and her best friend, Maeryll, the sexy snow elf. A great artifact has fallen to the ground and every major power desperately wants to grab hold of it. Cotton spends a lot of her time avoiding getting coerced into this quest. In the meantime, she and Maeryll have lots of graphic sex with anything that moves. This story was recently collected into a book that was made possible by Kickstarter.

This is easily my favorite sex comic in a very long time. Each page is a work of art. I don’t know what the medium is, but it looks like loving painted pages out of Heavy Metal when they had the good stuff.  I mean, just look at this stuff. It is crazy good.

The story is great too. There are some transitions that leave a bit confused at times but I work it out after a few pages. Over all, it is a rather sexual fantasy world where just about anything is down to fuck. It reminds me a lot of Oglaf in tone. Or maybe playing a tabletop role-playing game with your local kink group. There is a pretty cool serious plot with the artifact that has fallen to the planet, but mostly the story is about Cotton fucking anything to get her out of having to do this quest.

There is a lot of hetero sex, plenty of lesbian sex, quite a bit of monster sex and the occasional gay sex. It is the rare sex book that made me laugh out loud several times. I physically felt pain when I came to the end of the book as I wanted it to go on forever.

Speaking of forever, the hardback version is huge and lovely. At 300 fully illustrated pages, it feels like an epic sex trilogy. It took me a week to go through it and I had a smile on my face the entire time.

The best compliment I can think of is that this is the kind of book I would want to write/draw if I could draw. If you like any of books, I don’t see how you couldn’t love this one.

You can read the webcomic here, or treat yourself and buy the book here.

Jun 122018
 

There is a certain kind of writer that is always in style. It is a cranky voice, angry at the ridiculousness of the world and raging mad at the rich and powerful. There is a hostility in their writing that is a like a vigilante smashing thorough injustices that we just take for granted. They often have a wildman quality in which we think they are crazy but we also wish we could borrow a little of that crazy to be used in controlled doses.

The problem with these kinds of writers is that there is a thin line between being hostile to those who deserve hostility and just being an asshole to everyone.  When you poke past their writing and look at the writer, sometimes you find a wretched person with some nasty qualities.  The writer is less of a vigilante and more of a psychopath who happened to attack the things you didn’t like.

Anthony Bourdain, by all accounts, had none of those problems. He was the rare angry writer who upon closer examination, was even more admirable. Anthony was an advocate for Latinos and their invisible role in the food industry. He was a champion of the MeToo movement. when other people tear into a North Dakota food critic for her review of an Olive Garden, Anthony gets her a book deal and points out how her earnest column was an honest examination of the food that was available.

I encountered Anthony through his television shows and they were such an education. He taught me that no matter where you go, something is frying some kind of meat. He taught me that real food is made by families and the best meal you can find is made by a grandmother. He taught that food is always about who has access to it and what is the scarcity.  he taught me that if you are a tourist, don’t eat where the tourists eat but eat where the locals go. Most of all, he taught that people were much more alike than they were different.

My favorite Anthony memory was when he went to Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. The people there seemed so exotic and foreign but yet here they are, gathered at a fried chicken restaurant like you would find in any Southern state. I consider myself such a super-liberal guy but watching that moment and seeing how surprised I was, made me understand that I had a lot of unconscious prejudices that I wasn’t even aware of. That was the kind of stuff Anthony tackled everywhere.

And my Goddess, he could write. If you only know Anthony by his wonderful television shows, then you need to check out his books. I have a fondness for “The Nasty Bits”, a collection of articles and essays he wrote for various sites. Each one is a mini-story about life , food, cooking and everything in between. He wrote fiction with the same edge, crafting crime stories like he has been doing it all his life.  it is truly unfair that he could write that good.

It is his stories of being a chef that really resonate with me. He wrote about how being a chef where everything goes right is cool, but the best memories are when things go to shit and you still managed to send a meal out. Time and time again, he made cooking out to be a madman’s passion where things are always going wrong but you make it work. Or maybe you don’t make it work and you just suck it up. Either way, you keep cooking and you do it again tomorrow.

As an anxious person, these stories always amazed me. When I first started cooking, the smallest mistake would be so discouraging. I used to break down in tears if a meal came out bad. It has taken a lot of work to get past that and I still have my episodes but man, reading Anthony, a genuine bad-ass in his own right, talking about fucking up cooking and carrying on, is fucking inspiration. Anthony, rightfully so, glamorized the mistakes and troubles of cooking as part of the real work of cooking. Any dumbass can make a steak after a few tries but a real cook fucks up a sauce and does his best to save it. Whether he saved it or not is not as important as the fact that he did his best to make it work.

Anthony Bourdain passed away this Friday and I am still in a state of grief. He committed suicide, which as a lifetime depression sufferer, really hits close to home. It is deeply unfair that such a wonderful man could have perished but that is how depression works. Depression sucks and it is a daily fight. Anthony lost that fight and I hope wherever he is now, he is happier.

As for me, I will try to remember what Anthony tried to teach us. I try to cook with love for whomever I am cooking for. I try to be mindful of the privilege I have to enjoy food most people will never get to have.  I try to get out of my routine and try new things.  And for Anthony’s sake, never have the fish special on a Monday because it is most likely the fish that turned bad over the weekend.

Jun 112018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Way the Queen Makes Me Feel” by Royal Astronomers. The three outer planets are gas giants while the two inner worlds are barren rocks. The third planet contains life and is heavily industrialized. There are no ships traveling between their planets and their two moons are pristine of any bases or outposts. They do have about a multitude of satellites orbiting the planet, but they appear to only be used for communications or spying. They call their planet, Wix.

I have spent a day observing their communications. The race, which calls itself Wixkons, appears to be the same as the lone organic I encountered on the Orbiter of Fuck. Like most primitives, their society is greatly divided into many countries. Clearly their planet was not blessed with a family that could unite them the way Queen Erishella’s ancestors did.

Warfare and watching entertainment seem to be their major interests. Their broadcast are split between paranoid suspicions about what the other countries are doing, updates on various wars, and fictional stories about solving murders. The murder investigations seem out of place, but I admit that I find them compelling.

They have developed nuclear weapons which is concerning with their fondness for war. They may destroy themselves before the Queen has a chance to subjugate them. I will initiate Protocol #4 to stop their self-destruction as well as prepare them for their future submission. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: This is very exciting. Protocol #4 allows me to use the fabricator to make fancy outfits and jewelry to impress the natives. I think I might use the construction budget to make a few things outside of the recommended list. It will all be recycled later but it is not often I get to wear something other than a spacesuit.

Vaquel Dr stood inside the airlock of her probe ship. Outside the viewport, she could see the night sky and the tops of thick trees. Down below, a small house nestled between the trees and with the lights were on. According to the scans, there was a single occupant inside.

“Let’s do this,” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said from the navigation control.

The probe ship fired an EMP pulse at the house. The lights turned off and any other electronics were disabled. Scans showed the single inhabitant standing up and checking on their equipment.

“The engines,” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

The probe ship engines roared. The sound was deafening and completely unnecessary for the ship’s hovering position. It did lure out the person inside the house.

“Set us down,” Vaquel said.

Chairbot’s reply was lost in the roar of the engines. Bright beams of light flashed from the probe ship and swept the ground. Musical tones were broadcasted towards the house. Slowly, the ship descended towards the cowering Wixkon.

When the ship touched down on the ground, the noisy engines cut off and the airlock opened. Vaquel stood in the doorway clothed in a golden gown. The gown exposed her heavy brown breasts, but small anti-gravity generators caused her breasts to float. A tight corset of glowing thread bound her waist while sweeping waves of fabric fell from her wide hips. She had added extensions to her short pink hair so that her hair now fell past her shoulders. A silver band graced her forehead and sparkled with a giant emerald.

The occupier of the house watched in stunned silence. Vaquel studied the Wixkon. It was slightly shorter than Vaquel with skin paler than white sand. Frizzy black hair surrounded a face with four blinking eyes. She wore a pale blue jumpsuit that hung on her lanky frame. Four breasts pressed against her jumpsuit, each the size of Vaquel’s fist.

“Greetings, Woman of Wix,” Vaquel announced. The sound modulator on her headband made her voice sound musical with a slight reverb. “I am Vaquel, and I have come from the planet of Euphoria! I bring you a message of Peace and Bliss”

All four eyes of the Wixkon woman grew wider. “By the Codex, you speak our language!”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. “Your primitive language was but a moment’s study to learn.” There was no need to explain that most of the galaxy spoke the same three thousand languages due to some unexplained quirk in parallel development and that Wixkons spoke a simple variation of Verdana.

“I can’t believe this!” the Wixkon said. “A real alien, right in front of me! We need to tell the government! You should speak to our Executive Technician! Can you help us with our war with Poy?”

“Calm yourself,” Vaquel said. She stepped down from her probe ship. The golden gown bobbed as her hips swayed. Various threads pulsed with golden light as she walked closer to the babbling woman. Her free-floating breasts jiggled within the anti-gravity field.

“What is your name, oh ignorant spawn of this world?” Vaquel asked.

“Oge Regne,” the woman responded.

“Oge, we have been studying you and your world for quite some time, Vaquel said. “We have chosen you specifically to carry our message of Peace and Bliss to your people. Do you understand this honor?”

“Wow!” Oge said. “If you have been studying me, then how come you didn’t know my name?”

“Do not bother me with your inane questions!” Vaquel shouted. She didn’t want to mention that the criteria for choosing Oge was just finding someone who lived far away from any witnesses. “I ask again, do you understand this honor, or should I go take the gifts of my people elsewhere?”

“Gifts?” Orge said. “Oh, uh, yes, I understand this honor!”

“Good, then you may kiss my breast,” Vaquel said. “The right one, here.”

Oge blinked. “Oh?”

“Are you refusing this gift?” Vaquel said. “Maybe your world is not ready for Peace and Bliss after all. Or maybe it is your country. Perhaps I should ask the people of Pov?”

“No, no, no!” Oge said. “Sorry, I just haven’t done this since Tech School.”

Oge hurried over to Vaquel. The brown breast floated within the anti-gravity field. Oge leaned in and gave Vaquel’s breast a light peck with her lips.

“Do not be shy,” Vaquel said. She grabbed the back of Oge’s head and pressed her to her breast. Vaquel’s massive brown tit jiggled against Oge’s face. Oge said something but it was hard to tell what it was with her lips smothered in tit.

“Yes, now open your mouth,” Vaquel said. “Ah, there you go. Now use your tongue. Much better! Keep licking and I will tell you of my race.”

Oge mumbled into Vaquel’s jiggling breast.

“The universe is filled with many species and races,” Vaquel said. “They are ruled by the wonderful Euphorians, a wise race that explores and welcomes new planets into our wonderful kingdom. The leader of the Euphorians is Queen Erishella, a beautiful woman who grants the universe the gift of Peace and Bliss.”

Oge muttered something into Vaquel’s floating breast.

“Here, lick my nipple,” Vaquel said as she directed Oge’s mouth to her areole. “Ah, there you go. Flick your tongue quickly. Yes, just like that. Now take slow long licks with the flat of your tongue. Good, now alternate between those two techniques while I tell you more.”

“Now, as I was saying,” Vaquel continued. “Queen Erishella wants to bring Peace and Bliss to your world. She will give your people great technology, wonderful riches and fabulous discovereries. All your problems will disappear. You will experience new sensations beyond your imagination. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Oge lifted her mouth from Vaquel’s breast. A trail of spit connected her lips to the hard nipple. “Wow, she promises to get rid of all of our problems?”

“Of course,” Vaquel said. She didn’t say that Oge’s world will forget about any of their petty problems once they have the problem of the Queen’s invasion force.

“That sounds great!” Oge said.

“It does,” Vaquel said. “Here, you may now kiss my other breast.”

Oge leaned back down. She hesitated before Vaquel’s breast and looked up. “When is the Queen coming? We have a lot of problems right now.

Vaquel pushed Oge’s head down onto her breast. The Wixkon went straight for Vaquel’s dark nipple and started sucking. She licked fast and then slow, just like she had been taught. That was a good sign.

