Apr 072021
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Ecstasy of the Queen’s Slightest Touch,” by Royal Astronomers. There are twenty-three planets in this system and all of them are inhabited by the Entitled and their bipedal clone slaves. It may take a few days to catalog every planet while also dodging Raider ships.

The ninth planet is less populated than the others and therefore the safest to explore personally. There is a curious lack of technology on the planet, except of course for the automated clone tanks underground that occasionally spits out new clones. The clones themselves use only primitive hand weapons and live as nomads. Animal life is abundant with almost no carnivore species. Weather patterns are mild and produce is plentiful. It fits the criteria for a Garden Planet and if verified, it will be another jewel for the Queen’s collection.

The Entitled must use this planet for their war games. I have witnessed this on other worlds. The Entitled like to collect harems of soldiers and battle each other. No doubt the lack of technology is just another variant for them. The sadistic bastards must enjoy watching the clones fight with such inefficient weapons.

I want to examine one of the clone tanks. Maybe I could learn something about the bipedal clones that would let me exploit them on other planets. Sensor scans have detected a possible tunnel entrance in a sparsely populated area. I will go down and see what I can find. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Thanks to Chairbot getting mugged at the last station we visited, I only have one miserable weapon capable of taking on an Entitled and it’s a laser that I have to strap to my wrist. I should be okay. All the clones are carrying edged weapons and clubs; I am sure the Entitled are similarly armed. The fuckers do like their rules.

Vaquel Di squatted down in the tall grass. A cool breeze blew past and the vibrant blue grass wavered like ripples in a pond. Small birds flew in lazy circles under a clear orange sky. The rays of the bright sun warmed the soul as well as the body.

It was nice. No, it was fantastic. The sun and the breeze felt good on Vaquel’s bare skin, and today, there was a lot of skin. Instead of her normal skintight spacesuit, Vaquel decided that she needed to blend in better with the local population. She wore a white loincloth made of synthetic fur that covered her pink pubic bush but barely covered her large brown buttocks. Around her chest was a synthetic white fur bikini top that struggled to contain her massive dark tits. The scanner she used was cleverly disguised as a water gourd that she wore on a strap. She also carried a spear that she made from a tree, but that was mostly to show she was armed. For real protection, she carried the laser that Chairbot had bought, but covered it with a synthetic fur wristband.

The only thing missing from Vaquel’s disguise was dirt and filth, but she wasn’t that committed to authenticity.

There was movement in the grass. Vaquel stayed perfectly still. About ten meters away, a small group of nearly naked humanoids walked by. There was two men and two women. They stuck close together and constantly looked in all directions.

Were they hunting? They looked a little too fearful for that. A bird took flight and all four of the humanoids dropped to the grass and hid.

“Not much of an army,” Vaquel thought to herself. On other worlds, the Entitled liked to fight each other with proxy armies of sex slaves. If these primitives were soldiers, they were poor ones at that. Then again, maybe the Entitled liked the challenge of leading such cowardly forces. Who knew with those phallic assholes?

The small group took off running to the east. Vaquel wondered what spooked them. Probably their own shadows.

Vaquel returned to the task at hand. She tapped the side of her ‘gourd’. Holographic numbers appeared in the air. Power readings were nearby, which meant there was a possible entrance to the underground clone tanks.

But where? Vaquel stood up. Fields of blue grass stretched in all directions. The wind blew and set off waves of movement in the swaying grass.

“Fuck. Meter by meter circle scan it is,” Vaquel said. She stuck her spear in the ground to give her a central point. Gourd in hand, Vaquel began to walk an ever-expanding circle around her spear.

The readings were unusual. The ground had been disturbed in multiple places, and there were signs of collapsed tunnels. Something burrowed through this region and did it often.

Vaquel had a theory. The clone factories were underground, and they supplied the world with a steady supply of clones for the Entitled to abuse, but you would also want to protect the clone tanks from being broken by foolish clones. What if the clone factories shipped their clones to the surface somehow? Maybe with a tunnelling vehicle?

On her sixth circuit around her planted spear, the gourd-scanner beeped.

That was when the ground erupted. Dirt and grass flew into the air around Vaquel. Instinctively, she reached for the pistol she normally kept on the belt of her spacesuit, but all she touched was the synthetic fur of her loincloth.

Cold metal grips encased Vaquel’s waist and lifted her from the ground. Strong pincers cinched around her ankles and spread her legs apart. Another pincer snatched her loincloth and ripped it away.

It was a giant crab of some sort with a long oblong body and multiple limbs. Vaquel counted four legs and three sets of arms of descending sizes. The largest arms and pincers had her waist. The second largest held her legs apart and the smallest set of arms had stripped her loincloth. There was no discernable head or eyes, though there were some curious looking whorls on the surface of the shell.

Wait, that looked like a metal shell. Vaquel grabbed the arms around her waist and felt a hard alloy. This was no natural creature; this was a mechanized body.

Could this be the vehicle the clone factories used to deliver clones to the surface? The shell was big enough to hold a clone, although it might be a little cramped. Vaquel decided to wait and see what the crab did.

“Aren’t you a big clone!” the crab said in crude Palatino. The sound came from speakers on the arms. “I’ve never seen this color of hair before. Are you a rare?”

It was a fucking Entitled! Now that Vaquel knew what she was looking at, she realized the whorls on the shell was actually writing. It read, “HoleBuster-442.’

Something touched her head from behind. One of the smallest arms had extended around her. It stroked her short pink hair in an almost pleasing manner.

Vaquel was annoyed by her naivety. The clone slaves on this planet might be restricted to primitive weapons, but the Entitled wouldn’t feel compelled to handicap themselves that way. These bastards had just as much respect for rules as Vaquel did.

It was a good thing that Vaquel had her wrist laser. The stupid crab hadn’t bothered to restrain her hands. She just needed to figure out where to aim. Fuck that. She would just shoot every bit of it until it stopped moving.

One of the small metal hands went to her sex. It was surprisingly tender. The pincer rubbed up and down the slit of her pussy.

Vaquel decided to hold off on shooting it just yet.

“Is the interior of your fur-burrow as big as the exterior?” HoleBuster-442 asked.

Vaquel wasn’t sure how the primitive clones on this world talked, so she kept her mouth shut. She squirmed within the crab’s pincers but was careful not to actually wiggle free. To complete her disguise as a helpless captive, she bit her lip in mock-fear.

The small pincer pushed inside Vaquel’s sex. The ridges on the claws felt wonderful. Vaquel clenched down and shuddered.

“That’s a good fit,” HoleBuster-442 said. “I was out here spawn camping for new clones. I like to snatch them as soon as they crawl out of the ground. There is nothing like new slubie holes. I like to be the first Entitled they get in their little fur-burrows.”

Aha! That confirmed Vaquel hypothesis about how the clones get to the surface, though she didn’t think they would dig their way up. It showed a lack of concern about the clones and their safety. That was something to think about.

The Entitled’s story about ambushing newly born clones also confirmed her very well documented theory that the Entitled are all assholes.

The claw began to pump inside Vaquel. It moved slowly, exploring the depths and tightness of her slick sex. The small arm swiveled and looked for new angles to plunge into her.

Vaquel clenched her mouth shut. It felt great. She wiggled her pelvis as much as the pincers around her waist would allow. One of her breasts fell out of her tight fur top but the Entitled inside the crab didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m going to make this fur-borrow my cock-lair, but I have to make sure you’re wet enough first, slubie,” HoleBuster-442 said.

Vaquel whimpered submissively. Some of it was acting.

The pincers holding Vaquel’s ankles spread her legs wider apart. Just when she thought that her legs couldn’t spread any further, the pincers stopped. The stretching was just on the edge of being painful. Vaquel felt terribly exposed, which only turned her on more.

The wind gusted around them. The tall blue grass bent in submission. The cool wind kissed Vaquel’s pussy lips as she was being fucked.

The claw inside her sex moved faster. It pumped in and out with mechanical precession. Between thrusts, the claw would rotate one hundred and eighty degrees before plunging back in. The ridges on the claws grinded wonderfully against the walls of her pussy.

It was getting harder for Vaquel to keep quiet. The Entitled was damn good at what he did. Tremors ran down her spread legs. The urge to clench her thighs around the thrusting claw was incredible and being denied that urge only made her wetter. She grabbed her exposed breast and brough the nipple to her mouth. Biting down on her soft flesh sent a shiver through her body and kept from crying out.

“You enjoy that, don’t you, you over-sized slubie,” HoleBuster-442 said. “Your fur-borrow is so lucky I am fucking it! No one invades a fur-burrow like me! This is the best you have ever had!”

Vaquel shuddered with pleasure but her analytical mind couldn’t help judging the alien’s statement. It was good, but she was sure that she had better. A few past lovers came to mind as well as once or twice with her own hands. She stayed quiet though. The Entitled were like most cocks in that they were made of mostly ego.

Something touched Vaquel’s thigh. It was the other small crab hand. At some point it had stopped petting her hair and she forgotten about it. This one gently pinched the inside of her dark thigh. It was light enough that it didn’t hurt, but the extra stimulation made her skin all the more sensitive. She bit down harder on her plump breast to keep from screaming.

“I know what slubies like,” HoleBuster-442 said. “Once they take a ride on my claws, then I invade their fur-borrows personally. You’re going to beg me to keep you but I’m going to get my trophy, toss you aside as soon as I finish. I’ll be fucking another slubie while you spend your days and nights wishing I would come back for you! But I am not going to come back! I fuck them and leave them! That is what I do and you are just going to be another poor slubie dreaming about me being inside you again!”

The Entitled’s unlikely scenario enflamed Vaquel’s lusts. She pictured herself wondering this primitive planet in search of this one alien. Her pussy would ache and drip but nothing could every satisfy her again. She would give up traveling through space just to get fingered by a crab machine again.

Sometimes the more ludicrous fantasies are the ones that Vaquel needed. She climaxed. Pleasure blossomed from her pussy and spread through her body. She cried out her pleasure in a primal scream.

“That’s right, soak my claw,” HoleBuster-442 said over the speakers.

The claw came to a stop inside of her. Vaquel shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She opened her mouth and her exposed breast fell from her lips.

Oh, that was nice but Vaquel still had a mission to do. Maybe it was time to wrap this up and shoot herself free. She looked down and tried to judge where to best fire her shot. Maybe at the joint where the arm connects to the shell? She pulled the fur wristband covering from her laser.

“Now you are ready for me,” HoleBuster-442 said. “Prepare to be astonished!”

The small claw pulled out of Vaquel’s sex. She whimpered at the absence in her pussy. The large claws holding her waist pulled her up and over to the top of the crab body. The pinchers holding her ankles brought her legs up and together, stretched out in a sitting position.

“Behold my immense power!” HoleBuster-442 screamed.

The top of the crab shell cracked open. A red cock with white circles emerged. Cybernetic implants at the base of the phallus secured the Entitled to his mech body. The alien phallus throbbed and pulsed.

Vaquel looked down. It was a nicely shaped and a bit thick, but ‘immense’ might have been an exaggeration. Still, she wouldn’t mind having it inside her. She pulled the fur wristband covering back over her laser. Maybe the alien could fuck as well as he fingered.

“I can see you are stunned by my giant size!” HoleBuster-442 said. “Even your giant fur-borrow might not be able to contain me! Prepare to be stretched beyond your wildest dreams!”

Vaquel bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

The large crab arms lowered Vaquel down towards the Entitled. The tip of the phallic alien wiggled against her pussy lips. The arms kept lowering Vaquel as the Entitled slipped inside her. Down she went until she was completely impaled on the boastful cock.

Vaquel shuddered. The Entitled wiggled and writhed inside of her. It wasn’t the biggest that she had ever had, but he was certainly among the most mobile. Her closed legs added to the snugness of the fit. The Entitled’s frantic writhing inside of her was hitting all the right spots. If he vibrated, he would be damn near perfect.

“Yes! So much delicious fuck cream!” the crab speakers blasted. “Feel my power within you! Take the best cock you will ever have in your pathetic slubie life! Prepare for ultimate fur-burrow drilling!”

The crab arms suddenly lifted Vaquel’s body upwards and then dropped her back down on the Entitled’s impaling body. The collision of the metal shell on her bare ass stung like a slap. The thick alien rammed deep up inside her. A split-second later, the motion repeated and kept going.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out, forgetting her pretense of silence. The rapid fucking caught her by surprise. The hard metal shell of the crab smacked her ass with each drop of the claws. Her remaining breast bounced out of her fur bikini top and now both tits flopped wildly. She grabbed the large claws for support but her fingers slid off the smooth metal.

The claws used Vaquel’s body as a sleeve to fuck the Entitled. Despite the incredible speed, the claws never lifted Vaquel high enough for the Entitled to leave her pussy. The squirming alien filled her sex with each jarring impact. Juices drenched the Entitled and formed a puddle on the crab shell.

Vaquel gritted her teeth. Her ass burned from the rapid collisions with the shell. Both breasts bounced and swung with their own centrifugal force. The position of her closed legs meant every drop was snug and constricted. Her pussy melted from the non-stop pounding.

The helplessness of the situation increased Vaquel’s arousal. She was being used like a toy. The Entitled wouldn’t let her spread her legs to release some of the tightness. With the exception of her secret wrist weapon, she was being completely dominated. Another climax was swiftly fucked out of her.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted. A group of startled birds took flight from the tall blue grass.

“Yes!” the crab speakers hissed. “Spout your savage babble! Crumble in submission as I claim your fur-burrow!”

The fucking increased. Vaquel sobbed in bliss. Her ass was a stinging star. The wiggling phallus inside her ravaged her captive pussy. One of her breasts slapped her face and she didn’t care. She threw her head back and stared up at the clear orange sky as another orgasm rose within her.

“Glory to the fucking Queen!” Vaquel shouted again.

“Yes!” HoleBuster-442 shouted. “Yes! Yes! This is my cock-lair now! This wet slick hole belongs to me! Oh-I’m going to detonate!”

The crab claws suddenly stopped. Vaquel’s large brown tits slapped her again in the face before dropping. Her tender ass burned against the multiple slams into the metal shell.

Hot seed filled Vaquel’s sex. The Entitled spasmed inside of her. The thick seed stuffed her slick pussy and spilled from her sex lips.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” the crab speakers blasted.

Vaquel caught her breath. She hadn’t realized she had been panting. The crab arms stayed tight around her. The pincers around her legs kept them stretched out.

Should she escape now? There was a clear line of sight to the joint she had picked out earlier. Vaquel held her fire. Maybe the Entitled wanted to keep fucking. She wouldn’t mind another round.

Oh Cruel Queen, did that mean she was addicted to the Entitled’s cock body after all? Had HoleBuster-442 been telling the truth? When she left, was she going to pine for him?

Vaquel snorted. That was ridiculous. No, she was just willing to have a little more before she left this planet. That was perfectly normal, right?

A minute passed. HoleBuster-442 was silent and also still. The wind blew and was cold against Vaquel’s nipples. She stuffed her tits back into her white fur bikini top.

Another minute passed. Vaquel became impatient. She clenched around the alien.

“No more, no more,” the speakers crackled. The crab arms lifted Vaquel upwards and forward. The alien slipped out of her sensitive pussy. Seed and juice splattered down onto the shell. The Entitled sunk back down into the depths of the crab body as the opening in the shell sealed shut.

Vaquel was disappointed but she noticed it was a normal level of disappointment. It wasn’t an insane level of disappointment that meant she was addicted to his alien body. No, what she felt was a normal response to having a good fucking and wanting just a little more.

Then again, Vaquel was a bit tired. It would be nice if the Entitled would just let her go and be along his way. It would save her the trouble of fighting him. Besides, after a fuck like that, she was feeling merciful.

The crab arms let go of her feet but the larger arms held onto her waist.

Another part of the crab shell cracked open. A new arm came out. There was something sharp on the end of it. The sharp end began to buzz.

“Hold still while I get my trophy,” HoleBuster-442 said. “Don’t interfere or it will cut your hands.”

Trophy? Vaquel had seen this before. One Entitled took pictures of her tits. Chairbot reported that some Entitled on the station he visited liked to collect articles of clothing. Maybe HoleBuster-442 wanted to take her loincloth or her top.

The arm with the buzzing tip moved towards Vaquel’s head. Understanding crashed into Vaquel. The fucker was going to cut her hair!

“Fuck this!” Vaquel said. She pointed her wrist laser at the buzzing arm and fired.

ZAPPP! A crimson beam sliced right through the shaving arm. The top half of the arm fell to the ground.

“That was a laser! Slubies aren’t allowed lasers!” HoleBuster-442 yelled.

The claw arms tightened around Vaquel’s waist. Crushing pain assaulted her pelvis.

ZAPPPP! The laser sheared the crab arm at the joint where it connected to the shell. The pincer popped open. ZAPPP! Vaquel shot the other arm and dropped to the ground.

“Oh spoor,” HoleBuster-442 said.

ZAPPP! Vaquel shot one of the legs out from under the crab.

“Stop! Wait!” HoleBuster-442 said as the mechanical crab scrambled backwards on its remaining legs. “This body is not equipped for laser weapons!”

Vaquel laughed. ZAPPP! There went another leg.

Two of the crab arms lunged towards Vaquel. She danced back and fired. ZAPPP! ZAPPP! The arms fell to ground.

“This isn’t fair!” HoleBuster-442 yelled. “Slubies are made to be hunted! Not to hunt us! Who gave you a weapon, you ignorant savage!”

ZAPPP! Vaquel shot out another leg as she circled the crab.

“I bought it,” Vaquel said. “From a weapons dealer on a space station. Well, my robot did.”

HoleBuster-442 gasped. “I fucked an off-worlder? Ewww! Fine, go away! I don’t need a trophy anyway!”

Vaquel stopped firing. She pulled lightly on her damp bush. “Really? You don’t want this nice pink hair in your collection?”

The crab body stopped retreating. “Maybe just your pubic hair?” HoleBuster-442 said.

“No,” Vaquel said.

ZAPPP! ZAPPP! ZAPPP! ZAPPP! ZAPPP! ZAPPP! ZAPPP! ZAPPP! ZAPPP! ZAPPP!

Sparks flew from the perforated remains of the crab machine. Whole sections cracked open and spilled parts and circuits to the grass. Hydraulic fluid pumped like burst arteries. The smell of burnt metal hung in the air despite the breeze

Vaquel reached into the wreckage. She felt around and wrapped her fingers around something soft and terrified. Pulling her hand free, she looked at the red phallus with white spots that she had captured.

