Dec 162020
 

Explorer’s Log: This is my second day inside the star system designated “The Queen Only Loves You when You’re Obeying,” by Royal Astronomers. This is the last system of Interplanetary Championship Alliance space on my exploration route. As a final stop, it is rather lacking. This is a bare system with one inhospitable gas giant. The Goxx have a space station around the planet that they use to mine gases. I have scanned the planet and it is very unremarkable.

I can say the same for the space station except that it is currently hosting the Champion of Sex. Even better, six days ago, the Champion requested a meeting before I began my journey out of this system. Knowing that the Queen would want to know more about these powerful beings and the Championship Icons they wield, I have decided to grant his request. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: There was no fucking way I was passing up a chance to meet a Champion of Sex, no matter what the species or gender. I do admit, I will miss these double-cock fuckers.

“Docking permission denied.”

“There must be some kind of mistake,” Vaquel Di transmitted back. “I have a personal invitation from the Champion of Sex himself. Check your records.”

“Please standby.”

Vaquel snarled. Bureaucracy was the bane of every civilization. Here she was, dressed in a lovely pink spacesuit that matched her short hair and these assholes were delaying her sex appointment. Desire was trickling down her thighs from her eager sex. She idly rubbed her crotch while she waited.

“I wonder why kind of powers the Champion of Sex has,” Vaquel said out loud. Each of the champions had a special Icon that symbolized their rank and aided them in their chosen field. “Would he have something that makes endless lube? Or maybe some sort of super vibrator?”

“No vibrator could be as good as my seat, Mistress!” Chairbot said jealously.

“I don’t know, Chairbot,” Vaquel said teasingly. She was standing at the navigation console and deliberately bent forward at the waist. Her ample ass strained against the pink fabric of her suit.

Chairbot vibrated with programmed lust. “Don’t you want to sit down and rest before your appointment, Mistress?” The contours of his seat undulated with anticipation.

“No,” Vaquel said. The small whimper of her loyal chair sent a fresh surge of heat between her thighs.

“Incoming transmission,” the ship announced.

“On screen,” Vaquel said. She stayed bent over, knowing her breasts and face would dominate the caller’s screen.

A female Goxx appeared on the monitor. She had a thin strip of white hair on her gray skull. A robe of blue and yellow stripes wrapped her body in unflattering ways. The tusked lips pulled down in a frown.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vaquel asked.

“I am a referee of the Interplanetary Championship Alliance,” the alien said. “The being known as Vaquel Di from the planet of Euphoria has been declared non-canon by a vote of one hundred and forty-three Champions to five. The being will not be allowed to interact with members of the ICA. All transmissions emanating from the being’s ship are to be jammed. The being’s mission of exploration is to be respected and their ship will be allowed to make scans and perform surveys but stepping foot on ICA territory is forbidden. The being is encouraged to continue on their path with haste.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel snapped. “This doesn’t make any sense! I have saved one of your Champions! I helped two of them fight the Jonner. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“How dare you declare your innocence!” the referee said. “You performed non-championship sex acts in front of an assembly of fans. You encouraged them to record and transmit your sexual activity! You also encouraged them to make their own!”

“That’s right,” Vaquel said. She stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips. “You should be thanking me for encouraging your species to create pornography.”

“Thanking you?” the referee said. “You have wrecked our economy! Revenues from Champion pornography merchandise is down ninety percent! The Champion of Sex’s revenues are down ninety-nine percent! Non-champions are engaging in and recording their exploits both sexual and non-sexual! The interest share of Champions in all forms of social media has collapsed. You have shaken the very fabric of ICA culture!”

“Oh,” Vaquel said. “That does sound bad. But hey, at least you are going to get a lot more porn to enjoy.”

“Just go,” the referee said. “Your current course will take you into Entitled space. Hopefully you can do as much damage to them as you did to us.”

The transmission cut off. Four ships rose from the space station and surrounded Vaquel’s probe ship. Before Vaquel could take evasive maneuvers, the ships emitted red beams that surrounded the probe ship in a red field.

“Damage report!” Vaquel snapped.

“No damage detected,” the ship responded.

“Establish a link with the station,” Vaquel said.

“Unable to connect,” the ship said. “All outgoing transmissions are being blocked.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. They were serious. She was being muted.

Vaquel was stunned. An entire civilization had rejected her. She couldn’t remember that happening before, at least not with a civilization that she liked. These people knew how to fuck and they had told Vaquel they no longer wanted to fuck her.

She sat down in shock. Chairbot zoomed behind Vaquel and took her weight. The robot sighed happily.

“This is okay, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “Your ass is too good for them.”