“The Queen must bring Peace and Bliss to many planets before she comes here,” Vaquel said. “That is why she sends explorers like me to come to distant backwater worlds like this. I have chosen you, Oge Regne, who’s name I knew all along, to be the herald of the Queen’s message. You must tell your people about the Queen and prepare yourselves to become worthy of her blessings.”

Oge looked up from Vaquel’s breast with her four eyes. Both cheeks caved in from the force of her suction. Her lips were tight around Vaquel’s nipple and her tongue was flicking rapidly over it.

“Yes, you have a question?” Vaquel said.

Oge popped Vaquel’s nipple from her mouth. “Me? Why don’t you tell them? No one is going to believe me.”

“They will,” Vaquel said. She lifted Oge’s head from her breasts. “for you see, this will be a test of your worthiness. Convince your world that the Queen is coming, and the Queen will reward you with governorship over your people. But first, you must take off your clothes.”

Oge blinked. A blueish tint formed on her pale skin. “Uh, okay. Let’s go inside my house. Or maybe we can go in your ship?”

Vaquel smiled. She sensed Oge’s embarrassment and relished in it. “No, no, we must do it out here,” Vaquel said. “In fact, you will teach your people to be naked often under the watching stars to show your appreciation for Queen Erishella’s gifts.”

Oge blinked and looked up at the sky. Vaquel felt the urge to giggle and bit down on her lip. Micro-shudders of her repressed laughter jiggled her floating breasts.

“Now, Oge,” Vaquel said. “For the Queen.”

Oge nodded and undid a button on her jumpsuit.

“No,” Vaquel said in a moment of inspiration. “Say, ‘For the Queen’ and then get undressed.”

“For the Queen,” Oge said, looking up at the stars in the sky. She unbuttoned another button and then another. Button by button, she opened the middle of her jumpsuit. Four small breasts were revealed, topped each with inverted nipples. Further down, the smooth lips of her sex were revealed with a fringe of curly black hair surrounding it. Oge then stepped out of her jumpsuit and stood before Vaquel naked.

“Now behold your gift,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button hidden in the waist of her gown. A seam appeared in her billowing skirt and then both sides retracted. The golden fabric swept back to reveal Vaquel’s bare brown legs and bright pink pubic hair. A glowing gold phallus protruded from her sex lips and pointed downwards from its weight.

Oge’s four eyes widened. She trembled a little. One of her hands dropped defensively over her crotch.

“Wow, are all of your people, uh, endowed?” Org asked.

“What? No,” Vaquel said. “It is inorganic, see?” Vaquel pulled on the phallus slightly and it came a few centimeters out of her pussy lips. “It is double-ended and held in place by force fields projected by the-you know, you don’t really need to know how it works. This is your gift and the Queen herself has personally decided that you will receive it.”

“Oh!” Oge said. “I see! It is a sex instrument! Will you show me how to put it on?”

Vaquel smirked. She reached down and stroked the thick phallus. “You misunderstand. It is nots yours to have, it is yours to receive.”

Oge blinked and swallowed hard.

“Now turn around and get on your hands and knees,” Vaquel said.

Oge stared at the large golden phallus and didn’t move.

“You do want to bring Peace and Bliss to your people, right?” Vaquel asked.

Oge nodded. “I do! It’s just, it has been a long time since I have been, uh, penetrated. I broke up with my pair-bond last cycle because I found out he was cheating on me with a technician from work. In fact, that is why I came out here to this isolated habitation. My friend is lending it to me and she says that you really need to love yourself before you-“

“I’m going to interrupt you there,” Vaquel said. “As interesting as that is, I have a lot of planets to visit and a lot of gifts to hand out so if you don’t mind, go bend over so we can get on with this?”

“Right, right,” Oge said and she lowered herself to the ground. She got on her hands and knees and presented her backside to Vaquel.

Vaquel suppressed a whistle. Oge’s buttocks were rounder than she expected from such a lanky race. She got down on her knees behind Oge and guided the golden phallus to the lips of Oge’s pussy.

“Wait!” Oge said. “Are you sure it will fit?”

“Oh, yes,” Vaquel lied. “The Queen knows all, praise the Queen!”

To be sure, Vaquel squirted a little lubricant from a nozzle hidden in her gown sleeve. The lubricant bonded instantly to the dildo. Within seconds, it was slippery as an Euphorian gangbang.

Vaquel pushed the lubricated dildo into Oge’s sex. It was a tight fit so Vaquel took it slow. Fortunately, the lubricant eased the passage.

“Oh, that is nice!” Oge said.

“Trust in the Queen,” Vaquel said.

Oge moaned as Vaquel sank the full length of the phallus into her. The alien shuddered, and ripples moved across her pale buttocks. Without being told, Oge started to grind back against the phallus.

Now it was Vaquel’s turn to moan. The other end of the dildo, buried deep inside her own sex, pushed deeper every time Oge pushed back. The special plastic was designed to reverse any pressure experienced on the other end. When Oge clenched, Vaquel’s end pulsed. When Vaquel squeezed, Oge’s half of the phallus throbbed. Together they were able to stimulate each other without even trying.

Vaquel had never tried this design before. The fabricator would have never allowed her to make one, but the rules were different under Protocol #4. Vaquel realized the alien woman would never know how lucky she was.

“This is a nice gift,” Oge moaned.

“It is but one of many gifts the Queen wishes to bring,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel took hold of Oge’s hips and began to fuck her. The golden phallus slid in and out of Oge’s pussy with slippery ease. Vaquel settled into an easy rhythm as she fucked the kneeling alien.

“Now listen carefully,” Vaquel said. “I have much to teach you.”

“Oh, teach me!” Oge said, her pale body shuddering before Vaquel.

“Queen Erishella is worried that your people are advancing too fast,” Vaquel said. “Nuclear power is a clumsy and destructive energy. When the Queen arrives, she will teach you new forms of power to energize your pleasures. In the meantime, you must tell your people to give up nuclear power as well as the nuclear weapons you possess.”

“Wow, that is going to be hard to convince them,” Oge said.

Vaquel kept fucking Oge. “You will find a way. It is your mission for the Queen.”

Oge groaned. “Yes, I will!”

“You must teach your people to be more open with their bodies. They must produce as much porn as possible. They must improve their sexual skills. They must embrace a lifestyle of pleasure instead of a lifestyle of war. In this way, they will prove themselves ready for the Queen’s pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Oge moaned. She pushed back harder on Vaquel’s phallus. Her pale cheeks bounced against Vaquel’s dark hips. The sound of her wet sex getting fucked echoed through the woods.

“Last, take care of your environment,” Vaquel said. “For your world no longer belongs to just you, but to Queen Erishella!”

“Will do!” Oge said as she slammed herself back on Vaquel’s phallus.

Vaquel cried out. Her end of the phallus was throbbing at a maddening pace. She was fucking Oge but she swore the Wixkon was doing most of the work. Oge wasn’t lying when she said it had been a while since she had been fucked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Oge yelled. “You’re making me come!”

Vaquel pulled out of Oge. The pale woman moaned and reached behind her to grab the phallus. Vaquel slapped her hand away.

“Why did you stop?” Oge asked. “I am so close!”

“Because I need to tell you the most important lesson,” Vaquel said. “From now on, whenever you come, you must say’ Glory to the Queen’ Every pleasure belongs to her and it is only by her permission do we enjoy life. Never forget that, understand?”

“Yes,” Oge said. “I promise I will say that. Now please fuck me.”

Vaquel pushed back inside of Oge. The pale alien clenched down hard and Vaquel’s end of the dildo nearly doubled in size. As Vaquel trembled, Oge started humping the phallus.

“Yes!” Oge cried. “Right there, right there, don’t stop!”

Vaquel wasn’t doing anything. She didn’t have to. Oge furiously fucked herself on the dildo. She bounced back and forth, her four breasts smacking into one another with a strange clapping sound.

“Glory to the Queen!” Oge cried. She came to a sudden stop and shook all over.

The dildo inside Vaquel pulsed wildly. Her own orgasm was just within reach. Vaquel grabbed Oge by the bony hips and slammed into her.

“Whoa!” Oge cried out. “Slow down! I’m sensitive!”

“Push through it,” Vaquel said between grunts. “Take the Queen’s gift!”

Vaquel fucked Oge with frenzied passion. Her hips slammed into Oge’s shuddering ass. The thick dildo slide in and out of Oge’s wet lips.

Oge took it. She grabbed tufts of grass on the ground and held on. Her head slumped down and she rested her cheek on the dirt. She kept her ass high in the air as Vaquel savagely fucked her.

“Glory to the Queen!” Oge cried again.

Vaquel snarled and fucked faster.

“Glory to the Queen!” Oge screamed once more.

Vaqiel grabbed one of her exposed breasts. Her fingers cinched around a hard nipple and pinched. She twisted her nipple while her hips continued to fuck.

“Glory to the fucking queen!” Oge screamed.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried at last. She froze as orgasmic bliss exploded through her body and made her toes curl.

When the spasms finally faded, Vaquel pulled out of Oge. The pale woman collapsed to the ground, juices flowing from her sex. Her hands are still clenched together around the shoots of grass she was holding onto.

Vaquel rose on unsteady feet. Her phallus glistened with Oge’s juices. She almost pressed the button that would close her gown back up, but she thought better of it. Instead, she reached down and grabbed Oge by the hair. She pulled the semi-conscious woman up to her knees and guided her head to the dildo.

Oge opened her mouth and took the phallus between her lips. Her tongue went to work, and her cheeks puckered as she sucked on the dildo. She looked up at Vaquel with glazed eyes.

Vaquel smiled. Oge didn’t have to be told to suck. This was a species that was going to do well serving the Queen.

“Enough,” Vaquel said and she pushed Oge away. “Now remember, you are our ambassador. Teach peace, pleasure and environmentally conscious habits. Also, get rid of nuclear weapons and energy.”

“I will,” Oge said. “I will teach your ways to everyone!”

“Good,” Vaquel said. “I must go visit other planets now. The Queen will be pleased with you!”

Oge waved as Vaquel returned to her ship. The airlock closed and the giant beams of light swept the area in a dramatic fashion. The engines roared to life and the probe ship headed up into space.

“Enjoyed that Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel wiped off the phallus and closed her gown again. “Immensely. How many more isolated beings have you found?”

“I have seven total,” Chairbot reported. “All in different countries spread over the planet. Three males and four females.”

“Hmm,” Vaquel said. “Go to one of the males next. I’m going to tell this one his gift is in my ass and he needs to find it with his tongue.”

“Right away, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

May 022018
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty-three of my forty-five day journey to the star system designated “The Way the Queen Makes Me Feel” by Royal Astronomers. It is a lonely stretch of space, free of spatial anomalies, meteors, and stray cosmic rays. At least, that was what I thought.

Sensors have picked up a vessel drifting in space. Vessel might be too generous of a word as it has no thrusters or visible means of propulsion. I suspect it might be a satellite that has broken free of its orbit. Long range scans have picked up writing on the side of the vessel. It is a version of Mistral and reads as “The Orbiter of Fuck”.

The vessel has no distress signal but scans reveal that there is power. I attempted contact and a robotic voice responded. It identified as Wanderer and informed me that one biological unit was on board as well as four robots. Wanderer invited me on board, and the invitation was open to any robots that may accompany me.

Chairbot overheard the invitation and pestered me to join. I have graciously allowed his request in case the situation turns violent. I am not sure what Chairbot can do offensively but maybe he can take a laser shot while I escape.

Docking will be in twenty minutes. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Making contact with a drifting vessel is never a good idea because of the possibility of the inhabitants wanting to hijack my ship, but I find that people adrift in space are usually horny as fuck and that is something I like to take advantage of.

The airlock to The Orbiter of Fuck opened and air hissed into the docking tunnel. Vaquel Di stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips. She stood in the perfect spot for the light to show off her rich brown skin and short pink hair. The yellow spacesuit she wore covered her body from neck to toe and was tight enough to showcase her large breasts, round hips, thick thighs and curvy butt. She had taken extra care earlier to pull her spacesuit tight against her sex to the line of her pussy lips were clearly visible.

