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.

Jan 102018
 

Purson was an amazing retro sounding psychedelic band that sadly split in 2017. They leave us two wonderful albums that never fail to inflame my imagination. When I was writing Ravished by the Haunted House, I had a music list to write by and almost every Purson song was on it.

I am enchanted by lead singer Rosalie Cunningham’s voice but also enthralled with the lyrics that are often strange and reminiscent of a Ditko Doctor Strange comic.  There is magic going on in these songs, or maybe just a mental breakdown. Either way, they are lovely to listen to and wonderful to play over and over again.

Jan 082018
 

Sometime in the mid 80’s, the Russians nuked America and the United States never recovered. Everything is  a wasteland and if the raiders, radiation and mutants don’t kill you, then the strange mass-murderers called Slashers will. Luckily for the damned folk of the Wasteland, they have a telvision show to look forward to, “Try Not To Die!” In this show, wastelanders fight for their lives in a trapped maze while the show producers send Slasher after Slasher after them.

What do the winners get? Nothing because there are no winners. This is all about seeing how fast and nasty the Slashers kill the players.

That is the premise for Slashvivor, a fast brutal book by Stephan Kozeniewski and Stevie Kopas. Likable survivor, Dawn Churchill, is kidnapped and thrown into the game. Like all great protagonists, she lasts longer than she should and brings chaos to event. Stranger and stranger Slashers are released from captivity to try to stop her.

I’m a sucker for fiction about gameshows and the apocalypse so this hit my buttons. I also like Slashers and thought this book did a great job in creating some interesting killers. I could have done without the well-Educated Cannibal but I have come to accept that there is no escaping that type in slasher fiction.

The heroine is okay but quickly upstaged by the bizarre cast of Slashers out to get her. It is a nice long read, which is almost a rarity in this kind of gonzo genre. In this post-Blood Drive world, it was a fun and gory read.

 

Jan 032018
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day eighteen of my twenty-four day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Superior Stamina” by Royal Astronomers. Frequent energy pulses in the region have been playing havoc with the ship’s systems but my personal vigilance have kept everything running within expected performance levels.

It is unclear where the energy storms are coming from as there has been no discernible pattern. The storms themselves vary greatly in intensity as well as energy types. I have logged thirty-two different energy types including four of an unknown type. The chaotic nature of the storms probably explains why the nearby Zatty race never expanded into this region.

I will be monitoring the storms around the clock in order to gain as much data as possible. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: There is no need to mention that Chairbot will be the one monitoring the storms. The Royal Navy doesn’t need to know who is actually doing the work as long as I get the credit.

Vaquel Di dreamed of a soaking in a hot bath. The water was a dark blue and obscured her brown body. Her heavy breasts floated in the water. She stretched out her legs and tried to reach the bottom of the tub but her toes only touched water. A warm current moved between her legs and caressed her round ass.

The space explorer wondered where she was. The walls surrounding the tub were a dark shade of blue that matched the blue of the water. There were designs in the walls but they changed whenever Vaquel tried to stare at them. Up above was a bright light, casting down blue rays.

There was humming in the air. No, it was more of a crackling sound. It was static.

Vaquel didn’t like this. Everything was tranquil. This was a place to soak and relax.

It felt like a trap.

She swam towards one of the walls. It was too smooth to climb out. She dived down into the water. It was dark but the kept swimming. If she could find the bottom, she might be able to find a hatch or a grate.

Vaquel kept moving downward. She wasn’t sure how far she had dived but oddly, her lungs weren’t burning. Either she had greater breathing capacity than she knew, of something was very wrong.

She parted her lips. No water came into her mouth.

What was going on? Vaquel opened her mouth and tried to swallow the water. Nothing passed her lips.

Vaquel kicked back towards the surface. She broke through the water in seconds. That made no sense, she had been heading downwards forever.

Something weird was happening. Was she in a simulated environment? Was she dreaming?

Vaquel thought about it. Like all Euphorians, she thought better while turned on. She reached between her legs and began to stroke.

A tremor ran through her body. Vaquel smiled. At least that was normal. She stroked herself in a slow circular manner as her legs lazily kicked in the water.

Another tremor ran through her. The walls shimmered. The light above flickered. The water seemed to boil.

Vaquel stroked faster. She didn’t understand what is going on but somehow her arousal was disrupting the place.

The walls faded away. The feeling of being in water vanished. Only the light above remained and it was flickering faster.

She plunged her fingers into her sex. A shudder ran through her body.

Vaquel awoke with a start. She was back in her spaceship. The cold metal of the floor supported her bare feet. She felt the flow of the air circulator on her naked body. For some reason, she was standing in front of her power control panel.

She tried to turn around but her body wouldn’t move. Her arm lifted on its own accord and pressed a button. She watched as her head moved on its own volition to look up at the display panel. Vaquel tried to shift her eyes but she couldn’t even do that.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore silently. Her mouth refused to obey her desire to curse. She was trapped within her own body!

