Explorer’s log: I have reached the star system designated “So Much Hate for Who the Queen Fucks,” by Royal Astronomers. There are no planets here. There is an asteroid field which might have been a planet in the distant past, but it is just rocky debris now. It is rare for the Royal Astronomers to make a mistake and send an explorer to an empty star system. I am annoyed that I made this journey for nothing, but I take comfort in knowing that the Astronomers will be punished in creative ways once this transmission gets back to them.
For the past few weeks, I had detected six other ships traveling towards this system, but their energy signatures disappeared once they reached this location. Could there be a secret planetoid or station that they stopped at? It seems unlikely, but I will take the day and search the area. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Log, Addition: Queen’s tit, I just encountered the largest living creature I have ever seen in space! It is a monstrous snake the size and length of eight Royal Navy Dreadnaughts, but it also has several engines embedded in its flesh. The mouth is big enough to swallow most of the ships I have seen lately. The damn thing flew right past me so it must not detect my ship. The symbol of the Prober Supreme is prominent on the beast’s forehead, so it us clearly another one of his creations.
Since I have discovered this horrible thing, I am naming it a Star Behemoth. It is not the most creative name, but when future travelers encounter it, they will know exactly what it is.
I picked up the signals of three of the ships I was tracking INSIDE the monster. The signals are strong and are standard distress messages. The ships must still be alive in there.
As for the other three ships, I have found feces in the wake of the Star Behemoth. It consists of melted debris and traces of Seed-Walker organic matter. That is not a good sign.
My theory is that this Star Behemoth is a Prober Supreme counter-measure for Seed-Walkers trying to escape his domain. The Star Behemoth doesn’t see me, which leads me to believe it is designed to track ship technologies originating from the Prober Supremes’ ships. It lurks on the edges of known territory and captures fleeing refugees. Rather than bring them back, the Star Behemoth consumes the ships and breaks them down for replacement parts and nutrition.
I should leave the area immediately for my safety, but I have my concerns. When Queen Erishella invades this system, the Star Behemoth might slow the Royal Navy down. What if this isn’t the only monster patrolling the Prober Supremes’ domain? I should linger and see if I can find a weakness. I happily endanger myself to speed the Queen’s conquests. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: That Star Behemoth has three ships inside it with crew desperate to escape. That is something I can entertain myself with.
Vaquel Di sat on Chairbot and checked the control panel again. From the waist up, she was the picture of explorer professionality. A skintight red spacesuit clung to her heavy breasts and arms, coming all the way up to her neck. Short pink hair crowned her head. There was a slight flush to her dark brown cheeks, but that could be explained away by the nearby presence of a terrible spaceship-eating terror.
Below her waist, and out of the view of any communication camera, was a different story. She was naked with her legs spread wide. There was a faint ripple along her brown ass where the vibrating motors of Chairbot were silently working. The pink pubic hair covering her sex were damp from frequent stroking.
“Remember, Chairbot, stay quiet while I talk to them,” Vaquel ordered.
The vibrations from Chairbot pulsed in acknowledgement.
Vaquel sat up straight and tried to look serious. “Hailing captive vessel with twenty life signs on board. Please respond.”
A handsome Seed-Walker appeared on the communication screen. He was a rich dark red with bright yellow hair. An ill-fitting grey tunic clung to his body. Both of his green eyes were wide with excitement.
“Unknown, unknown, unknown caller, this is the Skipping Stone! I am just the cook, let me summon my Bud-Father, I mean my Captain for you.”
“Negative, Cook,” Vaquel said. “Don’t tell anyone on your ship that you are talking to me. Stay on the line for rescue instructions.
The Cook looked confused but he stayed in his chair. Vaquel figured he was probably tasked with keeping an eye on things while everyone else worked on a solution out of the Star Behemoth. The young man looked nervous and in need of adult supervision.
Vaquel sent out another signal. “Hailing captive vessel with suspended animation pods. Please respond.”
