Explorer’s Log: I am on my second day of exploring the fifth planet in the star system designated “Queen’s Judgment of Remakes” by Royal Astronomers. This is a heavily populated system and the location of at least twenty-three crucial battles between rebels and the governments they eventually overthrew. The Zatty have turned these battles into memorials and amusement parks.
I have visited four of these parks and they are comprehensive. They show off the hardware used, the tactics engaged and then names of great leaders on both sides. They also offer interesting refreshments, collectible clothing and thrilling rides to recreate the greatest moments of the battles.
There is a lot to learn about the military might and strategies of these people and I feel it is my duty to the Queen to visit these parks to gather as much information as possible for the Royal Navy’s inevitable conquest of this region. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: This has been a fun planet to explore. You don’t get to take mock river battle rides on uninhabited planets. I have seen a dozen shows, eaten far too many sweets and bought the most useless stuff. I needed a damn vacation.
Vaquel Di stared out from the command center of the starship, Persistence. She stood in front of the command chair where Admiral Buthos famously proclaimed that the government forces had flown into a trap. The lights on the ship were dim but her short pink hair stood out on her dark stern face. She had her hands on her wide hips and her back straight to thrust out her copious breasts from her skintight white spacesuit. Despite the grimness of the situation, her red full lips were almost smirking.
“Perfect!” a Zatty man called out. There was a flash of light.
Vaquel stepped away from the chair. The alien male gave her a small piece of plastic.
“Your picture will be processed shortly,” the man said. “You can pick it up at the Guest Services Desk.”
“Good,” Vaquel said. She was enjoying purchasing these images. The one where she choked the hologram of a rebel leader was her best one so far but this might be just as good.
She took another look at the bridge as she left the image stage. A large gaping hole revealed the landscape of the planet that Persistence had crashed into. Most of the lights were out and few of the monitors were still working but enough survived to create the illusion of a working ship if you stood in the right place.
“Amazing,” Vaquel said. Not many starships could survive crashing into a planet. It said something about the durability of Zatty warships that worried Vaquel. Oh well, that was the Royal Navy’s problem, not hers.
A crowd of Zatty were moving to the gun decks. Vaquel slipped in among them. The Zatty were a race of three meter tall red aliens comprised mostly of muscle. Vaquel was almost a child by comparison and she slipped into the crowd easily. She thread her way through the crowd, taking care to dodge into any available space.
In this manner, Vaquel was able to reach the gun deck ahead of most of the crowd. The sight of vast wreckage greeted her. The remains of a small fighter ship was wedged into the ruins of massive plasma cannons.
A plaque nearby read, “Here is where a brave pilot of the Carefully Considered Rebellion heroically crashed his ship to jam the main gun deck of the Persistence. Over three hundred gun technicians were killed in this amazing sacrifice.”
Vaquel frowned. Some jackass probably had his guidance system damaged and crashed into the gun deck. She wasn’t sure how a small fighter could even get that close without running into anti-fighter counter-measures. To her the real story was who fucked up to let a damaged fighter smash into their guns?
She shook her head. The entire planet were covered in plaques like these. No matter what government was overthrown, it was always the rebels who were awarded the glory. The most accidental turn of events were converted into massive acts of heroism.
It was an alien idea to Vaquel. On her home planet of Euphoria, the Royal Family had ruled for thousands of years with an iron fist that had lots of sharp spikes. Genetic engineering insured that a King or Queen existed for centuries. When one finally died, they went to the afterlife to continue their reign. It is under the guidance of their cruel but successful rulers that Euphoria has managed to ravish and plunder other worlds.
For Vaquel, a rebel was just an enemy of the current Queen, Erishella. A rebel was an enemy of all Euphorians for they jeopardize their prosperity.
“Excuse me.” A Zatty male made his presence known to Vaquel. She looked him over. His was tall, bald and wearing casual worker’s clothes. The way he carried himself however was like an experienced combatant. Was he some sort of security person?
“Speak quickly,” Vaquel said. “I want to get in line for the Structural Integrity Failure ride.”
“My name is Furgh,” the male said. “This is Panna.”
A Zatty female stepped from behind a gun control station. Vaquel jumped as she hadn’t noticed the woman before. She was dressed in the same plain worker’s clothes but Vaquel wasn’t fooled. Anyone that could sneak up on her had stealth training.
“Great, you two know your names,” Vaquel said. “Get on with it.”
“You are an offworlder,” Furgh said. “And you have a Visitor’s Pass allowing you free travel throughout the Carefully Controlled Democracy?”
