Jan 172020
 

Alpha Centauri is one of my favorite games of all time. Created in 1999, it is a spinoff of Sid Meir’s Civilization games. In Alpha, you play factions of colonists on a distant planet. Before the even land, the colonists have broken into different factions based on opposing ideologies. The game deals with themes of transhumanism, environmental responsibility and the ethics of exterminating that shithead who keeps invading your lands.

I had the itch to play it again but I held off. Like all Civilization games, Alpha Centauri can be really addictive. There is always something more to do. You can sit down and plan to play for only an hour, but then “one more turn” kicks in and the next thing you know, it is 3am.

So I decided to try something really stupid. I would play Alpha, but I would only play ONE turn a day. That’s it. One turn and shut it down. That way, I won’t get suckered into it.

The whole idea is stupid. I am not sure how many turns it takes to play an average game of Alpha, but I know it is in the hundreds. The early game especially goes by fast as it can take you six turns to build a single unit. That is six days of looking at a progress meter grown and doing nothing else.

So of course, I had to try it.

It has been twelve days and I have to say, it is delightful. As a porn writer, I know all about delaying gratification but this takes it to a new level. Every turn I play is the most thoughtful experience. I don’t want to rush my turn, so I think about everything. Is my resources properly placed? Do I still plan to explore west when I get a unit? What does this button do?

Now granted, things took a turn when I made a colony unit, sent it forth and had it destroyed by my first contact with another faction. The white hot rage I felt demanded instant revenge. In a normal game, I would have built a bunch of units and sent them out to crush my enemy, and I would not have stopped playing until revenge was satisfied or thwarted.

But this isn’t a regular game. I gave the order for a scout unit to pursue the attacker and then I logged off for the day. The next day, still pissy, I set up orders to make another scout. The first scout was still en route to the last known location of the enemy. The day after that, units are still in production while one unit is moving. My rage has dulled to a bitter calm. The day after that, my bitterness has turned to skepticism that I can really fight a war with just scouts. Now I am considering just setting up a border and resuming colonization. It all depends on how soon I meet the enemy.

If I ever do have the fight, win or lose, the feelings that accompany it are going to be intense.

I wonder what other recreational activities might benefit from a little slowing down?

Jan 152020
 

Metal Slut blocked my punch and jumped forward. Her forearm came up and caught me under the jaw. Pain exploded as my teeth crashed together. I stumbled back and tripped over a bag. The broken pavement slammed into the back of my head.

I looked up at the sky. It was pink today. A cloud shaped like a massive cock slowly moved towards a cloud shaped like a pussy. Both clouds pulsed high above me.

My view of the sky was blocked by Metal Slut. The helmet covered her eyes with a black visor but her lips were smiling. Broad shoulders rippled with muscles. The right tit was rough with burn scars but her left tit was a smooth brown. A metal rod pierced the black nipple.

“Lick?” she grunted. She pawed the thick bush of black hair between her legs. The metal on her gloves sparkled in the sunlight.

We were neighbors of a sort, two scavengers picking their way through the same wasted city. In the old days, we might have become friends or at least learned each other’s names but in this new era, we ambushed each other until one submitted to oral sex.

I should give her what she wants. It wouldn’t be the first time. All I had to do was eat Metal Slut’s nasty cunt I could get back to scavenging for supplies and find shelter before the clouds burst. That would be the smart choice.

My cock throbbed. My hand itched to grab that lovely tit. A groan of desire escaped my lips. Rationality, so fragile these days, crumbled and fell apart. Fuck submitting. I had my own needs!

Adrenaline flooded my body aid I kicked Metal Slut’s right leg, the one that wasn’t covered in old sports gear. Her knee went sideways at an ugly angle. As she stumbled, I scrambled to my feet. As soon as I stood up, Metal Slut swung a fist at my head.

She missed. My aching jaw was grateful. I kept my distance and lashed out with a kick. My boot sunk into those nicely toned abs. As Metal Slut doubled over. I hammered hard punches to her scarred back.

Metal Slut was strong but I had muscles too. Long months of fighting for my life and my cock had built these muscles. Hours of carrying heavy boxes of porn back to my home had eaten away the fat. Long nights of fucking gave me an endurance that my old self never had.

Metal Slut dropped to one knee. I dropped my elbow onto her spine. She arched her back and screamed. I thought it might be over but Metal Slut punched my stomach. It hurt like hell, but I continued my attack. If I gave her a moment to recover, I would be eating that rank snatch for sure.

I shoved Metal Slut’s helmeted head down and punched the back of her neck. She fell forward to her hands and knees. Ignoring the curves of her dark ass, I pulled my leg back and swung my knee into the side of her head. The helmet took most of it but her head snapped to the side. She collapsed to the side. I fell on top of her, still punching and kicking.

A lifetime ago, I used to be gentle.

“Suck!” she cried out. “Suck!”

I stopped in mid-punch. My hand ached. I climbed off her body and stood up. My knee felt like bees were fucking inside of it. I should get knee pads or something but I don’t want to give the wrong impression in this new world of ours.

Metal Slut pushed herself up to her knees. She gasped for air. My eyes were glued to her open mouth.

I undid my pants and yanked them down. My cock sprang free. No one in the apocalypse wore underwear any more.

My cock was dirty. It stank of the woman I fucked this morning in the abandoned gas station. My balls had a rash from the sisters I fucked last week. The head of my member had a brown stain that I still didn’t know where it came from.

That didn’t stop Metal Slut. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed half my cock. Her lips closed around my meat. I felt the metal stud she had in her tongue. She moaned with delight and her lips vibrated.

Pleasure overwhelmed me. It was a symptom of this strange reality we lived in. You could fuck for days and yet still be ready to go for one more blowjob. There was no need for blue pills or sweet words. Our violence had been our foreplay. Metal Slut and I were going to fuck one way or another; all that needed to be settled was who was licking who.

There was a rumble from the sky. I looked up to see the cloud shaped like a cock buried in the cloud shaped like a twat. Both grew darker with every second.

Metal Slut groaned louder with my cock in her mouth. She stroked her furry sex with a gloved hand. I winced at the thought of her hairs getting caught in the metal but shook it off. She clearly enjoyed the pain.

I grabbed the back of Metal Slut’s helmet and pulled her tighter onto my cock. She choked but she made no move to stop me. My hips bucked and I fucked her face. Spit fell from her lips and landed on my thighs.

There was a crack of thunder. Something hot and sticky landed on my shoulder.

My cock battered Metal Slut’s mouth. The tip slammed into the back of her throat. My balls bounced off her chin.

Metal Suck licked my ramming shaft. The metal piercing tapped the length of my member.

The wind howled. It brought the smell of strip clubs and locker rooms. Barely heard in the wind was a scream of pleasure but it didn’t come from Metal Slut or me.

Metal Slut whimpered. One hand twisted her scarred breast with masochistic cruelty. The other hand rubbed her cunt with a fury. She rose up on her knees and her back arched.

She came first. Her body shuddered and then her mouth snapped shut around my stabbing cock. Sharp teeth pricked my sensitive flesh. Metal Slut rose up and down on her knees as she rode her orgasm.

I stood perfectly still, afraid to move and risk her teeth.

