Jan 082020
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chairbot, mind the ship,” Vaquel said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd clapped their applause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bulges in Dymare’s pants grew larger.

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

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

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

The crowd booed as her words came from the speakers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are they doing?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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