“Yes,” Vaquel said slowly. Shit! The authorities must have figured out how she obtained the pass! She knew she should have killed that jackass bureaucrat while she had him naked and tied up!”
“Good,” Furgh said. “My associates would like you to transport a small robot for us to a neighboring star system. We are willing to pay.”
“Oh, smuggling,” Vaquel said. She began to relax. “I don’t do that and I don’t need the money. Get lost.”
The Zatty woman growled. She stepped closer to Vaquel and towered over the dark space explorer. The Zatty’s giant breasts hung over Vaquel like two moons.
“The lives of millions are at stake,” Panna said.
Furgh laid a hand on Penna’s shoulder and pulled her gently back. “What my associate is trying to say is that we are not mere smugglers but are in fact part of a secret group that is trying to prevent the tyranny of the current government from committing an unspeakable evil.”
Vaquel frowned. “Oh, rebels.”
Furgh and Penna stiffened. They glanced to see if anyone heard. A crowd of Zatty nearby were taking pictures of the gun deck wreck.
“Look,” Furgh said. “You seem an intelligent and compassionate being, why did you snort?”
“Sorry, allergies,” Vaquel lied. “Please continue.”
“The Carefully Managed Democracy is working on a new super weapon that eradicate the atmosphere of a planet.”
“Oh, a Class Four Planet-Killer,” Vaquel said. “I didn’t think you guys were that advanced. Congratulations.”
Now it was Furgh’s turn to frown. Penna looked distinctly uncomfortable. Furgh continued with his speech. “If they finish this weapon, it would be a formidable deterrent against rebellious planets. We have stolen the plans of the super-weapon and want to reverse engineer a defense. You can take the robot carrying these plans to a contact who will get it to our best scientists.”
“Is the robot here?” Vaquel said.
“No,” Penna admitted. “For security reasons, the robot is in a safe place nearby. If you agree, then you will meet another contact outside this memorial who will take you to the robot.”
“Wow, you guys have really thought this out,” Vaquel said. “This is really important to your cause, huh?” Vaquel said.
“Very,” Penna said. Her hand went to a suspicious bulge in her pants.
“And if I turn it down, you will probably have to kill me just to keep me from telling anyone about it.”
Furgh nodded sadly. Penna’s nod was a bit more enthusiastic.
“It would sadden us, but we are willing to take on this hardship for the good of the rebellion,” Furgh said.
Before Vaquel could say anything, a klaxon began to blare. Holographic simulations of plasma cannons superimposed themselves on top of the wreckage. Outlines of gun technicians ran back and forth. Their faces were obscured so to minimize the chance of the audience sympathizing with them.
A loud speaker announced. “It was the Battle for Democracy! The Persistence was lobbying vast volleys into the poor rebel fleet.”
Vaquel made her decision. She leaned in close to Furgh and Penna so they could hear her. “All right, I’ll do it but only on one condition.”
“Anything,” Furgh said. “We have rich sponsors who could provide you with money or collectibles.”
Vaquel cut him off. “Nope, I want you two to do what I tell you until I am satisfied.”
“Do what?” Penna asked.
“For starters,” Vaquel said. “You can open up your shirt and expose those giant red breasts of yours.”
“Are you mad?” Penna asked. Her red face darkened to a deeper shade of red.
“Are you serious?” Furgh said.
“I am dead serious,” Vaquel said. “I will transport your robot and get the plans to your rebel friends and you can try to stop a planet killing weapon. But first, you two are going to do what I say.”
“Never!” Penna snarled.
“Wait!” Furgh added. He gripped Penna’s arm tightly. “She is our only hope at getting the robot off world. The authorities are monitoring all of our other prospects.”
He turned to Vaquel. “We can indulge your, uh, hedonistic needs. Let us retire to a hotel or Fornication Shelter to accommodate you.”
The klaxon buzzed again. The holographic technicians fell to the ground as the sound of an explosion echoed through the deck.
“The rebels launched their cunning trap! The Persistence was trapped on all sides!”
Vaquel grabbed both of the Zatty rebels by their belts. “Listen, I don’t want to go somewhere private. You rebels want to overthrow civilization and rewrite it? Well, that takes a lot of courage or idiocy. If you don’t have the diamond ovaries to strip in public, what kind of courage do you have?”
“This is ridiculous!” Penna said.
Furgh sighed. “Do it, Penna.”
“We swore an oath to do whatever it takes to save our rebel siblings,” Furgh says. “Indulge the pervert alien and show her your baby-feeders.”
Penna glared at Vaquel. Grabbing her shirt, she lifted it up over her breasts. A plastic bra covered her massive red breasts. Vaquel assumed the bra was some sort of armor.