Slowly, Metal Slut relaxed and settled back down. Ebony cheeks caved as she began to suck. The piercing in her tongue swiped back and forth across my veins. She let go of her pussy and tit to grab my ass.

It was my turn to come. My cock blasted a thick load down her throat. I cried out, shouting my pleasure for the wind to carry to some other scavenger.

The rain came down. It was a heavy downpour. Did the clouds come because we had come? Probably. Probably not. Everything in this hedonistic apocalypse was related to one another except when it wasn’t. Hot fluids slid down our bodies.

When there was no more come to swallow, Metal Slut pushed me away. My cock popped free of her lips. I reluctantly let go of her helmet. Metal Slut stood up and the rain covered her body in a shiny sheen. She wiped her mouth with the same hand that was buried in her pussy a minute ago.

Desire rose within me. My limp cock twitched. I could go again.

Metal Slut didn’t feel the same way. We had fought and we had fucked. Now it was time for her find a new opponent and lover. She turned around without a word and walked away.

I had to things to do as well. There was more food to find. A mile from here was a basement stuffed with porn. At some point, I needed to get a new tarp for my water collector. It was going to be a busy day.

But before I did any of that, I made sure to watch the muscles in Metal Slut’s bare ass flex and bulge with every step she took.

Jan 102020
 

I acquire books at a faster rate than I can read them. This is true of most book lovers. My to-read shelf gets heavier and heavier and will need to be upgraded soon.

A few years ago I discovered Games Workshop’s Horus Heresy series. It was gothic science fiction but a bit lacking in female characters and any subject other than WAR. I got hooked and at some point I realized I had spent six months reading nothing but fiction that came from a miniatures company. That was sad.

So I instituted a rotation policy. Simply put, I listed six types of books I liked to read. When I read a book, I fitted it into one of those six slots and put a little check mark on my list. I wouldn’t return to that book type until I filled the other five.

Mostly. I am not super strict about it. If I read a wonderful trilogy, I’ll devour it and list it three times in the appropriate slot. The rotation isn’t a solemn vow; it is an attempt to be more mindful of what I read.

The slots change but here is my current rotation.

Porn is my first slot. I enjoy porn but I also need to keep reading it as a writer of porn. Most of my porn books these days come from Kindle. The rest are paperbacks, usually printed in the 1990’s. There are some truly great porn paperbacks out there, but sadly most of them are stuffed with filler. When reading paperback porn, I usually dedicate thirty minutes a day to reading it, while I read another book for fun.

Tanith Lee is in my second slot. She is one of my favorite all time writers but I realized I had only read a small fraction of her work. Every book is full of flowery prose and wonderful mood, which can make them feel like something you save for a special occasion. I’m trying to resist that impulse and just read more of her.

As a side note, this slot used to be for Ian Fleming’s Bond books. They can be hard to read one right after another but work much better spaced out.

My third slot is for the Destroyer series written by Warren Murphy and Richard Sapir. It is an action series with over a hundred books. It is also racist, misogynistic, and super conservative. I can’t recommend it in good conscious but the series has my favorite father/son relationship of all time, as well as being wonderfully paced and full of great pulp ideas. They are short enough that I can read one in a day and often serves as a good palate cleanser after a much more thoughtful book.

My fourth slot is simply Horror. My current stack has Richard Laymon, Joe Hill, Brian Keene, Bryan Smith and Clive Barker.

This slot used to for Lumley’s Necroscope books. The average book was five hundred pages long, and there is over a dozen books. You can see why that series needed its own slot.

The fifth slot is for non-fiction or role-playing games. I highly recommend all writers read more non-fiction. Real life is bizarre as fuck.

I don’t play role-playing games any more but I can’t resist buying some of the cooler ones. Kickstarter has also tempted me into spending way too much money for some truly gorgeous books. I justify reading these game books because they almost always inspire my writing in some way.

Finally we have the Wild Card slot. Wild Card is anything that doesn’t fit into the previous slots. Tim Powers fits that description a lot. Science fiction books end up here, and more rarely, fantasy books.

So there you have it. I have heard that other people have a similar setup. What is in your rotation?

Jan 082020
 

Explorer’s Log: I am approaching the star system designated “Happy is the Face that the Queen Sits Upon.” Long range scans are being jammed by an unknown source. I am detecting some sort of structure on the edge of the star system, but the readings don’t make any sense. It is larger than some planets I have encountered but the components appear to be fabricated. Maybe when I get closer I can-“

“ALERT! MULTIPLE LASERS ARE LOCKED ONTO PROBE SHIP!”

Vaquel Di terminated the log program and looked at the tactical display. Queen’s tit, the ship was right. Nine lasers were tracking the probe ship. None of them were harmful, but that could shortly change. All nine originated from the unknown structure.

“That is the second largest artificial structure I have ever seen, Mistress!” Chairbot said from beneath her.

Second largest? Vaquel was tempted to ask but she didn’t want to encourage the robot to talk. “Shut up,” she snapped and she kicked her seat.

Chairbot fell silent. The robot turned its focus towards Vaquel’s bare ass which occupied his seat. He happily mapped the marvelous buttocks micrometer by micrometer.

Vaquel checked the communication array. There was an incoming transmission. It was in Ebrima, the language of the Seed-Walkers. That was odd. Vaquel thought that she had left Seed-Walker space and their scientist tyrant, the Prober Supreme. Did the evil bastard have an outpost this far away from his domain?

“Attention unknown vessel. You are entering the territory of the Interplanetary Championship Alliance. Forces of the Prober Supreme will be destroyed on sight. Refugees from the Prober Supreme are welcome. All other visitors are permitted on a case by case basis. Please state your name, origin and area of expertise.”

Vaquel hit the response button. “This is Vaquel Di from the planet of Euphoria. I guess you can call me an expert on exploration and personal gratification.”

“Vaquel Di from the planet of Euphoria, you are cleared for entrance into the Interplanetary Championship Alliance. Follow the blue beam into Untitled Cathedral. Dymare, the Champion of Design will greet you personally.”

Eight of the nine targeting lasers vanished. One of them changed to a blue spectrum, lighting a path towards the large structure.

Vaquel typed in a course to follow the blue laser. She had some time before it got there so she went into the back of the ship. First contact missions were all about first impressions. It was important to set the right tone when encountering a new species.

It was also important to look as sexy as possible in case the species was sexually compatible. Vaquel had found that most species were fuckable, as well as big fans of breasts. Some days, Vaquel thought this suggested that if there was a divine being that created the universe, it was certainly had a preferred type.

Vaquel stood up, barely noticing the sigh of disappointment from Chairbot. The nude explorer went to her clothing locker. She took out her equipment belt and snapped it around her bare waist. Next, she grabbed a pair of boots and slipped them on. She considered picking up a few weapons but decided against it for now. When she got closer, she would have a better idea of what she was up against.

Now came the hard part. What color should she wear? It had to look good with her brown skin and short pink hair. Vaquel examined a tray holding multiple vials. She selected a gold vial and slipped it into her equipment belt.

A single press of a button processed the vial. Gold fabric extended downwards from her belt. The thin gold material slid over the pink bush of her pubic hair and down over her brown thighs. The gold moved down her legs and formed a seal at her boots.

A second button press and the gold material flowed upwards from her belt. It covered her stomach and hardened into a second skin. The flow of gold slowed down as it covered her enormous breasts. Her nipples stiffened as the liquid solidified into a thin material over her sensitive flesh. The gold material stopped when it reach her neck.