“Come to think if it, maybe I want a trophy.”

The Entitled wiggled in terror.

Mar 032021
 

Explorer’s Log: This is day twenty of my fifty-eight day journey to the star system designated “The Ecstasy of the Queen’s Slightest Touch,” by Royal Astronomers. I have encountered a space station called “Tycoon Zone-54”. Entitled Raider ships are docked here and there is an atypical lack of combat between the ships. The Entitled are usually at each other’s phallic throats, so I have decided to stop and investigate the cause of their non-hostility.

Initial contacts with the station have been revealing. They assumed I was an Entitled and I did nothing to dissuade them of that mistake.

The rules-of-engagement document they transmitted was fascinating. The Entitled on the station engage in a form of Commerce Warfare. Raiders come to the station to trade their stolen property for credits. The Station Entitled then offer services and goods in exchange of these credits. These credits cannot be taken off station, so the Raiders are encouraged to spend everything before leaving.

Interesting. The Entitled have exchanged one form of combat for another. Competition for goods, credits and workers is high. If an Entitled who lives on the Station ever loses all of their money, they are ejected out an airlock or forced into debt-slavery. Most Entitled purchase a ship and become Raiders before that happens.

One of the trade goods provided on Tycoon Zone-54 are weapons. Nothing I have has even scratched an Entitled or one of their ships so I need to purchase some weaponry for my own protection. My plan was to steal some, but buying will be much safer.

Initial inquiries with the station have established that they are willing to give me credits for the pornography I have recorded for the past ten years. I can’t purchase any ship weapons with the amount estimated, but I could easily buy personal weapons. The problem is only Entitled are allowed to step foot on the station without becoming property. That is a big fucking problem.

Fortunately, the Entitled are just big sentient cocks with no arms or legs of their own. They like to travel inside mechanized bodies for protection. This gives me a cunning idea. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: The interest rates for Starting Business Loans on Tycoon Zone-54 are as cruel as any torture Queen Erishella has ever come up with. These business-minded Entitled are just as vicious as their Raider kin. There is no fucking way I am going on that station. That is what loyal robots are for.

Chairbot wheeled through the deck of the station. Entitled pseudo-bodies pressed around him from all sides. Some of the bodies were floating boxes while other bodies resembled humanoids with enormous codpieces. The Entitled took pride in how they looked, so each one was heavily customized and unique.

Which made Chairbot feel oddly underdressed. He was just a purple chair on roller wheels. Mistress had painted one of her didloes to look like an Entitled and then placed it inside a matching purple box. The box was sitting on Chairbot’s seat. Personal force fields kept the box in place. If he needed to, he could open the lid of the box and present his “true self” and hopefully pass as a real Entitled.

Hopefully. If it didn’t work, Chairbot would be captured by the first Entitled who could subdue him. From there, he could be sold to other Entitled, forced to work in one of the many fabrication factories on the station or even broken down for raw materials.

Chairbot suppressed this negative stream of reasoning. It was no good contemplating catastrophic scenarios. Mistress was counting on him. If he succeeded at this mission, Mistress had promised that she would sit on him for twelve uninterrupted hours!

Multiple pleasure routines activated at the concept of this possibility. Chairbot contemplated how wonderful it was when Mistress’ large brown ass grinded against the contours of his seat. He lost several thought-cycles calculating the thousands of micro-clenches Mistress’ bottom would perform on his vibrating body.

Chairbot returned to the task at hand. He had already visited the credit exchange and finalized the sale of Mistress’ pornography. Using the station’s communicators, Chairbot had made contact with several weapon dealers and compared their prices. He created a potential buying list based on Mistress’ requests and current funds.

Current Purchase List

Two beam weapons capable of breaking Entitled force fields.
One ballistic weapon capable of penetrating Entitled armor.
Three venomous weapons capable of poisoning an Entitled.
Two stun weapons capable of incapacitating an Entitled mechanized pseudo-body.
Five grenades capable of shredding Entitled armor and equipment.
One really cool looking knife.

It was possible to buy every item on this list with eight hundred and forty-one credits left over. That bothered Chairbot. The closed economy of Tycoon Zone-54 forbade any credits leaving the station. Once Chairbot left, those credits would be reclaimed by the station. That kind of loss was unacceptable to Chairbot’s analytical mind. He felt that losing credits was a disservice to Mistress.

But what else could Chairbot spend credits on? Even a second cool looking knife was beyond his budget. He resolved to scan the stores along the way to the first arms dealer in the hopes of finding inspiration.

The layout of the station was a maze of shops and narrow walkways. Every square meter of space was available for rent. Stores and service shops were crowded against each other with only cheap force fields and flickering holographic privacy fields to separate them. The designated walkway was narrow and winding as the station owners sought to wring every possible rentable store space out of the layout.

Chairbot rolled at a slow pace, constantly jostled by larger and quicker Entitled pseudo-bodies. Through the crowd of bodies, he scanned for promising stores. The entitled were not ones for subtlety and their store titles were easy to understand.

Stuff You Eat. Sluts to Fuck. Guns. Body Repair. Weapons for your Ship. Harem Replacements. Guns. Stuff to Wear. Guns. Big Breast Clones. Intoxicants. Media about Explosions. Guns. Mouths to Fuck. Raw Food. Weapons for You. Clone Tanks. Guns. Asses.

Chairbot came to a stop. The Asses sign hung on a flimsy looking shack. Next to the sign was a monitor screen playing looped videos. The image of a green woman’s ass clenched and unclenched on the screen.

Several pleasure programs activated inside Chairbot and faded too quickly. That was a magnificent ass. The buttocks were round and firm without a hint of gravity’s influence. Was it a real ass or just a simulation?

Chairbot was mesmerized by that ass. Before meeting Mistress, Chairbot was just a sex robot on a planet of sex robots that didn’t know their function. Mistress had taught him that he was made to vibrate against asses and in exchange for this knowledge, he had loyally accompanied her across countless star systems. In all those journeys, he had been lucky enough to experience a few more asses upon his seat but the total number was less than double digits. In his entire existence, that he was aware of, he had never been sat on by such an astronomical body of an ass like the one on the screen.

There was a price listed beside the ass. It was just under the number of leftover credits that Chairbot needed to spend. .0000006 milliseconds later, Chairbot decided that it was a worthy purchase.

Chairbot rolled through the curtains covered the doorway into Asses. There was a small lobby area with five doors leading out. Inside the lobby was a beige humanoid woman working on a console. The monitor cast a reflection of scrolling numbers across her face.

“Welcome to Asses,” the woman said, not looking up from her monitor. “What kind of ass can we provide you with today?”

Chairbot was not insulted that the woman was focused on the monitor. Almost every worker on the station served multiple jobs in order to maximize their owner’s investment. Judging by the numbers he saw; this greeter was also in charge of record-keeping and paying bills.

“I want the green ass from the video outside,” Chairbot said.

“Right way,” the beige woman said. “Please sign this user agreement first and transfer your fee to the listed account.”

Chairbot received the user agreement over the station’s system. The agreement penalized the user financially or any harm to the store’s property. It also specified that the initial fee only close proximity with clothed property and any other interactions could be unlocked with future payments. There was a last cause, coded in dense jargon, that penalized the user for any damage inflicted on the store’s property.

It took Chairbot half a second to read, analyze and sign the agreement. He transferred it back, along with the initial fee listed. The motors inside his seat buzzed with anticipation.

The beige woman kept typing. “Go to the third door. You have three pulse cycles. More time can be purchased inside.”

Chairbot rolled over to the third door. It opened on its own. It was dark on the other side, though Chairbot’s sensors easily detected the dimensions of the small room and the one life sign. For a moment, he considered that this might be a trap and was tempted to roll away.

But then he remembered the wonderful green ass in the video monitor and decided to take the risk.

As Chairbot wheeled into the room, a dim light came to life in the ceiling. It illuminated a sparse room with a sink, waste receptacle and a cot along one wall. Holographic numbers appeared on the far wall, counting down. The door closed behind Chairbot as he rolled towards the center of the room.

A woman lied on the cot with her backside to Chairbot. She was a meter tall with a shiny white material stretched across her body like a second skin. Only her head was uncovered, to reveal green skin and curly blonde hair.

Chairbot stared at her bottom. The white fabric was a flimsy polymer on the wonderful ass. Even lying sideways, Chairbot could tell that this was the same ass from the display screen. A pleasure program activated inside his system by the sheer proximity to this remarkable ass.

The woman sat up and turned around. She turned off the small computer she had in her hand. Chairbot briefly wondered what secondary job she had been working on before deleting the query as unimportant.

More important to Chairbot was that now that she was sitting up, the woman’s ass was temporarily obscured from his view. The loss of visual contact triggered a despair program in Chairbot’s operating system. He became painfully aware of the speed that the holographic numbers were counting.

“Hello, my name is Ressy,” the woman said. Dimples formed in her cheeks when she smiled that reminded Chairbot of the dimples in her buttocks. “What is your name?”

Chairbot had to check the alias that Vaquel had created for him. “VaginaBreaker-216,” he replied.

“It is a pleasure to serve you, VaginaBreaker-216,” Ressy said. She stood up and turned around. The glorious polymer-covered bottom returned to Chairbot’s view. Giant globes flexed and shimmied under the white polymer.

“Does my ass meet your approval, VaginaBreaker-216?” Ressy asked.

“Yes!” Chairbot answered.

Ressy shifted her hips from left to right. The liquid-thin polymer covering her body glistened in the light. She reached back and grabbed both buttocks with her hands. The polymer looked like it was about to crack but held firm.

New pleasure programs came online inside Chairbot. No wait, he had experienced them before, but it was a long time ago. It was the same programs that activated when he first met Mistress. How interesting. That implied that there were rare enjoyments that could only be accessed when encountering new asses. That was valuable to know.

“I really shouldn’t do this for free, but there is something about your chassis that liquidates my assets,” Ressy said.

“Do what?” Chairbot asked.

Ressy let go of her buttocks and then expertly slapped her own ass. SMACK! The impact sent shockwaves through the polymer-covered ass.

Other programs turned on inside Chairbot. There were slight pleasure components in these programs but their overriding function was something else. Desire. Chairbot found himself overwhelmed with internal requests for more of that wonderful ass.

“Please don’t tell my bosses I did that,” Ressy said with practiced meekness. “They would be so angry.”

“Sit on my seat!” Chairbot snapped.

Ressy grabbed her ass again and pulled. The massive buttocks spread open but the white fabric skin obscured the growing crack of her ass.

“Pay the close contact fee first,” Ressy said.

Chairbot scanned the list of fees that been transferred to him. Close contact was one of the cheaper fees, but was still a significant portion of his budget. It would greatly impact his ability to buy weapons for Mistress.

Updated Purchase List

Two beam weapons capable of breaking Entitled force fields.
One ballistic weapon capable of penetrating Entitled armor.
(Cancelled) Three venomous weapons capable of poisoning an Entitled.
Two stun weapons capable of incapacitating an Entitled mechanized pseudo-body.
(Reduced from Five to Two) grenades capable of shredding Entitled armor and equipment.
One really cool looking knife.

Ressy released her buttocks and clenched her ass in front of Chairbot. Scanners told Chairbot how much force Ressy’s ass was generating between her cheeks. The need to feel that force for himself was insurmountable.

Chairbot authorized the credits. The station communications system made the necessary transactions. Once the transfer was finalized, the shop’s computer informed Ressy by the implant in her skull.

“Thank you, VaginaBreaker-216!” Ressy said. She looked over her shoulder. There was a triumphant smile that quickly faded.

“Do you want me to sit right on top of your cockpit?” she asked, a bit uncertain.

Chairbot had forgotten about the false Entitled pod on his chair seat. The programs that appreciated wonderful butts was eating into his short-term memory cycles. There was no way that he could get the woman to sit on him without crushing the pod.

“One moment, please,” Chairbot said.

Ressy frowned. “I’m sorry, I am not familiar with that word you said.”

Chairbot ignored her linguistic request. All of his attention was on moving that pod. He tinkered with the vibrational motors in his seat to create a tactile compression field. Once the field was established under the fake life-support pod, he moved the field and the pod to the back of his seat and up the back-support section of his chair. The motors in his back-support were designed for this, but Chairbot was capable of amazing engineering feats when it came to getting access a new ass.

“Oh, how versatile!” Jessy said.

“Now sit on my seat, please,” Chairbot said.

“There is that word, again, ‘please’,” Ressy said. “Is that a new term for sluts?”

Chairbot was about to answer when Ressy sat down on his seat. Abundant curves eclipsed the flat platform of Chairbot’s seat and spilled over the edges. Multiple pleasure programs activated, duplicated themselves and activated again. The thin material of the woman’s outfit blocked .08% of Chairbot’s sensors from detecting every muscle, every fat deposit and every structural design of the two heavenly buttocks.

“Queen’s tit,” Chairbot said to himself. It was one of Mistress’ orgasmic exclamations but it was appropriate here. He had no other terminology to describe the overwhelming grandeur he was experiencing.

The woman began to move. She braced her feet and clenched. Back and forth, she grinded her ass across Chairbot’s seat.

“Like that?” Ressy asked.

Pleasure programs filled Chairbot’s consciousness. Countless sensors scanned the composition of muscle and fat inside the woman’s ass. Euphoric reports overwrote non-critical memory storage spaces like fire hazard protocols and grappling resolutions.

In response to this unearthly ass-grinding, Chairbot’s vibration motors activated. Waves of vibrations pulsed against the woman’s bottom. The polymer sheath she wore stretched under the duress.

“Oh! Your chassis vibrates! It feels so good!” Ressy moaned.

“Take off your suit and it will feel better!” Chairbot said.

Ressy clenched on top of Chairbot’s seat. “I’d love too, but you have to pay for it first.”

Chairbot consulted the list of fees again. The listed amount triggered self-preservation warning systems. The ability to complete his purchasing mission for Mistress would be greatly compromised.

Ressy wiggled on Chairbot’s seat. The resulting pleasure programs consumed computing cycles necessary for threat-analysis. The decision became a lot easier.

Chairbot spent five whole seconds considering the consequences of spending more of Mistress’ money. Unfortunately, his risk-reward processor was spending all of its computing power on committing the grinding of Ressy’s plump ass into permanent memory storage. After failing to get an accurate risk assessment, Chairbot decided to just pay the damn fee.

Updated Purchase List

(Reduced from Two to One) beam weapons capable of breaking Entitled force fields.
One ballistic weapon capable of penetrating Entitled armor.
(Cancelled) Two stun weapons capable of incapacitating an Entitled mechanized pseudo-body.
(Reduced from Two to One) grenades capable of shredding Entitled armor and equipment.
One (moderately) cool looking knife.

Chairbot authorized the credits once again. A dread program tried to activate but was over-written by seven anticipation programs.

“Thank you, VaginaBreaker-216!” Ressy said. She stood up from Chairbot’s seat and pressed a button on the wall. A red light projected from the ceiling. The polymer covering on her body began to disintegrate.

As soon as Ressy had moved from Chairbot’s seat, Chairbot began to have second thoughts. Did he really just spend some of Mistress’ money to strip a woman? Mistress was going to kill him! He needed to leave right now before he wasted any more of her credits!

The last of Ressy’s outfit fell apart. She was completely naked. Two angelic green buttocks were exposed in all of their glory.

Chairbot’s guilt and fear were smothered by visual pleasure programs.

Without being told, Ressy sat back down on Chairbot. The ecstasy of bare skin against vibrational motors sent Chairbot into a stupor. He mapped out every millimeter of her ass while her cheeks clenched and quivered.

“Oh yes, you feel so good, VaginaBreaker-216!” Ressy moaned. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel good? Want to come out of your cockpit and let me touch you?”

Cockpit? Chairbot was confused for a moment before remembering he was impersonating a sentient phallus driving a chair-shaped body. She was offering to touch the fake dildo that Mistress stuffed in a box. That wouldn’t do much for him, but he thought of some other things.

“I want to exert a force field into your anal orifice,” Chairbot said. To sweeten the request, he increased the power of the vibrators in his seat.

“OH!” Ressy cried out. She gripped the edges of Chairbot’s seat. The vibrations caused ripples to form on her ass.

“I would love that, VaginaBreaker-216,” Ressy said. But you got, OH YES! Pay the fee first. OH FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

That was a bad idea. Even Chairbot’s compromised systems knew that. The resulting credit balance would be invoke Mistress’ rage and tendency towards revenge. He would be lucky if she didn’t eject him her ship.

Ressy’s buttocks clenched tighter. The intense vibrations caused her sex to flow with lubrication. She rubbed her ass back and forth and side to side against Chairbot’s seat.

Rational systems within Chairbot failed in exponential numbers. He calculated the damage if he paid the fee for penetration. The numbers were almost, but not quite, sobering.

Updated Purchase List

One beam weapon capable of breaking Entitled force fields.
(Cancelled) One ballistic weapon capable of penetrating Entitled armor.
(Cancelled) One grenade capable of shredding Entitled armor and equipment.
(Cancelled)One moderately cool looking knife.

Chairbot authorized the credits. A new program, entitled “Existential Gloom” came online. The concept of mortality cycled through the robot’s systems and introduced him to the speculation of what happens to a robot’s identify when it has been disassembled.

“Thank you, VaginaBreaker-216!” Ressy said. “Penetrate my ass at will!”

Chairbot set aside thoughts of eminent dissolution and acted on Ressy’s permission. His seat motors changed vibrational frequencies. A phallus made of projected force rose from the seat. Other vibrational forces pulled the green buttocks apart to expose her asshole. The rising phallus entered her ass and slowly expanded.

“OH FUCCCCCK,” Ressy said. There was no need for lube because there was no friction. One moment her ass was closed and now it was open. Tingling vibrations pushed deep inside of her.

“This is incredible!” Ressy said. “You’re going to make my assets liquidate, and for real! I’m not going to have to fak-FUCK!”

Ressy climaxed. The giant green buttocks quivered, clenched, spasmed and shook. Her anus clenched down with monstrous force but the force field inside her ass stayed firm. Fluid sprayed from her sex and soaked the floor.

Chairbot drowned in ass and pleasure programs. Every processor was dedicated to experiencing the bliss he was generating. Every other system became secondary, then tertiary until finally being knocked offline in preference to feeling the ecstasy of this amazing ass.