Vaquel’s body moved. It walked down the corridor that made up the spine of her ship. The view lurched as whatever controlled Vaquel’s body wasn’t used to walking on two legs.

Chairbot sat in the middle of the corridor. Blue sparks popped from his chassis. The seat was uncharacteristically limp, which only happened when the robot suffered a full shutdown.

A feeling of rage boiled within Vaquel. It wasn’t out of concern for the loyal robot. No, it was anger that someone might have killed the best sextoy she had on the ship.

Her body stumbled. A hand reached out towards a wall for support but the fingers were clenched in a fist. The body came to a stop and a blue haze came over Vaquel’s eyes. The fist slowly uncurled and the body resumed walking.

Vaquel thought about what she had observed. The fist was her doing. She wasn’t as helpless as she thought. Strong emotion could disrupt whatever was controlling her.

She tried to get angry again. Vaquel raged at the idea of someone hijacking her ship. She fumed at the idea of someone hijacking her body. Anger flared at the unknown force that was interrupting her mission. When she thought of the Queen’s disapproval at Vaquel for losing her ship, a white-hot fury engulfed Vaquel’s mind.

The body shook. Hands curled into fists. The body slumped against a wall and slid down to the floor. Legs kicked with rage.

A blue aura surrounded her body. The legs stopped kicking and her fists unclenched. The blue intensified, flaring brightly around her brown body.

Vaquel raged silently within her body. The anger peaked and then began to fade. She was furious but the level of anger it took to overcome the blue was just too much to maintain for any length of time.

The body stood back up. It walked over to the food dispenser. The hand pressed buttons to scroll through the options while the eyes observed the various forms that algae can take. For some unknown reasons, the fingers selected the algae meat nuggets with sweet spice dipping algae sauce.

As the dispenser hummed and prepared the meal, Vaquel speculated on her situation. Something had possessed her but it seemed content to just explore her ship. The way it kept looking at her ship reminded her of herself when she was somewhere new. Could the thing possessing her be another explorer?

It didn’t matter what its motives were, Vaquel wanted control of her body back. Strong emotion seemed to disrupt the entity’s control but anger was too hard to maintain. She needed another emotion to use, something that she could keep at an intense level for a sustained amount of time.

Sadness? No. She was too annoyed to be sad.

Pride? Maybe. She was pretty vain and this entity was wasting her hot body by not doing anything with it.

Happiness? Impossible. There was no way she could be happy in this situation.

The food dispenser beeped and out came a tray. On the tray were nine green nuggets of meat and a green dipping sauce.

The body poked the nuggets. The finger recoiled from the heat of the nugget. It touched the sauce and liked it better. It swirled the finger in the sauce and examined the sticky thickness.

Did this entity understand food? It was content to keep poking the sauce and watching it drip from her fingers. It wasn’t even trying to taste it.

Vaquel sighed internally. Watching the finger push and swirl inside the sauce reminded her of touching herself back in the blue pool.

Wait, what was that pool? Was it some sort of holding area for her conscious? That made sense. And how did she escape it? She had used sex.

Of course! If Vaquel could control her hand, she would have slapped her forehead. It was weird that Vaquel hadn’t of thought of using arousal sooner. Maybe being detached from her body had inhibited her natural sex drive.

Vaquel focused on the finger playing with the dipping sauce. Instead of the cup of green sauce, Vaquel imagined her fingers dipping into her own wet sex. She pictured her fingers pushing past the pink bush of pubic hair and into her brown folds. Her fingers would slip deep inside as the muscles of her sex would clench tightly around them. Instead of the green sauce coating her fingers, it would be the stickiness of her pussy juices.

The hand spasmed and knocked the sauce cup from the tray. The vision wobbled as the body shook. A hand went out and grabbed the machine for support. The blue around Vaquel’s brown body intensified.

Vaquel thought dirtier thoughts. Why settle for fingers when she could imagine a cock? She pictured a thick red cock plunging deep inside her. The massive member would fill her tight sex and stretch her to her limits. Her body would shake from the force of the thrusts, causing her large brown tits to jiggle. She would wrap her legs around the pelvis of the alien fucking her and hold on for dear life.

The body collapsed. From her possessed eyes, Vaquel watched the wall zoom away and then focus on the ceiling above. She winced at the sudden stop and was then grateful she couldn’t feel the back of her head collide with the floor.

The blue grew brighter. A shaking hand rose up and slowly began to calm itself. The entity was fighting hard.

Vaquel had more fantasies to think of. She pictured a wet pussy dropping on her face. Sticky juices would run down her face. Vaquel imagined each lap of her tongue as she licked the imaginary sex. Her lips would be bruised from the weight crushing down but it wouldn’t stop Vaquel from licking.

The shaking increased. The hand clenched and unclenched rapidly. The battle for Vaquel’s body continued.

Vaquel thought about her tits. She thought about what it felt like when aliens grabbed her breasts. Every species loved breasts, and every species loved to maul, grope and fondle her plentiful mounds. She thought about strange fingers pinching her nipples while nimble tentacles squeeze her breasts. A dozen different alien grips played through her mind and she thought about how each one turned her on.