Vaquel returned to the navigation bay. Untitled Cathedral filled the display window. It was a space station but the scale was nearly incomprehensible. It was larger than most spaceship armadas.

More surprising than the scale was the amazing aesthetics of the station. It was truly beautiful. Grand arches of metal spanned vast canyons ringed with multiple colors. Massive plains of glass revealed vibrant biodomes. Even the laser cannons were visually pleasing as they took the form of ornate towers.

Vaquel sat down in her chair, completely awestruck. She had seen many wonders in her travels. Nebulas of passionate vibrancy and grand cityscapes of alien beauty were burned into her memory but this was something else. This was a masterpiece of engineering and art.

The blue beam guided the ship towards a giant hole in the surface. As Vaquel’s ship approached, the walls of the hole glowed to illuminate the way. Giant murals decorated the walls, illustrating the depths of some unknown ocean filled with beautiful fish.

Something about the walls tugged at Vaquel’s memory. She tapped a part of the window. “Computer, magnify this quadrant to a power of a thousand.”

A display screen gave Vaquel the image she wanted. A mural of an aquatic creature was made with the outer shell of a Prober Supreme battle saucer. The teeth were repurposed Seed-Walker laser cannons. The blue eye was a glowing saucer reactor engine.

A chill ran down Vaquel’s spine. The Prober Supreme saucers were impressive ships. She activated more scanning equipment. Whatever had jammed her sensors earlier was gone. Information scrolled across Vaquel’s screen. The entire structure was made from recycled battle saucers.

Vaquel sat back in her chair in a state of shock. It was one thing to defeat so many ships, it was another to transform them into something so massive and beautiful. What kind of species would do such a thing?

The blue beam terminated at a docking platform. Vaquel landed the ship. A force field encased the docking platform and a breathable environment was generated. A door near the platform glowed with a blue light.

“Chairbot, mind the ship,” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said. He would dedicate ten percent of his functions to monitoring the ship and the other ninety percent would be dedicated to creating virtual simulations of Vaquel’s ass.

Vaquel stood up and put on her glassteel helmet. Sure, the air was breathable now but it might not be later. She also grabbed a plasma pistol, a laser knife and several small explosives. The weapons felt pointless in the face of such a large display of military might, but she took them anyway. Armed and ready, she stepped out of the probe ship.

The blue door waited for Vaquel. As she came closer, she noticed that sparkling lines laid within the metal of the door. The lines resembled a blueprint. Vaquel realized the blueprints were for the mechanisms that opened the door. Interesting.

When Vaquel was within a meter of the door, the door swung open. A wall of noise struck her. Thousands of voices screamed in unison.

Vaquel walked though. She was inside a giant circular stadium. Black metal walls surrounded an open area. The ground was soft yellow grass. Up above, artificial sun lights projected down from the massive ceiling.

Aliens lined the walls. They were too far away to make out any features other than their grey skin. Rows upon rows of seats held too many for Vaquel to count. Their voices rose in a cheer of excitement at her appearance.

“Where the fuck am I?” Vaquel whispered. Was this an arena? She fingered the plasma pistol on her hip.

There was a high pitch beep and the crowd fell silent. A voice blasted from all around Vaquel. It was a hybrid language of Sylfaen and Lucida, but Vaquel could understand it.

“Coming in from the Blue Door and wearing a gold uniform, they hail from the planet of Euphoria. They weigh an estimated forty-three poz, and are skilled in exploration as well as personal gratification. Appearing for the first time in ICA territory, they are called, Vaquel Di!”

The crowd erupted into cheers. Vaquel jumped at the sudden escalation of sound. The cheers seemed friendly, but you can never be sure. She waited for an attack and when none came, she forced herself to relax.

The cheering continued and felt a surge of wetness between Vaquel’s thighs. There was something arousing about being the center of attention for so many people. She stood up taller and pulled her shoulders back to make her breasts protrude more.

The high pitch beep sounded again and the crowd hushed. A seam appeared in the ground in front of Vaquel and slowly widened. A grey alien slowly rose into view. He hovered in the air as the ground below him closed together to seal the opening. When the ground was solid again, he floated down to the floor.

“Ascending from the floor is the current Champion of Design! He hails from the planet of Claw Four and wears a red uniform. Weighing ninety-nine poz, he is skilled in four schools of architecture. He is the creator of Untitled Cathedral and has been undefeated for three years. His name is Dymare!”

The crowd screamed again but twice as loud as before. The glassteel helmet vibrated around Vaquel’s head. The threat of her helmet shattering was too distracting so she took it off.

Dymare waved to the crowd. He slowly rotated, making sure to wave to each arc of the stadium. The crowd screamed louder when he faced them.

Vaquel took the time to study the alien. He was a little taller than her but not by much. His skin was the same dull grey color as the rest of his kind. Two white tusks jutted from the sides of his bottom jaw and curved upwards. The tusks were about 20 centimeters long and must make oral sex tricky. A thick forehead hung over his eyes and made them hard to see. A single strip of black hair ran from his forehead, back along his skull and down his bare back. The hair was thick and reminded Vaquel of a mane. His mouth was wide and filled with more teeth than Vaquel was comfortable with.

The alien was topless except for a necklace. Hanging from the necklace was a pointed silver medallion. The light bent around the medallion, causing it shift colors as he moved.

Tight red pants encased the alien from the waist down. Twin bulges rose from the center of his crotch, one near his waist and the other just below it. Vaquel shuddered as she estimated the thickness of the hidden genitalia.

Dymare faced Vaquel and raised his hand. The crowd instantly fell silent. He was certainly in command here. The moistness in Vaquel’s sex intensified. She always responded well to power.

“It is an honor to be the first to meet one of your kind, Vaquel Di,” he said. His voice was a low rumble that echoed from the many speakers around the stadium. He took his medallion in hand and asked her, “Do you consent to being scanned fully?”

“Fuck, no,” Vaquel said. She jumped as her words were broadcasted from the same speakers. “Especially if we are about to fight.”

Dymare looked confused. His narrow brow lowered further and completely obscured his eyes. “Fight? There is no need to fight. I don’t see any Judges and your expertise is exploration, not design. You are no challenge to me.”

“We’re not fighting?” Vaquel said. “Then why are we in an arena?”

“It is only an arena for challenges to my championship,” Dymare said. “Otherwise, it is simply a theater. The people love to see their champion, especially for first encounters.”

“Oh, that is different then,” Vaquel said. “Sure, you can scan me. May I examine you in kind?”

“I consent,” Dymare said. He brought the medallion to one eye. The medallion glowed and a green beam emerged. The beam swept over Vaquel’s body.

“Basic bipedal humanoid,” Dymare said out loud. “A capable brain system. Reaction speed is exceptional and your stamina is formidable. I assume these are necessary qualities for exploration?”

“You bet your ass they are,” Vaquel said. “You don’t have explorers here?”

“We had a Champion of Exploration once but they left long ago and never returned,” Dymare said. “Without a championship to compete for, interest in exploring new worlds died out.”

“Wow, you guys really love your championships,” Vaquel said. The green beam lingered on her breasts. “What do you get for being champions? Money? Bed-slaves? Fame?”