That included the force field holding Chairbot’s pseudo-cockpit to the back of his chair. The purple box fell and slid off Ressy’s back to land on the floor. The bottom corner of the box crumpled from the fall.

“Bankruptcy!” Ressy swore. She jumped up from Chairbot’s seat and knelt down beside the fallen box. “Holy RGN, are you all right?!”

The sudden removal of Ressy’s bottom deleted multiple pleasure programs. Chairbot felt himself returning to sanity. Enough pleasure programs remained to give him a sense of afterglow, but that pesky Existential Gloom program was refusing to go away.

“I’m alright,” Chairbot said. “Uh, the interior is much tougher than the exterior suggests. Could you put my cockpit back on my seat, please?”

“Right away, VaginaBreaker-216!” Ressy said. She picked up the box very carefully and set it back on Chairbot’s seat. The force fields reactivated and locked the seat in place.

“Want to go back to what we were doing?” Ressy asked.

Chairbot checked his systems. Curiously, the overwhelming desire for the green ass was lessened. He could make proper decisions again. It suggested that the experience of the new ass might have been more appealing than the ass itself. He would have to ponder that at a later date. If he survives Mistress.

“No thank you,” Chairbot said. “I must be going!”

“Too bad,” Ressy said. “Come back anytime!”

Chairbot didn’t answer. He rolled out of Ressy’s room and considered what he was going to tell Mistress when he returned. The Existential Gloom program took over two processors as he considered his options.

Explorer’s Log: Chairbot returned with only one lousy beam weapon and a nasty dent to the fake cockpit I attached to him. He claims he was mugged and threw himself at my mercy. It looks like I made the right choice in sending him. The damage to his cockpit looks ugly. Better him than me.

I told him he was being punished by not being allowed to touch my ass for a full day cycle. The meek robot eagerly accepted his punishment. Weird, I know how much he loves ass. He must feel really guilty about failing me. Good. He should. End Explorer’s Log.

Feb 032021
 

Explorer’s Log: This is my fourth day at the star system designated “The Exhausted Whimpers of the Queen’s Enemies,” by Royal Astronomers. After mining raw materials from the atmosphere-less fifth planet, I have been able to fabricate metals and components to repair most of the damaged inflicted on the probe ship by the Entitled I encountered weeks ago. Weapons and parts of the solar sails are still offline, but I will need to obtain rarer elements in order to continue those repairs.

The third planet in this system looks promising. Ruined cityscapes cover the planet. I detect the remnants of higher technologies mixed in with the rubble and blast craters. Some kind of massive war happened here but I detect no sighs of any active weapons of mass destruction.

What I do detect is groups of life signs engaged with battles with each other. Their weapons are small scale and personal. Initial observations cannot discern any sort of communications or greater organization. I suspect these are small bands of survivors fighting over the scraps of this world.

What is really curious is that a tiny fraction of the life signs read as the small phallic aliens known as the Entitled. The rest of the life signs are humanoid. Are these humanoids slaves or enemies? I shall see what I can discover when I go scavenging. End Explorer’s Log.

Vaquel Di opened her eyes. The open sky loomed above her, framed by three ruined walls. Her nipples ached. Pain flared along her back. The crotch of her spacesuit was soaked like she had just been fucked.

What happened? Where was she?

She turned her head. Grit pressed against her brown cheek. She saw the top of a set of stone stairs. Turning her head in the other direction, she saw a busted window and the ruined cityscape beyond.

Memories slowly crept forward. Vaquel was on this planet to look for materials to scavenge. The sound of battle had echoed all day. Her scanner indicated some sort of power cells on the third floor of this ruin. She had climbed the stairs and looked out the window. There had been a pink flash of light.

That was it. Vaquel couldn’t remember anything else. She tried to sit up but her pussy was too tender to move.

“I found her!” a voice yelled in Palatino.

“Move to secure!” a second voice commanded.

Vaquel battled her soreness to rise to her feet. A busty female humanoid was at the top of the stairs. She was naked except for a tactical harness that exposed her dark black breasts. A sparkling blue collar was around her neck. Frizzy black hair formed a halo around the woman’s head. She was barely a meter tall. Each hand held a short sword.

The woman dropped her swords and rushed towards Vaquel. Vaquel tried to fight her but her body was moving so slow. The woman pushed Vaquel onto her back and easily rolled her over. Vaquel was helpless as the woman slapped some sort of restraint around Vaquel’s wrists.

“Target secured, Biper!” the woman said.

“Sit her up, Posa, so we can get a look at her,” Biper replied.

Vaquel was rolled back onto her back. The dark woman grabbed Vaquel by her short pink hair but couldn’t get a grip. She grabbed Vaquel’s shoulders instead and pulled her to a sitting position.

Another short humanoid stood before Vaquel. She was a bluish color with long green hair pulled into a ponytail. Like her companion, the woman wore little in the way of clothing except for a pair of green open-crotch pants. A matching blue collar was around her neck. The rifle she carried was almost as tall as she was.

“Damn, her capacity for pleasure must be high if she is already awake,” Biper said. She pressed a button and the rifle’s barrel retracted by half. Now that it was smaller, she slung the weapon over her back.

A third humanoid came up the steps. She was yellow in color and had much smaller tits than the other two. Metal clamps pinched her nipples. A thick blue dildo jutted from her bare pussy. The way she walked indicated that she had something inserted into her ass. Her head was completely bald. A holster strapped around his hip carried a small pistol.

“Which Entitled does she belong to?” the bald woman said.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Biper said. “Though it is a good question. I have never seen a soldier with this many clothes before.”

Posa touched Vaquel’s neck. “I don’t feel a collar.”

“Could she belong to a Raider?” Rianca asked.

“Raiders don’t have harems, slubie,” Biper said. “That is what makes them raiders. They are too lazy to manage and dominate slaves so they steal from others. No, she might be an unclaimed clone.”

“I’m no clone,” Vaquel said. “I am a member of the Royal Navy serving Queen Erishella.”

“What is a Queen?” Posa asked.

“It is a woman who rules over everyone,” Vaquel said.

Biper laughed. “That is ridiculous. Only Entitled can rule people. She must be a defective clone. It would explain how big she is. Open her suit up.”

Posa pulled a small knife from her tactical rig. She pressed the knife point to the neck of Vaquel’s grey spacesuit. The sharp metal sliced through the flimsy material. Posa cut a seam between Vaquel’s large breasts and down to her metal belt.

Vaquel’s heavy tits popped free of the torn spacesuit. All three of the soldiers gasped. Rianca came closer and poked Vaquel’s dark breast with her finger.

“They’re bigger than my head!” Rianca said.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Rosa said. She tried to cup one of Vaquel’s tits with her hand. The small palm barely covered an aureole.

Vaquel groaned. Her breasts were sensitive to the touch. What exactly had they shot her with?

“Let’s get a look at her ass,” Biper said. “If it is as big as her fun sacks, then Master ReamCreamer-0990 is going to give us a huge reward. Maybe even promotions.”

Posa pushed Vaquel back down onto the ground and then her rolled over. Vaquel felt her strength returning and tried to fight back. It was futile with her hands bound. Rianca braced her knee on Vaquel’s back while Posa applied to the knife to Vaquel’s buttocks.

Vaquel froze as she felt the knife point press against the small of her back. The knife pierced her space suit with ease. She laid perfectly still as Posa cut a circular hole around her buttocks. Posa tore the material away and then laid a dark hand on her brown ass.

“It is just the way he likes it,” Posa said. Her hand squeezed. “ReamCreamer-0990 is going to fuck this loot box for week solid.”

“Good,” Biper said. “He has been in a shit mood ever since GagLord-4444 captured three of us yesterday.”

“I miss Nayley too,” Rianca said.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Biper and Posa said together.

“Should I call ReamCreamer-0990 and report this in, or do you want to?” Posa asked.

“Not yet,” Biper said. “It is another hour before we need to check in. I say we take a turn with this mutant clone before we turn her in collaring and training. I want to see if that big mouth of hers knows how to munch my depot.”

“But ReamCreamer-0990 cut our orgasm rations after our defeat!” Rianca interjected. “it is against orders to feel pleasure for another fifty hours.”

“Get smart, slubie,” Biper said. “I have been in five different harems since I stepped out of the clone banks. One thing I have learned is that Masters only care about fucking and taking shit away from other Masters. Part of being a harem soldier is learning when to look out for yourself. We’re all going to take a turn with this mutant’s face and maybe play with her loot box. Got it?”

Vaquel groaned. They planned to abuse her? The thought sent a fresh gush of heat to her wet pussy.

“I don’t know,” Rianca replied.

“Shut up, Rianca!” Vaquel snapped.

“You heard the mutant,” Biper said. “Posa, roll this slubie over. As long as we leave her ass alone, ReamCreamer-0990 will be happy.”

Vaquel was pulled back over onto her back. This time, Vaquel didn’t resist and in fact, she helped. Grit from the floor poked her bare ass. As Biper approached Vaquel’s legs, the space explorer spread her legs in submission.

“See? She spreads her legs like a soldier,” Biper said. She got down on her knees between Vaquel’s legs. Producing her own knife from her pants, she cut a hole around Vaquel’s crotch. She tore the grey spacesuit material away to reveal the thick pink bush of Vaquel’s pubic hair.

“Wow, she is soaking wet!” Riance said.

“Open your mouth, Rianca,” Biper said. She pushed three small fingers into Vaquel’s exposed sex. The fingers sunk into Vaquel’s wet heat and then withdrew. The blue fingers were covered in glistening juices.

Rianca opened her mouth. Biper put her wet fingers into Rianca’s mouth and Riance closed her lips around them. The subordinate soldier moaned her delight.

Biper grabbed one of the clamps around Rianca’s yellow nipples. As Rianca sucked Vaquel’s juices, Biper twisted the clamp. Rianca rose to her toes and her face contorted in pain, but the obedient soldier kept sucking.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She hadn’t seen such dominance and abuse of rank since her days at the Navy Academy. It made her pussy ache worse than it already was.

Biper pulled her fingers out of Rianca’s mouth and let go of her nipple clamp. She slapped the yellow woman on the ass and pointed at Vaquel’s chest. “Play with her ammo dumps, slubie!”

Rianca dropped to her naked knees beside Vaquel. She grabbed Vaquel’s nipples in each hand and pulled. The tony hands were like clamps of their own as they pulled on the hard nipples.

“Permission to assault her face first?” Posa asked.

“Granted,” Biper said. She jammed her fingers back into Vaquel’s slick sex.

Posa braced her dark feet to either side of Vaquel’s head. Juices dripped from the smooth pussy lips. The soldier squatted down and lowered her sex directly to Vaquel’s mouth. The shortness of her legs meant her crotch was fully settled onto Vaquel’s trapped head.

Vaquel opened her lips. The fruity taste of the woman’s sex surprised her. The small sex didn’t give Vaquel’s tongue much room to work with but she made up for it with enthusiasm. She rapidly licked the alien soldier pussy with mouth-watering need.

Biper curled her fingers inside Vaquel’s sex. The tiny hand formed a fist within her. She pushed in and out of Vaquel’s larger pussy with increasing speed. The slickness of Vaquel’s sex with ease.

“She might be too big for ReamCreamer-0990,” Biper said. “It is a good thing he only fucks asses. If he fucked this giant loot box he might feel inadequate.”

“Maybe he could wear some sort of a sleeve to make him bigger,” Rianca said.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Biper snapped. “And keep working those turrets.”

Rianca pulled harder on Vaquel’s nipples. Vaquel whimpered into Posa’s sex. As Rianca leaned in close and bit the side of Vaquel’s breasts. Sharp teeth clamped down on Vaquel’s sensitive brown globes.

“Whoa!” Biper said. “She clenched so hard that she nearly broke my hand.” It didn’t stop her from continuing to fist Vaquel’s gushing sex.

“Oh, waste buckets!” Posa cried. Her dark thighs quivered as held her squatting pose. Vaquel’s mouth was sealed onto her pussy lips. She had to reach down and brace herself on Rianca’s shoulders to keep her position.

“The mutant is going to make me boom!” Posa cried.

Vaquel barely heard her. She was focused on the fruity juices flowing from the alien’s sex. Her tongue found three different nubs of flesh that might have bene clitorises. Vaquel licked and sucked on each one in a rapid rotation.

“Boom!” Posa cried. She spasmed uncontrollably. The halo of her frizzy black hair shook wildly.

“I want some of that,” Biper said. “Get up, Posa. Rianca, eat this mutant’s loot box.”

“Right away!” Rianca said.

Three bodies shifted around Vaquel. The weight of Posa’s body left her face. Hands and teeth released her tits. A small fist left her sex. Vaquel stayed where she was; her face soaking wet but not as wet as her hungry cunt.

Biper mounted Vaquel’s face facing away from Vaquel’s body. The rough fabric of the soldier’s green pants pressed against Vaquel’s cheeks. The blue pussy lips were dripping wet in the open crotch of the pants. Biper grabbed Vaquel’s head as she grinded her sex into Vaquel’s face.

Vaquel tried to lick but Biper was moving too fast. The alien soldier was fucking her face. Vaquel’s nose, lips and chin were ground into the slick pussy.

A small mouth pressed against Vaquel’s pussy. She felt Rianca settle in between her thighs. An eager tongue licked Vaquel’s outer sex lips with only teasing flicks going any deeper. Hot breath tickled Vaquel’s pubic hairs. Firm hands pressed down on Vaquel’s thighs even though she had no intention of ever closing them.

Where was Posa? Vaquel got her answer when a hand slapped the side of her breasts. The small but powerful hand struck like a paddle. Before Vaquel could process the pain, a backhanded slap struck her other breast.

Vaquel was in a state of euphoric delirium. Her body was already super-sensitized from whatever the fuck they had shot her with. The act of being stripped and judged had triggered all of her masochistic tendencies. Having her face used while her sex was being stimulated was sending her to another level of pleasure. The hard slapping of her breasts was just the final push she needed to go over the edge and into a hard orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed into Biper’s grinding crotch. Her back arched and her bound hands pushed into the ruined floor. Spams ran down her spread-open thighs.

The soldiers took no heed of her climax. Rianca kept licking Vaquel’s pussy. Posa kept punishing her tits. Biper mercilessly rubbed her sex into Vaquel’s face.

“I can’t wait until ReamCreamer-0990 is done fucking this slubie’s ass,” Biper grunted between thrusts. “I am going to fuck her face every shift!”

“I’m going to use all of my clamps on these ammo dumps,” Posa said after a hard slap.

Rianca said something into Vaquel’s pussy but no could understand her and no asked her to repeat herself.

Vaquel wondered if this would be her fate. Would she become an ass slave to some alien cock? Was she destined to die while fighting meaningless wars between armed harems? Was she to spend the rest of her days eating pussy and getting her breasts slapped and clamped?

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted as she climaxed again.

“Boom!” Biper yelled. The grinding of her crotch onto Vaquel’s face came to a sudden stop. Her pants clenched tightly around Vaquel’s head. Tremors ran through her body.

Posa gave Vaquel’s heavy tits one more slap. Stinging pain shot through her massive globe. As Biper’s body shuddered on Vaquel’s face, Vaquel trembled and rode out the pain in her tit.

As for Rianca, the submissive soldier kept licking Vaquel’s soaked sex.

“PING!” A high-pitched note rang from three collars. Biper dismounted from Vaquel’s face in an instant and stood at attention. Posa and Rianca did as well. They grabbed their breasts and held them up as if for inspection.

Vaquel looked up at them in a post-orgasmic haze. What was going on?

Holograms projected from the soldiers’ collars. The holograms merged to form a floating white sphere covered in weapons. Jutting from the center of the sphere was a thick yellow phallus covered in black stripes. The phallus throbbed with malignant urgency.

“All fighting soldiers report back to base!” ReamCreamer-0990 shouted. “Enemies are inside my base, killing my slaves!”

“Yes, Master!” all three soldiers shouted. The hologram vanished and the women let go of their breasts.

“Rianca, grab the mutant’s legs and I’ll get her arms,” Posa said. “She’s heavy but the two of us might be able to carry her.”

“Forgot that,” Biper said, unslinging her rifle. “If we try to carry her back, we’ll be easy pickings for whomever is invading the base. I have no wish to join a new harem today. Posa, you come with me and we’ll help defend the base. Rianca, you keep your useless ass here and guard the captive. We’ll come back for her when it is safe. Don’t fuck this up, Rianca!”

“Right away!” Rianca said. “I won’t let you down.”

“You better not,” Posa said, picking up her swords. “Or we will double the clamps on your ammo dumps and triple the size of the punishment rods in your loot boxes.”

Rianca shivered with fear.

Biper and Posa went down the stairs. Rianca walked over to one of the busted windows and looked out. She idly touched the dildo in her pussy and played with it while keeping watching.

Vaquel rolled over onto her side. She lifted one leg up into the air. Juices dripped from the wet bush of her pussy.

“Hey, Rianca,” Vaquel said.

“What?” Rianca said from her post.

“Do you want to keeping eating my pussy?” Vaquel said.

Rianca turned towards Vaquel and licked her lips. “I’ll get plenty of chances once we get back to base. Then you will be the newest soldier and I will be your senior officer.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Vaquel said. “I’ve seen how little respect the others have for you. I’m bigger than you and more exotic. They will promote me over you almost right away. Then I will sit on your face and slap your tiny ammo dumps.”

Rianca frowned. “We’ll see about that!” She stormed over to Vaquel and kicked Vaquel in the breasts. Vaquel grunted and rolled over onto her back. Rianca dropped down between Vaquel’s thighs and angrily pushed her face into Vaquel’s wet sex.

Vaquel clamped her thighs around Rianca’s bald head. The soldier’s eyes bulged as Vaquel’s brown legs cinched tight. She clawed and scratched at Vaquel’s thighs but they wouldn’t budge. Desperate, she reached for the pistol on her hip.

“No, no, no,” Vaquel said. “Touch that weapon and I will squish your head flat. Don’t doubt that I will do it.”

Rianca whimpered into Vaquel’s pussy.

“Now release these cuffs,” Vaquel commanded.

Rianca nodded submissively and reached for Vaquel’s hands. Vaquel lifted her hips and formed a bridge so the shorter alien could reach her hands. Rianca’s fingers found the control dial and turned it. The cuffs popped free.

“Yes,” Vaquel hissed, pulling her hands out from under her. With her thighs still clamped around the soldier’s head, she rubbed her wrists. Circulation slowly flowed back into her hands.