A screen turned on to show two female Seed-Walkers sitting at a console together. The one on the right had light green skin and short purple hair. The one on the left was shorter with bright yellow skin and a glorious mane of blue hair. They wore thick clothes suited for cold environments. Perhaps they had to shut down life support?
“This, this, this, is Black Leaves at Sunset, responding to your call,” the green one said. “Are you trapped inside this monster as well?”
“I’ll explain in a moment,” Vaquel responded. She tried not to smile as she looked at the two women. Fuck, they were pretty! “I assume the rest of your crew is in stasis?”
“Correct, correct, correct,” the green one said. “We are the only ones awake. Can you help us?”
“Yes, but please standby, and don’t animate any more of your crew,” Vaquel said.
The green one nodded and pressed a button. No more sound came from their ship. The yellow one started talking and the green one frowned and responded. They seemed to be arguing.
Vaquel opened another channel. “Hailing captive vessel with three hundred and twenty life signs on board. Please respond.”
The third screen activated. It was a wide angle shot of a bridge. Three male Seed-Walkers of various shades of red worked different stations. In the center was a tall female Seed-Walker with brown skin the same shade as Vaquel. Her light blue hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. All of them wore clothes that Vaquel recognized as belonging to the military caste of the Prober Supremes’ forces.
“This, this, this is Captain Eschscholtzia of the Liberated Research,” the woman announced. “I see that you are not a Seed-Walker. We are refugees seeking political asylum from the Prober Supreme. We are currently trapped, but if you help us, we can provide you with vital information and-“
Vaquel waved her hand and cut her off. “No, no, no. I don’t need a sales pitch. Wait a moment, there, now all of us can see each other. Listen up, all of you are trapped inside what I am calling the Star Behemoth. Right now I have landed my ship on the base of the creature’s skull. I have hacked the monster’s systems and I believe I can free one of you before I am detected.”
“We, we, we have over three hundred Seed-Walkers on board,” Captain Eschscholtzia says. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck you!” the green Seed-Walker said. “We are a commune of artists! The creative potential of my crewmates outweighs a bunch of runaway soldiers!”
“Uh,” the Cook said. “I really want to go get my Captain to speak for us.”
“Everyone shut up!” Vaquel snapped. “I have already decided how I am going to pick a ship to survive. Each of you is going to entertain me in a sexual manner. Whomever arouses me the most, will have their ship freed from the belly of the Star Behemoth.”
The yellow Seed-Walker from the second ship laughed out loud. “I knew we shouldn’t trust this alien!”
The Captain of the third ship looks angry. “Are, are, are you serious? You want us to arouse you for our lives? What kind of sick deviant are you? What is your species?”
The Cook sighed and stood up. He opened his trousers to reveal a thick flaccid member. Taking his cock in both hands, he began to stroke.
“That one has the right idea,” Vaquel said. “I’m setting a timer. When it is done, I will tell you who won. So, get started!”
Vaquel lied about the timer. The only time limit was when she was finished climaxing.
Captain Eschscholtzia put her hand over her face and shook her head. “Can’t, can’t, can’t believe I am saying this, but we have no choice. Bridge, take off your clothes.”
Two of the Seed-Walkers jumped to their feet and went to work removing their uniforms. The third Seed-Walker approached his Captain. He looked at Vaquel with an accusing look in his eyes.
“Captain, Captain, Captain, surely there is another way?” he asked.
“Take, take, take your clothes off and that is an order!”
Before the Seed-Walker could respond, Captain Eschscholtzia unzipped her uniform. Dark brown breasts fell free of her restrictive clothing. She kept unzipping until her bare sex was revealed.
The reluctant Seed-Walker male reluctantly disrobed as well.
Vaquel turned her attention to the second ship. The women were arguing but they left their sound on this time.
“Push, push, push your chair back and I will eat for the deviant,” the green woman said.
“You can’t be serious!” the yellow one said. “We, we, we both have pair-bonds! What will they say?”