Vaquel was unmoved by the robot’s naked flattery. The feeling of rejection was new and unpleasant. She wanted to get away from it as soon as possible. “Computer, chart a course for the next system.”

“Course laid in,” the computer replied. “Estimated arrival is twenty-one days.”

The solar sails extended. The ship hummed as power flowed through the relays. The starfield outside the window changed as the ship pointed in direction of their flight path. The sensor screen detailed the positions of the escort ships as they followed her.

“Warning! Unidentified object is approaching at-“

THUNK! The ship rocked.

“Correction! Unidentified object is leaving at an incalculable speed!”

“What the fuck was that?” Vaquel said. “Did something hit us?”

“Extra mass alert on the airlock!” the computer announced.

Vaquel leaned forward in Chairbot’s seat. She tapped on a panel and a view of the airlock door appeared on the monitor. There was a small metal box stuck to the door. Vaquel’s name was written on the side.

“What is it, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“I don’t know,” Vaquel said. “Let’s go find out.”

One spacewalk later, and the box was inside the probe ship. Scans detected no explosives or active energy sources. Vaquel put the box on her workbench and examined the outside. A simple handle turn was all that was required to open it.

“Careful, Mistress!” Chairbot said under Vaquel’s ass. “It might be a trap!”

“Hush,” Vaquel said. She turned the handle.

The side of the box swung open. A small holographic projection appeared in front of Vaquel. It showed a Goxx female with a strip of blue hair on her head. She wore tight green clothes and carried a glowing yellow platform.

“It’s Ailynn,” Vaquel said. “The Champion of Speed.”

“Vaquel Di, I hope you are receiving this recorded message and it is not intercepted. As you already know, you have been declared non-canon by the ICA,” the holographic Ailynn said. “I want you to know that I voted against this, along with four of your friends. We were overruled and we think it blows wargov how they have treated you.”

“Tell me about it,” Vaquel said.

“The five of us have decided to use our powers to give you farewell gifts,” the hologram continued. “My gift was getting this box to you without being detected. Please enjoy the rest of this box as tokens of our affection for you.”

The hologram vanished. Vaquel felt something rise in her throat. It was a strange sensation. She was both happy and sad. It wasn’t like anything she had felt before.

“What did they give you?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel cleared her throat. “Let’s see.”

There were three small boxes. Each had a different symbol on it. One looked like the musical instrument that the Champion of Music used. Another symbol looked like the small rod belonging to the Champion of Cooking. The last symbol resembled the champion of Architecture’s medallion.

“Wait, I thought she five Champions wanted to give me gifts,” Vaquel said. “Counting the box as on gift, I only see three. Where’s the gift from the Champion of Math?”

“Maybe it is still on its way?” Chairbot offered.

“Whatever, fuck him,” Vaquel said. “Let’s see what the Champion of Architecture got me.”

Vaquel opened the box with the medallion symbol. Inside was a perfect model of her probe ship. It was about twenty-five centimeters long, and had collapsible solar sails.

“Huh,” Vaquel said. She held the model probe ship in her hand. “It’s cute and all, but I am a little old for model ships. Oh hey, I can see a tiny little Vaquel through the navigation window.”

Vaquel pressed her finger lightly on the window. The probe ship buzzed in her hand. Soothing vibrations emanated from the front half of the ship.

“Yes,” Vaquel hissed. “Now this is a present.” She pressed the probe ship model tip to her left breast. The pleasant vibrations penetrated her suit and stimulated her nipple.

“Seems weak to me,” Chairbot said.

“Shut up,” Vaquel said. “Let’s see what Wizide got me.”

Still pressing the vibrating model to her breast, Vaquel pulled out the box with the Music Champion’s symbol on it. She opened the latch and inside was a cube. It had an obvious button to press. Vaquel didn’t hesitate to press it.

Sound blasted from the box. It was a rumble of low tones that picked up speed.

A voice cried out. It was Wizide, the Champion of Music. “This is a song I wrote just for you, Vaquel Di! I call it, Brown Tit Girl!”

Vaquel laughed. A song, just for her? No one has ever done that before. She grinned with a mixture of pride and excitement.

Complex melodies weaved together as the song continued. There was a thumping of low tones that reminded Vaquel of bouncing breasts. A repeating whistle resembled feminine gasps. The pace quickened and slowed like thrusting bodies expending themselves and then catching their breathes.

Vaquel moaned. This song was turning her on. She dragged the vibrating model ship down her breasts, over her stomach and between her legs. The pulsing tip pressed against the thin pink material covering her sex. Rather than taking off her spacesuit, Vaquel left it on as she pressed the throbbing model into her crotch. The material stretched slightly as just the tip entered her sex.