“There’s no one here, Mistress,” Chairbot said. The purple robot rolled ahead of her and out of the airlock. The chair swiveled both directions down the hallway.

Vaquel sighed and relaxed out of her pose. “Have we been stood up?” She stepped out into the hallway and looked around. No one was there.

“Hello,” a soft female voice said. It came from above. Vaquel looked up to see a pale head descending towards them. The head had four eyes, dirty purple hair, and a gaping mouth with bright red lipstick on the lips. The head was connected to a cable that extended to the ceiling.

“Sorry I am late,” the head said,” but I had to check on the engines. I am the only one who does any work around here. My name is Wanderer, we spoke earlier.”
“Yes, hello,” Vaquel said. “My name is Vaquel and this is Chairbot.” Vaquel was at a loss for words. The talking head was expression-less. Looking closer, she saw that the eyes were painted on as well as the lips. The mouth was some sort of open port.

Chairbot didn’t have any such problems. “Hello! I see your cable is attached to a track. Does that allow you to roam the ship?”

“Yes,” Wanderer replied. “I was designed to maintain ship systems, which I still do but my primary task these days is to provide oral sex. Would you care for some oral sex, Vaquel?”

Vaquel looked at the gaping mouth and shook her head. “I’m good.”

“Then please proceed to your right,” Wanderer said. “The crew almost never leave the Presentation Room. I have activated the guiding lights to lead you to your destination. They will be very happy to see you.”

“Thank you, Wanderer,” Vaquel said. “Come on Chairbot, let’s find us some lonely space travelers.”

“But what if I want oral sex, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel sighed. “You have no idea where that mouth has been. Besides, what would she suck, your wheel? Come on!”

The lights guided Vaquel and Chairbot through the ship. The hallways were dirty and some of the lights flashed or didn’t work. Empty cans meant to hold beverages rolled across the floor while piles of wiring were lumped in corners.

“These guys have been here a while,” Vaquel said. “Be on guard, they might be a bit unstable.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

They finally reached the Presentation Room. A door slid open and jammed partway through. Vaquel had to pull on the door to get it open wide enough for her and Chairbot to walk through.

“Welcome to the Orbitor of Fuck!” a cheerful voice said. Standing behind a counter was a pale humanoid with frizzy red hair. His skin was pasty and looked unhealthy and there was a hint of madness in his bright four eyes. The green jumpsuit he wore was tattered and hung loosely on his gaunt frame.

“My name is Kole!” the humanoid said.

“My name is Vaquel,” she said as she approached the counter. “This is my servant, Chairbot.”

“No, no!” Kole snapped. “You’re blocking Oculus! You need to walk around to this side of the counter so he can see us!”

Vaquel glanced at Oculus. It was a floating robot with a giant sensor array. The robot turned to focus on Vaquel.

“Uh, okay,” Vaquel said as she came around to the same side of the counter as Kole.

“Do I have to come around the counter too?” Chairbot asked.

“No little buddy,” Kole said. “I’ll pick you up.”

Kole walked around the counter and Vaquel nearly gasped. The pasty humanoid looked like a collection of sticks in his jumpsuit but the bulge between his legs was like a large snake. The bulge throbbed as he walked and Vaquel felt a little light headed.

Bending over, Kole picked Chairbot up with ease and placed him on the counter. He then walked around Vaquel to resume his earlier position. His bulge brushed against Vaquel’s leg and she had a good guess at to its immense thickness.

Vaquel wanted to ask Kole about his anatomy but she was curious about Oculus. “Is Oculus recording our conversation?”

“Of course,” Kole said. “The scientists who built this orbiter used to contact the test subjects and see how they were doing. They also demanded that the subjects make sex toys and this is where they presented them.”

“You said that they used to, do they not do it anymore?” Vaquel asked.

“No, they stopped that ages ago,” Kole said. “But you never know, they might call back one day and I want to be ready!”

Vaquel nodded. This poor creature was a lunatic. “Wanderer said that the crew was here? Did she mean you and Oculus?”

Kole raised his hands to his mouth and shouted, “Artificial Intelligence roll call!”

Speakers crackled to life all around the Presentation Room. “Oculus!”

Oculus swiveled from left to right before centering himself again.

“Wanderer!”

The painted head of Wanderer dropped down from the ceiling and then zipped back up.

“Vendo!”

A gray and pink orb flew from across the room to land on the counter. The orb was transparent and contained several small spheres inside it. Small arms were attached to the sides of the globe and a crude speaker had been bolted on. The arms waved at Vaquel.

“Swaaaaaawk!”

A humanoid robot painted silver fell from the ceiling. It was short and barely came up to Vaquel’s waist. It looked like a poor imitation of the same species Kole was, except his nose was a long phallic object.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. She was surrounded by robots. “Is that all of you?”

“We forgot Chairbot!” Kole said.

“He doesn’t get a rollcall,” the silver robot said. “He’s just a guest star.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, Squawk,” the orb said. “He should at least get a guest credit.”

“Guest credits are only for robots who give their lives for replacement parts, Vendo!” Squawk snapped.

“Guys, guys, save it for the next committee meeting! We have guests,” Kole said.

Vaquel stared at Kole and the robots. Could robots be insane too? Maybe it was a side effect of being around an insane biological creature.

Before Vaquel could say anything, red lights began to flash in the Presentation Room. Kole’s eyes went wide and Squawk and Vendo waved their arms. All of them began to scream.

“Pornography Time!” they yelled.

“What?” Vaquel asked.

“We got to go before the air is sucked out and the lasers are activated!” Kole screamed. He grabbed Vaquel by the hand pulled her towards a door. The door opened to reveal a hallway with another door at the far end. As they ran, the far door opened to reveal another door and a door further down.

“Lasers?” Vaquel yelled. “What is going on?”

“It is the experiment!” Kole yelled. They passed through a door with another door down the hallway. “The scientists wanted to study the effects of pornography on the brain. They kidnapped one of their employees, put him on the Orbiter and made him watch a million pornographic films! They sent the worse they could find!”

They passed through a door and the hallway continued. The klaxons were louder. Small turrets in the ceiling tracked them. There was the sound of hissing air.

Vaquel looked behind her. Chairbot was following her. Squawk was sitting on Chairbot and making excited happy sounds. Vendo flew beside them, waving his arms. Behind all of them, Oculus followed along, recording everything.

“What happened to the guy they sent here?” Vaquel yelled.

“Oh, he found the escape pod and left,” Kole said. “The second guy choked himself to death masturbating and the third guy died from dehydration. After they sent me, there was some sort of accident and the Orbiter was sent flying through space. The movies are still playing though!”

The hallway finally ended at a dark room. A giant video screen took up an entire wall. A row of seats was set in the middle of the room. The floor was sticky and discarded tissues were everywhere.

Kole went to a well-worn seat and sat down. He patted the seat next to him and Vaquel sat down as well. Chairbot rolled into the room and Squawk jumped off. The silver robot took a seat beside Vaquel while Vendo floated to Kole’s right. Chairbot zoomed in front of Vaquel while Oculus took up a position behind them.

The screen flickered to life. Horns played a slow rhythm. A pasty creature the same species as Kole appeared on the screen. The creature appeared to be male and wore a jumpsuit loaded down with technical equipment.

“Oh great,” Squawk said. “Another repair technician. Why can’t we watch a movie about other professions fucking?”

“Can’t you change the movie?” Vaquel said.

“No,” Kole said sadly. “We can’t stop them, we can’t start them, and we can never pick them. Wanderer has tried but the pornography is hardwired into the station.”

On screen, the repair technician walked into a shabbily furnished room. There was another pale person of the species, wearing a tight jumpsuit. Four bulges on her chest appeared to be breasts. Frizzy red hair hung down her face and framed her four eyes.

“Are you the environmental repair technician?” the female alien asked.

“Yes, I am,” the male responded.

“Good, the system is too cold. I’m freezing!” the female said.

The music shifted. Drums began to beat. A whimsical wind instrument grew louder.

“Well, I know a way to keep warm,” the male said and the two pressed their mouths together.

“Aw, yeah,” Vendo said. He floated past Kole and approached Vaquel. The orb body began to buzz. It settled down on Vaquel’s lap and she felt strong vibrations coming from the robot.

“Whoa!” Vaquel said. “What are you doing?” She made no attempt to stop the robot.

“Relax,” Vendo said. “I am just keeping your genitals warm. It gets drafty in the theater.”

The buzzing increased and Vaquel groaned. The tiny spheres inside the orb body of Vendo bounced around furiously. The little hands grabbed her thighs as the orb rubbed back and forth.

“Her esophagus must be really cold,” Kole said, staring at the screen. He unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled out his pasty cock from a seam. It was just as large and thick as Vaquel suspected. He used both hands to stroke it as he watched the action on the screen.

“You guys do this a lot?” Vaquel said as Vendo buzzed harder between her legs.

“Three times a day,” Squawk said. The silver robot leaned closer to Vaquel. The tip of his phallic nose brushed her cheeks. “Want me to warm up your throat?”

Before Vaquel could respond, Squawk pushed his nose between her lips. Vaquel opened her mouth and was surprised to find he tasted sweet. The phallic nose filled her mouth and her lips instinctively closed around it.

“I mean, what else are we going to do?” Kole said as he stroked himself. “It’s free porn. We might as well enjoy it.”

Vaquel wanted to bring up the possibility of getting burned out on pornography but it was hard to ask questions with a dildo in her mouth. She also stopped caring about the question as Vendo’s vibrations reached a new peak. She decided to stop thinking and just relax into it.

“Hey, Kole, would you like to sit on me?” Chairbot said. “I am really comfortable, and I’ve got vibrators!”

“That would be great, little buddy!” Kole said and he moved to sit on Chairbot. The vibrators roared to life and Kole groaned.

Vaquel was shocked. She had no idea that Chairbot enjoyed other butts. She thought that the robot only liked her. There was a twinge of jealousy, but it quickly faded.

On the screen, another male in a white jumpsuit appeared. “Did someone order a physical therapist?”

The female alien broke her kiss with the previous male. “Oh, no! I forgot that I called two specialists today!”

“That’s okay, we’re professionals,” the said the second male. “We can both do our jobs and get you back up and running.”

The second male got down on his knees and began to munch on the woman’s ass through her tight jumpsuit. The first male opened her suit to reveal her four pasty breasts. He started to munch on her nipples. The female groaned between their dual mouths.

Much like Vaquel was groaning now. Squawk carefully slid his dildo nose in and out of her mouth. As he did that, his hand went to one of Vaquel’s breasts. The robot’s hand squeezed her tit and her thin spacesuit offered no protection.

Meanwhile, Vendo was grinding harder between her legs. The vibrations grew stronger and the small speaker on top of the orb began to shake. The tiny metal hands clenched harder on her spacesuit.

Vaquel reached down and pressed a button on her belt. The yellow spacesuit on her chest retracted into the belt. Her dark brown breasts were exposed in the dim light of the video screen.

“Wow, you are really dark,” Squawk said. The silver robot squeezed both of her breasts with his metal hands. “These are the second largest pair of breasts I have ever seen! Check them out, Kole!”

Kole didn’t say anything. He was staring up at the video screen, pumping his cock as Chairbot happily vibrated underneath him. Chairbot had engaged his reclining feature and Kole had tilted way back.

Up on the screen, a second female technician had joined the scene. Vaquel didn’t understand what her job was but it involved sucking on the first female’s fingers. Almost everyone was naked now and sprawled across an uncomfortable desk.

Vaquel pressed a second button on her belt. The yellow spacesuit covering her pelvis and legs retracted into her belt; exposing her bright pink pubic bush. Vendo hovered above her sex for only a second before dropping down onto her. The powerful vibrations pressed against her pussy lips.

“Mmmmm!” Vaquel moaned with Squawk’s phallic nose in her mouth. She gripped the edges of her chair. Her hips bucked against Vendo, grinding her sex against the vibrating robot.

Squawk’s hands moved to Vaquel’s nipples. The metal fingers rolled over her hard nubs and lightly flicked them. For a robot, he was surprisingly gentle.