“They, they, they will know we did it for the good of the commune,” the green woman said.
The yellow one sighs. “For, for, for the good of the commune.” She pushed her seat back so that pelvis comes into view. Lifting her hips up, she pulls her pants down and slipped them off. When her naked ass came back down on the seat, she cried out.
“Fucking cold!” the yellow one yelled. She tucked her pants under her ass to protect herself. Shyly, she opened her legs to reveal a sex covered in blue hair.
The green one got between her friend’s legs. She smartly leaned to the side so that Vaquel could have a better view. The green woman inserted her finger into the thatch of blue hair and inside the yellow slit.
“Oh, oh, oh!” the yellow one moaned.
A grunt diverted Vaquel’s attention. It was the Cook. His erection was tall and proud. He must have spat into his hands because his phallus was shiny and slick. As he pumped his cock, his hips moved to fuck his hands. He grunted and his entire body shook.
Vaquel bit her lip to keep from groaning. All of this naked flesh and reluctant submission was driving her wild. The only reason she wasn’t openly masturbating was because she thought it would be creepier for the captured crews if they felt she was impassively watching. Plus, the jaded space explorer thought it would be a fun challenge to come without showing it.
Over on the third screen, Captain Eschscholtzia commanded the previously reluctant crewman to sit naked on her chair. The Captain straddled the crewman’s cock, while facing Vaquel and the communication camera. The crewman’s long cock slowly disappeared inside the Captain’s tight pussy lips.
When the Captain had settled down on the crewman’s cock, the other crewman stepped forward. She grabbed each of their red cocks and began to stroke. As she worked their members, the Captain swiveled her hips to fuck the phallus inside her.
“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. She wouldn’t mind serving a dominant Captain like that!
Meanwhile, groans were coming from the women on the second screen. Despite her earlier protests, the yellow Seed-Walker was writhing in her seat. She had both hands on the other woman, who’s face was now sealed to the yellow woman’s sex.
Vaquel frowned. The green woman still had her bulky clothes on. For that matter, the yellow woman had a thick coat on. There wasn’t much skin or pussy to be seen.
“Here, here, here it comes!” the Cook cried out. Vaquel turned to look just in time as the young Seed-Walker’s cock erupted. Long strands of seed flew in the air and onto the control panel. One thick glob splattered against the camera, obscuring the screen.
“Fertilizer!” the Cook yelled. He tried to clean the camera but he just smeared more seed on it.
Vaquel laughed and then moaned as Chairbot’s vibrating seat increased in strength. The Cook had a nice cock and a nicer climax, but what was he going to do now? He had shot his load.
On the third screen, the Captain was still improvising. She leaned towards the cock on her right and sucked on it. Her hand continued to stroke the guy on her left, but in Vaquel’s expert opinion, her technique was very sloppy. The same could be said for the Captain’s hips which were barely moving. The Captain didn’t seem to multitask well when it came to using her mouth.
“This, this, this isn’t working,” the yellow woman on the second screen said. She pushed her partner from her pussy.
“Just, just, just tell me what you like and I’ll do it,” the green woman said.
“That’s, that’s, that’s not what I mean,” the pantless woman said. “This isn’t sexy. We need to take all of our clothes off. Computer, turn up the cabin environment heat!”
“We, we, we need to save power for the sleep pods,” the green woman protested.
“If, if, if we don’t get naked and entertain that pervert, there won’t be any sleep pods!” the yellow woman said.
Both women stood up and undressed. Vaquel watched with interest as they disrobed. The yellow Seed-Walker revealed a slender chest with tiny buds for breasts. The red Seed-Walker took off her clothes to reveal enormous breasts.
“Wow, wow, wow,” said the Cook on the first screen. He was staring at the communication monitor. He was admiring the red Seed-Walker’s breasts as well. His member was half-erect.
“Now, now, now what?” the green Seed-Walker said.
