Nov 072018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated The Queen Says Something Once, Why Say It Again? by Royal Astronomers. There are ten planets here. Five are gas giants, four are barren with no atmosphere and one planet, the fifth from the sun, supports life.

The biologically active planet is suspicious. There are signs of massive climate change in the last ten years. Simple organisms are in abundance, but complex life forms appear to be centered on one continent. All of the life forms appear to be compatible with each other, but there is little genetic similarities between the simple and the complex.

None of the life forms have developed technology or even simple tools, but scanners have detected a large metal structure on the inhabited continent. I will land and investigate. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: This planet is probably someone’s personal garden. I just hope they don’t mind outsiders coming to visit. And if they do mind, I have no problem telling the Royal Navy to send a conquest ship here to teach them some manners.

Vaquel Di pushed her way through the forest. The limbs of the tress swung back and forth according to some strange biological function that she hadn’t bothered to study. Branches with giant yellow leaves slapped against her breasts, arms and hips and the thin purple spacesuit that Vaquel wore provided little protection. The glassteel helmet she wore prevented the branches from smacking her face or messing up her short pink hair. That was the only reason she hadn’t used her herbicide grenades and massacred the tress.

The forest opened into a clearing and Vaquel sighed with relief. Inside the clearing, a large metal structure squatted in the dirt. Judging by the depression in the ground and the scorched trunks, Vaquel realized it was less of a clearing and more of a landing crater for whatever the structure was.

“Hello?” Vaquel yelled. “Anyone here? Just a friendly space explorer checking out a technological anomaly on a primitive planet! Anyone?

There was no answer. Vaquel approached the structure and took out a scanner from her belt. She found a few landing struts which confirmed that this was some sort of drop pod. The scanner detected energy signatures inside along with life forms. There were no windows or even a door. She saw ports for sensors but was unable to tell what exactly they were sensing.

“What are you supposed to do?” Vaquel said out loud. “Were you supposed to spit out more inhabitants for planet? Or do you carry supplies for whomever seeded this planet? Was there a malfunction? Or are you waiting for something?”

The structure didn’t answer. Something from the trees did.

“Toom?”

It was a yellow humanoid, the same color as the leaves that filled the forest. The humanoid was short and barely came up to Vaquel’s breasts. Two large eyes on stalks peered from a round face. The creature had a round mouth and no noticeable nose. Broad shoulders supported muscular arms. It stood behind a bush in a defensive manner

“Gat?” the creature said.

“Hey there,” Vaquel said. “Aren’t you a cute little thing! Is this pod yours?”

“Toom?” the creature said.

Vaquel smirked. “Probably not,” she said, answering her own question. “You got the eyes of a beginning tool user. Fuck, you were probably seeded here along with the other animals. That’s okay. I like fucking primitives. Why don’t you come out from those trees?”

The creature stepped out from behind the bush and entered the clearing. His legs were just as thick and muscular as his arms. A large ball swung between its legs. Sticking from the ball was a small phallus. It was barely the length and girth of Vaquel’s end finger.

Vaquel sighed. “Looks like you got an unfortunate evolutionary trait there, primitive.”

“Gat?” the creature said. He approached Vaquel and stared at the swelling of her spacesuit where her breasts were.

“Vaquel,” she said, tapping her breasts.

“Vell?” the creature said, poking Vaquel’s mounds. His eyes widened as his finger sank into the swell of her breast.

“Close enough,” Vaquel said. She poked the creature’s chest. Hard muscles resisted her finger. “What are you?”

“Wharu?” the creature said.

“Okay,” Vaquel said. She poked the creature again “Wharu,” and then poked herself, “Vaquel.”

The creature poked itself, “Wharu,” and then poked Vaquel’s breast again. “Vell.”

“You’re a quick learner, Wharu,” Vaquel said. “You wouldn’t know how to get in this big thing here, would you?”

“Toom?” Wharu said.