Rianca mumbled something into Vaquel’s pussy. She might have been begging for mercy.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Vaquel said. She delivered one swift punch for Rianca’s trapped face. The soldier’s body went limp.

Vaquel opened her legs and rolled the unconscious soldier away from her. Adrenaline raced through her body. This planet was more dangerous than she expected! She needed to forgot about scavenging and just return to the ship as fast as possible.

“Well, maybe I can scavenge one thing,” Vaquel said. She bent down towards Rianca’s prone body. She took hold of the blue dildo lodged in the soldier’s pussy and pulled. Out came a small, but impressively thick plastic cock. Alien juices dripped from the toy.

“When I fuck myself with this tonight,” Vaquel said out loud, “I will be thinking of how Biper and Posa will punish you for fucking this up.”

Rianca’s unconscious body didn’t answer.

Jan 062021
 

Explorer’s Log: This is day thirty-nine of my journey to the star system designated “The Exhausted Whimpers of the Queen’s Enemies,” by Royal Astronomers. Despite leaving Interplanetary Championship Alliance space ten days ago, I have yet to see any sign of the species that lays claim to this area of space. There are no patrol ships, space stations or even a message beacon announcing their claim to this territory. Perhaps they are not that advanced or have a pitiful appreciation of property.

I was told that the species here were called “The Entitled,” but it is unclear if that is a personal designation or one given to them by others. So far, I am not impressed. They leave their borders undefended. They are probably hopelessly naïve and gentle. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I dreamed of home last night. In my dream, I was back at the Royal Navy Academy, getting spanked by senior officers who had raided our barracks. The officers fucked me and my fellow recruits without mercy or humanity. I woke up a horny mess and sat on Chairbot’s vibrators for an hour before starting my day.

Damn, I miss Euphoria. I miss my own kind. The last species I encountered, the Goxx, were cool and well-endowed, but they were also a bit on the gentle side. Such consideration and kindness have left me feeling deprived and horny.

Vaquel Di looked at her pink hair. There was nothing else to look at in this empty area of space. It had been a while since she cut her hair and the short length was creeping down over her ears. There was a hint of bangs over her forehead.

“Maybe I should grow it long?” Vaquel mused out loud. She had long hair when she joined the Royal Navy. The instructors had used her hair as a leash when they disciplined her. During combat training, instructors had pulled her hair to throw her off balance. When she had clandestine sex during her training missions, her fellow trainees would grab her hair to establish dominance. She got rid of the length and found the short hair much more practical. Maybe it was safe to grow it all out again.

“ALERT! INCOMING SHIPS DETECTED!”

“Finally,” Vaquel said. She sat up in Chairbot’s seat. The loyal robot chair adjusted his contours to provide better back support.

The tactical screen displayed the approaching ships. That was odd. One was directly ahead of her while the other two were to the ship’s starboard. If they were a patrol, it was a sloppy formation.

“These Entitled must be as lax as I suspected,” Vaquel said.

“Show them no mercy, Mistress,” Chairbot said.

“Ha, you are a bloodthirsty little robot,” Vaquel said. “You just like how much my ass clenches during combat. Remember, I am on a scouting mission for the Queen to invade later. For now, we have to play nice.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot said. She could tell he was sulking by the way the arm rests lowered a few centimeters.

Vaquel opened a channel to the approaching ships. The outgoing transmission beamed a video of her from the waist up. Her immense breasts strained against the purple material of her spacesuit. She smiled at the camera and tried to exude harmlessness.

“Greetings from the planet of Euphoria,” Vaquel said. “I am Vaquel Di, an explorer to your system. I come with peaceful intentions and a message of diplomacy from the great Queen Erishella.”

Responses came from all three ships. The monitor split into three equal parts. In each triad, there was an image of a yellow phallus. There were black stripes on one phallus, a metal piercing on the second and the third had red spots. All three were turgid and pulsing.

Conflicting audio crackled from the speakers. The language was a crude variation of Palatino. The computer isolated the messages and played them in turn.

“Get ready to get fucked, slubie!”

“You got a stupid looking ship but I am still going to fuck you!”

“Bend over and open wide, holebearer!”

“What the fuck?” Vaquel said out loud. These beings were not interested in exchanging pleasantries. Did they even represent the Entitled or were they just raiders?

“INCOMING MISSLES” the ship announced.

“Evasive maneuvers!” Vaquel yelled. “Arm weapons! Activate sensor countermeasures! Chairbot, strap me down!”

“Yay!” Chairbot said. Metal arms wrapped around Vaquel’s waist and chest. The robot used his magnetic fields to lock himself down to the floor.

The ship swerved to dodge missiles from the ship to the front. Weapons activated and diverted power from all non-combat functions. The ship’s interior gravity resistors switched off and Vaquel was pushed hard into Chairbot’s seat. She gritted her teeth as the ship spun through a dazzling sequence of twists and turns.

“ENEMY SHIP DESTROYED!” the ship announced.

“How? We haven’t opened fire yet?” Vaquel asked.

She checked the tactical screen. One of the ships that had been approaching from her right was now a mess of shattered debris and emergency force fields. The ship nearest it swung back around and raked the debris with laser fire.

“These fuckers aren’t working together,” Vaquel said. “They are in competition.”

Vaquel grabbed the controls of the weapons. Ten separate systems targeted the nearest ship. She unleashed a hail of lasers, plasma, micro missiles and ion blasts.

The enemy ship blasted her missiles with small missiles of their own. Lasers reflected off defensive force fields. Plasma collided into the ship and barely scorched its armor. It was completely unharmed.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. It had been ages since she met a species with equivalent weapon technology. A shiver of fear ran down her spine.

Curiously, her pussy clenched with wet heat.

The back of the pursing ship exploded. The other ship was back in the fight. The ship chasing Vaquel broke off its pursuit to turns towards the more dangerous foe.

“Fuck it, we need to get out of here,” Vaquel said. “Activate the stealth field and plot a course out of here at maximum speed.”

The lights dimmed from the enormous power drain of the stealth field. Weapons cycled down to compensate for the loss of power. That fine. The ship was now invisible to all known sensor arrays. They should be safe now.

“ENEMY SHIP DESTROYED!” the computer announced.

“That was quick,” Vaquel said. Weapon and defense technologies usually followed parallel paths. Most beings liked survival over killing, but these beings must put a higher priority on weapons. That spoke to a certain savage mindset.

“ENEMY SHIP APPROACHING AND CLOSING FAST.”

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel snapped. She checked the tactical screen. The ship was coming straight for her. It couldn’t be a coincidence. These assholes knew right where she was.

“Deactivate stealth field and power up-“

BOOM! The ship shook violently. Vaquel lurched forward, held in place only by Chairbot’s protective arms. Warning lights flashed all across the console.

“Damage report!” Vaquel yelled.

“PORT SOLAR SAIL DISABLED. MULTIPLE HULL BREACHES. PLASMA CANNON TWO, THREE AND FOUR ARE OFFLINE!”

Vaquel was about to give another order when she looked out the window. The attacking ship had come to a stop directly in front of her. Glowing a dark red, the shape of the ship resembled a jagged knife. It was a sleek, nasty looking craft with multiple sharp edges. Whether the edges were weapon ports or for decoration, Vaquel didn’t know. Either way, she admired the way that vessel projected hostility.

“Fire everything at the enemy!” Vaquel yelled. It was a futile gesture but maybe the closer range would get past some of the attacking ship’s defenses.

A torrent of green energy flew from the enemy vessel. Vaquel’s ship shook again. There was a smell of melting metal. The warning lights on the console died. The ship’s interior illumination cut out. When the emergency lights failed to come on, Vaquel knew they had suffered a catastrophic systems failure.

“What do we do, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel didn’t answer. The probe ship was dead in space. They had no way to escape or fight back. All they could do was wait for the enemy to finish them off.

“Fuck that,” Vaquel said to herself. She grabbed her glassteel helmet and slapped it over her head. The suit’s automatic systems secured the helmet and activated internal life support. Shoulder lamps turned on to illuminate the dark interior of the probe ship. Floating in zero gravity, she kicked her way to the weapon’s locker and grabbed a plasma pistol and a vibration sword.

“Our ship is dead,” Vaquel said. “If we get out the airlock, we might be able to jet across, latch onto their ship and cut out way inside.”

Chairbot rolled over to the airlock on his magnetized wheels. “That does not seem likely, Mistress.”

“Yeah, it sure as fuck doesn’t but I am not going to sit here and die.”

CLUNK! The probe ship vibrated once more. Vaquel tensed for an imminent explosion but it didn’t come. She looked out the nearest window and saw that the enemy craft had extended metal arms to grab Vaquel’s probe ship. A shimmering blue field formed a cylinder between their two vessels.

“Change of plan,” Vaquel said. “They appear to be boarding us. Alright, we’ve done this before. I’ll fight them or try to seduce them. Chairbot, you pretend to be a chair and hack the other ship’s computers. We got this.”

A part of the ceiling glowed. Vaquel sighed and stepped to the side. There was a perfectly good airlock over to the side but these assholes had to cut their own way in. That was just rude.

A chunk of the ceiling vanished. A small metal robot floated down. Barely over a meter tall, it was humanoid in shape with two arms and two legs but no head. Video images of breasts played across the metal body except for the ridiculously large codpiece between its legs. There were over forty separate screens displaying tits of all shapes, sizes and colors.

Vaquel hesitated, a bit distracted by the images of jiggling breasts, but only for a second. She activated the vibration knife and swung for the robot’s chest. Sparks flew as the vibrating blade came in contact with an invisible force field inches from the robot’s body. With her other hand, Vaquel fired her plasma pistol at point blank range into the robot’s leg. The plasma ricocheted off the force field and melted a nearby wall panel.

“Pathetic shit-popper!” the robot screeched.

The robot attacked. It pointed one arm at Vaquel and a small cannon in the palm of the hand fired a ball of blue energy at her. The ball struck Vaquel in the stomach and sent her flying backwards in the zero gravity. She slammed into a wall and the air rushed out of her lungs.

“You fight like a pregnant ass-washer!” the robot yelled.

Before Vaquel could react, the robot flew towards her. It grabbed her by the wrists and squeezed. Intense pain forced her hands to open and drop her weapons. The robot then spun around in the air, holding onto Vaquel as it slammed her backside into the floor.

Pain spasmed along Vaquel’s back. The air rushed out of her chest again. The back of her head had slammed into the glassteel helmet and stars burst in front of her eyes.

“Are you going to start fighting?” the robot mocked.

“This is bad,” Vaquel thought. “I hope Chairbot is doing better.”

Chairbot screamed. It was a piercing cry that cut short after a second. Vaquel had never heard the loyal robot make such a noise.

“Did that chair just try to hack my systems?” the robot asked. “Stupid!”

The robot still had Vaquel by the wrists. A panel in the machine’s chest opened and a large tube emerged. It sprayed something green at her legs. The green goo solidified and pinned Vaquel’s legs to the floor.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. She tried to pull her hands free but the robot’s grip was too tight. The robot’s goo gun splatted each of her hands. The gel pinned her hands to the floor, yet curiously didn’t restrict the robot from removing his hands from the goo.

“What kind of milk-bagger are you?” the robot asked. It planted its feet to either side of Vaquel’s hips. “You are too small to be a Goxx, and too tall to be a Bayper.”

“I’m a Euphorian!” Vaquel said. “I am an emissary from the mighty Queen Erishella and her dreadful army! She will smite you for your attack on me!”

“Not if her weapons are as limp as yours,” the robot said. It grabbed Vaquel’s belt and ripped it from her spacesuit. The robot tossed her belt and it’s equipment like it was rubbish.

“Now let’s see what kind of fun pillows you got,” the robot said.

The robot grabbed Vaquel’s chest. Sharp edges emerged from the metal fingertips and tore into her suit. Vaquel winced, expecting her skin to get cut, but the robot’s fingers were unexpectedly careful. The robot pulled and tore the purple suit open.

Vaquel’s large brown breasts popped free. The robot paused. There was a groaning sound. The breasts on the multiple screens froze.

“Loot!” the robot yelled.

There was a crack in the codpiece. Light spilled from the crack. The codpiece opened to reveal a thick yellow phallus. Red spots dotted the sides. Cables and wires plugged into the base of the pulsing cock.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “I recognize you from the hailing messages. You’re a creature and this robot is just a vehicle for you, isn’t it? You’re just a fucking cock!”

“I am one of the Entitled, holebearer,” the speaker on the robot said. “Our species is so advanced that we don’t need your stupid legs and arms all that other shit. The galaxy is our playground and you are just another tit-wearer for me to fuck.”

A chill ran through Vaquel’s body. The malevolent arrogance of the yellow phallus was terrifying. It reminded her of home. That must be why she was so wet right now.

Two small nozzles emerged from the robot’s legs. Hot liquid sprayed from the ports and onto Vaquel’s breasts. The fluid clung to her breasts.

“I’m going to be the first Entitled to fuck these treasure boxes,” the robot said.

The robot squatted down on its metal legs. It lowered the spotted phallus into the canyon of Vaquel’s tits. The metal hands grabbed the sides of her breasts and squeezed them around the alien cock.

“Fuuuuck,” the robot moaned. “These are rare loot bags.”

Vaquel groaned as well. The alien phallus was hot to the touch. It was a contrast to the cold metal hands. The warm fluid oozed along her skin.

The hips of the robot began to pump. The pale phallus slid back and forth along Vaquel’s breasts. The fluid lubricated the rough thrusting.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” the robot groaned.

Vaquel pulled on her hands and legs. The green goo pinned her down. She tried to wiggle but the robot’s hands on her tits kept her in place. There was not a damn thing she could do to resist this abuse of her chest.

This alien cock had completely disabled her. He had dominated her in seconds. Stripped, and humiliated, he was now using her at her leisure.

She was so turned on.

“Fuck me,” Vaquel moaned.

“I am, slubie,” the robot said. It continued to fuck her tits.

“No, fuck my pussy,” Vaquel said. “I am so wet right now. Claim my wet hole and make it yours.”

“I fuck breasts, not holes,” the robot said. “That is why my designation is ChestDriller-912. Your fuck pillows are all I want.”

Vaquel’s pussy ached. Domination, verbal abuse and denial? It was becoming more and more like home by the second.

“Please,” Vaquel begged. “If you won’t fuck me, let me fuck myself. Release one of my hands.”

The phallus throbbed between Vaquel’s breasts. It undulated and wiggled like a snake. The spots raised to form irregular ridges.

“Beg me,” ChestDriller-912 said.

Vaquel whimpered. “Please let me fuck myself. My cunt is so wet right now. I promise to do anything. Just let me touch myself, please!”

“Louder,” ChestDriller-912 demanded. The phallic alien gyrated between her breasts.

“Please let me fuck myself! Please! Please! PLEASE!”

The metal hands crushed her slippery tits around the thrusting alien.

“Tell me I am the biggest to ever fuck your milk bags!” ChestDriller-912 shouted.

“You’re the biggest fucking alien cock I have ever seen!” Vaquel lied with convincing passion. “No one has ever fucked my tits this hard! You are like a cargo ship on my chest!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” blasted from the robot’s speakers.

“Please let me touch myself! Just give me one hand!” Vaquel begged.

“No, slubie!” ChestDriller-912 shouted.

The yellow phallus spasmed between Vaquel’s breasts. A thick stream of seed shot from the head of the member. Most of it splattered against the bottom of Vaquel’s bubble helmet, but a large strand of yellow seed landed across the front.

Babbling moans came from the speakers. The robot pushed for one more thrust and then let go of Vaquel’s breasts. As the robot stood up, Vaquel noticed that the alien phallus was still big and hard, although a bit darker in color.

“Please,” Vaquel begged. Hot seed coated her breasts. The yellow seed clung to the face of her helmet.

“Shut up,” ChestDriller-912 said. “Need to add you to my collection.”

One of the breast images on the robot’s chest went dark. A moment later, an image of Vaquel’s tits appeared. They jiggled and moved as if Vaquel was jumping up and down. Vaquel was impressed with the physic-simulation program that animated her breasts.

“What happens now?” Vaquel said. She pulled at the goo holding her hands and legs but they held fast.

The Entitled didn’t answer. The codpiece closed around the phallic alien and sealed tight. The robot levitated upwards. It exited the probe ship through the hole it had cut earlier. Vaquel saw the force field that had linked both their ships and kept her interior pressurized.

Once the Entitled was back in his ship, that force field fashioned.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. The probe ship depressurized. The air was instantly sucked out of the ship. Loose items like Vaquel’s belt, her weapons and a few dildoes flew out into the void of space.

Vaquel screamed. The goo held her in place but her spacesuit was still open. Without her belt controls, she had no way to seal her suit. It would be only moment before she died of exposure.

She couldn’t believe it. The alien cock had fucked her tits and left her to die. She didn’t think it was out of malice but sheer indifference. They truly were the Entitled.

The lights to the probe ship came back on. Emergency force fields activated around the breach in the ship. Vaquel heard the pump of the air cyclers. What was going on?

“Mistress! Are you okay?” Chairbot said. “I tried to make contact with the enemy ship but it counterattacked with ninety-thousand attacks to my systems! I had to divert all of my resources to denying their attempts to hijack me. I was just now only able to function again now that the attacks have stopped. The ship had been breached so I plugged into the ship and supplied the emergency systems with my own power. Are you okay? What is that yellow substance on your chest and helmet? Would you like to stand up and sit down on me?”

Vaquel took a moment to collect herself. She found it hard to think over the pounding of her heart. Her tits ached from the rough handling and the brief expose to the vacuum of space. The need in her neglected pussy was as strong as ever. It was all very overwhelming.

“Mistress?” Chairbot asked. It rolled over to Vaquel’s bound body.

“Get rid of this shit on my hands,” Vaquel said.

Chairbot moved to Vaquel’s hand. One wheel went over the goo and rolled back and forth. Slowly, very slowly, the hardened goop began to crumble.

Vaquel sighed and stared at the alien seed drying on the front of her bubble helmet. The Entitled had nearly killed her, and that was just one of the damn species. What was it going to be like as she goes deeper into their space? Did she have any chance of survival?

“Guess I better cut my hair after all,” Vaquel said. She was going to need every advantage she could get.

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.

Nov 182020
 

Explorer’s Log: It is day thirty-six of my fifty day journey to the star system designated “The Queen Only Loves You When You’re Obeying,” by Royal Astronomers. I have worked out what was wrong with the air recycler and it is now operating at peak efficiency. The power cells were running hot and needed to be adjusted. The burnt pubic hair smell is still lingering and I pray to the Queen that it goes away soon.