The yellow woman answered by spinning her crewmate around. She forced the green woman to face the camera and to bend over at the waist. Her enormous breasts hung down in front of her. The yellow Seed-Walker grabbed her partner by her short purple hair and yanked her head back. The red woman cried out as something happened behind her.
“Tell, tell, tell her what you feel,” the yellow one ordered.
“I, I, I feel fingers inside my wetness,” the green Seed-Walker said. “She has three fingers inside me! She is thrusting hard, too hard! Oh, but I like it!”
Vaquel groaned. The yellow woman’s sudden dominance surprised her. The swinging of the red Seed-Walker’s breasts was hypnotizing. Vaquel desperately wanted to bite one of those stiff green nipples.
There was movement on the third screen. Captain Eschscholtzia dismounted from the cock she was riding and stood up. She walked around to the side of the chair and laid across the arms. The man sitting in the chair cried out as she took his cock in hand and started jerking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me at both ends!”
The crewmembers didn’t have to be told twice. One grabbed the Captain’s hips and entered her pussy. The other grabbed her tight ponytail and guided his cock to her mouth. The two of them fucked wildly as the Captain took it.
“Fuck me,” Vaquel whispered. She gripped the edges of the console. It took everything not to pull one of her breasts free and pinch a nipple.
Chairbot, however, took her exclamation to be an order. It projected a phallus-shaped force field from its seat and entered Vaquel’s sex. Based on her current production of lubricating juices, the thickness of the force cock was one of his larger projections.
Vaquel gasped. The green Seed-Walker noticed her gasp and a curious expression came over her face. She leaned closer to study Vaquel.
The Cook was doing something on the first screen. He cut a hole through the headrest of the chair he had been sitting in. When the hole was done, he slid his cock through the hole. The head of the red member slid back and forth as he fucked the headrest.
“Picture, picture, picture this inside of you, alien!” the Cook said.
Vaquel shuddered. The young Seed-Walker was speaking directly to her. Clever man!
“No, no, no, picture your hands inside me, alien!” the green Seed-Walker woman said. She rocked towards the screen as the yellow Seed-Walker fingered her. “Imagine how wet I am! Feel my heat as I clench around your fingers! Watch how much you make my breasts bounce!”
Vaquel bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes darted back and forth between the male fucking a headrest and the woman getting fingered. She imagined being with both of them as Chairbot’s force cock fucked her pussy.
There was a cry from the third screen. The seated Seed-Walker was coming. The Captain’s stroking resulted in an explosion of seed. Semen flew from his cock and splattered her brown breasts hovering above it.
Captain Eschscholtzia looked towards the camera with a cock in her mouth. She locked eyes with Vaquel as her cheeks caved with suction.
The Seed-Walker she sucked came. It was clear in the shouts of pleasure he gave. He froze and his balls trembled but the Captain kept sucking. When his limp cock fell from her mouth, Captain Eschscholtzia opened her mouth for the camera so Vaquel could see the seed still on her tongue.
“Wow, didn’t think the Captain would be that graphic,” Vaquel said between shudders.
The last crewmember kept fucking Captain Eschscholtzia. He slapped the side of her brown butt as he pounded her. The slaps earned him a disapproving look from the Captain, but she didn’t say anything.
The force phallus inside Vaquel began to rotate. The last of her composure broke and she moaned out loud. She grabbed one her breasts and squeezed. The thin blue spacesuit provided no protection as she pulled on her tit.
All three crews took Vaquel’s moaning a sign that they were winning.
The Cook fucked the hole in the headrest. The seat shook from the force of his thrusts. His eyes were locked on Vaquel as he assaulted the chair.
The green woman cried out. “Now, now, now she is biting my ass! I’m going to come!”
Captain Eschscholtzia rose from the chair. With her subordinate’s cock still inside her, she stopped when her breasts were near the sitting crewmember’s face. She offered a seed-splattered tit to him and he greedily sucked on it.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She came hard on Chairbot’s force phallus.