Vaquel wasn’t in the mood for gentle. She pushed Squawk until his nose was out of her mouth. “Hey, Kole! Don’t you want to fuck a real pussy instead of just looking at one on screen?”

Kole looked back at her and then back at the screen. “I would but I don’t want to miss the movie.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. She pushed Vendo’s vibrating body away from her sex and stood up. An immense damp spot sat like a lake on the seat. She walked over to Kole and grabbed his arm. He reluctantly stood up as Vaquel took his place on Chairbot. Spinning the seat around, she turned and faced the standing alien with her back to the screen.

“There, now you can fuck and watch,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel leaned back on Chairbot and spread her legs into the air. Kole grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide as he pushed into her. Vaquel’s ass was lifted from the seat as his thick cock invaded her. Decimeter by decimeter, his pasty cock disappeared into her dark lips.

Kole shuddered and then began to fuck her. He quickly accelerated and within seconds, his cock was pummeling her tight sex. For a skinny alien, he had a lot of thrusting power and wasn’t afraid to use it.

A loud grunt from the theater speakers caught Kole’s attention. He looked up and laughed. “That does not look like a regulation depth checker!”

Squawk and Vendo laughed. Vaquel’s weight was on her shoulders as Chairbot struggled to support her. She twisted her head to look at the screen. One of the male technicians had his cock embedded in the first female alien’s ass.

“Neither is this one,” Squawk said and something hard pressed between Vaquel’s exposed buttocks. It was his nose! The nose squirted something warm and slippery against her asshole right as his nose pushed inside of her.

“Queen’s mercy!” Vaquel cried out. Squawk’s nose was a tight fit in her ass and so was Kole’s cock in her pussy. The two of them were giant rods inside her shuddering body.

“Let me get a better seat here,” Vendo said and the floating robot flew onto Vaquel’s sex. The vibrating orb pressed down on her sex with Kole’s cock inside her.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. She gripped the edges of Chairbot’s seat. The seat purred to life, vibrating against her back. clenching muscles relaxed as the twin cocks continued to fuck her.

Something purple dropped from the ceiling. It was Wanderer. The head of the robot landed on one of Vaquel’s jiggling breast with the mouth around her nipple. Powerful suction sealed the mouth tightly against Vaquel’s skin.

Vaquel shuddered in bliss. So many sensations competed for her attention. Vendo’s body buzzed against her sex lips as Kole fucked her. Squawk’s nose slowly slid in and out of her asshole while Wanderer sucked her nipple. Chairbot’s seat vibrated against her back as the sounds of the pornographic movie filled the arena with grunts and sighs.

A shape flew above her. It was Obscurus. It looked down on Vaquel, recording the orgy of robots and flesh.

Kole still watched the screen. “Wait, isn’t that technician with the short hair the soldier from that movie with the pirate sluts?” As he spoke, his hips kept fucking Vaquel.

“I don’t know! All I see is ass!” Squawk said with his nose buried in Vaquel’s asshole.

Vendo spun around on Vaquel’s sex. The vibrations rotated against Vaquel’s pussy lips and she gasped.

“Yep, he’s the soldier from the pirate slut movie,” Vendo said. “And he was the student from the sex academy movie last week!”

“Wow, that guy has range!” Kole observed as he fucked Vaquel.

“Him and his cock!” Vendo said.

Kole and the three robots laughed.

Vaquel ignored them. Let them watch the movie; she was focused on what was happening to her. Chairbot’s vibrations did wonders to her back. Wanderer’s suction on her breast made her nipple so sensitive. Squawk’s nose felt like it was going to split her ass apart while Kole’s cock drilled deep inside of her. Vendo’s buzzing brought her closer and closer to orgasm as Oculus watched and transmitted to Queen knows where.

“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” Vaquel cried. “Glory to the Queen!” she yelled as she reached her blissful climax.”

“Payload time!” Kole yelled and he pulled his cock out of Vaquel’s slick sex. He grabbed his long member and it began to twitch like it was trying to escape his hands. Vendo cried out and flew away while Wanderer released Vaquel’s nipple and ascended to the ceiling. Even Squawk withdrew, suddenly leaving Vaquel’s ass empty and hollow.

“What the fu-?” Was all Vaquel could get out before a blast of alien seed ejected from Kole’s cock. It was green and sprayed like a water hose. The first splash splattered against her face but the rest of it coated her breasts.

“Whoa!” Kole yelled. “All right, good job, everyone!” When his cock was done discharging, he slapped the hands of Squawk and Vendo in some sort of celebratory ritual.

“Fuck, do you always come that much?” Vaquel asked as she wiped her face.

“Yeah, sorry,” Kole said with a tone that gave away how unapologetic he was. “I think there is something in the food up here. I never really asked about it to be honest. “Wait here, I’ll go get you a towel.”

Kole left the theater as Vaquel sat up in Chairbot. Squawk and Vendo went back to watching the movie. A power technician had arrived and joined in the orgy. The two robots kept making jokes about what they were watching.

“Wait,” Vaquel said. “I thought the rest of the ship was unsafe during the movie? How can Kole get me a towel?”

“Oh, he probably turned on safety mode,” Vendo said. “We turn it on when we want to stage a quick reenactment or a skit. He just can’t stay out there too long. Safety mode usually turns off in a few minutes.”

Vaquel jumped to her feet. Green seed dripped from her face and tits. “Just long enough to steal my ship and get out of here! Come on, Chairbot!”

The doors opened for Vaquel and she ran down the hallway. Still covered in seed, she decided to run naked rather than have her suit slide back over her sticky body. She grabbed her laser pistol and thumbed it to the highest setting.

Chairbot speed past her down the hallway. “Mistress, I am detecting that he has entered the probe ship!”

“Fuck!” Vaquel screamed. She ran faster. Seed flew from her bouncing brown breasts. She entered the presentation Room and then down the hallway to her ship. Laser turrets in the walls tracked her but they didn’t fire.

The door to her ship was open. Chairbot was in the hallway facing the door. As Vaquel came closer, she saw Kole stepping out of her ship. His arms were full of something.

“Freeze!” Vaquel yelled. She stood and aimed her laser pistol. “Throwing out my shit before you steal my ship?”

“What? No!” Kole said. “I was umm, stealing your stuff, not your ship?”

Vaquel came closer. Kole was holding her underwear. He had bras and underwear of every color. It looked like he raided the dirty clothes hamper.

“You’re stealing my underwear?” Vaquel said. “I mean, I get it, I’m sexy but I thought you were stealing my ship.”

“Why would I steal your ship?” Kole asked.

“So you can get away from this crazy experiment!” Vaquel said.

“Why would I do that? I get food, a place to stay, robot friends and free porn! This place is great!”

Vaquel sighed. It hadn’t occurred to her that Kole enjoyed his predicament. Maybe she would too if she was trapped and had a hundred orgasms here. They called it Stuck-Come Syndrome back on her planet.

“Okay, just a misunderstanding,” Vaquel said as she holstered her pistol. “But still, you can’t take all of my underwear. They are not easy to replace. You can have some but not all, and you will have to pay me.”

“Pay you with what?” Kole said.

Vaquel looked down at Kole’s cock. “Let’s get back to the movie and I’ll tell you.

By the time the movie was over, Kole’s cock had earned three dirty panties and one very sweaty bra.

Apr 042018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have completed my forty day journey to the star system designed as “Queen’s Lingering Bite” by Royal Astronomers. Of the fifteen planets in the system, nine are gas planets and five are barren rocks. I have dispatched probes to these planets and will record the results.

As for the last planet, it has a thriving biosphere. Megafauna dominates most of the planet and I have observed giant lumbering creatures the size of some of the Queen’s palaces. Early scans show the ground is fertile and ideal for farming. The sea life is just as plentiful. This world could feed entire planets if not more.

Too bad the dominant lifeforms are beasts with teeth the size of fighter ships.

There are little signs of intelligent life. I have detected groups of bipedal flying creatures living in the mountain ranges. Long range scans are detecting what might be houses built into the side of the mountains. I will need to investigate closer to determine if the creatures are smart enough to be enslaved by the Queen. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: My anti-gravity wings aren’t going to do the job in those mountain ranges. I am going to have to break out the flight pack. Queen’s tit, I hope it still works.

Vaquel Di soared through the mountain canyon. The wind whipped at her tight green spacesuit, pulling and tugging at her ample curves. The exhaust from her flight pack formed a long blue plume behind her.

She giggled within her clear glassteel bubble helmet. This was easier than she remembered. The controls were operated by her thumb and forefinger. Depending on where she rubbed her finger with her thumb, the flight pack would turn, accelerate or even stop. Within minutes, Vaquel was making changes to her flight by instinct.

Fuck, this was fun! Vaquel’s thumb made a slight adjustment on her control glove and the explorer plunged deep within the canyon. She laughed and pulled up at the last second to avoid splattering herself on the hard stone.

“Target area approaching,” the computer told her.

Vaquel nodded. She was close to those suspected habitations built into the side of the mountain. It was important to determine if they were just natural shelters being used by a primitive species or proof of intelligence.

She could see the habitations up ahead. They were little more than holes in the mountain. Most of the holes looked like cave entrances but some the holes look small enough to be windows.

A shadow passed over Vaquel. She darted to the side of the mountain and took shelter under a ledge. Taking her laser pistol from her belt, she glanced up.

Large avians circle above her. They were humanoid in shape except for the large wings emerging from their backs. The talons on their hands and feet looked sharp. Feathers covered them from head to toe except for the curious angular faces. Most of them had white feathers while one or two were different shades of blue.

Vaquel watched from her hidden location. The white avians were chasing the blue avians, although the blue ones didn’t seem to be trying to flee. All of them stayed in the same general area as they chased and circled one another.

“Some kind of a game?” Vaquel said out loud. “Maybe a dominance ritual? Either way, I can check out one of their caves.”

One of the blue avians suddenly shot higher in the sky and the most of the white ones followed. The other blue darted further up the canyon and the remaining whites chased it. For the moment, the immediate area was clear.

A moment was all Vaquel needed. She put her laser pistol back in her belt and went into action. Launching herself into the air, she pressed down with her thumb. The flight pack ignited and she was shot through the air. The sudden acceleration made her tits jiggle within her tight space suit.

Vaquel speed across the canyon and towards one of the cave entrances. She released her thumb and flicked the cut-off switch. The flight pack abruptly turned off but her forward momentum kept her going. She coasted through the air and pulled up to a standing position. As the last of her inertia dyed out, Vaquel landed safely within the cavern.

“Fuck, yeah,” Vaquel said. Her heart was racing. Both nipples were hard and pushing against the tight material of her spacesuit. The crotch of her suit was soaked. This kind of personal flying was a new thrill for the jaded explorer.

Sunlight strewn in from the entrance and lit up the cave. It was a small area, barely the size of Vaquel’s dormitory back on her home planet. The walls showed marks of tools. This area was carved, not found.

Vaquel studied everything with an explorer’s eye. She cataloged the details and filed it away in her memory.

Here was a small hearth for a fire. The pit had ashes and nearby was a large stone to smother the fire.

There was a raised ledge with gathered vegetation to make a soft surface. It was most likely a bed.

Over here were stone tools for cutting and smashing.

On the wall were crude drawings. They depicted flying avians.

Vaquel paused in front of the drawings. The avians shown looked misshapen with too many limbs. On closer examination, she realized that she was looking at two avians coupled together. The avian on top was impaling the one below with immense phalluses.

“Yep, we got some smart ones,” Vaquel said. Making your own pornography was the principle sign of an intelligent species. The avians were more than suited for conquest and inclusion into Queen Erishella’s ever expanding kingdom.

Vaquel took a closer look at the drawing. “Smart and well endowed,” she said. “That tool is as long as my arm.”

A shadow came over the wall. Vaquel turned to see an avian standing at the cave entrance. It was one of the white ones. The feathers shook on top of his head.

“Easy there,” Vaquel said. She slowly reached for her laser pistol. If she could kill it before the others noticed, she could leave here undetected.

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the avian squawked. The sound was deafening and Vaquel could hear it echo through the canyon.