The blue grew so bright that it overwhelmed everything else. Vaquel wanted to close her eyes to the blue but of course she couldn’t. Her only defense was to keep thinking filthy thoughts.

She thought about the taste of alien seed filling her mouth and dripping down her chin.

She imagined a rough creature fucking her from behind; its thrusting member spearing deep inside her.

She fantasized about a dozen mouths sucking and licking her clitoris.

She pictured herself, suspended in sentient ooze as it filled and fucked every hole that she had.

The blue glow subsided. Vaquel felt a numb tingling sensation in her right hand. Excited, she clenched her fist and felt control of her arm return to her.

There was a loud crackling sound. The tingling in her hand increased. The entity was trying to take back control.

Vaquel knew what to do. She grabbed her breast. Her sticky fingers sunk into her soft flesh and she squeezed. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have any sensation in her breast because her hand could feel her tit. It was like squeezing someone else’s breast.

That was all she needed. Her fingers danced over her soft nipple. She smeared the dipping sauce over her nipple. She pinched herself and she felt a slight flicker of pain. Pulling on the nipple made the pain grow stronger. Vaquel pulled and pulled until she slowly felt sensation return to her breast.

The crackling sound grew softer. There was another sound now. Vaquel strained to hear what it was.

It was a moan.

What did that mean? Was her body subconsciously reacting to her attention? Or was the blue entity enjoying what Vaquel was doing?
Vaquel watched her other hand rise up. It came down on her left breast. She tried to see what the hand was doing but her head refused to move.

There was a tingling sensation on her left breast. She felt fingers pinching the side of her tit. It was her own hand, but being unable to control the hand, it might as well as belong to a stranger.

“You like that?” Vaquel thought. The fingers kept pinching. They tugged and pulled on her flesh. The more the fingers pinched, the more of her breast that Vaquel could feel.

Fuck, even weird possessing entities love tits. It really was a universal constant.

It was time to show the entity what else hands could do. Vaquel scraped her fingernails across her stomach. Slowly she dragged her nails over her skin. This usually sent shivers down Vaquel’s spine but this time she felt nothing.

The entity felt it. There was another moan. The head rolled back and froth and Vaquel, looking out her own eyes, became a little dizzy.

Vaquel moved her hand past her hips and onto her bush of pubic hair. Her fingers parted her sex lips and slid between them. Up and down she rubbed, careful not to penetrate herself.

A shudder ran through her body. Vaquel’s legs parted and she felt them move. Her hips lifted and Vaquel felt the pressure shift to the back of her shoulders.

This was progress. She still only had control of her hand but at least she was feeling other parts of her body.

The left hand moved again. It dragged fingernails across her skin and this time Vaquel felt every grazing touch. The hand moved up her chest, to her throat, to her chin and over her lips.

Vaquel’s lips tingled. It was almost painful but that was okay; the pain turned her on. She focused on the sensations on her lips and willed them to move.

There was a shudder and then her lips opened. The fingers almost recoiled but Vaquel opened her mouth wide. The fingers pushed cautiously inside. Vaquel closed her mouth around the fingers and sucked.

The blue shimmered around Vaquel. She regained control of her tongue and started to lick her fingers. It was weird not being able to feel her hand but once again it created the sensation of touching a stranger.

Vaquel didn’t forget about the hand she did control. She pushed her fingers inside her. Wet heat gripped her fingers. Powerful muscles that Vaquel didn’t control contracted around her fingers.

A moan came from Vaquel’s throat. There was a shift and her hips bucked. Her pussy grinded on her hand in fits and starts, as if unsure how to properly fuck.

Vaquel could work with that. She stroked the sex that was technically hers but for now belonged to another entity. Her fingers slid in and out with practiced ease. She took care to rub that tiny button of pleasure that was her clit. As the pussy muscles contracted tightly around her hand, Vaquel plunged harder and harder.

The fingers in her mouth copied her motion. The hand fucked her face and Vaquel groaned from the force of the thrusts. The fingers plunged deep into her throat while Vaquel sucked as hard as she could.

The blue light flickered around Vaquel’s body. She felt her heels digging into the hard floor of the spaceship. Sweat ran down her back and she felt every drop. Her butt cheeks clenched and Vaquel felt the cold of the floor.

Vaquel stroked faster. She added a twist to her wrist that always put her over the edge. Her fingers began to randomly pinch her from the inside to add that final touch of pain.

The hand in her mouth began to quiver. It shook as Vaquel licked hard with her tongue. Her cheeks puckered as she sucked as hard as she could.

The blue around her body changed hues. As Vaquel furiously stroked and licked, the blue darkened to a deeper shade. The glow grew brighter until Vaquel’s eyes instinctively closed. That was when Vaquel knew she could actually control her eyes again.