“Yeah, you probably don’t.” Vaquel said. She turned around to face the structure. “Maybe I can generate a key signal to open a hatch.”

Wharu walked around to face her. He poked one of her breasts and then the other. Using both hands, he alternated between breasts to poke.

“I’m trying to work here, Wharu,” Vaquel said. “I mean, I don’t blame you. Almost everything in the galaxy loves my breasts. Here, have a good look so you can satisfy your curiosity.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A seam appeared in the purple spacesuit between her large mounds. She pulled on the seam and both of her large brown breasts popped free.

“Batoom!” Wharu said. He recoiled almost in fear but his eye stalks stayed focused on her breasts.

“That’s a new word,” Vaquel said. “Don’t be afraid. Go ahead and touch them.”

Vaquel took Wharu’s hand and placed it against her breast. She closed his fingers around her soft flesh. Wharu resisted but soon he squeezed on his own. As he squeezed, his eye stalks shook with excitement.

Batooooom,” Wharu sighed.

Wharu moved his hand and examined the black nipple on her breast. He gave it a poke, and then pinched it. When Vaquel shuddered, Wharu’s eye stalks weaved in the air.

“Toom?” he asked.

“Yeah, that was nice,” Vaquel said. “But look, I really do need to work and that is hard with you standing in front of me. How about we try this?”

Vaquel took Wharu by the shoulders and repositioned him. She had him face the drop pod and then she stood in front of him, facing the drop pod as well. Reaching down, she took his hand and brought it around to her chest. As soon as she squeezed her breast, Wharu wrapped his other arm around her to do the same.

“There you go, have fun,” Vaquel said. Her breasts now cupped by the primitive, Vaquel examined her scanner and toyed with a few key signatures.

“Batoooom,” Wharu said behind her. His eyes stalks extended so he could look over her shoulders and down at her large brown mounds. He ran his hands over her breasts and gave them playful squeezes. When they jiggled in his grip, he made excited yipping sounds.

“Everyone loves breasts,” Vaquel whispered. As nice as the primitive’s hands felt, Vaquel’s attention was on her scanner. There were faint signals in the neta class of frequencies. Maybe one of them was a responder.

Wharu shook Vaquel’s breasts with increasing speed. The brown mountains quaked in his hands. He slapped the breasts together and yipped at the slapping sound they made. Sometimes he lifted their breasts and let them fall, as if mesmerized by the effect that gravity had on them.

Something poked the back of Vaquel’s thigh. It felt like a stylus for one of her consoles. Was it a fly? No, wait, it was the primitive’s penis.

Vaquel sighed and went back to work. That was a real shame about Wharu’s organ. Maybe later, she will wrap a finger around it and give it a pity-tug. For now though, there was increased transmissions on the neta-band, but there was also activity on the yeta-band as well. Maybe the key signal was a combination of the two.

Wharu’s fingers concentrated around her nipples. His fingers rubbed in tight circles that was quite pleasing. Rubbing turned into pinching and pinching turned into twisting.

A shudder ran through Vaquel’s body. The twisting reached delicious levels of discomfort when another idea occurred to her. She adjusted the scanner to transmit a key sequence using alternating neta-band and veta-band frequencies.

KOOSH! A crack appeared on the side of the drop pod. Air hissed out and motors whined as a wall section lowered slowly to the ground to form a ramp inside the pod.

Wharu jumped but his hands clung to Vaquel’s breasts. The frightened primitive whimpered behind her. His powerful hands crushed her sensitive tits.

“Relax, Wharu,” Vaquel said. “We got this sucker open. Let’s go see what’s inside. Maybe we can find out where you and your fellow life forms come from.”

Vaquel took a step forward but Wharu’s strong hands on her breasts stopped her. She gently pried one hand from her tit. As soon as she let go, the hand slapped back onto her breast. His fingers trembled in fear.

“Okay, let’s try this,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button on her belt. The area of her spacesuit that covered her buttocks parted. As she held down the button, the hole widened until the brown curves of her ass were revealed.