“So much for stealth,” Vaquel said as she slapped her pistol back on her belt. She couldn’t kill him now; his friends would retaliate and she couldn’t kill them all. There was just one option left.

Vaquel ran for the nearest window. She jumped in the air and activated her flight pack. Blue flamed jetted from her pack as she flew out into the canyon.

The other avians had returned. Four of the white ones folded their wings and dived down towards her. Terrible shrieks filled the air as they screamed at her.

Vaquel pressed down with her thumb. The flight pack pulsed on her back and her speed tripled. The canyon walls sped by Vaquel as the wind battered her jiggling breasts.

“KAAA!” an avian cried out right above her. Vaquel saw the avian’s shadow fall on her. How the fuck did it catch up to her?

The shadow grew larger as the avian swooped down on her. Vaquel braced herself but the avian screamed in pain. A backwash of heat on Vaquel’s legs told her what happened. The avian had dropped down on the exhaust of her flight pack and had been burned.

Vaquel looked back. The avian was on fire and was spiraling down into the depths of the canyon. The other avians were still chasing her. They didn’t appear to be discouraged at all by their comrade’s troubles.

A sudden narrowing of the canyon walls forced Vaquel to pull up. She crested the top of the canyon but powerful wind thermals slammed into her like a runaway escape pod. Vaquel was spun around by the terrible winds and struggled to retain control. Desperate, she plunged downwards into the canyon once more and the rough wind subsided. That was fucking close.

There was a flash of white to her left. It was one of the avians. He had taken advantage of her loss of control to catch up to her. Powerful wings swooped within a meter of her body. He looked at her with his angular face, shifting his attention from her flight pack to her face and then back to her flight pack.

“Try it fucker,” Vaquel said. “Get on my back and you’ll burn too.”

“KAAA!” the avian screamed and then its wings curled into a strange spiral. The avian swooped through the air in a curve that flipped it over. Before Vaquel could react, the avian was under her! It grabbed her and pulled her close to its powerful chest. Pinning her to his body, it flipped back around so it was on top.

Vaquel turned off the flight pack. Her hands were pinned between her busty chest and the avian’s muscular torso. Unable to move her hand freely, she didn’t want to risk jetting them into the side of the canyon.

Something poked between her legs. It was hard and very insistent. Vaquel couldn’t look between their bodies to see what it was but she had a good guess judging from the pornographic wall art she had seen.

“Wait, is this a mating thing?” Vaquel said. Maybe the white avians are the males and the blue ones she saw were the females. Her green spacesuit must have confused them or maybe it was colorful enough to arouse them anyway.

“Did you just want to fuck?” Vaquel yelled but the primitive avian didn’t answer. It merely kept flying through the canyon as something poked at the crotch of Vaquel’s space suit.

Vaquel thought about the cave drawings of the genitals. They looked huge and monstrous. She decided that for a thorough report, she needed to confirm their existence. Squirming within the avian’s powerful grip, she was able to get a hand down to her belt and press a button.

The bottom half of Vaquel’s suit retracted into her belt. She felt the cold canyon wind blowing across her bare ass and legs. She also felt something hard and stubborn pushing against her pussy lips. A shift her hips and the unseen phallus slid inside her.

Vaquel cried out. It was large, thick and very nimble. It was also about a third of the size of what she had seen on the cave walls. Once again, Vaquel learned that a lot of pornography lies.

“KAAA!” the avian cried. He suddenly pulled up and began climbing higher up the canyon.

The shift in direction slammed Vaquel’s body onto the avian’s cock. She cried out as the large phallus impaled her sex. Her legs wrapped around the avian and his feathers were soft against her skin.

The avian dived and Vaquel felt her weight shift away from the cock. He suddenly pulled into a climb and Vaquel’s body slammed back down on the phallus. The bird creature spun in the air and Vaquel felt the cock shift and pull inside her sex.

Vaquel was getting dizzy. The sudden shifts in directions and momentum was playing havoc with her sense of direction. It was also grinding the thick cock inside her in unpredictable and exciting sensations. Vaquel clenched her legs tighter around the flying creature and held on.

“KAAAA!” There was a scream from behind the avian fucking Vaquel. She looked and saw a desperate bird creature flying alongside them. It swooped in, arms out-stretched to try to snatch Vaquel away.

The avian fucking Vaquel went into a power dive. As Vaquel and the avian plummeted towards the ground, the avian pumped furiously between Vaquel’s legs. The thick cock pounded Vaquel’s wet sex with desperate fury.

“Warning! Collision imminent!!” the flight pack announced.

Vaquel didn’t know what to do. Surely the avian didn’t intend to splatter them on the ground? Maybe it was fucking her so hard right now because it needed to come before it pulled up? Could she be falling to her death because of some evolutionary trait of the avian was more concerned with climaxing than saving itself?

She should activate the flight pack. No matter how good that thick cock felt between her legs, she should take over. Just because he was fucking her just the way she liked it was no reason to get killed.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She was so damn close to coming.

The avian pulled up and the sudden shift impaled Vaquel deeply onto his cock. As her naked butt glided decimeters over the sharp rocks the canyon floor, Vaquel felt her orgasm spill over. Bliss exploded from her sex and filled her body.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The avian kept ascending. Powerful wings flapped as he picked up speed. He clutched Vaquel tighter to his chest while his pelvis kept pumping his cock into her pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again. She forgot all about nearly dying and surrendered to the amazing euphoria of her second climax. Shudders racked her body and her legs unclenched from around the avian’s waist.

The avian shook and her arms went limp. Vaquel barely noticed his distress until she slid off his cock. She fell for a single second before being another avian grabbed her from behind. The new avian took off into the sky, holding Vaquel tightly and pinning her back to his chest.

“What the fuck, ahhhh!” Vaquel cried. A thicker, harder cock slid inside of her. The nimble cock danced and thrusted within her.

Vaquel was in an orgasmic daze. Powerful arms were wrapped around her chest, squeezing her heavy breasts inside her suit. Feathers rubbed against her bare ass while a cock fuck her. The floor of the canyon grew smaller and smaller as she was carried upward.

What had happened? The new avian must have taken her from the previous avian. This must be part of their mating rituals. They were treating her like a prize to be fought and fucked over.

Vaquel shuddered. The thought made her wetter.

The avian holding her sped across the canyon. Screams from behind them told Vaquel that they were still being chased. It was a matter of time before one of them caught up and stole her again.

Which is why the avian holding her was pounding away at her tight sex. The avian’s cock was a battering ram between her legs. The strong arms kept Vaquel’s arms pinned as he fucked her. The wind whipped against her bare legs as the two of them swooped and weaved through the canyon.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel cried out. She went limp in the avian’s arms. The relentless fucking dominated her every thought. No matter how close they came to the canyon walls or how fast they were going, all Vaquel could focus on was the thick rod ramming her pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she came a third time.

The avian’s forward momentum was suddenly stopped. His arms opened and Vaquel went flying off his cock. She flipped head over heels with terrifying speed. Before Vaquel could orient herself, she was caught once more by another avian.

Vaquel looked up into the face of the avian that her. His face was looking towards the horizon as his wings furiously flapped. One hand was on her back but the other grabbed her round ass. Sharp talons gently squeezed her buttock as something long and thick pushed into her sex.

“Fuck,” Vaquel groaned breathlessly. It wasn’t as large as the previous cocks but that was okay. Vaquel’s pussy was sensitive and tender. The smaller cock was just what she needed as it pumped inside of her.

The avian spun wildly to avoid another competitor. Vaquel groaned as this cock shifted inside her body. She clenched down tightly around him; her pussy juice running from her pussy lips to fly through the air behind them.

Another orgasm was fast approaching. Vaquel giggled with delirium. She was exhausted. Her head was spinning she doubted that she knew which way was up. There was no way her body could come again.

The avian didn’t know or didn’t care. It climbed high into the sky while his hips fucked Vaquel. He slammed his cock in and out of her with a bestial need to come.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as another orgasm exploded within her.

“KRAAA!” the avian screamed and suddenly hot seed filled Vaquel’s sex. The cock inflated as it released an enormous load of come inside of her.

Without warning, they began to spin violently. Powerful thermal winds ripped Vaquel from the avian’s body. Seed flew through the air as the avian spun out of control.

They were above the canyon. In the bliss of climax, the avian had rose too high. The higher thermal winds were too much for the creature’s wings to handle. He couldn’t control which way his wings were pointed and gravity took over. The avian fell through the air, battered by the intense winds.

Vaquel activated her control glove and pointed her body downwards. The flight pack pulsed to life and Vaquel’s body shot through the air like a missile. She aimed for the panicking avian and reached him within seconds. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and she pulled him down to within the canyon.

The avian’s wings straightened. He began to glide and Vaquel let go of his wrist. The avian quickly peeled off and headed back to where the caves were.

“Not even a thank you,” Vaquel said. Maybe the avian was embarrassed at having nearly killed them both. Or perhaps the avian lacked the concept of gratitude. Thinking back on her experience with males of many alien species, it was more likely that once the avian climaxed, he lost all interest in her.

The cold wind on Vaquel’s pussy reminded her to turn her pants back on. As the spacesuit slid over her naked legs, Vaquel pointed her flight pack towards her waiting ship. The avian might have lost interest in her, but Vaquel was sure that she was going to be masturbating about this for weeks to come.

Mar 072018
 

Co-Explorer’s Log: We are on day fifteen on our forty day journey to the star system designed as “Queen’s Lingering Bite” by Royal Astronomers. Explorer Mon has been checking the solar sails to see why we can’t reach our regular speed. She calculates that the strange radiation in the area may be blocking the solar rays needed for optimal travel. She has determined that there is nothing we can do about it until we leave this section of space.

In the meantime, I have been using the extra days in our journey to compile more comprehensive scans of the area. There is a high level of psychic radiation in the area, which is strange for open space. Maybe it is just a natural phenomenon. I’ll leave that for Explorer Mon, she’s the smart on in the team. End Co-Explorer’s Log.

Co-Explorer’s Personal Log: These long stretches between star systems can be boring as fuck. Praise the Queen for Kanae, I would go out of my mind if I didn’t have her around.

Vaquel Di rubbed her tired eyes and ran her fingers through her short pink hair. The scanners were still showing unusual psychic energy readings and the long lines of data were starting to blur. She needed a break. Maybe she should get a drink from the algae processor. Or maybe she should quench her thirst by licking Kanae’s pussy.

No, no. Vaquel needed to be good. Kanae was sleeping in their relaxation bunk. It was her shift to sleep and Vaquel already cut into Kanae’s rest period by fingering Kanae’s pussy earlier. Vaquel knew her co-explorer needed her rest.

Vaquel was still horny though. She placed a hand on her full breast that was straining against her skintight red spacesuit. Her hard nipple was poking against the material, yearning to be free. Vaquel pinched her nipple through her spacesuit and shuddered. She was so wet right now.

Should she rub one out? She could lean back in the navigation chair, prop her feet up on the console and open her spacesuit. Her wet pussy was so horny that it would only take a minute of stroking to come. In fact, she could make a game of it. If she didn’t come in time, then she would have to stop. Maybe she could punish herself more by not allowing herself to masturbate until an hour passed by.

A delicious shiver ran through Vaquel. That sounded like fun, but no, there was no need to masturbate. She had Kanae’s willing mouth, nimble fingers and collection of dildoes from various worlds to satisfy her. Why masturbate when you have that waiting for you?

Still, the image of masturbating in the navigation chair was so vivid. It was almost like Vaquel had done it before. No, it was more like she had done it many times, right down to the game she invented. She even knew that her right foot could secure itself against this ridge in the console while her left foot would have to stretch to hook her toes against the drive lever.

How strange! Vaquel decided she must be extra horny today.

Vaquel stood up and left the navigation pod. Kanae was sleeping in their bunk made for one person. Vaquel had this incredible urge to crawl into the bunk with Kanae but experience has taught them that there just wasn’t enough room. Vaquel cursed the Royal Navy for insisting on one bunk for peak crew efficiency.