Another sound blended into the song. It was a silky, almost slick noise. No, there were two sounds. Two wet things were being loudly fingered.

Vaquel groaned. She knew what those sounds were. It was Wizide’s twin pussies. The double-gifted Goxx was stroking her sexes while playing Vaquel’s song.

“Fuck,” Vaquel groaned.

Chairbot activated his seat motors. Powerful vibrations caressed Vaquel’s ass. They were a strong counter-point to the gentle pulsing of the model ship at her sex.

Vaquel almost admonished the robot for pleasuring her without permission but a blissful shudder wiped out all conscious thought. She tapped a button on her belt and the spacesuit material around her crotch retracted into her belt. As soon as her bushy pussy was exposed, Vaquel plunged the model ship inside. The contours of the ship penetrated her sex in novel ways.

The song continued. Vaquel plunged the ship in and out of her sex in time to thumping beats. A powerful chord of sound increased Vaquel’s pulse. A reoccurring chorus of whistles reminded her of Wizide’s grinding hips.

The solar wings extended on the model ship. Vaquel let go of the probe ship in surprise. The ship glowed and the vibrations increased. The ship resumed thrusting into Vaquel’s slick sex on its own.

Vaquel laughed and then moaned. The model ship flew on its own. Of course, it did. The Champion of Architecture could build nothing less than a tiny ship that could fly like the real thing.

She just hoped it didn’t have working lasers.

The music increased in volume and speed. The sound was so loud that Vaquel’s tits quivered inside her space suit. Vaquel felt the beat in her ribs. It was exhilarating.

The model ship moved in pace with the song. Vaquel wondered if the Champions collaborated on this or if it was a happy accident. It didn’t matter. She enjoyed it too much to care.

The vibrations from Chairbot’s seat increased. Vaquel ass was kneaded by powerful throbbing motors. The robot did his best work when he was jealous and the purple bastard was certainly jealous of how loud the model ship was making her moan.

The song was reaching its climax. So was Vaquel. She gripped the arms of the robot seat and spread her legs wide. The model ship fucked her slick pussy with championship precision.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. She came hard between the competing vibrating toys.

The music dropped in volume and complexity. The model ship somehow knew to power down and fly out of Vaquel’s pussy. Chairbot’s seat subsided to a gentle buzz before stopping altogether. As the last plucked notes of the song died away, Vaquel sat twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The probe ship returned to its box, still glistening with Vaquel’s juices. The solar wings retracted. The glow dimmed and the ship became inert once more.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. The absence of the song blasting through the ship created an eerie silence. All Vaquel could hear was her own ragged breathing.

There was one more box. Vaquel smiled at the sight of Khucy’s symbol. The Champion created some of the best food that Vaquel had ever tasted. She wondered what oral delight was waiting for her.

Vaquel opened the box. A dark brown pudding oozed out. She tried to scoop it with her hand but there was too much of it. The pudding oozed out of the confines of the larger box and onto the workbench. Vaquel tried to close the box but more of pudding surged out. There was almost three liters of the stuff despite coming out of the small box.

“Fuck,” Vaquel swore. She jumped out of Chairbot and looked around for something to collect the pudding in. She was going to need some kind of bowl, or maybe a barrel.

The pudding shimmied. It flowed onto the floor in a giant ‘PLOP”. Before Vaquel could react, the pudding expanded. It surged upwards and stretched towards the ceiling. When it reached Vaquel’s height, the stopped growing.

“What the fuck are you?” Vaquel whispered.

The pudding hardened. It compressed into itself. A humanoid body took shape. Hard blue candies emerged where eyes should be. Arms stretched into hands. A sort of pudding musculature became more defined. The bottom split into legs and between the legs grew a smaller, though nicely shaped third appendage.

“She sent me a man,” Vaquel said out loud. “And with only one cock. She made it just for me.”

The head of the pudding man turned towards Vaquel. The blue candy eyes pointed at her. A mouth opened and out rolled a pink tongue made of stretchy candy.

“Are you alive?” Vaquel said.

The pudding man squelched in response. It took a step towards Vaquel and reached around her. She cried out as it picked her up and set her on the workbench. Sticky hands pushed her thighs apart. A thick brown cock bounced against her sex lips.

“Whoa, give me a second,” Vaquel said.

The pudding man ignored her. It pushed its thick phallus against her slick bush. The brown member pushed inside and disappeared within her.

“FUCK!” Vaquel cried out. The pudding man’s body was soft and squishy but there was nothing soft about its cock. The thick phallus was a rigid rod inside of her.

“You must be some sort of automaton,” Vaquel groaned. “Working on organic chemical reactions with pre-programmed responses.