Vaquel peeled one of Waru’s hands off her tit and then guided his hand down to her ass. His fingers sunk into her firm round buttock. He must have liked it because he kept his hand there. Vaquel did the same with his other hand.

“Okay, let’s go exploring,” Vaquel said. She took a step forward and Wharu followed, his hands holding onto her ass for comfort and reassurance.

Lights flickered to life inside the drop pod. Vaquel ascended the ramp and was relieved to see that the ceiling was quite high. Whomever designed it did not have Wharu’s height in mind. Thee was plenty of room to walk around.

Glass compartments filled with yellow bodies lined the walls. The bodies were similar to Wharu except for the slits between their legs and slightly more developed mammaries. They all appeared to be asleep or in a state of stasis. Vaquel counted twenty in all.

“I think I found the rest of your species, Wharu,” Vaquel said. “Their tits are nothing to talk about, but maybe their sex can accommodate your tiny cock.”

Wharu took one hand off Vaquel’s ass and walked around her. He still had one hand on a brown buttock for comfort. He peered at a container and tapped on the window.

“Poomta?” Wharu asked.

Vaquel shrugged. “I don’t know why they haven’t come out. Let me see what the hold up is.”

The space explorer walked over to a shelf that was at knee height. A control panel displayed letters similar to Constantia. The interface was remarkably intuitive and Vaquel was able to query the status of the drop pod systems.

“All chambers are empty,” Vaquel read. “My ass. I bet there is a communications breakdown. I’ve seen it before on my ship. It only takes one sensor malfunction to throw off a sequence of actions.”

“Gat?” Wharu asked.

“Oh right, you’re a primitive who thinks a stick is science fiction,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel bent down to look at interface shelf. There was a maintenance panel underneath. A slight push caused the panel to open. Inside was a mess of disconnected cables, open ports and the withered remains of a small rodent.

“I think I found the problem,” Vaquel said and she tossed the rodent corpse out. “Let’s see what happens when I plug this shit back in.”

The angle was awkward from a squatting position, and even more awkward with Wharu holding onto a buttock. She pried the primitive’s hand from her ass and Wharu whimpered. Even when she turned around and laid on her back, Wharu tried to slide his hand between the floor and her ass to grab another handful.

“Let’s give you something else to touch,” Vaquel said. She pressed another button on her belt. This time a seam opened over her crotch She pulled the fabric apart to reveal the pink hair of her pubic bush. Moist brown lips glistened underneath.

That got Wharu’s attention. He squatted down between her legs and poked her pubic mound. His finger sunk through her pink hair, onto her lip and then between her lips. When he felt the wet heat inside, he quickly yanked his finger back.

“Vuw!” he yipped.

Vaquel took his moist finger and brought it to her lips. She stuck her tongue out and give his finger a long lick. When her mouth closed, she licked her lips and gave him an exaggerated smile.

“See? Yummy!” Vaquel said. “You try.”

Vaquel pulled gently on Wharu’s head. The excited creature bent down between Vaquel’s thighs. He eagerly pressed his lips to her sex and then his tongue took a tentative lick.

The primitive shuddered. His eye stalks vibrated, and the pupils dilated. “Poomta-vu!” he cried. He took another lick and then another.

“That should keep you busy,” Vaquel said. She pulled the top half of her body into the maintenance space while her hips and legs remained outside. The internal lights gave her plenty to work with. She started to match cables to ports according to color.

Wharu nuzzled Vaquel’s pussy. He rubbed his face along the damp curls of her pubic bush. His lips nibbled her pussy while his tongue lapped at her juices. The more he tasted of Vaquel, the faster his tongue moved.

“Whoa!” Vaquel moaned and nearly dropped a cable. “You learn quick!”