“Take the bra off, no wait, Furgh, you take it off her,” Vaquel commanded.
Furgh looked to see if anyone was watching. The crowd of tourists were too busy watching the holographic gun crews firing the cannons. He swallowed and then stepped behind Penna. A moment later, her bra fell to the ground.
“Nice,” Vaquel said and they were. Penna’s breasts were bigger than Vaquel’s head. They had the imprint of the bra that she had been wearing. Her nipples wee a darker shade of red and Vaquel was tempted to bite them.
“Satisfied?” Penna snarled.
“Not even close,” Vaquel said. “Furgh, take out your cock.”
Furgh looked at her in stunned silence.
“You heard her,” Penna said. “We swore an oath, remember?”
Furgh winced as if physically hit and then he reached into his pants. He opened a slit and pulled his member out. It was flaccid but still large enough to choke Vaquel.
“That won’t do,” Vaquel said. “Penna, get him hard.”
Penna bit her lip in annoyance and grabbed Furgh by the cock. Her powerful hands squeezed tightly and Furgh cried out before remembering he was in public. Penna stroked his cock with short rapid thrusts.
The klaxon went off again. “Despite the brilliant trap planned by the rebels, the Persistence was almost able to break through but that is when a lone pilot decided on a heroic course of action!”
“Listen,” Vaquel said. “When they recreate the fighter crashing into the gun deck, that is when I want you, Penna, to drop to your knees and suck on Furgh.”
“You piece of star-shit,” Penna growled.
Furgh said nothing, although his cock was now a thick rod in Penna’s hand.
Another klaxon sounded. A frighteningly real hologram of a fighter crashed into the hologram of the gun deck. Multiple holograms of technicians died horrifically. Sound effects of explosions and screams filled the deck. The Zatty onlookers cheered.
Penna dropped to her knees with military precision. She took Furgh’s hard cock into her mouth. Furgh cried out and his hands went down to her head. Penna slapped his hands away.
“No, Penna!” Vaquel said. “Furgh, fuck the shit out of her face!”
Furgh puts his hands back on Penna’s bald head. His large hands held her in place as he rammed her mouth. He groaned his pleasure but you couldn’t hear it over the simulated screams of the dying.
“Harder,” Vaquel told him. “Fuck her face as hard as you can for the rebellion!”
Penna trembled as Furgh pounded her face. Spit flew from her lips as she gagged. The rebel put her hands behind her back so she wouldn’t try to stop him.
“Uh oh,” Vaquel said. “Some of the tourists see you. Don’t you dare stop! Keep fucking Penna’s face! Let them look.”
Furgh whimpered but he did as he was commanded. He shut his eyes as if he could hide his shame if he wasn’t looking at it.
Sentimental music started to play. The gun deck was filled with holographic fires as the plasma cannons and simulated technicians faded to nothing.
More and more Zatty noticed what Furgh and Penna was doing. They pointed. Some of them looked offended. Others were amused.
Vaquel was curious about their reactions. This was a special place that Furgh and Penna were disrespecting. Would the Zatty get angry? Would they react violently?
The crowd seemed to collectively shrug. As a group, they began to move on to the next exhibit.
Vaquel shook her head. Maybe the crowd thought this sex act was another form of rebellion and respected it as such.
Furgh was slowing down. Vaquel’s annoyance with the crowd shifted to the lack of endurance of the rebel.
“Penna stand up and pull down your pants,” Vaquel said.
Penna shoved Furgh away and stood up. She rubbed her bruised lips and faced Vaquel. “The guards will be here any moment. This was surely reported!”
“Well then you better get your pants down in a hurry!” Vaquel snapped. “If Furch is not cock deep in your sluthole by the time the guards get here, then the deal is off!”
Penna glared at vaquel but then she pulled down her pants in furry. She was naked under her pants but she reached into her sex and pulled out a small knife.
“Damn,” Vaquel said. “Respect.”
“We don’t have time for this,” Furgh said. He grabbed Penna and pushed her up against a rail overseeing the gun deck below. Kicking her legs apart, he pushed his cock inside her.
“Bastard!” Penna snarled.
“There!” Furgh said. “I am inside Penna! Now do you agree to help us?”
Vaquel stood next to the rail. She reached over and grabbed a handful of Penna’s plump breast. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh.
“Keep fucking her, and I will tell you when,” Vaquel said.
“Shitfucker!” Penna yelled and then she cried out as Furgh began to fuck her.
The rebel male must have found new inspiration because his endurance problem was over. Furgh slammed Penna hard from behind. His cock was a piston driving inside her.