“Interesting, your mammary glands are loaded with sensory nerves,” dymare said. “Oh, champions get to wield the championship icon. This is the Championship of Design that I am holding.”

“You get to use a bioscanner?” Vaquel said. “That doesn’t seem like much.”

The crowd gasped. It is the first sound they had made since Vaquel and Dymare started talking. Boos soon follow until Dymare raises his hand and the crowd falls silent again.

“The Championship of Design does more than reveal one’s structure,” Dymare says. The deep voice is an octave deeper “It is also a tool of construction.”

Dymare turns and points the green beam at the ground. The dirt and grass rise in the air and clump together. In seconds, a statue of Vaquel is formed from the components. It is an impressive likeness, right down to the dimples in her buttocks.

“And also, a tool of deconstruction,” Dymare says. The green beam turns a shade lighter and suddenly the statue falls apart to leave behind an eerie recreation of Vaquel’s skeleton before it too crumbles back into dirt.

The crowd clapped their applause.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “You built this station with your championship, didn’t you? Did you also destroy those saucers?”

“Some of them,” Dymare said. “The Champions take turns defending our border with the Prober Supreme. When I arrived last month, there were just wrecks in orbit around the sun. I put them to use and made this station. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. “Okay, my turn to examine you.” She stepped forward and placed her hand on his broad chest.

“Shouldn’t you use your bioscanner on your left hip?” Dymare asked.

“My species prefers a more personal method,” Vaquel said. She ran her hand up to his wide shoulder. Her fingers squeezed and barely sank into the hard muscle.

“There is something to be said for tactile investigation,” Dymare said. He placed a hand one of Vaquel’s breasts. His palm pressed against the nipple protruding against the gold fabric of her spacesuit.

The crowd cheered. Vaquel wasn’t sure what they were cheering for. Were they cheering Dymare for grabbing a feel? Could they be cheering her for her big breasts? Either way, Vaquel’s pussy responded to their cheers with a hard clench.

Vaquel let go of Dymare’s shoulders and ran her hand down his muscular chest. When her fingers brushed his belly, the champion shuddered from head to toe. He shook his head back and forth, sending his mane flying. The crowd exploded into more cheers.

“What’s the matter?” Vaquel said. She pulled her hands back.

Dymare grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands back to his belly. “Don’t stop! That’s our erogenous zone.”

“Oh really?” Vaquel said. She placed her hands flat against Dymare’s belly. He shivered again. She rubbed her hands up and down as the crowd cheered louder.

The bulges in Dymare’s pants grew larger.

“Fuck, they were soft before?” Vaquel said.

Dymare didn’t answer. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. Load moans came form his open mouth and were broadcasted by the speakers.

“Let’s go somewhere more private and fuck,” Vaquel said.

The crowd booed as her words came from the speakers.

Dymare shook his head and looked at her. “Champions belong to the people, Vaquel Di. We can fuck right here.”

Before Vaquel could answer, he pulled on the side of his pants. Multiple seams appeared in the pants fabric. The pants fell apart in a heap at his feet.

Vaquel gasped at Dymare’s crotch. Two cocks sprung free. They were equal in thickness and length and they had plenty of both. The higher one was smooth while the lower one had small ridges.

Dymare touched his medallion and a green beam enveloped Vaquel. In less than a second, her spacesuit, equipment and boots disintegrated. She didn’t even feel a tingle.

“Fuck, I need that stuff!” Vaquel said.

“I’ll recreate it for you later,” Dymare said. He held onto the medallion and the beam struck the ground. The sound of twisting metal was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. Two metal posts emerged from the ground, holding a seat between them. The seat was specifically designed for Vaquel to lean back on.

“That is a handy championship,” Vaquel said as she hopped into the seat. It was soft to the touch but gave great back support. She leaned back and spread her legs.

“Amazing, you have hair there,” Dymare said. “I missed it on my earlier scan.”

“You were too busy checking out my tits,” Vaquel said. “Now get inside me.”

Dymare stepped between Vaquel’s brown legs. He guided his lower grey cock to her pink pussy hair. The narrow head slipped inside her, soon followed by his thick ridged girth.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out.

Dymare gripped his medallion. Small hoops formed on top of the poles and hung down. Dymare guided Vaquel’s foot to the hoop to help her keep her leg open. She slipped her other foot in the left hoop on her own. Now her legs could be kept wide open with no effort on her part.

“The crowd needs a good view,” Dymare said and the crowd responded with louder cheers.

Vaquel’s pussy clenched around the ridged cock. “Who am I to deny the crowd?” she said.

Dymare grabbed Vaquel by the breast. His strong hand crushed her plump flesh. Now that he had a handhold, his hips began to pump. He slid his long thick cock in and out of her. His other cock bounced excitedly above her sex.

“Fuck, those ridges are good,” Vaquel moaned. “Does everyone in your species have a ridged cock?”

“Yes, though some are on the high cock and others are on the low cock,” Dymare said.

“I’m going to like you guys,” Vaquel said.

She reached down and grabbed the cock that wasn’t inside of her. Dymare groaned and his cock pulsed in her hand. She loosened her grip so that his cock would slide back and forth. That way he could fuck her hand as he fucked her pussy.

The crowd chanted. It was a single word, over and over. “Boom! Boom! Boom!” The pow pitch of their chant seemed to reach deep within Vaquel’s body and grip her pussy.

“What are they doing?” she asked.

“Shhh,” Dymare said. “It is a ritual sound of fornication.”

Vaquel shrugged and relaxed into the hanging seat. Dymare;s ridged cock pounded her wet sex while his smooth cock rammed her gripping hands. She spat into her hands to reduce the friction and Dymare fucked her faster.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” The arena vibrated with the sound of the chant.

Vaquel watched the medallion bounce on Dymare’s chest. It was an incredibly powerful tool. Imagine what she could do with such an instrument! She was tempted to grab it and make a run for it.

Dymare stared at Vaquel and a wry smile crossed his lips. Did he know what she was thinking? Probably. It was likely that everyone he met thought about taking his championship. It must make for a lonely and paranoid life.

Vaquel looked away from the medallion and focused on the cocks between her legs. The ridged cock stimulated the sides of her pussy in amazing ways. The smooth cock felt wonderful between her hands. The hand crushing her breast heightened the sensitivity of her body. The booming chant reminded her that thousands of people were watching her get fucked.

Dymare stared at her with a singular focus. His thick brow raised slightly and she could almost make out the red in his eyes. He panted as he fucked and his jaws opened. Vaquel counted four rows of teeth in his mouth.

“Definitely not a species for oral sex,” Vaquel noted to herself. “But with cocks this nice, maybe they don’t need them.”

“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!” the crowd chanted louder. They were getting more excited. Did they know something?

The medallion pulsed once and Dymare reached for Vaquel’s face with his other hand. He gently grabbed her earlobe and run his thumb over it.

Vaquel’s clenched harder. The rubbing of her earlobe sent a flood of desire between her legs. It was a part of her body that she didn’t realize was sensitive. She exploded with a loud moan that was repeated on every speaker.

The cock in Vaquel’s pussy exploded as well. Hot seed filled her tight pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted as she climaxed. Her hand tightened around Dymare’s higher cock.

Seed gushed from the smooth member. It sprayed onto her stomach with wet heat.