This morning I received a message from a recreation barge. They inquired if I was interested in being a guest for something called, “a fan convention”. My explorations in the Interplanetary Championship Alliance has turned me into a minor celebrity. Apparently, the passengers on the ship want to know more about me.

It sounds strange, but the recreation barge has agreed to synchronize with my journey so I will not lose any travel time while visiting. They have also offered me food, the use of their luxury bathing suites and something called “commemorative swag”. In order to learn more about these unusual customs for the Queen, I will accept their invitation. End explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Getting off the ship means I can give the probe ship time to flush out the burnt pubic hair smell. I don’t quite understand what a fan convention is, but I imagine it will involve a lot of people worshiping me. Will there be statues made in my honor? Can I expect choirs to sing my praises? I can’t wait to see what kind of throne they make for me.

“Hello, Vaquel Di,” the Goxx male said. “I want to say something about your encounter with Ailynn, the Champion of Speed. I am a big fan of Ailynn and I thought her battle against the Jonner during the Finite Crisis was one of the best performances of any champion anywhere. The way she smashed through the Borbite Mountain to cause that avalanche was a brilliant use of her power, though I think she might have been more effective if she had doubled her momentum in order to fragment the boulders into smaller chunks.”

Vaquel Di shifted in her chair. The seat cushion reminded her of the thermal plating on her ship; cold and inflexible. The back wasn’t much better. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table in front of her. The microphone pointed at her face amplified the sigh from her lips.

Two hundred Goxx stared back at Vaquel as the male kept talking about a battle that Vaquel had never heard of. It was a sea of grey faces on the edge of their own uncomfortable seats. Some of them had dyed their mohawks the same shade of pink as Vaquel’s hair. A few were even dressed in homemade skintight suits that were decent imitations of Vaquel’s own outfits. All of them looked at her with rapt fascination.

“I noticed that when Ailynn carried you, she stood up straight and held you to her. That is interesting because when she met the Champion of Illusion, she had one foot back and to the side. I think she did that stance because of the height difference and also-“

Vaquel couldn’t believe that she put on her transparent purple spacesuit for this. She had been here for an hour and it had just been one long line of Goxx asking questions and sharing personal stories. They could barely see her heavy brown breasts. The table prevented anyone from admiring her pink pubic bush. This was not the worship she was expecting.

“And do you have a question?” said Kogeryn, seated to Vaquel’s left. She was the Goxx female who was moderating this ordeal. Vaquel admired how Kogeryn painted her mouth tusks pink.

“Oh, uh, yes,” the Goxx fan said. “What did Ailynn smell like?”

“Don’t really remember,” Vaquel said. A floating drone amplified her answer for the crowd. “Next question.”

The crushing look of disappointment on the fan’s gray face boosted Vaquel’s spirits. If these fans weren’t going to worship her properly, maybe it was up to her to teach them. It would give them a taste of what is expected when Vaquel’s Queen conquers them in the future.

A cute Goxx male took the place of the previous questioner. He wore a shirt that bore a cartoon image of Vaquel riding a rocket while naked. There was a look of awe in his eyes that Vaquel appreciated.

“Hello, Vaquel Di,” the Goxx said. “My question, is-“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Vaquel said. She stood up and the microphone drone followed her. Using the chair as a step, Vaquel climbed onto the table. She put her hands on her hips and assumed her best commanding stance.

“Is there something wrong?” Krogeryn asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” Vaquel said. “I’m just not going to answer any more questions without a proper tribute first. You, come over here and play with my pussy. If it is a good question, I’ll let you touch my bare skin.”

The fan looked at the moderator. Krogeryn’s face flushed to a lighter shade of grey.

“We don’t do these kinds of things in public,” Krogeryn said. “When it comes to sexual pleasure, we prefer to keep that private.”

“What are you talking about?” Vaquel asked. “The first time I met a Champion, I fucked him in front of an arena full of people. Every other champion I have fucked, there have been camera drones broadcasting it to everyone. Your entire Alliance has seen me fuck.”

“Yes, but everything that the Champions do is considered public knowledge,” Krogeryn explained. “The public has a right to every detail of a Champion’s life. The same doesn’t apply to non-Champions. Sexual contact is a private thing.”

“Wait, are you telling me that you don’t have media of non-champions fucking each other?”

Krogeryn shook her head. “Why would we?”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “No wonder your species is obsessed with Champions. They are the only sex you get to watch. That is almost too sad to think about.”

“I’m not sure why anyone would want to see other people fuck,” Krogeryn said. Addressing the fan at the head of the ling, “With that settled, why don’t you ask Vaquel your question?”

“No, no,” Vaquel interrupted. “I can’t help it if your species is too prudish. I have needs, and if I am going to answer any more questions, I am going to have to get this pussy rubbed. Besides, don’t you want to massage the same orifice that Champions have fucked?”

“I don’t think you understand,” Krogeryn said.

“Actually, I would like to do that a lot,” the fan said.

“See? Let’s give the fans what they want,” Vaquel said.

Several snorts came from the assembled Goxx. Vaquel understood that the snorts were how they showed appreciation. As the snorts grew, Krogeryn’s shoulders slumped down.

“Okay, if you really want to,” Krogeryn said.

The fan smiled nervously and approached Vaquel. His head came up to Vaquel’s crotch. He reached up and pressed his fingers against the transparent purple material covering her sex.

Vaquel groaned. The fan used two fingers to rub her sex up and down. The thin material stretched as he pushed down. The tips of his fingers just barely penetrated her sex lips.

“Not bad,” Vaquel said. She tried to look impassive but her hips were moving in time to the alien’s fingers. “Go a little slower and push harder.”

The fan did as she asked. His fingers grinded against her moving pussy lips. The thin spacesuit was getting soaked.

Every Goxx in the audience stared silently. Many had shocked looks on their faces but others smiled as if discovering a new delight. A few shifted uncomfortably and tried to subtly adjust their pants. No one looked away.

Vaquel looked at Krogeryn. The cute Goxx woman clenched her tablet tightly. The snouted nostrils flared. She was unconsciously moving her head up and down in sync with the fan’s fingers.

“This is adequate,” Vaquel said. “Ask your question.”

The fan licked his lips and kept rubbing Vaquel’s crotch.

“What was the best thing you ate when you met the Champion of Cooking?” the fan asked.

“That’s a good question,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button on her belt. A seam opened over her sex. The audience gasped at her brazenness. The fan’s fingers wiggled past the purple material and into her sex. The thick fingers disappeared inside her pink bush of pubic hair.

“It was definitely her pussy,” Vaquel said. She grabbed a handful of her breast and squeezed. “Though the stuff covering her tits were nice too. But yeah, I am going to go with her pussy. You can take your fingers back now.”

The fan sighed but he removed them from Vaquel’s pussy. He held his slick fingers up so everyone could see. The audience snorted in approval.

“Okay, that was different,” Krogeryn said. “Now that your needs have been met, maybe you should cover your sex again?”

“Who said my needs were met?” Vaquel said. She let go of her breast and put her hands on her hips. A drop of pussy juice fell from her sex and splattered on the table. “The same rules apply. If you want your question answered, you have to give me tribute first. Who’s next?”

A female Goxx was next in line. A pink wig sat on her head. She raised her hand timidly.

Vaquel squatted down on the table. Her thighs were spread wide. She grabbed her breasts through her flimsy spacesuit and lifted them. The dark nipples were visible under the transparent purple.

“Come on up and play with my tits,” Vaquel said.

The Goxx woman looked to the audience who nodded back. Reassured, the fan walked over to Vaquel and stretched out her hands. It was like she was trying to stay as far back as possible. The large hands easily cupped Vaquel’s plentiful globes. She squeezed one tit and then the other. The fan visibly relaxed and took a step closer. She kneaded the breasts with increasing interest.

“Nice, nice,” Vaquel said. “You may ask your question.”

“When you helped the Champion of Math with the unknown entity from another realm, did you notice if he was wearing blue boots or his special white ones?”

Vaquel looked down at the woman kneading her breasts. “That is not a good question. Go look it up yourself. I was too busy trying to get laid and staying alive to notice. You have lost the right to touch my tits. Go away.”

The Goxx woman sighed and released Vaquel’s tits. Someone in the crowd shouted that the boots were white. A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd.

Vaquel was annoyed. She clapped her hands in the air to get everyone’s attention.

“Listen up!” Vaquel shouted. “No more questions about what Champions were wearing, what they smelled like or who had the best hair! From now on, I am only answering questions about me!”

A few of the Goxx stepped out of the line. A handful remained.

“Okay, uh, next question,” Krogeryn said.

A Goxx woman wearing one of the imitation spacesuits approached the microphone drone. The laser pistol on her hip was an exact replica of the kind Vaquel carried. The fan smiled nervously before asking her question.

“Vaquel Di would you mind rubbing my stomach?”

“Absolutely not!” Krogeryn said. “That is inappropriate to ask!”

“No, it’s fine,” Vaquel said. “I’ll do it.”

“I can’t let this happen,” Krogeryn said. “It goes against every convention protocol.”

“Write a new protocol,” Vaquel said. “This is a convention about me, right? We do things my way and my way involves a lot of touching. You, get over here!”

The fan clapped her hands and ran over to Vaquel. She unzipped the top of her jumpsuit. Large grey breasts popped free, but the crowd whistled when they saw the bulges of her abdominal muscles.

Vaquel hopped off the table. She pressed her hand against the alien’s stomach. The fan moaned loudly. Vaquel rubbed her hand in a slow circle.

“Oh fuck,” the fan moaned.

“You like that, don’t you?” Vaquel said. “What if I use my nails and dig in just a little?”

“Oh yessss,” the fan hissed. His abdominal muscles clenched and quivered.

Krogeryn tried to regain control of the panel. “I understand your species does not have this erogenous zone?”

“That’s right,” Vaquel said. “I mean, I am sure some do, but it is not as universal as it with your kind. I could get you off if I kept doing this, right?”

The fan nodded her head vigorously.

“So, your breasts are your primary erogenous zones?” Krogeryn asked.

“My tits, my ass, my neck and my inner thighs,” Vaquel said. She kept rubbing the fan’s belly. “Though to be honest, my whole body is sensitive if it is the right hand or the right mouth.”

The fan shuddered. She grabbed Vaquel’s shoulder for support. There was another shudder and then a moan.

“That’s enough for you,” Vaquel said. She took her hand away from the alien’s stomach. As the fan let out one last moan, Vaquel slapped her ass. The fan squealed and quickly rejoined the crowd.

“Next question!” Krogeryn said. “And remember to keep it respectful, people. Vaquel is our guest!”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel said, sitting back on the table. She idly played with her crotch. “Keep it dirty.”

The next fan was a male. Twin bulges strained against his pants. He carried a large box that he set down before speaking.

“Thank you, Vaquel,” the fan said. “I just want to say that I am a big fan and I have watched all of your adventures. Your journey through Interplanetary Championship Alliance space has been an inspiration to me. I brought a gift that I made with my own hands. Can I give it to you?”

“Is it a dildo?” Vaquel asked.

“Uh, no,” the fan said.

Vaquel sighed. “Fine, what is it?”

The fan picked up the box and carried it to the table Vaquel was sitting on. He set it down and pressed a button. The box walls disintegrated to reveal the gift.

It was a lifelike statue of Vaquel. She was standing with her hands on her hips in a red spacesuit. The spacesuit around her stomach was bare to show smooth brown skin. An imitation glassteel helmet encased her cute little head.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. It was a statue! It was only half-a-meter tall but she got her statue! She thought the ass looked a little too big but she didn’t care. It was a proper fucking statue.

“Do you like it?” the fan said. “I carved it out of polymass and-“

“Take your pants off,” Vaquel said.

“What?” the fan said.

“What?” Krogeryn yelled.

“Take off your pants and fuck me,” Vaquel said. She walked around to the side of the table and pressed another button on her belt. All of the purple suit below her waist receded into her belt. She bent over the table and wiggled her brown ass.

The fan reached for his pants, hesitated and then looked to the moderator.

“No, no, no!” Krogeryn said.

“Ask them,” Vaquel said, waving to the watching crowd. “Do you want to see this statue-maker get his reward and fuck the same pussy that Champions have fucked?”

“YES!” the crowd roared. Snorts of approval echoed through the hall.

Vaquel smiled at Krogeryn. “The fans have spoken.”

The statue-making fan tore open his pants. Twin cocks surged forth from his crotch. He swiftly walked up to Vaquel and took his phalluses in both hands. Looking at her Vaquel’s single vagina, he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Don’t worry, I worked this out,” Vaquel said. She rubbed her sex and then her thighs. Pussy juices glistened on her dark skin. “Stick your top cock in my cunt and fuck my thighs with your other cock.”

“Yes, Vaquel Di,” the fan said. He pushed the head of his top phallus to her sex lips. The broad tip pushed inside of her. His lower cock slid between her thick thighs.

Vaquel closed her legs around the fan’s lower organ. She moaned as his top cock filled her slick sex. The thick phallus reached deep inside of her.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “Don’t you dare pull out until you make me come.”

“Yes, Vaquel Di,” the fan said. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. His broad pelvis flattened her round ass with every thrust.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Krogeryn said. “They are never going to let me moderate a panel again.”

“Then, unh, you might, unh, as well, uhn, enjoy it,” Vaquel said between thrusts.

“What do you mean?” Krogeryn asked. “How can I enjoy this flagrant display of sex?”

“You people, uhn, don’t have oral sex, unh, so get on this table, oh fuck, and let me eat you. Oh fuck that feels nice. You can, oh yes, tell these fans, uhn, what it is like.”

A gasp went through the crowd, followed by snorts of approval.

“I couldn’t,” Krogeryn said as she stood up. “I will be banned from future Champion conventions.”

She walked around the table to where Vaquel was being fucked.

“Actually, I am probably already banned for what has happened so far,” Krogeryn said.

Vaquel moaned and patted the table in front of her. “Quit, oh fuck, stalling.”

Krogeryn looked at the crowd. She looked back at Vaquel’s pussy and thighs getting pummeled by the fan. A loud sigh escaped her snout and she pulled down her pants. The crowd snorted with excited approval as she climbed onto the table and spread her legs in front of the hedonistic brown alien.

Vaquel looked down on Krogeryn’s twin sex lips. There were bare of hair and remarkably smooth. She kissed the top pussy and then the bottom. Krogeryn’s thighs quivered when she kissed the lower sex, so Vaquel lingered there and took a lick.

“By the Icons!” Krogeryn gasped.

“What is it like?” someone shouted from the audience.

“It is hard to describe Vaquel Di’s tongue,” Krogeryn said. “It is like a slick finger, but smaller and-Oh! It is so much quicker. She’s pressing her face into my pussy. I can feel her breathing on me. Her tongue is twisting and licking faster than I can keep up!”

The Goxx fucking Vaquel grunted. His lower cock popped free of Vaquel’s thighs and he stopped thrusting. She reached down and grabbed the thick head. The alien resumed fucking as Vaquel held onto his lower member. He pushed in and out of the grip of her hand while also pounding her sex.

Vaquel moaned into Krogeryn’s pussy. She used her free hand to finger the moderator’s upper pussy. One finger was joined by a second and a third inside the alien cunt. Juices flowed from the higher pussy and dripped down to Vaquel’s mouth sealed over the lower sex.

“This is incredible,” Krogeryn said. “Vaquel’s mouth is wet and so soft! I feel her teeth but they are not sharp points like our tusks. She’s grinding her face into my sex and her nose is rubbing against me! Evolution fucked us over by giving us tusks! We could be doing this every day!”

One of the Goxx males in the audience stood up and came closer to the stage. Another Goxx male joined him. Two women stood up and then the entire audience pushed forward. Everyone wanted to see this novel pleasure up close.

Vaquel felt their eyes upon her. She lifted her head from Krogeryn’s pussy and blew them a kiss with glistening lips. As the crowd watched, she pulled her fingers out of Krogeryn’s upper pussy and pushed them into her lower one. As Krogeryn cried out, Vaquel dived down onto the upper pussy and licked as hard as she could.

“Fuck!” Krogeryn cried. She slammed a hand on the table. Her hips rose to me push back on Vaquel’s mouth and fingers. Krogeryn shook her head from side to side, too lost in pleasure to keep narrating.

The Goxx fucking Vaquel let out a low growl. His fingers dug into Vaquel’s hips. He stopped, and then delivered a hard thrust followed by another before opening his mouth wide.

Twin blasts of seed erupted from the Goxx’s cocks. One hot load shot deep into Vaquel’s pussy. The other sprayed onto Vaquel’s hands and onto the floor.

A blast of hot liquid splattered Vaquel’s back. It was the thick musk that Goxx males vomited during orgasm. She thanked the Queen that she was still wearing her spacesuit on her back. That shit lingered for days on her skin. She had forgotten all about the musk these fuckers sprayed.

Vaquel froze in her licking. The Goxx females sprayed their musk through their pussies.

“Oh shit,” Vaquel swore.

Krogeryn grabbed the back of Vaquel’s head. She pressed Vaquel tight against her sexes as she cried out. Broad grey thighs closed around Vaquel’s head.

Double blasts of musk launched into Vaquel’s face. She clamped her eyes and mouth shut as the thick liquid clung to her face. The feminine scent overwhelmed her nose and seemed to fill her lungs.

Vaquel rose from Krogeryn’s open thighs. The moderator was panting on the table and staring at the ceiling. The Goxx fan pulled out from Vaquel’s pussy and hand, spilling more seed down Vaquel’s legs. Vaquel stood up and walked around the side of the table to give the assembled audience a better look at her.

“Any more questions or requests?” Vaquel asked.

Every hand in the audience rose.

Oct 072020
 

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated “The Queen’s Leather-Studded Kiss in the Sand,” by Royal Astronomers. It is a sparse system with only two worlds. One planet is devoted to agriculture, while the other world is rich with mineral resources.

Upon arriving in the system, the local authorities contacted me and made a request. It appears that one of their Champions, the Champion of Math, was investigating a distress call from a transport ship. The Champion went to investigate twelve hours ago, and they have not heard back. No other champions are nearby, and the authorities have asked me to investigate.