Vaquel’s pussy muscles clenched painfully hard around her hand. A moment later, the walls of her pussy quivered. Her thighs closed shut and a scream came from her finger-jammed mouth.

The dark blue glow flashed and then was gone.

Vaquel gasped as a tingling sensation came over her body. She pulled her hands out of her mouth and pussy and sat up. The tingling sensation faded away and she regained control of her body.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel groaned. Her throat was dry. She reached between her legs and winced. It was very sensitive down there, as if she had climaxed.

A snort came from Vaquel’s lips. She had climaxed, she was sure of it. She just hadn’t been in control of her body enough to feel it. The greedy blue entity that controlled her had received the orgasm that Vaquel had worked so hard for.

There was a beeping sound behind Vaquel. She turned to see Chairbot’s seat turn rigid again and the sensor lights come on.

“Mistress!” Chairbot squeaked. “I was invaded by an unknown energy matrix! My core systems shut down in a defensive measure! Are you alright? Is your wonderful ass damaged? Does your round fit bottom require assistance?

“No, no, no and shut up,” Vaquel said. She went to the sensor station and ran a full scan. Her fingers were sticky with dipping sauce and pussy juice. As the scan ran, she sucked on the fingers.

“Mmm, sweet, spicy and tangy,” Vaquel said. She wondered if she could program the algae fabricator to duplicate the flavor.

The sensor station finished the scans. There were nine unknown energy signatures in the area. Four of them possessed a blue quality. All of the energy signatures were moving in unpredictable ways across space.

Could these energy signatures be a new form of life? Whatever had possessed her was sentient but clearly unfamiliar with organic life. It was also virginal in its knowledge of pleasure. Maybe the blue energy was conducting its own research and her body was its unknown territory.

Curious, Vaquel scanned the path ahead and searched for similar energy signatures. The display panel lit up with multiple matches. Were they all connected to the entity that possessed her or were they all individual beings with their own curiosity about her tits and pussy?

Vaquel debated directing the ship through the thickest mass of them. It might be fun to be possessed by stranger after stranger. Now that she knew how to break their control, she could teach the joys of sex to one incorporeal being after another.

The thought was tempting but the appeal quickly faded. As fun as her encounter was, she didn’t even get an orgasm out of it.

“Fuck those blue lights,” Vaquel said out loud. “Let them get their own climaxes.” She programmed a course that avoided all of the energy signatures.

“What was that, Mistress?” Chairbot said. He was lurking behind her, as if hoping he could trick her into sitting on him.

“Shut up,” Vaquel said again. She sat down on the robot chair and the seat conformed to her contours. “Make me come in ten minutes or I’ll blast you into space.”

Vibrator motors roared to life from inside the seat. Vaquel cried out with pleasure and leaned back in the chair. A ridge rose within the seat and pressed against her sex.

The little robot completed his mission with time to spare.

Dec 082017
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Queen Won’t Back Down Even if You Stand Her at the Gates of Hell,” by Royal Astronomers. This is a small system with two gas giants and their twelve moons. Valuable gases and minerals are in low supply here. It is on the edge of Zatty space but the lack of resources doesn’t even warrant a government outpost.

What I did find was a high amount of illicit traffic. A large number of space ships are converging around the second gas giant. A warship from the now fallen Carefully Managed Democracy is providing protection while the owners of the ships meet in a temporary shelter on the third moon.

I was able to convince a patrol that I was not a member of the new Strictly Rationed Liberty Federation by providing oral sex to all sex members of the patrol team. After my face was splattered with Zatty seed, the patrol explained to me that this was a meeting of refugees from the Carefully Managed Democracy. They have come to swap information and trade goods before embarking on their self-imposed exiles until they feel confident to return to in order to support the next rebellion.

For the Glory of Queen Erishella, I will visit this den of disloyal iniquity and pretend to have things to trade. This will let me see how the refugees act firsthand and will inform the Royal Navy on what to expect when they inevitably conquer the Zatty. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I have a ton of souvenirs from visiting all of those war memorials lately. I really don’t know what got into me. Once I had a few, I couldn’t stop collecting photos, plates, coins and those little Zaz figures. Now that I have a supply crate full of this crap, I am not sure what I saw in them in the first place.

Vaquel Di looked around the temporary shelter. It was a true hive of villainy and rebellious scum. Zatty men and women from all walks of life were here. There was a former Zatty war officer, heavily wounded and now more machine than man with his bionic replacements. There was a Zatty women who used to be some sort of judge, now reduced to haggling with a known smuggler for food supplies.

The mood in the air was sour. These people were the defeated. They once commanded armies of soldiers or bureaucrats and were now incapable of controlling what would happen tomorrow. The presence of their powerless colleagues didn’t illicit comradery as much as a reminder of their own defeats.

Vaquel, however, was in a great mood. She had sold half of her souvenirs in exchange for pornography, some ancient wine and a small pillow for her neck. There was a huge demand for her goods, which wasn’t that surprising once she thought about it. Refugees who were expecting to spend years in exile wanted to have cheap little shit that reminded them of home.