Dymare’s jaw unhinged and dropped open. A black liquid sprayed from his mouth. He pulled his hand away as it splattered against Vaquel’s chest. The force of the spray was intense and Vaquel felt like her tits had received a giant slap.

The crowd stopped their chant and roared with approval. The stadium thundered with their applause.

“What the fuck?” Vaquel said, looking down at her body. The seed on her stomach wiped off easily, but the black goo on her tits were sticky and beginning to harden. She pulled her legs from the hoops and tried to sit up.

Dymare had a smug smile on his face. “I notice you didn’t have a musk emitter in your mouth. So far that has been unique to our species. It is how we mark the ones we mate with.”

“Great,” Vaquel said. She tried to pull more of it from her chest. It stubbornly clung to her skin. There were sparkles in the goo.

Dymare pulled out of her pussy. Seed poured from her well-fucked hole. The crowd cheered as Dymare saluted the crowd. His limp cocks hung from his crotch.

“Let me return your clothes,” Dymare said. A green beam emerged from the medallion and struck Vaquel.

The tight spacesuit reformed over Vaquel’s body. The fabric pressed the black goo and seed onto her skin. Some of the goo oozed out the top and splattered against her neck. At least her boots and equipment belt were back. That shit was a bitch to build herself.

“I have enjoyed out encounter, but I have work to do,” Dymare said. The crowd groaned with disappointment. “You are free to leave continue your journeys. I want to build a water fall on level seventy. Maybe I’ll add a statue of you and your floppy breasts.”

Vaquel hopped out of the swing seat. “Thanks, I think. Would you mind disintegrating the musk too?”

Dymare shook his head. He grinned and showed his many, many teeth. “Of course not. When you met the other champions, I want them to know who fucked you first.”

Jan 062020
 

Hunger is a solo writing game by the talented HyveMynd. You play a vampire who feeds on their human lover. Using a standard deck of cards, you are prompted to answer questions about consent, your lover’s body and whether or not they perish from your feeding.

Since it is a game where the rules literally fit on a business card, I can’t really say much about the rules without giving the game away for free. Take my word for it that it is a clever mechanic and is quite hot. I don’t even like vampires and I am hooked. It is the rare erotic game where I feel like I need a cool down period afterwards.

There is a companion game from the same designer, Thirst, where you play a human being fed upon by a vampire. I personally prefer Hunger, but your prey/predator tastes may vary.

Hunger is pay what you want at a suggested rate of 3$, but with such a smart design and lovely presentation, it deserves more of your money.

Jan 032020
 

My phone buzzed. It has been on silent for the past year. It was a photo and a text from Mrs. Marshall across the street. The photo showed her large pale tits, stuffed inside a black bra. The pink ring of her aureoles peek above the dark fabric.

The accompanying text read: Bite down on these as I jack you off.

A groan escaped my lips. That would be lovely. Mrs. Marshall was older than me, with bright eyes and a brighter smile. I imagine her grip would be tight and knowing as she jerked me off. I would bite down, perhaps too hard on her plentiful breasts. She wouldn’t mind though, and when I came she would compliment me on my large load.

I am not sure how Mrs. Marshall ever got my number. My wife certainly wouldn’t give it to her. I am not sure if the daily texts are even meant for me. They never mention my name. For all I know, I am intercepting Mrs. Marshall’s dirty messages meant for another.

It seems unlikely though. The texts almost always come when my wife isn’t home. On days that I work in the front yard, the pictures are especially graphic. No, they must be for me.

I delete the message from my phone, but those lovely tits and the tempting text are saved forever in my fantasies.

Dec 242019
 

WARNING! ALL THE SPOILERS!

I remember when the title for the next Star Wars movie came out. It was going to be “The Rise of the Skywalker” and that confused people. Luke was dead. Kylo was a Skywalker but also a bad guy, so was this going to be his triumph? Was it a reference to Rey? Now that the Jedi were ‘gone’ did that mean that heroes will now be called “Skywalker”? That would be neat.

The anwser is much simpler than that. The title is just a cool name. Rey calls herself Skywalker because they are her adopted family. Aww.

I was reminded of this partway through the final battle. See, the Emperor reveals he has like, a million shadowy guys in the shadows that are maybe ghosts, or cultists, or something else. He then tells Rey that she can kill him and he’ll possess her body and live on. But then Ben shows up so the bad guy drains their love maybe? Then he uses that power to zap thousands of ships in the sky without hitting any of his thousands of ships.

That was when it hit me: Stars Wars could be the sugar-high babbling of an eight year old playing with his toys. It is pretty indistinguishable. All of the theories that fans work on, all the clues they look for and all the damn arguing about where the story is going is meaningless. Star Wars is about gibberish. It is about inventing new powers to get that bigger explosion.

And that’s okay. Big sprawling epics scratch a certain itch. It is Star Wars, where logic hasn’t been a big part of any movie. I love Flash Gordon, and let me tell you, that universe might be even dumber

But what gets me is that Rian Johnson aspired to be something more with “The Last Jedi”. That movie introduced the idea of people growing out of the roles that begun with. It argued that you didn’t need to come from a special family or background to be special. It said that reckless heroes often get folks killed. It argued, over and over again, that life does not play out the way you expect it to just because it is like some story. It took the myth of Star Wars and said you got to forge your own way.

“Rise of the Skywalker” is a clear course correction away from those ideas. It turns out that yeah, you do need to have a special person in your gene line to be special. Turning Rey into Palpatine’s granddaughter reminds me of those idiots who insisted that Francis Bacon wrote Shakespeare’s plays. They just can’t accept that someone can do something remarkable from their own hard work or innate talents. There has to be a secret advantage. If there isn’t, than ANYONE can be great, and then what excuse do you have for being normal?

Other truths from “the Last Jedi” get obliterated in order to return to the myths of the first movies. It turns out, being reckless saves the day after all! The mature hero has regressed back into his old role of smiling hero. That Rose character the misogynists hated? Don’t worry, they sidelined her and gave Finn a new girlfriend who is black like him.

Eww.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Star Wars is not a piece of art, it is a blueprint for toys and movies. Star Wars movies are for kids. They are for adults who want to be reminded of the things they liked as kids. They are for that certain kind of fan who wants a story told about rebels and an empire told a certain way. Stars Wars is here to tell them that story, and will tell it to them again in a few years with new characters, new special effects, but don’t worry, nothing will really change. A lot of people like that.

I just don’t think those movies are for me anymore.

But I tell you, that Baby Yoda show is awesome.

Dec 232019
 

I read a great article on PC Gamer about an EVE player who completed a personal mission of exploration. EVE is a massive online game where players fly spaceships, trade goods, mine planets, form corporations and ruthlessly murder one another. Most stories that come out of EVE deal with hundreds of players doing their best to take away the stuff of other hundreds of players, so I am always interested when something non-violent bubbles to the surface.

In this case, a character by the name of Katia Sae has explored and mapped every one of the 7,805 solar systems in the game. It took her nine years to do it. Even more amazing to me is that she never lost a ship. This amazing character survived in a game famous for psychopaths preying on others.

Her player, Ethan Richards(!), talks about the work involved in this achievement and holy crap, it sounds nerve-wracking and daunting. Other players put bounties on Katia’s head just to see her die. EVE added random wormholes leading to random places which forced Katia to seek the aid of a corporation just to help find new places. Even then, they had to keep their goal of helping Katia a secret because spies might sell her out to her enemies. Cripes.