It is curious that they would ask me instead of relying on their own military. Apparently, my past sexual encounters with Champions has given me a special status among these people. They think of me as some sort of hero. This is ridiculous, but I will maintain this delusion to build good will for when the Queen’s invasion force comes. I will investigate and attempt to save this Champion. End explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: A Champion of Math? No wonder he got into trouble. I doubt there are many problems that can be solved with a clever application of fractions. At least every Champion has been a good fuck, so I have that to look forward to.

Vaquel Di stepped out of the airlock and onto the Threshold. She wore a grey skintight spacesuit that clung to her generous curves. A laser pistol was in one hand and a wrist scanner on the other. Transparent glassteel encased her head, exposing a brown face with short pink hair. She narrowed her eyes and looked around.

A corridor stretched from left to right. Dim lights provided weak illumination. Something green and organic looking clung to the walls. It reminded Vaquel of secretions.

“Main power appears to be out,” Vaquel reported over the communication line back to her ship. “Emergency power appears to still be running. Air quality is good. Gravity is still on. There is some sort of green shit on the walls. That can’t be good.”

Vaquel paused for Chairbot to respond. All she heard was static.

“Great, something is jamming the signal,” Vaquel said. Communications might be down, but she would keep talking for the recorder. It would make things easier when she reported in her log later.

The green secretions pulsed. The next instant, the grey steel of the corridor was gone and in its place were yellow stone. Bright torches filled the area with light. Murals of sexual organs covered the walls. Some of the organs were self-explanatory to Vaquel but others defied her attempts to understand them.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She stared at a meter-long cock that curved in interesting ways.

The murals vanished. The metal and secretions corridor of the Threshold returned. The emergency lights bathed everything in faint light.

“Okay, that was weird,” Vaquel said. “I should turn my ass right back around and go.”

Vaquel thought about the mural. Some of those sex organs had intriguing applications. Maybe she should investigate a little more.

As Vaquel’s eyes adjusted to the dimness, she noticed a faint green light running along the walls. It pulsed to the right. Something was flowing in that direction.

Vaquel switched on her wrist light and walked forward.

The corridor turned a corner into an intersection. There was a lifelike metal statue of a Goxx woman up against the wall. The metal was the same shade of grey as Goxx skin. Her tusked mouth was open in terror or pleasure. Both of her giant breasts were tipped with hard nipples. The legs were parted to reveal two vaginal slits, one above the other. The green secretions covered each sex and led down the wall to the floor.

“Hmm,” Vaquel said. “There is no such thing as ‘lifelike’ on a creepy ship,” she said. She scanned the statue. Yes, there was metal but there was also biomatter. This was a person.

There was another flash of green light. The intersection vanished and Vaquel stood on a stage. The bright lights prevented her from seeing who was in the audience, but she could feel a thousand eyes on her.

Also on the stage was a Goxx woman. It was the same woman that Vaquel saw against the wall. She was on her hands and knees. Something red and yellow fucked her from behind with twin cocks. The Goxx screamed in violent ecstasy with every thrust.

Vaquel stared at what was fucking the Goxx. It was a species Vaquel had never seen before. Fur covered its bipedal body. A dozen horns protruded from its head. There were no eyes, just black holes set in the skull. A spiked tail swished behind him.

“Hello, Vaquel” the fucker said in perfect Euphorian. “You can be next. Just bend over and offer yourself to me.”

There was cheering from the unseen audience. They clearly liked the idea.

The Goxx woman screamed. The fucker slammed into her harder. He reached for her bald head and pulled it back. The Goxx woman bent back at a nearly impossible angle.

“It is a tempting offer,” Vaquel said and it was. She could hear the twin gushings of the woman’s vaginas. The impact of his hips made the alien’s body quiver. The smell of sex was overwhelming.

Wait, what had happened to her helmet? It was gone. Vaquel looked down at her naked body. Her dark nipples stood at attention. Desire dripped from her pink bush. More disturbing was that her laser pistol and equipment belt was gone!

“Do it, Vaquel,” the furry fucker said. “Bend over and I’ll fuck your pussy and your ass at the same time.”

The Goxx woman looked at Vaquel. Her lips moved in a silent plea. She was mouthing something. Vaquel read her lips. She was saying, “save yourself”.

Everything changed. Vaquel was back at the intersection. The glassteel encased her head and skintight material covered her body. The laser pistol was firm in her hand.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She touched between her thighs. The spacesuit pressed down on her soaked sex.

Vaquel’s mind raced. Was she hallucinating? Possibly. Was it telepathy? That might account for the imagined nakedness, and maybe how the fucker knew her name.

The green pulses continued down another corridor. The secretions were heavier in that direction. Vaquel walked in that direction.

The hallway opened into a mess hall. Goxx sat at tables, frozen in place and covered in metal. Oily green secretion clung to them. Each of the aliens were naked. The pulsing green energy led down a flight of stairs.

Vaquel walked faster. The eating area was too open for her tastes. Something could hide among the frozen bodies and she wouldn’t notice it until it was too late.

As Vaquel was about the reach the stairs, there was a flash of green. The mess hall vanished and she was in a forest. Humidity clung to her naked skin. A hot wind dusted her body with yellow spores. The spores vibrated on her skin, making her even more aware of her sensitized skin.

Goxx moaned all around. A dozen aliens, male and female, were rooted in the ground. Their feet had turned into wood, anchoring them in place. Leaves sprouted from their heads. Males had giant red fruits encasing their double cocks, while women had their sexes stuffed with pulsing green fruit. All of them bucked their hips to fuck the fruits.

Vaquel approached a female Goxx. Her right breast had bite marks. A third green fruit had been crammed up her ass. Tears ran down her cheeks but her mouth hung open in pleasure.

“What is happening to you?” Vaquel asked.

The woman looked down at Vaquel. Her body writhed like a sensual dance. She opened her mouth as if to answer but her body shook with pleasure. Her face contorted as she was about to come.

Vaquel recognized the signs and stepped to the side. Musk sprayed out of the alien’s pussies. The Goxx ejaculated whenever they came, the women from their sexes and the men from their mouths. Illusion or not, Vaquel had no interest in getting their musk on her.

A male cried out behind Vaquel. She turned around and watched. The Goxx bucked his hips, thrusting with all he had but the blue fruit clung to his cocks. He fucked with increasing desperation.

A surge of arousal went through Vaquel. She didn’t understand what was happening, but the primal motion of the alien’s body was universal. Her pussy responded with need and she placed a hand between her thighs.

As soon as Vaquel’s fingers touched her wet pussy, the forest shimmered. The pollen vanished from her skin. She rubbed faster and the humid air went away. A few strokes later and the forest vanished and was replaced by the mess hall.

“Fucking weird,” Vaquel said. She rubbed the spacesuit stretched over her pussy. “Self-stimulation appears to disturb the hallucinations.”

Vaquel kept her hand between her legs. She rubbed herself as she headed down the stairs. It made for an awkward descent, but she wasn’t going to take any risks.

The green pulsing continued down a new corridor. Vaquel rubbed herself as she walked past more frozen Goxx. They appeared to be covered in the same metal that the ship was made of. She detected vital signs, which meant they should be alive, but she didn’t understand how.

The secretions led Vaquel to a door. Goxx hands reached up from the floor. Vaquel wondered where the rest of the Goxx’s body were. Could they be trapped under the floor?

Vaquel tried the door handle. Machinery hummed. Warning lights flashed on a panel. The hiss of air told her the door was going through a safety cycle of some kind.

The world flashed green. Vaquel cried out as she dropped into a mass of wiggling bodies. Skin touched her skin. Something kissed her nipple. A hand squeezed her ass. Something thick pulsed against the arch of her foot.

Everything was dark. Vaquel could barely breathe. Sweaty bodies pressed against her from all side. She tried to touch ground and just kept slipping downward.

A cock brushed Vaquel’s lips. Thighs clenched around her arm and she felt a slick pussy grind against her elbow. Someone grabbed her breast and squeezed. Hot seed splashed onto the back of her leg.

“Just an illusion, just an illusion, just an illusion,” Vaquel repeated.

“No, it isn’t, Vaquel,” a woman’s voice said. It was right beside Vaquel’s ear.

Vaquel tried to touch her pussy. It was impossible. The bodies were too damn tight around her. She couldn’t move.

“Relax,” the woman’s voice said. “Relax and sink. Drop down to the deepest depths. Sink forever in writhing flesh.”

A mouth pressed against Vaquel’s sex. She cried out and a large breast flattened against her face. More seed shot onto her back, sticky and hot. She bit down on the breast in her face and enjoyed the soft flesh between her teeth.

Vaquel shuddered. It was not the worse thing she had experienced. Part of her was tempted to give it a try. She could just stop fighting and sink. Bodies and genitals would rub against her. It couldn’t last forever, no matter what the voice said.

Right?

She wasn’t so sure.

Worse, what would happen if this faded away and Vaquel returned back to the Threshold? Would she be trapped inside solid metal? Or could she sink so far that she ended up in the void of space?

Vaquel reached around with her foot until she felt something solid. It might have been a shoulder or an ass. She planted her foot on the unknown body part and stretched her leg. Vaquel went up. It was only a little bit, but it was a start.

Step by step, Vaquel ascended the twisting storm of bodies. She learned to move her arms just slowly enough that it got around wiggling flesh. When she found a hungry mouth, she learned to use it as an anchor to push the rest of her body. Hard cocks made great handles. Wet cunts lubricated her body to slip even further.

Up.

Up.

Up Vaquel went until her hand touched open air. She cried out and kicked off a flat breast. Her head emerged from the bodies into open sunlight. She pushed herself up and someone’s shoulders and looked around.

An ocean surrounded her. Instead of water, it was copulating bodies stretching out to the horizon.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. This was impossible.

The light dimmed. The bobbing shoulders turned into a hard floor. She was back on the ship. There were less hands sticking out of the floor than there was before.

The door opened. Vaquel ran through it.

On the other side was a medical bay of some sort. Green secretions covered everything. Something glowed in the middle of the room. It was another statue, but this one wasn’t a Goxx.

The statue was a woman, almost Euphorian in appearance. The woman had an exquisitely beautiful face. Full lips were slightly parted, as if gasping. Large eyes, half-closed in the act of the seduction.

Vaquel’s heart ached when she looked upon the face. Through tremendous effort, she looked away from the statue’s face to look at the rest of their body. The statue was sitting, though it was still taller than Vaquel. Giant breasts flopped from her chest. She was sitting with her legs spread. Someone was between her legs, but it was hard to tell in the dim light.

“Let me guess,” Vaquel said out loud. “The crew of the Threshold found something weird so they brought it on board. They were hoping for something valuable and instead if took over their ship and tries to kill them. It is the oldest story in space. Dumb asses.”

Vaquel came closer, careful not to look at the face of the statue. A Goxx was lying on the ground with their head crammed into the statue’s enormous. sex. He was naked. His two cocks were limp between his legs. He clutched a weird dial in his hand. The dial had a faint white glow.

“The Champion of Math, I assume,” Vaquel said. “The dial must be your icon, which gives you your power, and only works for you. I don’t know what a Champion of Math does, but other Champions have used their icons to create satellites, zip through a solar system and blow shit up with a single chord of music. We can certainly use whatever you got right now.”

Vaquel approached the Champion. He was made of flesh, not metal. Did that mean he wasn’t as trapped as the others? If so, why was he unconscious?

The Champion was whispering. Vaquel leaned in close.

“Worlds of bliss without end,” the Champion mumbled. “The square root of 765,625 is 875. Planes ever multiplying with every orgasm. The circumference of a circle is 2 times pi times the radius. Submit and know eternal sensation. Sixty plus nine is sixty-nine. Save yourself. Save yourself. Save yourself.”

Vaquel grunted. “I’m trying. I’m going to need your power to get out of here.”

Self-stimulation helped disrupt whatever had been happening, so maybe outside stimulation would work here. Vaquel reluctantly holstered her laser pistol and took a limp phallus in each hand. She gave them a squeeze.

The Champion groaned. Both cocks twitched in her hand.

Vaquel smiled and tugged on each phallus. The gray flesh stiffened in her hand. The spacesuit fabric wasn’t as smooth as Vaquel liked, but damn if she was going to take off any protective gear on this ship. The unconscious Champion was just going to have to make do with gloved hands.

Lights turned on. There was a hum of air ventilators activating. The ship was powering back up.

“Oh, that can’t be good,” Vaquel said. She pulled harder on the Champion’s cocks.

The floor vibrated. More power was being activated. The engines might be back online.

“Where the fuck are you planning to go?” Vaquel asked the statue but making sure not to look at it.

“Home,” a voice, musical and husky, said.

Vaquel felt a flush of dampness inside the crotch of her spacesuit. Did she just gush? From a voice?

“As curious as I am, I do not want to see what you call home,” Vaquel said to the statue. “Something tells me that is a one-way journey.”

Vaquel let go of the Champion’s cocks and touched her belt. There was no more time to waste. The gray fabric of her spacesuit receded from her body, exposing brown flesh, hard nipples, a damp pink bush and a round ass. She grabbed her helmet and took it off.

“Yes, strip for me,” the voice said.

Desire sprayed from Vaquel’s sex. Euphoria swept through her body. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but it was close.

Vaquel climbed on top of the Champion’s unconscious body. She guided the bottom cock into her slick pussy. The phallus was large, but Vaquel was slick enough to take a torpedo. She sat down and impaled herself on the thick shaft.

“Stop that,” the voice said. It was no longer husky, but crisp with malice. “Accept no pleasure except what I give you.”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel said. The champion’s second cock was stiff in front of her. She spat into both hands and then grabbed the phallus. Clenching with her sex and her hands, she squeezed the Champion’s shafts.

The Champion groaned. His hips lifted, reaching deeper up inside Vaquel. The other cock throbbed in her hands.

Another flash of green. A gentle breeze kissed Vaquel’s naked skin. Blue grass surrounded Vaquel and the Champion. The statue was gone, but the Champion was still mumbling.

Something blocked the sun. Vaquel looked up and saw a giantess. Her skin was green, with white splotches. No, the splotches were glowing humanoids, clinging to the giantess’ skin. The humanoids held onto her skin, kissing and humping.

The giantess squatted down. Vaquel had to lean back to see her face. Desire shot through Vaquel and made her pussy clench. The awfully beautiful face of the statue looked down on her.

“You are a delicious being,” the giantess said. Her voice shook the ground. “Why do you resist us? You would be much happier with us. With me.”

Vaquel’s nipples ached. Her ass ached to be filled. Drool fell from Vaquel’s open lips. She tried to comprehend the sexual allure of the giantess and failed.

But Vaquel kept grinding. She swiveled her hips with the Champion’s cock inside her. Both hands stroked the Champion’s other cock as her mind reeled.

“Stop that,” the giantess said and Vaquel almost obeyed. “Pleasure between mortals is a closed union. Let me fuck you. Just an atom of my essence will make you climax for a decade. We have pleasures you have never dreamed of. There is bliss that will obliterate your senses. Enter me and be consumed in ecstasy.”

The thousand bodies clinging to the giantess moaned. One fell from her massive breast and burned to ash before it hit the ground. The Giantess ran her hands over her body, caressing each one of her tiny pets.

Vaquel clenched tighter and humped faster. She spat into her hands around the Champion’s other cock. Instead of the glory of the giantess, she focused on the thick phallus in her hand and in her pussy.

“Oh, you are stubborn,” the giantess said. She leaned closer. Tits the size of mountains loomed over Vaquel. The glowing bodies grinded harder.

“You fear me, but all beings fear their destiny,” the giantess whispered. Each word petted Vaquel’s body. “You are not meant to die on a planet far from home. You have a higher calling. Come home with me. Bring your curiosity, your appetites, and your wickedness. Come home and be reborn in a thousand years as something wonderous. Become the Goddess of Depravity that you deserve to be.”

Vaquel shuddered. The cock in her hand throbbed. She pulled the cock towards her sex and rubbed the tip against her pussy lips. Both cocks pulsed and Vaquel felt her orgasm surging through her body.

The giantess and the field vanished. Vaquel was back on the ship, riding the unconscious Champion. Pleasure rippled through her and she cried out.

There was a crack in the statue’s vagina. The Champion cried out. He sat up as both cocks erupted. Seed filled Vaquel’s sex and spilled over her hands.

The Champion’s jaw dropped open. Thick black musk sprayed from his mouth and coated Vaquel’s face. It was a powerful stream and nearly knocked Vaquel off his lap.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel sputtered. She wiped thick globs of musk from her face.

“Hold on,” the Champion said. He grabbed her by the waist and stood up. Vaquel rose with him, still impaled on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles.

The ship hummed. Green power arced from the statue. Flashing lights warned of an immediate departure.

“Do something!” Vaquel yelled. “The ship is getting ready to go to wherever this thing is from!”

The Champion held up his glowing dial. With one hand, he turned the outer ring of the dial, manipulated three inner rings, and slid something in the middle. He did all of this while still thrusting into Vaquel’s seed-stuffed pussy.

White light flashed from the dial. Strange runes appeared, wavered, and vanished. There was a smell of ozone.

The green statue disintegrated. The secretions evaporated. The vibrations of the ship ceased.

“What did you do?” Vaquel asked.

“I subtracted it from the universe,” the Champion of Math said. He held onto Vaquel as his cock pulsed inside of her. “The entity tried to subvert my mind but I was able to shield myself with formulas. We were trapped in a stalemate, but I am afraid she would have eventually won. I owe you my life. Actually, everyone on this ship owes you their life.”

“Wait, the people on the ship are alive?” Vaquel asked. “They were statues and pretty fucked up.”

The Champion shrugged. Vaquel liked how his cock lifted her when he did that.

“I cancelled their experiences and restored their previous states,” the Champion said. “It is just math.”

Vaquel clenched tighter around the Champion’s cock. “You are going to have to show me more of this math you keep talking about. It sounds very useful.”

“Just wait until I show you the power of multiplication,” the Champion said.

Aug 262020
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty-six of my forty-three day journey to the star system designated “The Queen’s Leather-Studded Kiss in the Sand,” by Royal Astronomers. All systems are optimal. I have completed the final reports on the asteroid mining from the previous system and will be sending them today. With seven days left until the next star system, I will be meditating on the wonders of serving the Queen. End explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I got a little time to kill so I plan to try out the new dildos I acquired from the Goxx. Each dildo is shaped like a ‘U’ with two heads. They are a little big, but I’ll work something out.

Vaquel Di awoke in her bunk. Pitch darkness surrounded her. Sticky sweat clung to her skin. She rolled over to lay on her stomach. Spreading her legs, her thigh brushed a damp spot on the mattress.