A potential customer came to the makeshift table that she was renting. He was a tall Zatty male wearing the helmet of a planetary security officer. A scorch mark covered half of his shirt. His right arm was covered in medical gel and hung useless from his side. He studied the souvenirs she had for sale and then pointed at one.

“How much for the “Battle of Luxaz Station” cup?” he asked. The helmet hid his eyes but his mouth was curled into a perpetual frown.

“What do you offer?” Vaquel asked.

“How about sixty credits?” the officer said.

Vaquel pointed to her right breast. There, attached to the bright pink spacesuit that covered her massive mounds, was a small sign that read, “Barter only, no money!”

“People usually notice that first off,” Vaquel said.

The security officer grunted. “I’ll give you ten units of rations.”

“No thank you,” Vaquel said.

“What about fifty kilograms of fuel?” he offered.

“Don’t need it,” Vaquel said.

“Thirty bottles of high grade alcohol?”

Vaquel thought about it. “Sorry, but my ship is nearing the weight limit for optimal travel. I’ll have to pass.”

The security officer glared at her. It was an impressive trick considering that his helmet was obscuring his eyes and half his face. He must have intimidated a lot of criminals before his government was conquered.

“What do you want?” the officer yelled. “Just say it and quit fucking around with my time!”

Conversation came to a halt inside the small shelter. Sellers and customers alike turned to look towards Vaquel and the security officer.

Vaquel basked in the attention. She had made sure to select a table where the dim overhead light highlighted her tight pink spacesuit. The suit matched the color of her short pink hair as well as the lipstick across her full lips. She looked great, and considering that her current course took her into unknown space, it might be awhile before there are sentient beings who will admire her curves and pretty face again.

With that in mind, Vaquel realized what she wanted from the tall, glaring security officer.

“Lick my pussy and you can have it,” Vaquel said.

“Like your what?” the guard snapped. There was a confused muttering from the onlookers.

“Give me a sec,” Vaquel said as she struggled to remember the varied slang that the Zatty used. “Lick my fuck station, my slut hole, my pound target.” Vaquel pointed at her crotch for extra emphasis.

A ripple of laughter went through the crowd. The security officer sneered. “Right here? Are you mad, alien?”

“No, just horny,” Vaquel said. “And why not? This is neutral ground, right? Unless you rather come back to my ship where I might have anything that might incapacitate you and then I can sell your ass to your enemies?”

“This is ridiculous,” the officer said. He began to turn around.

“I’ll toss in the matching “Battle of Luxaz Station” plate as well,” Vaquel said.

The security officer froze. His left hand clenched and unclenched but he wasn’t walking away.

“I don’t where you plan to go and how long you plan to be away,” Vaquel said, “But are you really going to turn down a chance for a matching plate and cup that commemorate one of the Carefully Managed Democracy’s greatest victories?”

The security officer sighed. His clenched fist relaxed and he turned around. “The helmet stays on,” he grunted.

“Shit, I insist,” Vaquel said.

She hopped onto the table as the everyone looked on in disbelief. She pressed a button on her belt and an opening appeared in her spacesuit over her pelvis. The suit opened to reveal a thick pink bush of pubic hair that covered her sex.

Vaquel squatted down and sat on the table. She spread her legs wide and motioned to the officer with her fingers. “Make your payment,” she said.

The security officer went down to one knee in front of her. The mirror visor over his eyes reflected her wet pussy. He bent down to her sex, hesitated and then finally went all the way down.

Hot breath blew onto Vaquel’s sex. A thick alien tongue pushed inside her. Rough lips pressed against Vaquel’s soft nether lips as the security officer began to lick.

“Oh, yes!” Vaquel cried out. The officer licked her quickly; his tongue lashing at her with amazing speed. He pressed down hard against her sex, perhaps physically dominating her tender pussy like he would any criminal he encountered.

One by one, conversations resumed all through the small interior. There were deals to be made and bounty hunters to avoid. The humiliation of a security officer by an alien wasn’t even the most debasing thing most of them had seen lately.

Not everyone went back to trading. Some watched. Vaquel noticed the short Zatty woman who’s hand kept drifting to between her legs before she stopped herself. Two young Zatty males wearing rich clothes whispered to each other as they watched. A male soldier missing an eye was using his good eye to watch every bob of the security officer’s head between Vaquel’s out-stretched legs.

The security officer paused. “Is that enough for our trade?”

Vaquel pushed down on his head. “It’s enough when I say it is enough!”

The security officer moaned into her sex. Vaquel smiled. She bet that no one talked to him like that before the government fell.

He licked faster. His tongue pushed deep inside of her with every lick. He chewed with his lips, munching and slobbering on her hot sex.

Vaquel shuddered. He was good. It wasn’t going to take long at all. She put one hand on the back of his hard helmet and pushed him down onto her sex.

The short Zatty woman came closer. She pretended to glance at Vaquel’s souvenirs but she kept stealing glances at Vaquel’s face. A smile spread across her face with a hint of tongue.