After nine years, Ethan and Katia visited every system. The developers of EVE threw her a party and put up a statue of the character on her home planet. Ethan retired Katia so she will never die, but he regrets not writing the character anymore. I feel for him.

On the other hand, Vaquel Di, my explorer of space and alien sex, is about to embark on the TENTH year of her twenty year mission. I find the similarities between Katia and Vaquel to be fascinating. They both travel dangerous space. One does it for curiosity, and one does it because she expects to be showered with gifts when she gets home. It is a shame that they have never met.

To be fair, I think I have it easier as Vaquel will only die and fail if I choose for her to, but I understand the enormity of the commitment that Ethan put into Katia. I applaud his work and wonder what the fuck is he going to do next?

That is a question I don’t have to think about for another eleven years.

Dec 042019
 

Explorer’s log: I have reached the star system designated “So Much Hate for Who the Queen Fucks,” by Royal Astronomers. There are no planets here. There is an asteroid field which might have been a planet in the distant past, but it is just rocky debris now. It is rare for the Royal Astronomers to make a mistake and send an explorer to an empty star system. I am annoyed that I made this journey for nothing, but I take comfort in knowing that the Astronomers will be punished in creative ways once this transmission gets back to them.

For the past few weeks, I had detected six other ships traveling towards this system, but their energy signatures disappeared once they reached this location. Could there be a secret planetoid or station that they stopped at? It seems unlikely, but I will take the day and search the area. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Log, Addition: Queen’s tit, I just encountered the largest living creature I have ever seen in space! It is a monstrous snake the size and length of eight Royal Navy Dreadnaughts, but it also has several engines embedded in its flesh. The mouth is big enough to swallow most of the ships I have seen lately. The damn thing flew right past me so it must not detect my ship. The symbol of the Prober Supreme is prominent on the beast’s forehead, so it us clearly another one of his creations.

Since I have discovered this horrible thing, I am naming it a Star Behemoth. It is not the most creative name, but when future travelers encounter it, they will know exactly what it is.

I picked up the signals of three of the ships I was tracking INSIDE the monster. The signals are strong and are standard distress messages. The ships must still be alive in there.

As for the other three ships, I have found feces in the wake of the Star Behemoth. It consists of melted debris and traces of Seed-Walker organic matter. That is not a good sign.

My theory is that this Star Behemoth is a Prober Supreme counter-measure for Seed-Walkers trying to escape his domain. The Star Behemoth doesn’t see me, which leads me to believe it is designed to track ship technologies originating from the Prober Supremes’ ships. It lurks on the edges of known territory and captures fleeing refugees. Rather than bring them back, the Star Behemoth consumes the ships and breaks them down for replacement parts and nutrition.

I should leave the area immediately for my safety, but I have my concerns. When Queen Erishella invades this system, the Star Behemoth might slow the Royal Navy down. What if this isn’t the only monster patrolling the Prober Supremes’ domain? I should linger and see if I can find a weakness. I happily endanger myself to speed the Queen’s conquests. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: That Star Behemoth has three ships inside it with crew desperate to escape. That is something I can entertain myself with.

Vaquel Di sat on Chairbot and checked the control panel again. From the waist up, she was the picture of explorer professionality. A skintight red spacesuit clung to her heavy breasts and arms, coming all the way up to her neck. Short pink hair crowned her head. There was a slight flush to her dark brown cheeks, but that could be explained away by the nearby presence of a terrible spaceship-eating terror.

Below her waist, and out of the view of any communication camera, was a different story. She was naked with her legs spread wide. There was a faint ripple along her brown ass where the vibrating motors of Chairbot were silently working. The pink pubic hair covering her sex were damp from frequent stroking.

“Remember, Chairbot, stay quiet while I talk to them,” Vaquel ordered.

The vibrations from Chairbot pulsed in acknowledgement.

Vaquel sat up straight and tried to look serious. “Hailing captive vessel with twenty life signs on board. Please respond.”

A handsome Seed-Walker appeared on the communication screen. He was a rich dark red with bright yellow hair. An ill-fitting grey tunic clung to his body. Both of his green eyes were wide with excitement.

“Unknown, unknown, unknown caller, this is the Skipping Stone! I am just the cook, let me summon my Bud-Father, I mean my Captain for you.”

“Negative, Cook,” Vaquel said. “Don’t tell anyone on your ship that you are talking to me. Stay on the line for rescue instructions.

The Cook looked confused but he stayed in his chair. Vaquel figured he was probably tasked with keeping an eye on things while everyone else worked on a solution out of the Star Behemoth. The young man looked nervous and in need of adult supervision.

Vaquel sent out another signal. “Hailing captive vessel with suspended animation pods. Please respond.”

A screen turned on to show two female Seed-Walkers sitting at a console together. The one on the right had light green skin and short purple hair. The one on the left was shorter with bright yellow skin and a glorious mane of blue hair. They wore thick clothes suited for cold environments. Perhaps they had to shut down life support?

“This, this, this, is Black Leaves at Sunset, responding to your call,” the green one said. “Are you trapped inside this monster as well?”

“I’ll explain in a moment,” Vaquel responded. She tried not to smile as she looked at the two women. Fuck, they were pretty! “I assume the rest of your crew is in stasis?”

“Correct, correct, correct,” the green one said. “We are the only ones awake. Can you help us?”

“Yes, but please standby, and don’t animate any more of your crew,” Vaquel said.

The green one nodded and pressed a button. No more sound came from their ship. The yellow one started talking and the green one frowned and responded. They seemed to be arguing.

Vaquel opened another channel. “Hailing captive vessel with three hundred and twenty life signs on board. Please respond.”

The third screen activated. It was a wide angle shot of a bridge. Three male Seed-Walkers of various shades of red worked different stations. In the center was a tall female Seed-Walker with brown skin the same shade as Vaquel. Her light blue hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. All of them wore clothes that Vaquel recognized as belonging to the military caste of the Prober Supremes’ forces.

“This, this, this is Captain Eschscholtzia of the Liberated Research,” the woman announced. “I see that you are not a Seed-Walker. We are refugees seeking political asylum from the Prober Supreme. We are currently trapped, but if you help us, we can provide you with vital information and-“

Vaquel waved her hand and cut her off. “No, no, no. I don’t need a sales pitch. Wait a moment, there, now all of us can see each other. Listen up, all of you are trapped inside what I am calling the Star Behemoth. Right now I have landed my ship on the base of the creature’s skull. I have hacked the monster’s systems and I believe I can free one of you before I am detected.”

“We, we, we have over three hundred Seed-Walkers on board,” Captain Eschscholtzia says. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck you!” the green Seed-Walker said. “We are a commune of artists! The creative potential of my crewmates outweighs a bunch of runaway soldiers!”

“Uh,” the Cook said. “I really want to go get my Captain to speak for us.”

“Everyone shut up!” Vaquel snapped. “I have already decided how I am going to pick a ship to survive. Each of you is going to entertain me in a sexual manner. Whomever arouses me the most, will have their ship freed from the belly of the Star Behemoth.”

The yellow Seed-Walker from the second ship laughed out loud. “I knew we shouldn’t trust this alien!”