The pudding man grunted. It held onto Vaquel’s waist and began to thrust. It was a slow movement. Every push and pull were a steady, deliberate motion.

“Ohhhh,” Vaquel moaned. The gentle fucking was just what her tender pussy needed.

“Should I help, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“Oh, now you want to help!” Vaquel snapped. “Don’t do a damn thing! You sit there and do nothing!”

Chairbot faithfully stayed where he was.

Vaquel turned her attention back to the pudding man. His entire body quivered as he fucked her. He smelled incredible. It was a rich scent that made her mouth water. She wanted him in her mouth.

“Are you edible?” Vaquel asked.

The pudding man was quiet. The only sound was this thick cock plunging in and out of her wet sex. He probably lacked the higher functions needed for communication.

Vaquel would have to find out for herself. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his shoulder. Her tongue flickered over his skin. Sweet bitterness with a touch of citrus danced over her taste buds.

She bit down. A chunk of pudding flowed into her mouth. Flavors overwhelmed her. She moaned and leaned back. As the pudding man continued to fuck, Vaquel chewed and swallowed the delicious pudding.

The chunk Vaquel bit out was missing from the pudding man’s shoulder. There was no messy leaking of fluids. As far as she could tell, the pudding man functioned just fine without it.

“Yummy,” Vaquel moaned.

Vaquel pulled the pudding man’s hands away from her hip and brought it to her lips. Thin white candies formed fingernails. She sucked a finger into her mouth. The white candy had a tart taste.

The pudding man kept fucking. His thick member was a slow piston inside of her. It kept her aroused without over-stimulating her.

She bit down on the finger. It melted into delicious goo. Vaquel let it sit in her mouth before swallowing. She bit another finger and let the pudding fill her mouth. Some of it dripped out of her lips and drippled down her chin.

“You going to lick that up?” Vaquel asked the pudding man. His long tongue looked perfect for the task.

The pudding man didn’t respond. He fucked her with the same steady pace. The workbench creaked slightly from the gentle thrusts.

Vaquel grabbed the tongue and put it between her lips. Sweet fruity flavors filled her mouth. She sucked on the tongue and it stretched from the pudding man’s open mouth. Bite by bite, she chewed and swallowed the taut tongue.

A shudder ran through Vaquel’s body. The slow fucking had revitalized her sex after the furious vibrations of before. She was slowly reaching another climax.

There was no need to hurry. She swallowed the pudding man’s tongue and then took a bite of a hard nipple. It tasted like sweet caffeine. She bit his other shoulder and let the goo fill her mouth. She grabbed his face and sucked out the hard candy in his eye. It tasted like a butter.

As Vaquel consumed the pudding man, he kept fucking. The loss of mass didn’t slow his steady thrusts. The thick pudding cock plunged deeper and deeper as her quivering legs wrapped tighter and tighter around her.

Suddenly, the pudding man shook. The pudding phallus exploded inside her pussy. The brown foam sprayed out of her stuffed sex and soaked her thighs.

The sudden explosion of pudding sent Vaquel over the edge. She cried out as another orgasm wracked her body. Pudding fell from her open lips as she shuddered on the workbench.

The pudding man stopped. The soft body hardened. There was a moist feeling in the air as the pudding man became inert.

“Damn, must have finished him,” Vaquel said. “One cream and he’s done.”

She grabbed a piece of the pudding man’s arm and pulled. A piece broke off. It was moist, but no longer the consistency of pudding. The piece resembled a moist baked good.

“At least I have dessert for the next few weeks,” Vaquel said.

She untangled herself from the no-longer-pudding-and-now-fudge man and slid off the table. Chairbot silently rolled towards her and she sat down on his seat. Sticky pudding clung to her body and dripped from her sex.

Vaquel relaxed and caught her breath. Something glowed inside the gift box. It was coming from the box that held the pudding man. There was a symbol etched inside the box. It belonged to the Champion of Math.

“That’s weird,” Vaquel said. “Why would he put his symbol inside someone else’s gift?”

“Maybe he helped make it?” Chairbot offered.

“Hmm,” Vaquel said. She touched the symbol.

The box glowed. Brown pudding appeared once more. The pudding flowed out of the box and spilled onto the floor.

Chairbot rolled Vaquel away from the workbench. “What is happening, Mistress?”

“The Champion of Math doubled my gift,” Vaquel said.

The pudding quivered and grew. It formed another humanoid next to the partially-eaten one still beside the workbench, except this one was moving and possessing all of its delicious parts.

Vaquel laughed and stood up. Her legs were a little shaky. A burp escaped her lips.

“Well, there is always room for more pudding,” she said.

  One Response to “Fiction: Parting Gifts”

  1. Those are some awesome parting gifts.

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