Vaquel’s pelvis flexed as she humped the officer’s tongue. She watched the Zatty woman’s smile grow bigger as Vaquel began to moan.

The security officer licked harder. His tongue rapidly jabbed at Vaquel’s wet sex.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she climaxed. She pressed her sex to the licking officer’s face as her orgasm spread through her body. The officer kept licking.

“Enough,” Vaquel said and she let him go. The security officer rose to his feet, gasping. “That is a fair trade, now go.”

What little of the security officer’s red face that Vaquel could see reddened even further with shame. He almost turned away before remembering his cup and plate. Grabbing them quickly, he carried them low to cover the enormous erection in his pants.

Vaquel laughed as the officer walked away and turned her attention to the Zatty female. She stayed on the table with her legs spread and her sex still exposed.

“Any piece you like, for the same price,” Vaquel said.

“He received two pieces,” the woman said.

“Queen’s tit, you got me,” Vaquel said. “Any two pieces for the same price he paid.”

The woman nodded. “It is a fair price.” She bent over the table and looked down at Vaquel’s sex. “And your tiny meat socket has a strange appeal.”

Vaquel sighed. “I get that a lot. You Zatty are freaking giants.”

The woman giggled and dipped her head down to Vaquel’s sex. Soft lips pressed gently against Vaquel’s sensitive area. A gentle tongue pushed inside her and began to swirl slowly inside her.

Vaquel gasped. She was so sensitive that this gentle swirl was almost overwhelming. She grabbed a handful of the woman’s thick black hair and held on as the woman continued to lick.

The two Zatty men came closer. They pointed at Vaquel and argued about something. Both of them couldn’t take their eyes off of Vaquel.

They weren’t the only ones. The seller at the table to Vaquel’s left had turned his full attention to Vaquel and ignored the customer trying to talk to him. At Vaquel’s right, a woman customer there pointed to Vaquel and asked the merchant if he was willing to make a similar exchange for their goods.

The woman between Vaquel’s legs kept licking with the slow swirl of her tongue. Her discipline was amazing as her tongue never slowed down or speeded up. She kept her lips just barely touching Vaquel’s sex, which meant that when they did touch, it sent fresh shivers up Vaquel’s spine.

Vaquel pulled on the woman’s hair but the more powerful Zatty didn’t budge. Her lips continued to tease Vaquel’s pussy as her tongue worked its slow magic. Around and round the tongue swirled inside Vaquel’s hot sex.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. She let go of the woman’s head and braced herself on the table. It was tempting to lie back but she didn’t want to break her view of everyone watching her. She stayed on her elbows, half-sitting up as this beautiful alien licked her.

The Zatty woman reached up and placed her hand on Vaquel’s chest. Her massive hand sunk into the thin spacesuit material and squeezed the soft breast underneath. Wide fingers contracted tightly around her mound in contrast to the slow gentle licking happening between Vaquel’s thighs.

The pain in her breast pushed Vaquel over the edge. Tension gripped her pussy and then vanished with the coming of her orgasm. Pleasure rippled through Vaquel’s body.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out again. “Stop, stop, stop, enough!”

The Zatty woman rose from Vaquel’s sex. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her yellow eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I’ll have the “Death of Congress” coin and the Fighter Pilot Zaz figure,” she said.

Vaquel was still breathing hard. “Yeah, yeah. Take it.”

The woman had a smug smile as she picked up her souvenirs. Maybe she thought that she had gotten the better of the deal. Vaquel didn’t mind, that woman didn’t know how valuable her tongue was.

As soon as the woman had stepped away, one of the Zatty men in nice clothes nearly rushed Vaquel’s table.

“I want the framed image of the explosion of the Doomnaut!” he proclaimed. “But instead of my mouth, I offer you my whore-hammer!”

Vaquel frowned and then smiled as she translated his slang. “Let’s see it first.”

The Zatty reached into his clothes and pulled out his cock. It was standard size for a Zatty which is to say it was huge. The hard member pulsed as he held it in his hand. The tip was shiny with pre-come.

“That will do,” Vaquel said. “Now put it in my deposit slit.”

He eagerly stepped up to the table. Vaquel cried out as he grabbed both legs and brought them up against his chest. He pulled her to him and pressed his cock to her wet sex.

Vaquel cried out again as the thick head invaded her. He wasn’t the first Zatty cock that she had had so she was getting used to their immense size but they were still a beast to have inside her. She shuddered as the giant girth stretched and filled her.

“Enjoy that executive whore-hammer,” the Zatty male said. “Once the Strictly Rationed Liberty Federation raise taxes on hard-working innovators, there won’t be any more executive founders!”

“Shut up and fuck,” Vaquel said. “You’re paying me with cock, not your personal philosophy on why you suck.”

The Zatty snarled but he didn’t say anything. He held on tightly to her legs and fucked her harder. His whore-hammer slammed inside of her with short rapid thrusts.

That was fine with Vaquel. He could take out all of the aggression he wanted to on her pussy.