The Cook cried out. Another fountain of seed ejected from his cock. The headrest ripped free of its mounting, impaled on his cock.
“Yes, yes, yes!” the green Seed-Walker cried. She pounded her fist on the console as she rode her orgasm.
“Take, take, take it!” the crewman said as he climaxed inside his Captain. That earned him another dirty look but he was too blissed out to notice.
“Okay, time’s up,” Vaquel announced. Chairbot turned off his vibrations and the force field. The thick force cock disappeared inside Vaquel. Her pussy clenched reflexively.
Captain Eschscholtzia pushed the crewman out of her sex and approached the camera. Seed dripped from her pussy lips, breasts and lips. “Who, who, who is the winner?” she demanded.
The green woman flopped down in a chair with a glazed look on her face. The yellow Seed-Walker beside her rubbed her slick fingers on one of their coats. “Yes, yes, yes. Who won?” the yellow woman asked.
The Cook said nothing as he pulled the headrest off his cock. His red cock was almost glowing with friction burns. He will feel that in the morning.
“I have declared it a tie,” Vaquel said. She tapped a few buttons. The probe ship shook as something exploded outside.
“There,” Vaquel said. “The demo charges just went off near the Star Behemoth’s brain. By my scans, the creature’s hull integrity was maintained at the head. The stomach sacks containing you should start experiencing a catastrophic breakdown in a few minutes. Cook, I suggest you get someone more experienced to help you fly that ship out of there.”
The Cook stared at the head rest and tossed it aside. “Uh, uh, uh, what do I tell him about the semen everywhere?”
“Not my problem,” Vaquel said. She closed the connection to the Cook’s ship.
“Thank, thank, thank you!” the yellow Seed-Walker said. Her cremate was busy operating the console. “When we tell the commune how you saved us, I am sure they will compose a poem in your honor!”
“As long as it is a dirty one,” Vaquel responds. She closed the connection to the hibernation ship.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Captain Eschscholtzia said. She stood naked and proud on her bridge. All around her, the other crew members went to work to prepare for their escape.
“What do you want?” Vaquel said. “I am tired and want to shower.”
“There, there, there was no contest,” the Captain said. “You just wanted to watch us degrade ourselves. I don’t understand. Why rescue us at all?”
Vaquel shrugged. “I may be a deviant pervert, but I am not a monster.” She closed the connection to the last ship and looked out the viewport.
Explosions rippled down the spine of the Star Snake. Engines wrenched themselves free of the creature and shot into space. Fluid sprayed and froze into giant clouds of ice. Secondary explosions tore open the vast kilometers of armored scales.
A large object emerged from the depths of the splitting flesh. It was a huge saucer. Shields flickered around the saucer as it pushed through the floating debris. Once clear of the Star Behemoth’s corpse, the saucer spun faster. A moment later, it flew towards the outer edges of the solar system.
Another ship emerged. It was a smaller saucer than the one that just left. The rim of the saucer was dotted with hibernation chambers. It lacked the shields of the previous ship and shuddered as it collided with a floating rib the size of a town. Eventually it made its way clear of the Star Behemoth’s entrails and only lost one of its chambers. Vaquel wondered how many artists were lost in that moment. The saucer powered up and raced its way out of the system.
A minute passed before a third saucer ascended from the drifting viscera. It was tiny compared to the other two saucers, and was barely a flea compared to the dead Star Behemoth. The small ship was nimble and darted between the deadly chunks of flesh and metal. It escaped without a scratch and charted a course away from the system.
All three were headed in the same direction. Did they have a place in mind? Were they merely following in the direction of the biggest ship?
Vaquel decided to go the same way, at least for a little bit. Maybe they will lead her somewhere interesting. Better yet, they might get in trouble again and need Vaquel’s help.
Vaquel sat back on Chairbot and idly stroked herself. What new demands could she make if she had to save the refugees a second time? The possibilities kept her company on the quiet space ship.