Wharu grunted in response. His lips pressed harder against Vaquel’s sex. The nimble tongue stretched and widened as it licks the walls of her pussy.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. Maybe she had underestimated the primitive’s body. His cock was disappointing, but his tongue was adaptable. The tongue reached depths that few biologicals ever could.

Vaquel tried to focus on the cables in front of her as Wharu licked her. There were a bunch of white cables but their input heads were four different shapes while the remaining ports appeared to be too big for any of them. There was something she was missing, but it was hard to figure it out with a tongue flicking inside of her.

If Wharu was aware of Vaquel’s troubles, he showed no signs. He grinded his face up and down the lips of Vaquel’s pussy. His tongue was a thick snake inside of her, wiggling and thrusting as it pulled more of her sweet juices into his mouth. He made happy slurping sounds between her brown thighs.

Vaquel writhed beneath Wharu’s mouth. She stared up at the cables and ports, not really seeing them as the primitive’s thick tongue fucked her pussy. A glimmer of an idea about the cables would form in her head, only to be snuffed out by the next sensation between her thighs.

Wharu grunted into her sex. He reached into the maintenance space and grabbed her round breasts with his powerful hands. His fingers squeezed tightly, holding onto her tits while his lips and tongue fucked her.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel groaned. She felt her orgasm coming. Her hands went to Wharu’s head and pressed him tighter to her pussy.

There was no need for Wharu was going nowhere. He held onto her brown mountains and thrusted with his tongue. The thick appendage delved deep into Vaquel’s sex, then pulled back into Wharu’s mouth to swallow her juices and then plunged back in. Growling with desire, his tongue fucked her endlessly.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Her orgasm exploded like a plasma grenade between her thighs.

Wharu kept licking.

Vaquel moaned. She wanted to savor her climax but Wharu’s relentless tongue was too good to stop. She laid limp on the floor of the drop pod and let the primitive enjoy himself.

High on pleasure, Vaquel stared up at the empty ports. An idea formed as Wharu kept licking. She took two of the cables and tried to plug them in, side by side, into a large port.

They fit perfectly.

Machines hummed inside the drop pod. Wharu was startled and pulled away from Vaquel’s sex. Vaquel slid out from inside the maintenance panel and pulled herself up on unsteady knees.

The control panel relayed a stream of information in Constantia. “Malfunctions detected. Awakening Process Interrupted. Launching Repair Drones.”

“I think that did it, Wharu,” Vaquel said. “Looks like you are going to get some new friends.”

“Poomta!” Wharu yelled. He jumped up and down on three legs.

Wait, three legs? Vaquel studied her alien friend. The tiny proboscis of a phallus had lengthened considerably since the last time she saw it. The massive organ now stretched down to his knee. It was also much thicker, almost as thick as one of Vaquel’s wrists.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said in awe. “You turned out to be a grower.” It must be a result of licking her pussy.

Wharu ignored Vaquel and pawed at a glass compartment. Inside, the female primitive began to stir as her chamber was filled with blue gases.

Vaquel licked her lips. Soon, Wharu would have his own kind to fuck. It didn’t seem fair that only got to experience his mouth.

“Hey, Wharu,” Vaquel said. “I want to show you something.”

Vaquel bent over the display shelf. She presented her brown ass towards the yellow alien. Spreading her legs, she slid her fingers up and down her pussy lips.

Wharu turned away from the hibernation chambers. He came over to Vaquel and sniffed the air. When he tried to bend over to lick her pussy, Vaquel stopped him.

“No, no, use that!” Vaquel said, pointing to his enormous cock.

“Toom?” Vaquel said.

“Queen’s tit, it looks like your education isn’t over,” Vaquel said. She reached around and grabbed his cock. It twisted in her grasp. Pulling gently, she placed the head of his phallus to her sex lips and pushed it in.

“Poomta-vu!” Wharu cried. He grabbed her thighs with his powerful hands and pushed with his hips. In one strong thrust, he pushed the entire length of his cock inside Vaquel.