The Captain of the third ship looks angry. “Are, are, are you serious? You want us to arouse you for our lives? What kind of sick deviant are you? What is your species?”

The Cook sighed and stood up. He opened his trousers to reveal a thick flaccid member. Taking his cock in both hands, he began to stroke.

“That one has the right idea,” Vaquel said. “I’m setting a timer. When it is done, I will tell you who won. So, get started!”

Vaquel lied about the timer. The only time limit was when she was finished climaxing.

Captain Eschscholtzia put her hand over her face and shook her head. “Can’t, can’t, can’t believe I am saying this, but we have no choice. Bridge, take off your clothes.”

Two of the Seed-Walkers jumped to their feet and went to work removing their uniforms. The third Seed-Walker approached his Captain. He looked at Vaquel with an accusing look in his eyes.

“Captain, Captain, Captain, surely there is another way?” he asked.

“Take, take, take your clothes off and that is an order!”

Before the Seed-Walker could respond, Captain Eschscholtzia unzipped her uniform. Dark brown breasts fell free of her restrictive clothing. She kept unzipping until her bare sex was revealed.

The reluctant Seed-Walker male reluctantly disrobed as well.

Vaquel turned her attention to the second ship. The women were arguing but they left their sound on this time.

“Push, push, push your chair back and I will eat for the deviant,” the green woman said.

“You can’t be serious!” the yellow one said. “We, we, we both have pair-bonds! What will they say?”

“They, they, they will know we did it for the good of the commune,” the green woman said.

The yellow one sighs. “For, for, for the good of the commune.” She pushed her seat back so that pelvis comes into view. Lifting her hips up, she pulls her pants down and slipped them off. When her naked ass came back down on the seat, she cried out.

“Fucking cold!” the yellow one yelled. She tucked her pants under her ass to protect herself. Shyly, she opened her legs to reveal a sex covered in blue hair.

The green one got between her friend’s legs. She smartly leaned to the side so that Vaquel could have a better view. The green woman inserted her finger into the thatch of blue hair and inside the yellow slit.

“Oh, oh, oh!” the yellow one moaned.

A grunt diverted Vaquel’s attention. It was the Cook. His erection was tall and proud. He must have spat into his hands because his phallus was shiny and slick. As he pumped his cock, his hips moved to fuck his hands. He grunted and his entire body shook.

Vaquel bit her lip to keep from groaning. All of this naked flesh and reluctant submission was driving her wild. The only reason she wasn’t openly masturbating was because she thought it would be creepier for the captured crews if they felt she was impassively watching. Plus, the jaded space explorer thought it would be a fun challenge to come without showing it.

Over on the third screen, Captain Eschscholtzia commanded the previously reluctant crewman to sit naked on her chair. The Captain straddled the crewman’s cock, while facing Vaquel and the communication camera. The crewman’s long cock slowly disappeared inside the Captain’s tight pussy lips.

When the Captain had settled down on the crewman’s cock, the other crewman stepped forward. She grabbed each of their red cocks and began to stroke. As she worked their members, the Captain swiveled her hips to fuck the phallus inside her.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. She wouldn’t mind serving a dominant Captain like that!

Meanwhile, groans were coming from the women on the second screen. Despite her earlier protests, the yellow Seed-Walker was writhing in her seat. She had both hands on the other woman, who’s face was now sealed to the yellow woman’s sex.

Vaquel frowned. The green woman still had her bulky clothes on. For that matter, the yellow woman had a thick coat on. There wasn’t much skin or pussy to be seen.

“Here, here, here it comes!” the Cook cried out. Vaquel turned to look just in time as the young Seed-Walker’s cock erupted. Long strands of seed flew in the air and onto the control panel. One thick glob splattered against the camera, obscuring the screen.

“Fertilizer!” the Cook yelled. He tried to clean the camera but he just smeared more seed on it.

Vaquel laughed and then moaned as Chairbot’s vibrating seat increased in strength. The Cook had a nice cock and a nicer climax, but what was he going to do now? He had shot his load.

On the third screen, the Captain was still improvising. She leaned towards the cock on her right and sucked on it. Her hand continued to stroke the guy on her left, but in Vaquel’s expert opinion, her technique was very sloppy. The same could be said for the Captain’s hips which were barely moving. The Captain didn’t seem to multitask well when it came to using her mouth.

“This, this, this isn’t working,” the yellow woman on the second screen said. She pushed her partner from her pussy.

“Just, just, just tell me what you like and I’ll do it,” the green woman said.

“That’s, that’s, that’s not what I mean,” the pantless woman said. “This isn’t sexy. We need to take all of our clothes off. Computer, turn up the cabin environment heat!”

“We, we, we need to save power for the sleep pods,” the green woman protested.

“If, if, if we don’t get naked and entertain that pervert, there won’t be any sleep pods!” the yellow woman said.

Both women stood up and undressed. Vaquel watched with interest as they disrobed. The yellow Seed-Walker revealed a slender chest with tiny buds for breasts. The red Seed-Walker took off her clothes to reveal enormous breasts.

“Wow, wow, wow,” said the Cook on the first screen. He was staring at the communication monitor. He was admiring the red Seed-Walker’s breasts as well. His member was half-erect.

“Now, now, now what?” the green Seed-Walker said.

The yellow woman answered by spinning her crewmate around. She forced the green woman to face the camera and to bend over at the waist. Her enormous breasts hung down in front of her. The yellow Seed-Walker grabbed her partner by her short purple hair and yanked her head back. The red woman cried out as something happened behind her.

“Tell, tell, tell her what you feel,” the yellow one ordered.

“I, I, I feel fingers inside my wetness,” the green Seed-Walker said. “She has three fingers inside me! She is thrusting hard, too hard! Oh, but I like it!”

Vaquel groaned. The yellow woman’s sudden dominance surprised her. The swinging of the red Seed-Walker’s breasts was hypnotizing. Vaquel desperately wanted to bite one of those stiff green nipples.

There was movement on the third screen. Captain Eschscholtzia dismounted from the cock she was riding and stood up. She walked around to the side of the chair and laid across the arms. The man sitting in the chair cried out as she took his cock in hand and started jerking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me at both ends!”

The crewmembers didn’t have to be told twice. One grabbed the Captain’s hips and entered her pussy. The other grabbed her tight ponytail and guided his cock to her mouth. The two of them fucked wildly as the Captain took it.

“Fuck me,” Vaquel whispered. She gripped the edges of the console. It took everything not to pull one of her breasts free and pinch a nipple.

Chairbot, however, took her exclamation to be an order. It projected a phallus-shaped force field from its seat and entered Vaquel’s sex. Based on her current production of lubricating juices, the thickness of the force cock was one of his larger projections.

Vaquel gasped. The green Seed-Walker noticed her gasp and a curious expression came over her face. She leaned closer to study Vaquel.

The Cook was doing something on the first screen. He cut a hole through the headrest of the chair he had been sitting in. When the hole was done, he slid his cock through the hole. The head of the red member slid back and forth as he fucked the headrest.

“Picture, picture, picture this inside of you, alien!” the Cook said.

Vaquel shuddered. The young Seed-Walker was speaking directly to her. Clever man!