That wasn’t the only tight spot on the ship. Royal Navy conservation was everywhere. The hygiene pod was just big enough for one person to wash themselves comfortably. The algae producer had just one chair and a small table to eat meals at. Even the armory only had enough weapons for one explorer. It was crazy.

Oh well, Kanae and her always made it work. Still, the ship was pretty cramped. Take the Survey Crystal for example. It was a giant yellow crystal that filled most of the central corridor that they had to walk around. Couldn’t they put that crystal somewhere else? It looked so out of place, like someone dropped it in the hallway.

Vaquel frowned and stared at the Survey Crystal. Wait a second, what does the Survey Crystal actually do? She was having a hard time remembering.

The door to the relaxation bunk opened. Kanae was on her side with the blankets pulled back to reveal her naked body. She yawned and then smiled at Vaquel.

“Good shift,” Kanae said.

Vaquel’s heart beat faster, like it always did when she saw Kanae. Her fellow explorer was beautiful. Kanae had a slightly androgynous face that did funny things to Vaquel’s libido. Kinky pink hair formed a bouffant that was always perfect even when she had been sleeping. Vaquel’s eyes glided down to take in Kanae’s small round breasts and a sliver of pink pubic hair above her dark nether lips.

“I had a dream that I was thirsty,” Kanae said. “Can I take a lick of your pussy?”

Vaquel squirmed. “If it would help,” she tried to say indifferently. She faked acting calm as she opened a seam in her spacesuit at the crotch. The red material parted to reveal her thick pink pubic bush. She walked over to Kanae and leaned against the relaxation bunk.

“You’re already damp,” Kanae purred. She licked a drop of juice from Vaquel’s bush. “Rough shift?”

“Not anymore,” Vaquel groaned and she leaned into Kanae’s mouth.

Kanae nuzzled against Vaquel’s pubic hair. Her lips kissed Vaquel’s sex before her tongue parted Vaquel’s nether lips. She took a long single lick and then moved back.

Vaquel groaned. “Don’t tease me.”

“You like to be teased,” Kanae said.

It was true. Vaquel’s hips bucked towards Kanae’s face.

“Please,” Vaquel groaned again.

Kanae took another lick. It was long and slow until the end where her tongue quickly whirled before retreating.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. “Please, please, please. I need more.”

“Open your legs,” Kanae said. She rolled over onto her back and moved so that her head hung off the bunk.

“Yes,” Vaquel said and she widened her legs so she could straddle Kanae’s head. She squatted down until she felt those lovely lips on her sex. Her hands reached under and supported Kanae’s neck because that is what space explorers do for one another.

Kanae was done teasing. Her tongue pushed deep inside Vaquel’s wet sex. She opened her mouth wide so she could drink Vaquel’s juices. Her hands reached around and grabbed Vaquel’s ass.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. She thought about pulling her suit open so Kanae could grab her butt directly but she resisted. The feeling of Kanae’s fingers digging into her suit to grab her bottom was perfect. Besides, she would wait until Kanae asked her and then it would be Vaquel’s turn to tease.

In the meantime, Kanae kept licking. Her tongue stretched up inside Vaquel’s shuddering sex. Long deep licks alternated with quick lashes. She would focus on one area until Vaquel was shaking and then her tongue would move to somewhere else.

Vaquel squirmed on top of Kanae’s face. She never got tired of her fellow explorer’s mouth. After eight years together, Vaquel still got as wet as if they had just met last week.

Kanae’s small breast tempted Vaquel. The dark nipple was similar to Vaquel’s but a slightly lighter shade. She reached down and pinched a nipple. Kanae groaned into Vaquel’s sex. Vaquel slowly twisted the hard nipple back and forth, as Kanae licked harder.

Pain with pleasure was one of many things that Vaquel and Kanae had in common. Over the years, they took turns dominating the other. Sometimes one of them would tie up the other and have their way with them. They swapped roles as the mood hit them and strangely for Vaquel, Kanae was always willing to switch when Vaquel was ready. She had never enjoyed that kind of compatibility before.

Kanae stopped licking. “Give me your asshole,” she gasped before going back to licking.

Thoughts of teasing Kanae and making her beg for it went out the airlock. Vaquel pressed a button on her belt and a seam opened along her bottom. Kanae’s hands quickly pulled the red spacesuit apart to get to Vaquel’s ass.

Vaquel groaned as Kanae’s finger pressed against her asshole. Kanae’s nails were always short and blunt for just this reason. The finger wiggled, pushed and squirmed against the tight ring of Vaquel’s asshole. It finally slipped in and Vaquel cried out.

The finger was nice and slow in Vaquel’s ass. There was no lube but it wasn’t needed. A little rough ass play was okay between lovers.

It reminded Vaquel of the rough fucking they received from the cyborg on the last planet. They took turns getting pounded by his relentless cock while the other tried to find a way to turn him off. When they finally defeated him, they were both too sore to fuck. Well, for a day at least. They were soon back to licking each other until they were strong enough for fingers and dildos again.

Kanae’s tongue went into overdrive. It darted around as Kanae spelled out the Euphorian alphabet with her tongue. All the while, Kanae’s finger pushed in and out of Vaquel’s asshole.

It was too much. Vaquel wanted to spend hours on Kanae’s face but her body was going over the edge. She clenched her thighs around Kanae’s face as her tongue and finger pushed her to orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Her climax made her toes curl and her eyes roll. She shuddered on top of Kanae’s face. Kanae kept licking until Vaquel got every second of her orgasm.

“Fuck, that was nice,” Vaquel said when she dismounted from Kanae’s face. “Shall I return the favor? Want me to get a dildo?”

Kanae giggled. “Not now. I need to check on the Survey Crystal.”

“Okay,” Vaquel sighed. She pressed a button on her belt and the seams of her spacesuit sealed. “I’m going to clean up a little bit. See if I can make some more room.”

“Good luck with that,” Kanae said with a laugh. It was a running joke between them that they could somehow make more room in this cramped ship.

Vaquel stripped the sheets from the relaxation bunk while Kanae checked out the Survey Crystal. It was hard to focus on her work while Kanae was walking around in the nude. The other explorer rarely put on clothes, which was fine with Vaquel. She liked the constant display of naked beauty.

It was probably for the best since the spacesuits didn’t really fit Kanae anyway. The suits were perfect for Vaquel’s larger bust but were too baggy for Kanae. There were discrepancies with the bottoms as well. They fit Vaquel’s round ass but were insufficient for Kanae’s much more abundant bottom. It was like the Royal Navy only gave them suits for Vaquel.

There was a hum from the Survey Crystal. Kanae operated the crystal in some unknown way as she glided her hands over it. The yellow crystal changed from yellow to purple and back again. The cabin was filled with alternating light. The colors were pretty and made Vaquel lost a few minutes as she stared at the light.

She went back to work cleaning. Some of their dildoes were on the floor from their last lovemaking. They went through dildoes a lot and had to find or make more all the time. Vaquel cleaned them and checked to see which may need to be replaced soon.

“Hey, how come we don’t have a double-ended dildo?” Vaquel asked. “Now that I think about it, we have never had one. That’s weird. I would have thought we would make that a priority.”

Kanae passed her hand over the Survey Crystal. The light flickered rapidly. “Yes, we did. Remember, we broke it when that entity possessed us.”

Vaquel did remember. Some strange anomaly had possessed her body. It was new to sensual feeling and it spent most of its time feeling Vaquel up with her own hands.

No, that is not quite right. The entity possessed both of them. Vaquel and Kanae had touched each other. The entity quickly learned that their breasts and pussies were their most sensitive parts.

Another image filled Vaquel’s mind. Kanae and Vaquel were sharing the opposite ends of a pale plastic dildo. Their legs were entwined as their hips humped together. The squishy sounds of their sexes filled the ship.

Vaquel remembered looking into Kanae’s eyes as they fucked. She recalled the sweat running down Kanae’s beautiful dark face. She thought of the way Kanae bit her lip and the flush to her cheeks. She remembered the scream Kanae made when she climaxed.

A shudder ran through Vaquel. How could she have possibly forgotten that? It was a good thing that Kanae was around to remind her of these things.

Vaquel went back to work cleaning. She did try to see if there was a way to make more room. Could they put the meal chair in the spacesuit closet when they weren’t using it? What about the sex toy locker? Could they store it behind a wall panel or would that be too much trouble to get into? She kept looking but there really didn’t seem to be a way to make more space.

That was when she saw the strange chair. It was a dark purple and had tracks but Vaquel couldn’t remember seeing it ever move. The chair had a lot of lights but none of them were working. Was it some sort of automated chair? If so, it didn’t seem to be working anymore.

Did they really need another chair? It took up a lot of room. If they dropped it through the airlock, they might have enough room for the two of them to lay down side by side. Or on top of each other.

“Hey, I was thinking of getting rid of this chair,” Vaquel said.

Kanae abruptly looked away from the Survey Crystal. “No! Don’t do that.”

“Really, why?” Vaquel said. “You never sit in it.”

Kanae shrugged. “You would regret it if you threw it out. Just trust me, okay?”

“Okay,” Vaquel said and that settled it. If Kanae asked her to trust her, then Vaquel would.

As Kanae went back to staring at the Survey Crystal, Vaquel took a closer look at the chair. The back was high and could provide support for the head. The seat was wide enough for Vaquel’s ass but oddly, it was too narrow for Kanae. There was a raised contour in the front of the seat that might feel good against one’s pussy.

A rush of desire swept over Vaquel. Despite just coming, her pussy was wet again. Her hand drifted to her sex before she realized what she was doing.

What is so special about this chair? Why did Vaquel get hot just looking at it?

There was only one way to find out. Vaquel sat down in the chair. Wow, it was a perfect fit. It was as if the seat was made for her. That was weird because Vaquel still didn’t remember ever sitting in it.

The raised ridge pressed against Vaquel’s sex. She leaned forward and it pushed wonderfully against her. Heat rushed between her thighs as she started to grind. Her ass rubbed back and forth against the seat.

Oh, this was nice but something was missing. Vaquel had a feeling that she knew what it was. She needed to be naked. The seat was meant to be ridden bare.
A strange hesitation came over Vaquel. She glanced at Kanae but her co-explorer was still looking at the Survey Crystal. Good. For some reason, Vaquel didn’t want Kanae to see her grinding on the chair.

Vaquel pressed a button and her spacesuit from her waist down retracted into her belt. The feeling of the purple chair on her bare ass triggered a feeling of familiarity. She had not only sat here before, but she had climaxed here. Multiple times, if her pussy was any judge.

But how? Did she masturbate? Vaquel reached between her legs. Yes, that felt familiar. She stroked herself, using short quick circular motions just like Kanae when she touch her. Her fingers moved faster and faster over her sensitive sex.

Yes, Vaquel had done this before. The way her bare ass clenched on the chair felt right. The wet sport forming on the seat felt like something she had experienced a hundred times. No, thousands of times. This was her chair.

But it wasn’t quite right. Something was missing. It was on the tip of Vaquel’s mind but she just couldn’t think of what it was.

Could it be the way she masturbated? Vaquel tried slipping a finger inside her. No, that wasn’t it.

Was it the need for something thicker? Vaquel added a finger and then another. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was a dildo. It felt good to pump herself but it still wasn’t quite right.

Vaquel looked at Kanae. She was busy making adjustments to the Survey Crystal. Purple and yellow light filled the cabin. The explorer was deeply engrossed in whatever she was doing.

That left Vaquel alone to figure out the mystery of the purple chair. She tried grinding harder on the chair. That brought vague memories to mind. She had done this before but with more passion. Why? Just to grind on this small contour? That would be really hard to get off on. Is that why she was grinding so hard?

Vaquel leaned forward and kept grinding. Her fingers fucked her slick sex. An orgasm was rising and she on the cusp of coming.

She remembered begging but not her words, it was someone else. Not Kanae either. No, this voice was a little higher. A little more desperate. Submissive, no, outright submissive. They debased themselves and Vaquel delighted in their humiliation.

And what did they beg for? Vaquel’s pussy didn’t seem quite right. They didn’t beg to come either. It was something else. Something only Vaquel could give.