“Fuck!” Vaqeul said. Her body shuddered as the thick phallus filled her. She slammed her hand down on the control panel and then winced as a display window cracked. Oh well, it seemed to still be working.

“Hu, hu, hu,” Wharu moaned. He stood behind her and his fingers dug into her thighs.
“Well, fuck me, Wharu!” Vaquel said. “Do I have to show you how to do that too?” She pushed back against him and then slid forward. When he didn’t do anything, she tried repeating the motion.

Wharu grunted and then his cock twisted one-hundred and eighty degrees inside Vaquel. As she cried out, his cock twisted back into position and then kept gong another one hundred and eighty degrees. Throughout the twisting, Wharu stayed where he was, pressed tightly against Vaquel’s bottom.

Vaquel groaned and relished the sensations. Wharu’s strange cock twisted one way and then the other. Her sex clenched tightly around the thick phallus, enjoying the feeling of his organ drilling inside of her.

Wharu leaned forward with his long arms. Both hands cupped Vaquel’s brown tits. With unerring accuracy, he trapped her nipples between his fingers. Her nipples were pinched as he squeezed her heavy breasts.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried as the thick cock twisted and spun and inside her. Natural instincts took over and she humped the shifted phallus. Her body undulated from Wharu’s grip on her tits down to her buttocks against his crotch. She reached down between her thighs and played with her clit as the weird cock rotated in her pussy.

“Hu, hu, hu,” Wharu grunted. His cock pulsed with increasing frequency. The head of his phallus widened.

Things were beginning to get too tight inside Vaquel but she refused to stop. She humped faster. She clenched tighter around the twisting manhood. She pinched her clitoris.

“Huta!” Wharu cried and then his cock vibrated. A rush of hot liquid filled Vaquel’s sex. It was like a bucket of seed had been ejected into her pussy all at once.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. The sudden rush of hot seed sent her over the edge. Her climax curled her toes and clenched her eyes shut.

Vaquel was still shaking when Wharu pulled out of her. She looked over her shoulder as the yellow primitive. His giant erection was gone and, in its place,, was an empty tube that hung down to his legs. It looked like an empty sausage wrapper.

“Queen’s tit, “Vaquel swore. “Your cock was ninety-nine percent semen. No wonder so much of it is running down my legs.”

A bell rang. Twenty chambers suddenly opened and twenty yellow primitive women stumbled out. Their eyes stalks were dazed and looking in opposite directions.

“Toom!” Wharu whispered, looking at twenty females of his species. His limp phallus began to fill again.

Vaquel looked at the control panel that she was still leaning on. “Awakening completed. Self-disintegration has now started!”

“Oh shit,” Vaquel said. “Wharu, we go to get out of here?”

“Gat?” Wharu said. He was poking the breast of a female. She was poking his hardening cock.

A klaxon blared. It was incredibly loud and hurt Vaquel’s ears. Red lights flashed and the entire drop pod began to shake.

Wharu screamed. So did the others of his species. As a hard, they stampeded out of the drop pod.

Vaquel snorted. “Don’t worry about me!” she shouted at the fleeing primitives. She straightened up and winced from the strange screwing she had received. Trying to rush and failing, Vaquel descended the ramp and walked a few more steps before collapsing into the soft grass.

She was alone. The yellow primitives had run into the clearing and kept going. They disappeared into the trees in a panic.

The drop pod shimmered. A dozen disintegration fields activated. Vaquel watched the pretty colors flare and then fade away, leaving nothing but a crater where the drop pod had been.

“You can come back, now!” Vaquel yelled.

There was no answer

Vaquel laughed. “Oh, I see how it is. You got a bunch of women to fuck, Wharu. You have a whole species to start. Shit, who knows what they got for your twisty cock between their legs. Go knock yourselves out. I mean, I just helped you guys get started, it’s not like I expect a reward or anything.”

Seed oozed from her sex. Vaquel placed her hand on her pussy lips and trembled. She was still sensitive from the licking and fucking he gave her.