The seller to Vaquel’s right pulled down his pants. A woman wearing a military uniform dropped to her knees to suck him. The seller fucked her face while looking at Vaquel. He gave her a knowing nod.

Vaquel smiled back at him. She was glad to see that she was inspiring alternative methods of commerce. These Zatty might not be so hopeless after all.

The Zatty fucking Vaquel made a strange expression on his face and then his cock began to spasm inside her. A hot rush of seed filled her and the Zatty began to pull out.

“Fuck no,” Vaquel snapped. She grabbed the man by his expensive shirt. “You’re not done until I say you are done, executive ass!”

“But I finished!” the Zatty said.

“Do you want the framed image of the Doomnaut exploding or not?” Vaquel shot back.

The Zatty groaned and looked at the picture. Indecision warred across his face. He sighed and then his hips kept pumping. He winced as his sensitive cock grinded inside her.

“That’s right,” Vaquel said, still holding onto his shirt. “You got to make a full payment. Keep fucking until I tell you to stop!”

The Zatty bit his lip as he kept fucking Vaquel. His thrusts were slower and his face kept wincing from the overwhelming sensations. He began to pant.

Vaquel laughed. She tightened her pussy muscles around him. Her heels ground into him.

“You might have been someone important,” Vaquel said. “But now you’re fucking some alien at a secret station just to get a picture of what used to be home. So, fuck me good, loser. Fuck me like piece of shit you have become.”

The Zatty’s cock throbbed inside her. She felt him harden and she laughed. His face burned with shame and rage.

It was too delicious for Vaquel. She climaxed hard around the Zatty’s tender cock. She screamed her orgasm and her cry filled the small shelter.

Another scream answered her. It came from a woman but Vaquel wasn’t sure where. There was no dying the pleasure in the woman’s scream.

The former executive was still inside her. “Was that enough?” he gasped.

“Go,” she said. “Take your picture, too.”

The executive pulled out of her. She felt a void inside her when his large length left her. To her surprise, the executive’s friend stepped up with his cock already out.

“I want the Zaz figure of the Admiral,” he said.

“Payment in advance,” Vaquel said, spreading her legs wide.

The Zatty took his place. In went his cock and Vaquel welcomed his girth. His cock was shorter in length but a little thicker. It would do nicely.

“I won’t stop,” the Zatty said. He fucked her with a steady pace. “I promise to keep going until you are-“

“Shut the fuck up,” Vaquel said.

The Zatty smiled and his cock drove deeper inside her.

Someone lurked behind the Zatty. Vaquel looked past the male fucking her and saw the cyborg soldier she had spotted earlier. Behind him a Zatty woman polishing a phallic object of some sort. Standing behind her was an older looking Zatty male wearing the clothes of a pilot. A fucking line of fuckers was forming at her table!

There was a grunt to her left. A seller was getting her ass fingered by a soldier. She was bent over the stack of ammo pods that she was selling.

“Pick me up,” Vaquel told the Zatty fucking her. “Pick me up and fuck me.”

“Yes,” the Zatty said. He easily scooped her up from the table with his cock still inside her. His hands on her ass, he raised and lowered her on his giant cock.

Vaquel looked around the room from her new vantage point. The line to her table was getting longer but that wasn’t what held her interest. The other sellers were engaging in their own intimate barter situations. Mouths, cocks and slut-holes were being used in crude and direct ways. Crates were turned into furniture for fucking. Some of the people fucking weren’t even bothering to make trades.

The Zatty fucking her groaned. He stared down at her breasts that were bouncing within her spacesuit. He lifted and dropped her faster on his cock to make her tits jiggle more.

“Just like that,” Vaquel moaned. “Keep going and don’t stop. Make me come on your giant slut hammer.”

The Zatty nodded and did as he was told. His thick member drove deep up inside of her. The impact of thighs slamming into his crotch grew louder as he pummeled her sex.

Vaquel went over the edge of pleasure once more. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried. Her scream carried through the barter shelter and but was drowned out by the pleasure cries of others.

“Stop,” Vaquel gasped.

The Zatty paused. His cock throbbed inside her. “But I haven’t creamed my sausage,” he said.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Vaquel said. She pulled his cock out of her and lowered her legs. She was unsteady on her feet so she fell back onto the table. “Your cock is my payment. Your seed isn’t part of the trade. Take your souvenirs and go.”

The Zatty made a whining noise but he grabbed the figure that he wanted. He noticed the orgy around him and his mood brightened. Perhaps he could make another trade to relieve his needs.

Vaquel steadied herself on the table. The cyborg soldier came to the table. His face was unreadable behind a mask of metal. He took out his cock, which appeared to be entirely organic. She was a little disappointed in that.

“I want the Zaz figure of the diplomat robot, the cup from “The Siege of Justice Prison”, and the official scrap metal fragment from the Law Table.”

Vaquel looked at the cyborg’s organic but still sizable cock. His demands were not unreasonable for what he was sporting but she also looked at the line forming at her table.