It was Vaquel’s ass. She was sure of it. Someone begged relentlessly for her naked ass. They liked touching it. They loved the way it clenched. They didn’t just crave her ass, they worshipped it.

Vaquel looked at the busy Kanae. Was it her begging for Vaquel’s ass? No, that didn’t feel right. When Kanae asked for something, Vaquel’s stomach fluttered and she loved giving it. This begging made Vaquel’s libido flare with the cruel sweetness that comes from completely dominating someone.

The begging was important, but it still wasn’t the whole memory. Vaquel knew something else was missing. It was so close but she couldn’t remember it.

In the meantime, Vaquel was close to coming. She bit her lip to keep from disturbing Kanae. Her fingers plunged deeper inside her. She grinded faster on the chair.

It wouldn’t be long now. The slightest extra stimulation would make her come. She needed someone to kiss her, or bite her nipples, or suck on her toe or put a vibrator against her sex or maybe against her whole ass.

That was it! This chair used to vibrate! It could vibrate at low speeds or so strong that Vaquel would scream for mercy until the chair would turn off.

“Chairbot,” Vaquel whispered. The chair was a robot and his name was Chairbot! He was her slave and companion. On some lonely nights, she even considered him to be her friend because he was the only company that she had-

Vaquel stood up. She remembered everything.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Vaquel screamed at the woman who didn’t belong here.

Kanae stood up and sighed. “This is awkward. Normally I just leave while my subjects are asleep. You are the first one to break through the conditioning.”

“That doesn’t answer the question,” Vaquel snapped. Kanae, and her giant crystal that also didn’t belong here, was between Vaquel and the weapons locker. She wasn’t sure how good of a fighter Kanae was. Well, she remembered Kanae being very good at fighting but she didn’t trust her memory.

“I am an explorer, like you,” Kanae said. “My kind exist on a more psychological plane. We explore other minds by manifesting in your reality. This Survey Crystal records your mind for further study back home. It takes a few days to record everything. To make things smoother, we make slight alterations so you believe we were always here. It cuts down on conflict and makes for exploring relationships, much like what we have together.”

“We don’t have shit,” Vaquel snapped. She looked around for a weapon. There was the sex toy locker. One of the dildoes was made of smooth stone. That might work as a club.

“I disagree,” Kanae, the being posing as Kanae, said. “The memories might be implanted but our relationship is based on our emotional connection. I enjoyed our sex as well as our exploration of the galaxy. You and I have a lot in common as explorers and we make quite a team. We make an even better pair of lovers.”

“Really?” Vaquel said. “No, wait. Shut up. Sex is good but lovers don’t implant memories in each other. Fuck, how long have you been here? And what did you do to Chairbot?”

“I was unable to affect his memories,” Kanae said. “He comes from a unique species of robots. Did you know that he can repair himself at the molecular level? There was a debate among my people to study him but you narrowly won out as more interesting.”

“Thanks,” Vaquel said as she leapt for the sex toy box. She flipped it open and grabbed the stone dildo. Now armed, she spun around to face the intruder on her ship.

Kanae was gone. So was the Survey Crystal. The cabin was a lot more spacious without a giant alien crystal dominating the place.

“Mistress, what happened?” Chairbot said. “I detect that I was incapacitated for thirty-six hours!”

“Thirty-six hours?” Vaquel whispered. It still felt like eight years to Vaquel. She remembered the first planet that her and Kanae explored together, the one with the amorous plant creature. Did that mean Vaquel was alone when she faced the cosmic entity known as Voice? What about the Zatty? Did she take all those long red cocks by herself?

“Mistress, are you okay?” Chairbot said. “Do you need me to run a medical scan on you? I think you should sit down in either case.”

“I agree,” Vaquel said and she sat down on Chairbot’s seat. The many vibrators that filled the seat buzzed to life. Vaquel cried out as Chairbot quickly brought her to orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The memories of Kanae were already fading. The bliss of her orgasm washed them away. Vaquel knew that a few more orgasms might wipe all traces of the false orgasms.

Vaquel wondered how her hair would look in a bouffant.

Feb 072018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “Queen’s Superior Stamina” by Royal Astronomers. There are a measly two planets here. One is so close to the sun that my probes relay minimum information before melting. The second is a radioactive wasteland with no signs of life.

I believe the second planet has suffered a nuclear extinction event. There are signs of industrialization and former population centers in the blast craters. They may have been destroyed by outside forces or as is more common, they destroyed themselves. I won’t know until I land.

Fortunately, a lull in one of the many super-storms that wrecks the planet has revealed an intact bunker. The bunker is buried deep inside a mountain in the southern hemisphere. I believe I can reach the bunker through one of the side tunnels. Any records that have survived will help in determining whether this planet is worth the Queen’s attention. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I miss cock. Cock is great. I really could do with some cock.

Vaquel Di approached the bunker door cautiously. Two turrets holding unknown weaponry pointed down the tunnel towards her. She walked from side to side but the turrets didn’t move to track her movements. That might be dead.

Why take the chance? She should shoot the turrets. Then again, if there were people inside the bunker, they might object to blowing up their weapons.

The turrets didn’t move as Vaquel walked up to the bunker door. She stepped inside their firing arc and relaxed. It was nice to not have to worry about the turrets but it didn’t bode well for whether or not anyone was inside.

She examined the door. It was built for someone her size or a little bit bigger. There was a large wheel that served as a locking mechanism. She turned the wheel and surprised to see it turn freely.

The door opened. An unlocked door in a radioactive wasteland? Again, not a good sign for life.

A large airlock was inside. The lights were on. Pictogram instructions explained that people were to enter, close the door, wait to be identified as the radiation was cleansed, and then proceed through the other door.

“This should be good,” Vaquel said. She closed the outer bunker door and waited.

The bright light changed to a dull green. There was a humming sound. Vaquel checked her radiation counter on her wrist and sure enough, the radiation levels were dropping. Some things still worked.

Vaquel wondered if someone were trying to identify her. What would they make of the purple spacesuit that clung to her ample curves? Were they even a species that understood the large breasts and plump ass she possessed? Did they think the skin they could see through her bubble glassteel helmet was a pretty shade of brown? Was her short pink hair cute?

“Hello?” she asked.

A speaker crackled to life. It spoke in a bastard dialect of Ebrima. Vaquel missed the first part of what was said but caught the rest of it.

“. . .emergency protocol directive. Access granted to any survivors. Please proceed and may Gorth protect you.”

The green light changed to white. The door leading deeper into the bunker clicked and swung open. Another tunnel stretched before Vaquel.

It looked safe. Vaquel smirked. Traps always look safe.

She took out her plasma pistol and set it to Immolate. Pistol in hand, she slowly walked down the tunnel, sticking to the side. Her foot steps echoed down the tunnel. After a long tense walk, Vaquel reached another door. This one opened as she approached it.

There was a large room that comprised three different levels. Doors and hallways leading out surrounded the room. Control panels and seats filled most of the space. There was a giant video screen that was currently displaying static. It looked like it used to be a command center.

That was might have been its former purpose but now it served as a morgue. Corpses of an unknown species littered the place. They were slung over control panels, dead in their chairs or splattered across the floor.

Vaquel approached a body that was mostly intact. It was humanoid, slightly shorter than her. It had the same shade of brown skin as herself. Three eyes stared out in shock while a long tongue lolled from its mouth. Cause of death appeared to be from the row of cauterized holes that perforated its chest.

Laser fire? These people died in battle. Whomever killed them must have left the bunker unlocked. No sense locking up the dead.

Among the carnage was an anomaly. One of the corpses was laid out on a stretcher. He was clearly a male with an impressive organ lurking beneath his tight blue briefs. One arm was completely robotic with several weapons welded on. The other arm was organic but studded with various pieces of equipment. Both legs were armored and Vaquel wasn’t sure if they were clothes or bolted onto the legs themselves. The chest was bare except for a large cable that was plugged into a port on his pectoral muscles. The cable led to a nearby console that was displaying a constant stream of numbers.

It was the face that drew Vaquel’s attention. Metal covered the top half, obscuring everything above the nose. A full quarter of the man’s head was missing and in its place, was a crater of fused metal. The mouth pulled back into a rictus against gleaming metal teeth.

“Are you alive?” Vaquel asked. She poked the flesh on the less-robotic arm. It felt warm.

She looked at the missing part of the man’s head. “I don’t know anything about your species but that can’t be good. If you are alive, I doubt you have a pilot in your cockpit.”

One of the speakers in the room came to alive. “Voices detected. Standby for message from Director Inogue.”

The static on the giant monitor disappeared. In its place was a recording of a brown alien sitting in this very room. All three eyes looked exhausted. A nasty wound was leaking blood on his dirty blue uniform. Corpses were strewn all over the place.

“My name is Director Inogue. I am the last survivor of Fortress Dawn. I was also the chief researcher on the Fire Warrior program and may Gorth have mercy on my soul.”

Vaquel looked at the bodies around her. There, sitting right next to the cyborg on the stretcher as the corpse of the Director. He must have perished from his wound.

“Sensors have recorded three separate detonation events. The Union of Fernas is gone. The Federation of Strange is no more. The Poov Corporation has been eradicated. Weather patterns have already changed dramatically. Fallout covers almost the entire world. Species failure is certain. We have failed as custodians of the planet.

I doubt any Gorthin will ever hear these words. Perhaps some explorer from another world will come across this bunker and wonder what happened. Will these future visitors look upon the devastation and mourn for us? Or will they curse us for throwing away the gift of life in the pursuit of war?

Perhaps our demise will be a lesson for other species? They can see the terrible destruction and-“

“Yeah, I’m bored,” Vaquel said. “End recording!” she shouted but the message kept playing.

“If you are an alien and you are listening,” the Director continued, “perhaps I can explain it best by an old fable of our kind called the Sand Weasel and the Blood Shark. One day, the Sand Weasel needed to get across the ocean-“

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She tuned the Director out and went back to examining the cyborg. Specifically, she was interested in the alien’s cock. She pulled at the waistband of the cyborg’s tights and pulled down.

A magnificent brown cock was revealed. It was long and thick with three ridges that ran from the base of the member up to the triangular tip. Three hairless balls sat in separate sacks. Even limp, it looked impressive.

Vaquel sighed. It was a lovely cock. Those ridges were interesting. She imagined how that would feel inside her.

“And then the Blood Shark said he needed to make a quick detour between the crashing rocks. The Sand Weasel didn’t like this idea but the terms of the contract were clear on detours and he knew that he didn’t have standing to dispute the-“

Vaquel placed her hand on the cock. It was warm like the rest of the cyborg. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.

The cock pulsed in her hand.

Vaquel dropped the cock and looked at the cyborg’s face. The same rictus grin was on its face.

“Just an automatic response,” Vaquel said. “The thing is most likely brain dead.”

She grabbed the cock again. A squeeze and a tug made it pulse again.

“With all of these cybernetic bits, he’s more a robot than a living being,” Vaquel told herself.

She kept stroking the cyborg’s cock. It pulsed and hardened in her hand. Stroke by stroke, the cock grew. The ridges stayed soft as the member turned rigid.

“But then the Sand Weasel reminded the Blood Shark of its poor mother who needed the nuts that the Sand Weasel was bringing. That convinced the Blood Shark to spare the life of the Ice Eel-“

“Just a lick,” Vaquel said to herself. “So I can remember what it tastes like when I masturbate later.”

The space explorer touched a button on her collar. There was a hiss of air as the bubble helmet she wore came loose. She took it off and set it on the console nearby. The numbers on the console were streaming faster but Vaquel didn’t notice.

Vaquel’s mouth was water. She bent over the stretcher and took the cyborg’s cock in hand. It pulsed in her hand. She stretched out her tongue took a long lingering lick of his member.

It tasted dusty. Vaquel snorted and spit out. Of course it was dusty. The poor thing had been here awhile.

She spat a few times on the cock and rubbed it. Her gloved hand wiped the dust from the cyborg’s skin. She kept spitting and rubbing until it was coated in her saliva.