Vaquel let go of Penna’s breast and reached between her own legs. A tap on her belt and pink pubic hair emerged from her a hole in her suit. Vaquel slipped a few fingers into her wet sex.
The first of the next crowd arrived. At first they were amazed by the sight of the crashed fighter and the vast wreckage of the guns but they soon noticed the Zatty male fucking the Zatty female bent over the rail. They also couldn’t help notice the short alien woman rubbing herself furiously.
Vaquel stopped masturbating long enough to wave at the crowd. They were confused by her openness. She slipped her slick fingers back inside her.
“What kind of a deviant are you?” Penna said.
“Grab her head,” Vaquel commanded. “Pull her head back and fuck her harder.”
Furgh raised his arm but then he hesitated.
“You heard me,” Vaquel said. “Rebels are willing to destroy society for change, are you not willing to humiliate yourself for the same cause?”
Fugh sighed and then he his large hand grabbed Penna’s bald head. He pulled back and Penna cried out. Her back arched under the stress.
“Now move those hips,” Vaquel commanded.
Furgh fucked Penna faster. Her buttocks quaked under the force of his thrust.
“There you go,” Vaquel said. She leaned over and bit Penna’s bouncing breast. Her teeth caught the hard red nipple and bit down hard.
“Shitfucker!” Penna cried again.
“More people are coming,” Furgh said. “They look upset!”
Vaquel let Penna’s nipple escape her mouth. She rubbed furiously at her own sex. “Then hurry up, asshole. You don’t get to stop fucking until you come on Penna.”
“What?” Penna yelled.
Vaquel ignored her. She fucked herself harder. Her hand moved in sync with Furgh’s thrusting pelvis.
A Zatty in a blue uniform emerged from the tourists. He looked like some sort of guard. The barge baton in his hand looked like it would hurt.
“Oops, you might be out of time,” Vaquel said. “I guess I won’t be taking your stupid little robot anyway.”
“No fucking way,” Penna said. She pushed Furgh out of her pussy and spun around. Quick as a laser, she grabbed Furgh’s slick cock and pumped it. Massive muscles bulged on her arm as she stroked her rebel partner.
“What is going on?” the Zatty security guard said.
Vaquel shrugged. “I have no idea, officer! I am an alien and a stranger to your world! These two told me I had to watch their sex act and masturbate or I could go to jail. Were they wrong?”
“Now wait a min-“ Furgh started to say. He shut his mouth as he realized that if Vaquel was arrested, then she couldn’t smuggle their robot. The alien sadist was sacrificing them!
Penna was still stroking Furgh’s cock. The guard pointed at Furgh’s crotch and said, “Hey, stop that right now!”
“Come, Furgh,” Penna growled. “For the rebellion!”
Vaquel was still masturbating. No one told her to stop yet.
“For . . .the . . .rebellion!” Furgh cried and a jet of seed shot from his cock. It splattered against Penna’s leg.
“Get it on your face, Penna!” Vaquel yelled.
Penna rushed into action. She knelt before Furgh, still jacking his member. The second stream struck her shoulder but the third, fourth and fifth load splashed her face.
Furgh looked at Vaquel. “The codeword is ‘refreshing’! Don’t forget it!”
“This is unacceptable!” the security guard said. He pointed his baton at the two rebels and fired a white bolt.
The bolt struck Furgh. He cried out and convulsed. Penna cried out as the convulsions reached her and spread through her body. More of his seed emptied onto her twitching face until they both collapsed to the ground.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out as she came. The sight of the two rebels going through their convulsions sent her over the edge. Her pussy clenched tightly as pleasure spread through her body.
“You stop that too!” the guard said to Vaquel.
“Sorry, officer!” Vaquel said. She pulled her fingers out of her sex and the spacesuit hole closed over her pussy. “I am new to all of your customs and was easily fooled by these two. Did they say something about a rebellion?”
“Yes,” the security guard said. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of them. You enjoy the rest of the memorial!”
“I sure will!” Vaquel said. She paused to wipe her wet fingers on Penna’s bare ass before leaving.
Vaquel began her journey to the exit. She wondered where she would meet the rebel contact for the robot transfer. What kind of a rebellion uses a codeword like refreshing? Was she really going to go through and smuggle this robot to help rebels? It seemed unlikely but maybe she could use the robot to blackmail the rebellion when she gets to the next planet. It was fun to humiliate two rebels in public, what would it be like to dominate an entire group of rebels?
“First things, first,” Vaquel said to herself. “I still need to pick up my pictures from Guest Services.”
The rebellion would have to wait for souvenir pickups.