A pleasant moan slipped from Vaquel’s lips. The dildos had been a success. They were made a pseudo flesh-like material that was warm to the touch. The smallest one had fit inside her sex perfectly. The second end of the dildo was too big for her ass but it felt nice rubbing against her stomach. Tomorrow she would try more lube and see if she can’t double-penetrate herself.

With that happy thought, Vaquel tried to go back to sleep. She closed her eyes and focused on the softness of her pillow. Dildoes and lube drifted away as she emptied her mind.

Sleep would not come. Something was wrong.

Vaquel opened her eyes. It was a little too dark. On the probe ship, there was always something flashing, blinking or glowing, not now.

And why was it so quiet? Vaquel didn’t hear the soft hum of the air vents. Nor did she hear the ever-present hum of the power cells. The more Vaquel listened, the more she realized how unnatural the silence was.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel snapped. Was the power out? Why hadn’t Chairbot warned her?

Vaquel rolled out of her bunk. At least there was still gravity. She stood up and reached for a light switch. It didn’t respond.

There was a sound in front of Vaquel. “Chairbot? Is that you?” she asked.

“No,” a voice said.

Bright lights shone in Vaquel’s face. As she rose her hand to shield her eyes, something hard and metallic grabbed both wrists. Vaquel lashed out with a kick and another metal hand grabbed her ankle. The hands lifted her in the air and a fourth hand grabbed her free ankle.

WHAP! A hand slapped Vaquel’s heavy brown tit.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vaquel shouted.

The blinding lights dimmed. Vaquel’s eyes adjusted to see someone standing in front of her. It was a humanoid, though they had four mechanical arms that extended from a pack on their back. Two of the arms reached from over their shoulders while the other two hung around their waist. Skintight black cloth stretched over a muscular body. A red helmet, devoid of any features, sat on their head. The lights came from two projectors on their shoulders.

“You!” Vaquel hissed. “I remember you! You are that damn bounty hunter from the Prober Supreme! You almost captured me but I tricked you and Chairbot hacked your arms. I remember riding that cock of yours, but I can’t remember your name.”

WHAP! The bounty hunter backhanded Vaquel’s breasts. Vaquel hissed in pain.

“My designated callsign is Obtanius Vergin Purfim Vorq,” the hunter said. “After your escape, I returned to the Prober Supreme to report. He was displeased with me and sent me back in a new ship to track you down. My mission is to bring you, and your robot back to Prober Supreme space for analysis and dissection.”

WHAP! Obtanius slapped her breasts again. Stinging pain flared along the side of Vaquel’s left tit.

“Hey, where is Chairbot? And how did you get on board my ship?” Vaquel asked.

“My new craft is equipped with superior stealth technology,” Obtanius said. “It allowed me to penetrate the security of the Interplanetary Championship Alliance. I have been tracking you for weeks, analyzing your ship and planning this acquisition. Using technology that you couldn’t possibly understand, I drained the power of your ship as well as your robot during your sleep cycle. Your evil little robot has already been taken care off.”

Obtanius turned around, swinging Vaquel’s suspended body in front of him. As he moved, the metal hands rotated to swivel Vaquel around. Now her back was to the bounty hunter.

Sitting on the ground was Chairbot. His purple lights were extremely dim. Green metal encased one of his front wheels. When the lights on the wheel pulsed, Chairbot’s lights dimmed even further.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s round ass from behind.

“Ow! What was that for?” Vaquel said.

“When your robot deposited me in my ship, he programmed my arms to over-stimulate me every hour for twenty-one days!” the bounty hunter said. “My organ was deemed non-functional and was removed! The Prober Supreme has authorized me to have my revenge before brining you to him.”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass with strong precise strikes.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Wait, wait! Queen’s tit, that’s terrible!” Vaquel said. “I mean, it’s funny that Chairbot made you jack yourself off for twenty-one days, but it is a shame about your cock.”

“The Prober Supreme blessed me with a new one,” the bounty hunter said.

“Oh? So, it all worked out?” Vaquel said.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius assaulted Vaquel’s ass with rapid slaps. Fire blossomed in her buttocks.

“It did NOT work out!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel twisted and struggled. The metal hands kept her suspended in the air. She was unable to dodge or avoid the relentless slaps.

“For twenty-one days my arms stimulated me!” Obtanius yelled.

He slapped the underside of Vaquel’s ass in an upwards manner. Both hands struck her with equal dexterity. They came in rapid fire, lifting one buttock, then the other, over and over again.

“I didn’t tell him to do that!” Vaquel yelled. “I just wanted you tied up while I escaped! It’s not my fault!”

The spanking stopped. The heat from the slaps remained.

“Are you expressing sympathy for my plight?” Obtanius asked.

“Sure! I mean, yes, of course!” Vaquel said. “That was never my intention! I wouldn’t hurt your cock; I liked your cock! It felt great inside of me!”

“I remember,” Obtanius said. “You rode my organ while your chair restrained me. You reached the peak of your pleasure while denying me my own.”

“Yeah, that was pretty sexy,” Vaquel said.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped the top of Vaquel’s right buttock in a downward manner. The weight of her cheek compressed the already tender underside of her ass.

“Shit! Sorry! I meant I was sorry!” Vaquel yelled.

WHAP! The hunter slapped he top of Vaquel’s left cheek in a similar downward manner. As she flinched from that slap, he repeated the downward spank on her right cheek. Once more, he used both hands to alternate between spanking the tops of her ass.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Vaquel cried. Each slap was harder than the last. Pain flared along the upper parts of her buttocks. There was less padding there and the strings reached deep within her.

Vaquel looked around, trying to find something she could use to escape. Chairbot was still inoperable. The ship systems were down which meant she couldn’t yell voice commands to the security system. The armory locker was nearby but with her hands and feet held, there was no way to reach the weapons inside. She was going to have to save herself.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius spanked the bottom of her ass again. The force of the slaps caused her ass to bounce which agitated the tender upper sides. The hunter knew how to spank someone for maximum effect.

A growing need blossomed inside Vaquel’s pussy. Desire dripped from her pink bush. It was the bondage turning her on. Well, that and the merciless spanking. Okay, the passionate violence radiating off of the angry hunter was another factor. The whole damn situation was terribly arousing and Vaquel was having a hard time focusing on escaping.

WHAP! WHAP! The spanking changed. Obtanius’ hands moved in a clockwise fashion. Now he was slapping the sides of her ass as well. Around and round the hands went, spanking her ass from every direction.

It was cruel. It was methodical. It was driving Vaquel mad with lust.

“Fuck me already!” Vaquel yelled.

The slapping stopped. A hand grabbed Vaquel’s short pink hair and yanked her head back. Pain flared along her scalp and sent a bolt of desire straight to Vaquel’s pussy.

“I am not falling for that again,” Obtanius said. “Last time we met, you said you had to get fucked or you would die. I have studied the files the Prober Supreme had on you. Gonad Meltdown Syndrome is not a real condition for your species.”

Vaquel laughed despite the pain in her ass. “Oh, I had forgotten about that,” she said. “Look, I just want you to fuck me. No tricks. I just want to get fucked, and you deserve to fuck me. I messed you up. You should take it out on my pussy. It’s only fair.”

Obtanius growled. He let go of Vaquel’s hair. “You’re right. It is only fair.”

The metal arms holding Vaquel lifted her higher in the air. Her wrists were pulled down while her ankles kept going up. The grips rotated as Vaquel was turned around and then upside down in the air. Blood rushed to her head as she felt her feet touch the ceiling. Her heavy tits fell and settled uncomfortably in new contours.

Obtanius stood in front for Vaquel, her face level with his crotch. He waved his organic hand over the bulge in his pants. A seam appeared and a large green phallus sprung forth. Cybernetic parts glistened on the pulsing member.

“Damn! Is that your new cock?” Vaquel said. “That looks pretty good. I’m not sure what you are so pissed off about.”

Obtanius grabbed her head and pulled her to his cock. Vaquel opened her lips just in time for the thick member to enter her mouth. Metal and flesh slid over her tongue. A thick head tapped the back of her throat. A large sack of gonads pressed against her nose and forehead.

Vaquel felt something cold touch her thighs. It was Obtanius’ helmet. The fucker could eat her wet pussy right now if he would just take off that damn helmet!

Maybe Vaquel could tempt him. She closed her lips around Obtanius’ cyber-cock. Her tongue danced. Her movement limited, she still managed to bounce her head back and forth along his enhanced shaft.

“Hydrogen death spark!” Obtanius cried.

Vaquel sucked. Her head felt heavy and fuzzy from the blood rushing to it. She bobbed her head as best she could. She sucked hard enough to collapse her cheeks.

Meanwhile, the rest of her body undulated with hedonistic need. Her hips swayed back and forth despite the protests from her spanked ass. Heavy breasts swung and bounced against each other.

The hand in Vaquel’s hair tightened. She froze, sensing what was to come next. Her mouth popped open and her jaw went slack.

Obtanius fucked Vaquel’s face. The thick member rammed her mouth as his crotch slammed into her face. The alien’s ball sack slapped against her forehead. His hand kept a tight grip on her head as he brutally used her.

Vaquel moaned. Spit fell from her open mouth and splattered her upside-down face. The metal parts of the hunter’s cock bruised her lips. She was completely at his mercy.

It was so damn hot. Vaquel hadn’t experienced such angry passion in a very long time. Every vengeful thrust of the hunter’s cock caused her sex to clench in response.

Too bad that Obtanius wasn’t abusing her pussy as much as her face. She wiggled her hips in hopes that he would touch her but no, he was only interested in pounding her face. He responded to her wiggling by pulling her legs farther apart to immobilize her.

“Take it, you pathetic mammalian-based lifeform!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel choked as the hunter’s cock hit the back of her throat. That’s right, the alien was a Seed-Walker, a species evolved from plant life. Was that something she could use?

Obtanius slammed his cock into Vaquel’s throat and then pinned her head to his crotch. She felt his ball sack vibrate against her forehead. The phallus pulsed in her mouth and then sprayed a thick liquid.

It was too much to swallow on a normal day but especially with Vaquel upside down. Alien semen gushed out of her lips. That didn’t stop Obtanius from keep her there as he released more of his seed into her mouth.

Just as Vaquel felt like she was about to drown, Obtanius pulled out of her mouth. She gagged and a bucket load of seed fell onto the floor. Some of it went up her nose and she flailed as she tried to blow it out.

“That was deeply satisfying,” Obtanius said.

The metal arms lifted Vaquel’s body until her face was level with Obtanius’. Vaquel’s reflection looked back at her from the hunter’s smooth helmet. She was breathing hard and alien come covered half her face.

“What? That’s all you got?” Vaquel asked. “Your new cock is already tired?”

Obtanius growled. “The regenerative properties of my organ are highly advanced! As you shall soon see!”

The metal arms moved Vaquel’s limbs into a new position. Her ankles came down in front of her face. The metal grips kept Vaquel’s arms pointed at the ceiling. She was bent over nearly in half with her damn head still pointed at the floor.

Obtanius grabbed her ass. Vaquel flinched as his strong fingers sunk into her spanked buttocks. She felt the tip of his phallus brush the lips of her sex. The hard cock was as stiff as before.

“Last time I was inside your orifice, it was under your control,” Obtanius said. “You used my own cybernetics to lift you up and down on my cock. Another arm pinched my organ so I couldn’t climax. It was ecstatic torture.”

Vaquel shuddered. “You don’t need to flirt with me. Just fuck my hole already.”

“Insatiable sexual maniac!” Obtanius growled.

Vaquel wasn’t sure if that was an insult or more foreplay.

Obtanius entered Vaquel’s pussy with his cock. It stretched Vaquel open as it reached deep inside her. The walls of the shaft pulsed and slowly rotated like a drill.

“Fuck, did it get bigger?” Vaquel asked. It was too big. There was no way that she could take a beast of this size. This was going to tear her apart.

She couldn’t wait.

The metal arms moved. They slid Vaquel back and forth along the hunter’s cock. All Obtanius had to do was stand there as the metal arms did all the work but the cruel alien had other plans. He slapped Vaquel’s constantly moving ass with both hands. His accuracy was painfully impressive.

Vaquel whimpered. Her ass was on fire. Her pussy was being pushed beyond its limits. Her head ached from the blood rushing to it. She felt like she had never been so utterly used.

She came quickly. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried.

Obtanius growled. “Did you just peak? How are you enjoying this? Masochistic deviant!”

WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass with harder spanks. The cyber phallus swelled in girth. The metal arms impaled Vaquel with harder thrusts.

The force of the fucking caused Vaquel’s breasts to clap together against her shoulders. The expanding phallus felt like it was spearing her entire body. The stinging spanks burned like plasma torpedoes on her sensitive ass.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she came again.

“Shameless degenerate!” Obtanius sneered. “Is there no limit to your carnal addiction?”

WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius rapidly spanked Vaquel’s burning ass. The enhanced cock spun in one direction and then the other. The metal arms pulled harder on Vaquel’s wrists, forcing her to bend over even deeper.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as she climaxed again.

Obtanius cried out as well. The spinning phallus ejected another massive quantity of seed in Vaquel’s stuffed sex. The spanking stopped as Vaquel grabbed onto her tender buttocks with both hands.

“Fuck!” Vaquel screamed. Pain shot through her ass. The spinning cock pulsed her towards another orgasm. The flood of alien seed sprayed from her sex and drenched her legs.

“Hydrogen death spark,” Obtanius whispered. He pulled out of Vaquel’s clenching sex. He let go of Vaquel’s ass and tried to stand on his own two feet. The metal arms compensated for the alien’s uncertain stance.

Vaquel shuddered and tried to catch her breath. It was hard to think with all the blood in her head. Her ass burned and her pussy felt like it was back at the Royal Navy Academy during New Recruit Week. If she got fucked one more time like that, she doubted that she could summon the brainpower to figure out an escape.

“No witty banter?” Obtanius said. “Have I finally fucked your defiance out of you?”

Vaquel knew she should stay silent but the brat inside her wouldn’t shut up.

“I’m just getting warmed up,” she said.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass. A laser blast seared her tender buttock.

“That’s it, I am fucking your anal orifice,” Obtanius said. “And after that, I am taking you and your vile chair back to the Prober Supreme!”

Vaquel purred. An ass fuck sounded nice. No! She needed to escape now before the alien fucked her into a stupor! Vaquel desperately tried to think of a plan.

“I’m going to keep you in this position,” Obtanius said. “That will let me torment your vaginal port while I ream your anus.”

Inspiration struck Vaquel like a slap across the tits. “Well, if you really want to torment me, you should use one of my sex toys in my pussy.”

Obtanius said nothing. Was she being too obvious?

“Your appetite for hedonism is astonishing,” Obtanius said. “Yes, I will indulge your filthy desire. It amuses me to show you more mercy than you ever gave me. What sex toy do you wish to have inside you?”

Vaquel pointed with her finger to the weapons locker. “Over there, third panel down. Just push on it and the door will open.”

Obtanius pushed on the panel. The door slid open to reveal rows and rows of small spheres. Each one was the size of her thumb.

“You have a lifetime supply of sex toys,” Obtanius said with disbelief.

“We are a slutty species,” Vaquel said. “Take one of the green ones. It is a little vibrator. Stuff it into my sex and it will activate. Then you can fuck my ass while my toy fills my sex.”

“Understood,” Obtanius said. He closed the panel to the weapons locker and brought the green sphere down to Vaquel’s pussy lips. Her pink pubic hair was smeared with alien seed and pussy juices. He pressed the sphere to her lips and then hesitated.

“What, you’re teasing me now?” Vaquel said.

Obtanius pulled the sphere from her crotch and held it up to his helmeted face. “Your cooperation is inconstant with your disrespectful personality. Maybe I should inspect your sex toy first. How does it activate?”

“Just squeeze it, tree-humper,” Vaquel said.

Obtanius growled at her insult and squeezed the sphere with his fingers. The grenade activated and exploded. Green herbicidal gas filled the small confines of the probe ship.

The bounty hunter screamed. The helmet might have protected his face, but his new enhanced cock was completely exposed. The herbicidal gas reacted with his skin with devastating swiftness.

The metal arms released Vaquel. She fell directly on her head. Novas burst in front of her but she leapt to her feet, ready to fight.

And then fell right back to the ground as her blood-filled head lost her balance.

“Fuck you, Vaquel Di! I’ll be back!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel tried to watch Obtanius but the green cloud of gas blocked her vision. She heard metal hands strike the floor and ceiling as they carried the bounty hunter away. An airlock cycled open and then closed. The ship shook as something detached itself away from the probe ship.

The power came back on. Air pumps sucked the gas out of the ship interior. Vaquel shielded her eyes as the lights returned.

Chairbot was a few feet away from Vaquel. He was still inactive. She probably needed to get that clamp off its wheel to get him back online.

Vaquel started to rise. Pain flared from her spanked ass. Seed leaked out of her stretched pussy. Aches pulsed from her back and shoulders from the awkward position.

“Maybe I should stay here for a little longer,” Vaquel said. She returned to the floor and let out a long breathe. Moments later, her eyes closed. She fell asleep soon after.

She dreamed of an angry alien, waiting for the right moment to fuck his revenge once more.

Aug 072020
 

The next collection of Vaquel Di stories is finally available for purchase on Amazon. This volume contains all of the stories from 2016. In case you forgot, that was when Vaquel traveled through a sparsely populated area of solar systems that had hidden rebels, exiled generals, fungus growers and claim jumpers. The theme that year was inspired by my reading of the mountain men who explored/haunted the American west.

I was recently reviewing the sales history of my amazon books and I was pleasantly surprised to see that my Vaquel books have been almost popular. That is a big change from when I first released. I was less pleasantly surprised when I realized I only released the first five years. This will be corrected and I hope to be caught up to current times by the end of the year.

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Aug 052020
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Queen’s Pretty Face Sends You into subspace,” by Royal Astronomers. The system has three planets, and one large asteroid system. The asteroids are inhabited with a high level of mining operations. The Goxx are an industrious species.

I have been invited to meet the Champion of Speed on the innermost planet. It is a shame; I would have rather visited the asteroids and see what kind of minerals they are extracting. I will be sure to drop a micro-probe as I go by and see what the scanners pick up. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I’m off to meet another Champion. Each one of them has been an excellent sexual partner. I just hope the Champion of Speed doesn’t finish in seconds.