“The Night Whale refused to let the Sand Weasel and the Blood shark pass. The three were at an impasse. The travelers worried that their long journey was all for nothing. They told the Night Whale about everything they had been through, starting with those first contract negotiations-“

Vaquel took another lick. This time she tasted flesh and spit. It was a little sweet. She took another lick and then another, relishing the flavor.

The ridges on the cock fluttered. It vibrated against Vaquel’s tongue and then stopped. She kept her tongue pressed against the ridge until it fluttered again. It was a lovely sensation.

“Okay, now I have to ride it,” Vaquel said. “Such a unique cock would be of interest to the Queen and the Royal Navy. The race may be dead but maybe the genetics could be harvested. Yes, I must get this hard, ridged, vibrating cock inside me for the glory of the Queen!”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A slit appeared in the crotch of her purple spacesuit. The slit opened to reveal a thick pubic bush of pink hair. The hair was damp and had been since she took her first lick.

“The Sand Wesel offered to bring the Night Whale news of the other side. The Night Whale refused. The Blood Shark offered to tell the Night Whale of a good hunting sight for fish. The Night Whale refused. The Sand Weasel then offered-“

Vaquel climbed onto the stretcher. She swung a leg over the cyborg’s crotch and planted her feet to either side. Holding the hard member, she pointed it up to her sex as she squatted downwards.

The triangular tip pushed into Vaquel’s pussy lips. As the nimble explorer lowered herself, the long cock slowly impaled her. The ridges rubbed against the walls of her sex, fluttering from time to time as Vaquel sank deeper.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. It was big. It was unforgivably hard. It was almost too much.

It was perfect.

Vaquel leaned back and braced her hands on the cyborg’s legs. Up and down she moved on the hard cock. The muscles along her legs flexed and clenched against her skintight purple spacesuit.

“-and then the Sand Weasel jumped down the throat of the Night Whale. It clawed and scratched its way along the way, inflicting terrible wounds inside the Night Whale. Meanwhile, the Sand Shark was tearing away at the Night Whale’s tail but the Night Whale smashed him against a reef, breaking the Sand shark’s back.”

“What?” Vaquel said. The fable had turned violent. Maybe it would have been worth listening to after all.

Nah, nothing was more important than this nice cock inside Vaquel. Her hips swiveled with the cyborg’s member still in her pussy. The cock was more flexible than expected and stayed within her.

“Fuck,” Vaquel said. She humped the cyborg’s cock faster. Her arms trembled as she stayed in the position. It wasn’t the most convenient position but that was why Vaquel chose it. If her partner was going to be half-dead, it was up to her to work up the sweat for a good hard orgasm.

The stretcher creaked as Vaquel fucked the cyborg. The numbers on the console monitor raced by. Drool leaked from the open smile of the cyborg but Vaquel was too busy staring up at the ceiling in bliss.

“The Sand Weasel tore out the Night Whale’s heart but the Night Whale’s death spasms crushed the Sand Weasel. The Night Whale fell on top of the crippled Blood shark who couldn’t escape. Pinned, the Blood shark drowned in its own blood.

That is what happened to our planet. The three major powers were unable to work together. We had an arms race that consumed our economies. We developed bio weapons, nuclear weapons and worse. For my sins, I created the Flame Warriors, cyborg soldiers who accounted for eighty percent of all casualties in combat.”

“That’s you, cock-meat,” Vaquel said to the cyborg. She shifted position to give her calves a break. Her knees settled on the stretcher as she sat up on the cyborg’s cock. She rested her ass on the cyborg’s crotch while her hands went to the alien’s chest. Her hips shifted back and forth, grinding the ridged cock deep within her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel groaned. “Too bad your brain is missing. I bet you would like this.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A seam appeared between her breasts. She pulled the purple spacesuit apart and out flopped her beautiful brown breasts. Reaching down, she grabbed the cyborg’s more organic hand and pressed it to one of her breasts. The fingers were limp but they were warm and felt good against her sensitive nipple.

“Most of the Flame Warriors perished in the nuclear holocaust. The Poov Corporation added an unknown element to their warheads that was fatal to the cyborgs. This bunker had a damaged Flame Warrior that has not been exposed to the radiation. It recovered and perhaps due to its severe head trauma, it didn’t recognize us as allied forces. It slaughtered everyone here until I was able to shout the auto-repair command to it.”

“Aww, not only are you hot, but you massacred this bunker,” Vaquel said. “Good job you little killing machine.”

“Once deactivated, I plugged it into a console which is running a lopping diagnostic program. The bunker’s reactor shouldn’t fail for another few centuries so the console should keep it sedated. If the Flame Warrior is still inactive when you come here, be sure to destroy it!”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel answered. She grinded harder on the cyborg’s crotch. She was close. This orgasm was going to be incredible.

“Be aware that the only thing that will disrupt the diagnostic program is if the Flame Warrior becomes sexually stimulated. We wired a lot of the martial instincts through the sex drive in order to achieve the overwhelming viciousness required for war. Any kind of stimulation will bypass the diagnostics and engage the Flame Warrior’s kill drive.”

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as she climaxed. Pleasure exploded through her body and sent her into a shuddering spasm. The thick cock fluttered as she came, extending her orgasm to new lengths.

“Wait, what was that last part he said?” Vaquel said.

The cyborg’s hand closed around Vaquel’s breast. The hips surged up and lifted Vaquel into the air. A loud hiss came from clenched teeth of the grinning mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel whispered.

The Flame Warrior sat up. The machine arm wrapped around Vaquel’s waist. The cyborg spun around on the stretcher, carrying Vaquel on its cock as it hopped off the stretcher. It stood up, still balls deep inside her. There was a hissing sound and the cable popped free from the port in his chest.

The metal arm grew warm against Vaquel’s back. A beam projected from the metal mask and scanned Vaquel’s face. An attachment on the cyborg’s shoulder swiveled and pointed a small barrel at her chest.

“Wait!” Vaquel yelled. “I’m not your enemy!”

The Flame Warrior hissed. Was he even capable of speaking with his teeth perpetually bared like that?

Vaquel had an inspiration. She clenched as hard as she could around the hard cock inside her. She rubbed the cyborg’s organic hand across both of her tits. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked obscenely at the cyborg.

The Flame Warrior froze. His cock pulsed inside her. The ridges fluttered.

The cyborg began to pump his hips. He grabbed her plump brown breast and squeezed. His metal arm was tight around her as he fucked the space explorer.

“There you go,” Vaquel moaned. “You want to kill but you like fucking too. I can sympathize.”

The Flame Warrior’s hips accelerated. Back and forth they pumped, slamming his thick cook deep inside Vaquel. The sound of motors filled the room, seconded by the sound of a wet pussy getting thoroughly fucked.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. Her sex was getting pummeled. It felt awesome but it was bruising the fuck out of her pelvis.

The Flame Warrior hissed and Vaquel felt a surge of hot seed fill her sex. The additional sensation pushed her over the edge and she climaxed again. She hung onto the cyborg as they both came.

The fucking continued. The cyborg didn’t even pause. It just kept pumping away at her exhausted sex.

“The Flame Warrior is the worse crime we could have committed,” the director continued. “Instead of eliminating emotions, we encouraged the cyborg’s worse instincts. We gave them an endorphin boost for every kill. Firing its weapons got them hard. Consecutive kills gave them an orgasm. We tinkered with their bodies so that they had near-infinite stamina for sex.”

“Now you tell me!” Vaquel yelled. This was a problem. She liked sex but she couldn’t take much more. Her thighs were already doing numb from the constant collision of crotches. She had to do something and do it now.

As the cyborg kept fucking her, Vaquel took popped an explosive marble from her belt pouch. She was going to jam it in the cyborg’s mouth but his clenched teeth never opened. The only other option was an open cable port on his chest. She gave the marble a quick squeeze and pushed it into the port.

BOOM! The marble exploded inside the Flame Warrior’s chest. The metal buckled but remained while. Smoke rose from the port.

The Flame Warrior stopped thrusting. The arms went limp. Multiple lights flashed along the cyborg’s neck and there was the distressing sound of machinery grinding.

Vaquel pulled herself off the cyborg’s cock. She dismounted and fell to the floor. Her crotch ached as she stood up but at least she was free. One button press and her suit sealed back up again at her sex and breasts. She grabbed her bubble helmet and slapped it back on.

“Sssssss,” hissed the Flame Warrior. It stood up straight and pointed its metal arm at Vaquel. The tip of the weapon glowed red.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled as she dived behind a console. The sound of a laser scorched the air and the floor where Vaquel had been standing caught fire.

“You assholes recover quick,” Vaquel said. She grabbed her plasma pistol and set it to “Queen’s Wrath.” Crouching behind the console, she took aim and fired.

A glowing ball of plasma shot through the air and landed perfectly on the Flame Warrior’s chest. Fire engulfed the cyborg. He stood there burning but didn’t fall down.

The Flame Warrior fired again. A laser punched through the console Vaquel was hiding and scorched her elbow. Pain shot up her arm.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel screamed. It took a plasma shot straight to the chest and it is still functioning? No wonder this planet had an extinction even!

Vaquel ran for the airlock. She fired another shot from her plasma pistol and watched the door melt into goo. There, that is how you should properly respond to a plasma hit!

The sound of running metal followed Vaquel and so did the smell of burning flesh. Another laser fired as Vaquel dived through the door.

She was back in the airlock chamber. Her plasma pistol needed to recharge. Terror gripped her until she remembered that the door leading out was unlocked. She rushed to it and pulled it open. Alarms sounded as the chamber was filled with radiation.

The long tunnel back to the surface stretched ahead of her. Fuck. It was a long way back to her ship.

A laser shot seared the door. Vaquel ducked into a roll. The Flame Warrior was inside the airlock chamber. Parts of the cyborg was still on fire. The flesh had melted away to show a robust metal skeleton.

Vaquel checked her plasma pistol. It still needed to recharge. She could use her laser but she doubted it would do anything. Hand to hand? That was suicide.
The Flame Warrior ran towards her. Its cock was on fire. How was it still attached? What was that cock made of?

The cyborg stumbled and fell on the ground. Sparks arced from the weapons arm. It tried to stand back up but collapsed.

Vaquel kept her distance. The cyborg was prone and on fire, but she wasn’t taking any chances. What happened? Did it finally collapse from the explosive she pushed in?

“Wait, didn’t that guy say something about the radiation?” Vaquel asked out loud. She couldn’t quite remember. The guy said a lot of stuff and she wasn’t listening. Maybe historians from the Royal Navy will come by and get the details but as far as Vaquel was concerned, this planet had nothing left to offer.

She had fucked the last cock here. It was time to go.

Feb 052018
 

The Beast is a card game for one person. The person shuffles the cards, makes a deck and then draws a card every day. The card references the terrible lusty monster that they are having sex with. You write based on what the card is asking and create a personal story of lust and horror. When you run out of cards, you write the end to your story and then burn it.

It is a pretty clever concept. You don’t use all of the cards when you play so there is a lot of room for replay. Comfort is a key concern in the game so if you draw a question that makes you uncomfortable, you are encouraged to skip that day. It is a monster sex story that only gets as dark as you let it.

I am near the end of my first play through and I like it. It is a personal game and I found myself confronting some themes that took me by surprise. For example, I ran across two cards in a row that dealt with the Beast rejecting me and my insecurity issues flared like a supernova. I became quite upset and had to give myself some self-therapy.

I hope my personal downer moment doesn’t discourage you from trying it. The fact that I could feel something so intense from a daily prompt game is a plus in my opinion. Most of the other cards deal with questions of logistics or descriptions of the Beast. I enjoyed making her bit by bit and the choices I made feel like some sort of weird Rorschach test.  This is technically a game but I feel like it is a guided exploration of self.

Of course, it has inspired me to try writing a similar game. Some of the cards remind me of entity creation in chaos magic practices. It might be fun/educational/foolish to create a card game that describes your relationship with a sexual demon or demoness. I’ll mull it around and see what happens.

In the meantime, I recommend you give the Beast a try.  For ten dollars you can get the pdf and make your own cards. For 15 dollars and some rather steep shipping and handling, you can get the physical cards. That is what I did and find them quite lovely.