“No, no, no, picture your hands inside me, alien!” the green Seed-Walker woman said. She rocked towards the screen as the yellow Seed-Walker fingered her. “Imagine how wet I am! Feel my heat as I clench around your fingers! Watch how much you make my breasts bounce!”

Vaquel bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes darted back and forth between the male fucking a headrest and the woman getting fingered. She imagined being with both of them as Chairbot’s force cock fucked her pussy.

There was a cry from the third screen. The seated Seed-Walker was coming. The Captain’s stroking resulted in an explosion of seed. Semen flew from his cock and splattered her brown breasts hovering above it.

Captain Eschscholtzia looked towards the camera with a cock in her mouth. She locked eyes with Vaquel as her cheeks caved with suction.

The Seed-Walker she sucked came. It was clear in the shouts of pleasure he gave. He froze and his balls trembled but the Captain kept sucking. When his limp cock fell from her mouth, Captain Eschscholtzia opened her mouth for the camera so Vaquel could see the seed still on her tongue.

“Wow, didn’t think the Captain would be that graphic,” Vaquel said between shudders.

The last crewmember kept fucking Captain Eschscholtzia. He slapped the side of her brown butt as he pounded her. The slaps earned him a disapproving look from the Captain, but she didn’t say anything.

The force phallus inside Vaquel began to rotate. The last of her composure broke and she moaned out loud. She grabbed one her breasts and squeezed. The thin blue spacesuit provided no protection as she pulled on her tit.

All three crews took Vaquel’s moaning a sign that they were winning.

The Cook fucked the hole in the headrest. The seat shook from the force of his thrusts. His eyes were locked on Vaquel as he assaulted the chair.

The green woman cried out. “Now, now, now she is biting my ass! I’m going to come!”

Captain Eschscholtzia rose from the chair. With her subordinate’s cock still inside her, she stopped when her breasts were near the sitting crewmember’s face. She offered a seed-splattered tit to him and he greedily sucked on it.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She came hard on Chairbot’s force phallus.

The Cook cried out. Another fountain of seed ejected from his cock. The headrest ripped free of its mounting, impaled on his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the green Seed-Walker cried. She pounded her fist on the console as she rode her orgasm.

“Take, take, take it!” the crewman said as he climaxed inside his Captain. That earned him another dirty look but he was too blissed out to notice.

“Okay, time’s up,” Vaquel announced. Chairbot turned off his vibrations and the force field. The thick force cock disappeared inside Vaquel. Her pussy clenched reflexively.

Captain Eschscholtzia pushed the crewman out of her sex and approached the camera. Seed dripped from her pussy lips, breasts and lips. “Who, who, who is the winner?” she demanded.

The green woman flopped down in a chair with a glazed look on her face. The yellow Seed-Walker beside her rubbed her slick fingers on one of their coats. “Yes, yes, yes. Who won?” the yellow woman asked.

The Cook said nothing as he pulled the headrest off his cock. His red cock was almost glowing with friction burns. He will feel that in the morning.

“I have declared it a tie,” Vaquel said. She tapped a few buttons. The probe ship shook as something exploded outside.

“There,” Vaquel said. “The demo charges just went off near the Star Behemoth’s brain. By my scans, the creature’s hull integrity was maintained at the head. The stomach sacks containing you should start experiencing a catastrophic breakdown in a few minutes. Cook, I suggest you get someone more experienced to help you fly that ship out of there.”

The Cook stared at the head rest and tossed it aside. “Uh, uh, uh, what do I tell him about the semen everywhere?”

“Not my problem,” Vaquel said. She closed the connection to the Cook’s ship.

“Thank, thank, thank you!” the yellow Seed-Walker said. Her cremate was busy operating the console. “When we tell the commune how you saved us, I am sure they will compose a poem in your honor!”

“As long as it is a dirty one,” Vaquel responds. She closed the connection to the hibernation ship.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Captain Eschscholtzia said. She stood naked and proud on her bridge. All around her, the other crew members went to work to prepare for their escape.

“What do you want?” Vaquel said. “I am tired and want to shower.”

“There, there, there was no contest,” the Captain said. “You just wanted to watch us degrade ourselves. I don’t understand. Why rescue us at all?”

Vaquel shrugged. “I may be a deviant pervert, but I am not a monster.” She closed the connection to the last ship and looked out the viewport.

Explosions rippled down the spine of the Star Snake. Engines wrenched themselves free of the creature and shot into space. Fluid sprayed and froze into giant clouds of ice. Secondary explosions tore open the vast kilometers of armored scales.

A large object emerged from the depths of the splitting flesh. It was a huge saucer. Shields flickered around the saucer as it pushed through the floating debris. Once clear of the Star Behemoth’s corpse, the saucer spun faster. A moment later, it flew towards the outer edges of the solar system.

Another ship emerged. It was a smaller saucer than the one that just left. The rim of the saucer was dotted with hibernation chambers. It lacked the shields of the previous ship and shuddered as it collided with a floating rib the size of a town. Eventually it made its way clear of the Star Behemoth’s entrails and only lost one of its chambers. Vaquel wondered how many artists were lost in that moment. The saucer powered up and raced its way out of the system.

A minute passed before a third saucer ascended from the drifting viscera. It was tiny compared to the other two saucers, and was barely a flea compared to the dead Star Behemoth. The small ship was nimble and darted between the deadly chunks of flesh and metal. It escaped without a scratch and charted a course away from the system.

All three were headed in the same direction. Did they have a place in mind? Were they merely following in the direction of the biggest ship?

Vaquel decided to go the same way, at least for a little bit. Maybe they will lead her somewhere interesting. Better yet, they might get in trouble again and need Vaquel’s help.

Vaquel sat back on Chairbot and idly stroked herself. What new demands could she make if she had to save the refugees a second time? The possibilities kept her company on the quiet space ship.

Nov 112019
 

Once upon a time, there were two futures. Each possible future was a paradise, but these futures could never coexist with the other. Each future sends time-travelling agents up and down the time stream to make the changes need to bring about their future. Let me be clear, this is a war and the only way to succeed is to make sure the other side can never exist.

Once upon a time correction, an agent on one side leaves a taunting letter for an agent on the other side. Is it a trap? Is it simply a boast? Or is it pure curiosity? Whatever the reason, talking to the enemy is forbidden and yet these two continue to exchange letters. Over time, their relationship changes and they fall in love.

That’s a cool idea, but what elevates “This is How You Lose the Time War” by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone is the magnificent creativity and sweeping scale that is on every page. Some time travel stories impress you with their knowledge of historical details, hinging key plot points on what a specific historical figure had for breakfast on a certain day. This book treats time travel as something to be played with and used to awe and inspire. Characters visit Atlantis. They travel to bone yard temples of beings that predate human history. They witness fleets of starships crashing against one another. It is less Time Traveling History Lesson, and more like Time Space Opera.

And these two agents don’t send normal letters. No, one might write on the scales of a fish that will be eaten by a seal that they know the other agent will cut open. A letter might be written in the coded flashes of a lave burst. Each letter is an impossibility, which reinforces how special and creative this story is.

Half the book is the letters the two agents send to each other. The other half of the book is what amazing things the agents were doing when they come across a letter. It makes for a fast read and a rather breathless one. Their growing romance feels real and I was deeply invested in them.

This is a book I am looking forward to re-reading every year. I think you will too.