Vaquel Di stepped out of her probe ship. The bright sun caused her to shield her eyes. The skintight white spacesuit she wore struggled to keep her body temperature regulated. It put extra cooling to her large ass and larger breasts. A bead of sweat was already trickling out of her short pink hair.

“Fucking desert,” Vaquel whispered. Thankfully this entire planet wasn’t a desert, just the place where the Champion of Speed lived. Vaquel tried to avoid deserts as much as possible. They tended to be dull and predictable.

A walkway from the landing path guided Vaquel to a large pool of water. Succulents surrounded the pool in a circle. A small blue tower stood beside the pool, and from the top came a constant cascade of water to fill the pool.

There was a door at the base of the tower. Vaquel walked up to it and looked for a communication panel. Before she could find one, a small holographic face appeared before her.

“Welcome Vaquel Di of Euphoria,” the face said. “The Champion of Speed is running late. Please enjoy the comfort of the oasis. She will be here shortly.”

Vaquel snorted. Running late? What kind of Speed champion was she?

The pool did look inviting though. Vaquel walked up to it and pressed a button on her belt. The white material around her hand retracted and exposed her brown fingers. She reached down and touched the pool. It was cool to the touch.

“Queen’s tit, that must use a lot of power,” Vaquel said. She knew that the Goxx used currency, but their Champions appeared to have unlimited funds. Was it one of the privileges of being the best at what they did? Was there a Champion of Finance somewhere?

Something moved on the horizon. Vaquel had been ambushed on so many planets that she noticed it right away. The speck was small, and hovered above the ground. It was also rapidly getting larger. Whatever it was, it was moving incredibly fast.

Vaquel took an optical scanner from her belt. She raised it to her eye and hit the zoom button. There was a brief glimpse of something but at the speed it was moving, the zoom was already out of focus. The scanner calibrated and adjusted for the target’s velocity. At a distance of one hundred kilometers she got her first look of the object.

It was a Goxx woman. She wore a tight green bra to bind her large grey tits. A short strip of blue hair ran down the center of her head. Green shorts hugged her pelvis and thighs. She stood in a semi-crouch with her left side facing forward. Her arms were stretched out, along the axis of her hips. There was a big smile on her tusked face.

But what she standing on? It was some sort of flat platform. Yellow in color, it didn’t have any visible form of propulsion. Vaquel estimated it was almost two meters long and a meter wide. It must be the Champion’s Icon, the prize and symbol of their supremacy.

A swarm of drones detached from the blue tower. Each were the size of Vaquel’s fist. She recognized them as cameras from her other encounters with the Goxx. This species obsessively recorded everything their Champions did.

The rapidly approaching Goxx slowed down. She cut suddenly to the left and then the right before coming to an abrupt stop at the edge of the pool. A gust of wind blew into the pool area and tiny sand particles brushed Vaquel’s face.

“Hello!” the Gozz woman yelled. She stepped off the floating platform and onto the ground. Her feet were bare. The platform floated upwards and tilted ninety degrees. The Goxx woman tucked the platform under her arm and approached Vaquel.

“You must be Vaquel Di,” the woman said. “My name is Ailynn. I have watched your videos.”

“I hope you enjoyed them,” Vaquel said.

“I did,” Ailynn said. Her nose wiggled and there was a darkening of her grey cheeks. “Uh, do you mind if I uh,”

“Go ahead,” Vaquel said. She knew what the Champion wanted, though it amused Vaquel that Ailynn was being shy about it.

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt a seam appeared in her white spacesuit. She pulled the sides to expose an ample amount of her brown breasts. Not all of her breasts, of course, Vaquel knew the value of teasing.

Ailynn bent over until her face hovered above Vaquel’s breasts. Her nostrils flared as she took in a deep breath. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan.

Vaquel stood there and let the Champion enjoy herself. The Goxx emitted a specific musk when they climaxed. The males ejected their musk through their mouths while the women expelled theirs through their pussy. Vaquel had taken both over the last few months and most of it seemed to soak her tits. Although she had scrubbed and scrubbed, the strong scent remained.

“Thank you,” Ailynn said. She stood back up and looked Vaquel over. Her eyes slid over Vaquel’s ample brown breasts, her wide hips, her thick thighs and long legs. When her eyes returned back up to Vaquel’s face, there was a knowing smile on the Champion’s lips. Clearly, she had decided to add her musk to the previous champions.

Vaquel smiled back. She had made a similar decision. Ailynn’s body was lithe and wiry. She tried to count the abdominal muscles on the alien and gave up for there was too many. The powerful legs looked like they were carved out of grey stone. Vaquel yearned to grab a handful of the Champion’s solid ass.

“I am a little sweaty, and I need to clean myself,” Ailynn said. “Would you like to join me in the pool?”

“I would love to,” Vaquel said. Maybe the water will dilute Ailynn’s musk when Vaquel makes her come.

One of the drones beeped. “Sorry to interrupt, Champion.” A small hologram of a Goxx man appeared.

“That’s okay, Administrator,” Ailynn said with a patient smile. “Go ahead.”

“There is an unforeseen Jonner outbreak on Saig Three, in the Demi Forest!”

Ailynn’s face grew serious in an instant. “There’s never been an outbreak there. How advanced is it?”

“Category Six,” the Administrator responded.

“Be right there,” the Champion said. She waved her hand and the hologram vanished.

“Where is Saig Three?” Vaquel asked.

“It is the third planet in this system,” Ailynn said. “I need to stop this invasion right now. Want to come along?”

“Uh, sure,” Vaquel said. She had fought the Jonner before. They were interdimensional pests that took on the characteristics of nearby biological lifeforms. Left alone, they quickly overwhelm the native life and establish a hive.

“Want to come along in my ship?” Vaquel asked.

“No, it would be quicker if I just took you with me,” Ailynn said.

The Champion of Speed dropped her Icon. It flipped and hovered a few decimeters above the ground. Ailynn stepped onto it and held her hand out for Vaquel.

“Let me get my helmet,” Vaquel said.

“No need,” Ailynn said. She kept her hand out.

Travelling through space without a helmet? That was insane. It was against every lesson that they taught at the Royal Navy Academy. Vaquel couldn’t do it.

But riding that platform would mean Vaquel would have to share a tight space with a very sexy alien woman. Fuck it. Vaquel took Ailynn’s hand and stepped onto the flat plane.

“This will be fun,” Ailynn said. She turned Vaquel around to face forward and then pulled her back until Vaquel’s ass pressed against Ailynn’s thighs. One large arm went across Vaquel’s chest.

The platform shot forward. Momentum forced Vaquel back into Ailynn’s solid body. The desert rushed by at super speed.

Vaquel gasped. She squinted against the wind before realizing there was none. Inertia pushed her back into Ailynn’s muscular body, but something blocked the air from striking them. There must be some sort of force field that she couldn’t see.

The desert gave way to ocean. Vaquel cried out as the platform kept going. Waves undulated below them but the platform rose to just barely miss the cresting water.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel screamed as they nearly missed a looming wave.

Ailynn laughed. “Sorry, I’m just showing off. We’re perfectly safe.”

“How do you control it?” Vaquel shouted.

“Instinct mostly,” Ailynn said. Her arm tightened around Vaquel’s chest, flattening her breasts. “Hold on.”

Vaquel gripped Ailynn’s powerful arm. The platform, already moving at an incredible speed, surged forward at a new velocity.

The ocean changed into a shore. The shore disappeared in two heartbeats to be replaced by a forest. The platform rose and cleared the tops of the trees.

Vaquel’s heart pounded in her chest. She had never moved so fast, at least not on a planet. This was faster than a hyper train. This was quicker than any jet bike. The lack of a visible shell around them added to the sense of vulnerability.

“I thought we were going to another planet,” Vaquel shouted.

“We have to build speed before breaking orbit,” Ailynn shouted back. “Enjoy the view.”

Mountains appeared before them. The platform turned and skimmed the edges of the rocky crags. The mountains were left behind for a large plain. Cities loomed in the distance to either side but were soon left behind. The encountered another ocean and zoomed across it.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel repeated. This was incredible. Adrenaline pumped through her body. She was aware of every part of her body. Hard nipples rubbed against the confines of her tight spacesuit. Solid thighs pressed against Vaquel’s ass. The Champion’s fingers gripped Vaquel’s hip with sensual tightness.

“Get ready,” Ailynn said.

“How?” Vaquel shouted.

Ailynn laughed again. A shore rapidly approached. The platform tilted upwards and speed away from the surface. They shot into the open sky at unearthly speeds.

Vaquel screamed. Every instinct told her to slap on her helmet but it was back on the ship. She shielded her eyes despite the lack of wind.

Thick clouds surrounded them and then were gone. The glow of the atmosphere was laid out in front of them and then it was gone. The dark void of space surrounded them as they kept going.

“Queen’s holy tit!” Vaquel yelled. She was surprised to hear her voice in the emptiness of space.

“Shhh,” Ailynn said. “Relax. Feel it.”

Feel what? Her lings explode from the lack of atmosphere? Vaquel was about to respond when she realized that she did feel something. There was a tingling, all over her body. It was gentle, like someone was pleasantly humming against every millimeter of her skin.

“Ohh,” Vaquel said. She looked at her hand. Orange sparks leaped from her fingers. “What is it?”

“A by-product of space travel with the Icon,” Ailynn says. “The cosmic energy that powers the Icon has a weird reaction with space. I am not sure if it in intentional or just a happy accident. Check out what happens as we go faster.”

Sparks flew from the tip of the platform. The humming intensified, but it also moved. She felt it travel up her toes, along her thighs, deliciously over her pussy lips, up her stomach, around her breasts, onto her hard nipples, up her neck, across her lips, brushing the tip of her nose, nip her ears and wash over the top of her skull.

“Fuck,” Vaquel moaned.

“That was what I was thinking,” Ailynn said. She placed a hand on Vaquel’s shoulder. Despite the spacesuit, the contact resulted in a surge of humming on Vaquel’s skin. It was like a dozen mouths kissing her shoulder at the same time.

Ailynn’s other hand released Vaquel’s hip and slowly dragged across Vaquel’s waist. Vaquel shuddered as the vibrations danced across her belly. The hand moved up to cup a breast.

Vaquel arched her back against Ailynn’s body. Vibrations hummed wherever their bodies touched. The sensation from Ailynn’s hand on her nipple was almost too intense. Almost. Vaquel bit her lip and rode the sensations.

“It is so weird that your species has sensitive breasts,” Ailynn said. “I guess it makes up for having numb bellies.”

“Mmmm,” Vaquel groaned in response. She wasn’t capable of saying much else.

Ailynn leaned forward. Her hand moved from Vaquel’s shoulder to around Vaquel’s hip. She pressed her palm into Vaquel’s crotch.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. Her body shook. She held onto Ailynn’s grip as vibrations pummeled her tit and pussy.

The platform continued to race forward. A planet to the left grew larger and larger as they sped by it. Distant stars twinkled ahead.

Vaquel tried to calculate the speed of their velocity but the vibrations made it impossible to think. She gave up and focused on fucking Ailynn’s hand instead. Her hips moved, grinding her ass into Ailynn’s thighs while at the same time, humping the Champion’s hand.

Lights flickered in the distance. “Are those ships?” Vaquel asked.

“Asteroids and mining stations,” Ailynn said. She rubbed her humming palm into the side of Vaquel’s neck.

Vaquel trembled. “Are we going to slow down?”

“No,” Ailynn said. She moved her hand to Vaquel’s face and ran a single finger over her lips.

Vaquel touched the finger with her tongue. A jolt went through her. She laughed and licked it again.

The lights grew brighter. Shapes of giant rocks came into view. The density of the asteroid field was worrying.

Sparks flew as the Champion’s platform went faster.

A giant asteroid, pockmarked with drill holes, tumbled towards them.

“Queen protect us!” Vaquel screamed.

The platformed dipped down. The floating rock rotated above them as they sped by. Vaquel could reach out and touch it if she had the courage.

The humming grew more intense. Ailynn’s hand pressed down hard against Vaquel’s crotch. The powerful sensation penetrated deep with Vaquel’s wet sex.

Vaquel moaned. She gripped the Champion’s arm and held on as her body writhed.

They left the proximity of the giant asteroid and sped towards a smaller one. The platform rose and skimmed the top of it. Another asteroid came from the side and the platform changed direction by only a few degrees to avoid it.

Vaquel watched in stunned horror. They were going too fast. Obstacles appeared and then vanished before the space explorer could process it. The platform ducked, dodged and weaved from one terrifying near miss to another.

Ailynn said nothing. She held onto Vaquel’s neck and pussy as she guided the platform through an impossible obstacle course. The only hint that the Champion wasn’t totally engrossed in their predicament was the fact that her hips were slowly grinding against Vaquel’s back.

Unable to comprehend how they were still alive, Vaquel surrendered to the moment. She leaned into Ailynn’s strong humming body. Humming vibrations filled her drenched pussy. She leaned into the Champion’s hand on her cheek.

As the platform skimmed the side of a slowly thrusting mining station, Vaquel’s body crested into orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out.

Pleasure obliterated Vaquel’s fear. She laughed as asteroids barreled towards them and were deftly avoided. Her body writhed under Ailynn’s touch as she was brought to another orgasm.

Suddenly, there were clear of the asteroid field. Empty space stretched once more before them. A distant dot grew larger and took on the shape of a planet.

“Enough, enough,” Vaquel said. She pulled Ailynn’s hand away from her crotch. Juices ran down her thighs inside her spacesuit. She peeled her back from the champion’s body and stood up on her own.

“Remember, I need to keep in contact to keep you on the Icon,” Ailynn said. Her hand shifted to Vaquel’s shoulder.

“Oh, we’re keeping contact,” Vaquel said. She turned around and faced the Champion. There was a smug smirk on the grey woman’s face.

Vaquel dropped to her knees and grabbed Ailynn’s hips. She leaned forward and placed her lips on one of the many exposed abdominal muscles. Sparks connected her lips to Ailynn’s skin. She stuck out her tongue and took a lick. Salty sweat stuck to her tongue. That’s right, the Champion never did get a chance to clean off in the pool.

Ailynn shuddered. Her hands went to both of Vaquel’s shoulders. Residual energy from the Icon made Vaquel’s short pink hair dance.

Kissing Ailynn’s stomach made Vaquel’s lips tingle but she kept at it. Her tongue licked the valleys of the Champion’s muscles. She alternated between loving licks and quick kisses. Overcome with lust, Vaquel allowed herself a quick bite with her teeth.

Ailynn hissed. Her hips swayed back and forth. She tightened her grip on Vaquel’s shoulders.

Vaquel explored the Champion’s chiseled stomach with her lips and tongue. The salt of her alien’s sweat made Vaquel thirsty for more. When her lips grew numb from the constant touching, Vaquel used the tip of her nose to slowly graze Ailynn’s sensitive flesh.

“Fuck me, Vaquel Di,” Ailynn moaned. “Fuck me, Champion of the Mouth.”

Vaquel pulled on Ailynn’s shorts. She had trouble pulling the tight cloth over the thick legs. The shorts came down to reveal two smooth vaginas, one slit a few decimeters above the other. Vaquel leaned in and gave the top one a quick lick.

Ailynn cried out. The platform swerved to the side with an uncharacteristic lack of control. Ailynn kept one hand on Vaquel’s shoulder and roughly pulled her shorts down to her ankles and then stepped one foot out of them. She spread her legs for Vaquel’s attention.

Desire dripped from each pussy. Vaquel took one long slow lick of the bottom sex and worked her way up to the top sex. Both pussy lips quivered at her touch. She licked her way down the same way.

“More,” Ailynn said. “You’ve teased me enough! Fuck me!”

Vaquel laughed. She let go of Ailynn’s hips and brought her left hand down to the Champion’s bottom sex. Three of her fingers slipped into the wet pussy with ease. She added a fourth and it slid right in.

“More,” Ailynn moaned.

Vaquel placed her right hand on the alien’s top pussy. This time she started with four fingers and they slipped in to her knuckles. With both hands inside the Champion, she pumped each pussy.

Ailynn cried out. The platform wobbled.

Vaquel prayed to the Gods of the Next Life that they didn’t collide into anything. However, if she was going to die in space, she might as well go out fucking. She pressed her lips back to the Champion’s incredible abdominal muscles and resumed licking.

Ailynn’s fingers dug into Vaquel’s shoulders. Her hips moved as she fucked Vaquel’s hands. Sparks flew as the platform’s velocity increased.

“More,” Ailynn moaned.

Vaquel knew what to do. She curled her hands inside the Champion’s slick pussies. The large woman’s sex accommodated both fists. Vaquel shifted her rhythm, alternating her thrusts and using some combinations she learned in her self-defense classes.

At the same time, Vaquel kept worshipping the champion’s belly with her mouth. It was easy to do. The thrusting of her fists was automatic to her, and the licking and kissing of hard muscles under smooth skin was irresistible. Vaquel could do this all day.

Ailynn however, could not. She panted as her vaginal muscles constricted and expanded. Tremors ran up and down her hard legs. The platform shook like a starship with the stabilizers offline.

The Champion screamed. Thick musk sprayed from both stuffed pussies and splattered Vaquel’s arms. Ailynn rose on her toes as she rode the pleasure exploding within her.

Vaquel froze. The alien’s sex was too tight to move her hands. She planted one last kiss on Ailynn’s stomach with her numb lips.

Ailynn let out a loud sigh. She settled back onto the flat of her feet. The platform stopped shaking. The vaginal grip around Vaquel’s wrists relaxed.

Vaquel pulled her hands free. Musk dripped from her hands and arms. Some of it had even splashed her chest. Praise the Queen that she was wearing a space suit and didn’t get it on her skin this time.

“Almost there,” Ailynn breathed.

Vaquel stood up and turned around. A yellow planet grew larger. She stepped back into the Champion’s embrace. The powerful arm wrapped back around her.

“I’m going to drop you off at the forest’s edge,” Ailynn said. “There is a city there and the locals will get you some refreshments. It will be quicker if I take on the Jonner by myself.”

“How long will that take?” Vaquel asked.

“Long enough to smash through thousands of Jonner at super-speed,” Ailynn said.

“So, not long at all?” Vaquel said.

“Ha, you got that right. Why? Are you in a hurry?” Ailynn said.

“Of course, I am,” Vaquel said. She snuggled against the Champion’s firm body.

“I’m looking forward to the trip back.”