“No, you get one item of your choice,” Vaquel said. “My inventory is running low and I want to make sure all of my customers get a chance to satisfy me.”

The cyborg looked down at her with his blank face. “Don’t you mean, you want all of your customers a chance to be satisfied?”

“I said what I meant,” Vaquel said as she spread her legs once more for commerce.

Nov 132017
 

American Horror Story is an idea that I like a lot. Every season is a brand new story and new characters. The story wraps up within the season giving you a beginning and end. They recycle a lot of their actors, giving the series the feel of a playhouse putting on new stories.

The execution of these stories can leave a lot to be desired. Even with just one season, the stories can go on too long. There is an obsession with torture and despair that drags the show out of entertainment and into just hard to watch. Some of the actors play the same damn type of character over and over again which ruins the potential freshness of a new story. Worse of all, many interesting ideas will be tossed out but never really followed up on and some arcs end too abruptly to be satisfying.  For these reasons, even though I sometimes still enjoy a season of AHS, I have never had a season that I could recommend.

That has changed with the sixth season, not available on Netflix. The season is called Roanoke and has a quite a few new gimmicks. One, the show is presented as something that is being aired on television. It is a reenactment show about two poor bastards who bought the wrong house in the North Carolina woods. We have two sets of actors for all of the characters. There are the “real” people discussing their experiences in a studio and then there is the actors playing them in the reenactment. The story unfolds and weird shit happens. There is a shit ton of ghosts, evil hillbillies and strange sightings.  In the fifth episode, the reenactment series wraps up. It is pretty much a self-contained story.

In the sixth episode, we begin a new season of the fake show. The first season was such a hit that the producers are bringing back the “real” people and their acting counterparts to spend a few days in the house as a reunion reality show with cameras. As you can imagine, terrible shit happens. The “show” is built from the footage recovered by the authorities.

This is a really neat development. None of the actors think this shit is real. The real people know it is real but they have their own reasons for coming back. When the monsters show up, they are far worse and scarier than what we have seen before because as the audience, we have only seen what has been reenacted.

The final episode of the season is made up of footage from three different shows, including a True Crime show, a live interview show and a Ghost Hunters-style show before spending the final act completely divorced from found footage and more like a normal show. If you love found footage stories like I do, this season of AHS is a true gift.

I’ve talked a lot about how the show is structured but that isn’t my favorite part. The best part about this show, without going into spoilers, is that the most important character is a black woman. The “show” vilifies her so they can have a villain and you the audience is left guessing whether she is as bad as she has been portrayed. It is a season long discussion about racism in ways I would never expect from AHS. It is also a discussion about how media creates villains out of people and who do they pick? The really dark black woman who is no angel. The last five episodes of Roanoke tackles these issues in interesting ways and I would rank this season almost as racially significant as the movie, Get Out.

The season isn’t perfect. There is still quite a bit of torture. You know if it graphic when they announce a discretion warning AFTER the scene where someone has his intestines pulled out. I feel the first five episodes could have been a bit more creative with their gimmick, but I accept it because the first five episodes are setting the table for the really excellent last five episodes.

So yeah, if you like horror and you like interesting black characters, you should really watch season six of American Horror Story: Roanoke.

Nov 082017
 

I have been thinking about the structure of erotic novels. Specifically, I have been thinking about the structure of an erotic novel I am in the middle of writing and how I wish I had more a blueprint for what I wanted to do with it.

There are a few models for regular novels that work well in porn. There is the three-act structure which I think works really well for romantic erotica. The first act is two potential lovers meeting, or maybe even fucking. The second act is all the reasons they can’t be together all the time, or maybe it is all the hot sex they have that must keep strictly sexual despite both wanting to take the next level. This ends with a breakup or separation and then the third act is how they get back together to fuck some more.

The other famous structure is the Hero’s Journey. Some young person gets recruited to do something. They resist, then they train, then they might resist some more, then they do a bunch of stuff and finally become a mature hero who takes care of the problem. It is such an iconic story that porn often imitates it without even consciously being aware of it because becoming hero is awfully similar to a sexual awakening. Character gets invited for hot sex, they have their doubts and are reluctant but through the teaching of their mentor, they get better and better until they achieve some loft sexual goal like being hot enough to attract the second hottest character in the book.

There is a third structure in porn novels that used to be more common but not as much in world today. It is the Picaresque model where some low class person has a series of loosely connected adventures that are designed to show how clever this low class person is. Any single encounter could almost exist on its own as a short story.

The erotic equivalent is a novel where the character doesn’t really grow into a super-sex person or finally fuck someone important. They also don’t really have a lofty goal in the distance that they must struggle against like in a three act structure. They simply are and the what they are is someone who fucks in a series of encounters meant to arouse.

I feel like there has to be other structures that I am not aware. To be honest, I never studied structure much and to my knowledge, have never seen anyone try to break it down for porn novels. I am curious if anyone is aware of other novel structures in porn.