“Okay, I guess you did give me a reward after all,” Vaquel admitted.

One hundred years later,

Whatunna the High-Priestess stood before her people. A hush fell over the crowd. Every eye-stalk was turned to her.

“Bring forth the Lonely One!” she cried.

The crowd parted and a man came forward. The muscles on his arms were thick from living alone. His manhood twisted with need between his legs.

The Lonely One knelt in front of the High-Priestess. He pressed his mouth to her sex and the High-Priestess moaned. The crowd stomped the ground un unison, filling the village with a clap of thunder.

“On this day, we remember the Goddess, The Twin Mountains That Walked!” the High-Priestess announced. “For she found the First Man, and she saw that he was lonely! So she took him to the Garden of Vell and there, he found the First Mothers!”

The crowd stomped the ground again.

“But behold, the First Man did not know what to do with the First Mothers! The Twin Mountains That Walked showed him the way, by hand, by tongue and by cock!”

The crowd stomped the ground again.

The High-Priestess shuddered as the Lonely One licked a sensitive spot. “And once the First Man knew what to do, The Twin Mountains That Walked released the First Mothers from the Garden of Vell. They went into the forest where the First Man taught them what he had learned!”

The crowd stomped the ground, a little too quickly.

“And so on this day, we celebrate The Twin Mountains That Walked in the way that she demands!”

The villagers stomped the ground one last time before mounting each other in an orgy that will last the night.

Oct 032018
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day ten of my thirty-three day journey to the star system designated The Queen Says Something Once, Why Say It Again? by Royal Astronomers. All systems are normal. No anomalies detected. All personal systems are optimal. There is nothing to report. At all. Nothing. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Whispers. Where are they coming from? Chairbot swears he doesn’t hear them, but I do. I can’t hear what it is saying but I hear something. It sounds like it might a woman. Maybe more than one. I’m not imagining it, am I?

But why does their whispering make me wet?

Vaquel Di tossed in the sleeping bay. Asleep, she had kicked the covers off at some point in her rest cycle. Sweat clung to her dark brown skin. Heavy breasts jiggled as she rolled onto her back. A clump of her short pink hair stuck together and would surely have annoyed her if she was awake.

“What?” Vaquel groaned in her sleep. She turned her head from side to side, trying to turn an ear to an unknown sound.

The air recyclers in the probe ship hummed. The hull of the ship rumbled gently from a dozen micro-impacts. The navigation pod at the front of the ship flashed information on several screens but emitted no noise. Chairbot sat nearby, inert as it went through a daily internal scan.

There, Vaquel heard something. Her eyes fluttered open, but she was not quite awake. She drifted on the precipice between consciousness and dream.

“Do you want to feel something exquisite?” the voice asked. It was a sultry voice, deep with the promise of something sensual.

“Yes,” Vaquel answered.

There was a sigh and Vaquel wasn’t sure if it came from her or the voice. The weight of her eyelids became too much and they closed once more. Her consciousness drifted back down into the depths of sleep.

“Jiggle, jiggle, mounds of brown,” a voice whispered. “Pinch and twist till lovely lips frown.”

Vaquel swept her hands over her breasts. She felt this happen with a strange detachment. Her hands moved on their own and didn’t need her help. She should just lay there and relax.

She felt her hands cup her breasts and then give them a shake. It started gentle, merely shaking her large breasts from side to side but soon it escalated. Her hands shook faster and faster until her tits were slapping together.

It was enough to wake Vaquel up, but something whispered to her.

“No, no,” the voice said. “Sleep a little dream of warm tides and full moons.”

Vaquel groaned. She was on an ocean. The moon was full and bright above her. No, there were three moons. And across each moon, something flew across them.

Her hands stopped shaking her breasts and focused on her nipples instead. Thumbs rolled over her soft nubs of flesh. Around and round her thumbs rolled until she coaxed her nipples to harden to little stones. That was when she pressed her other fingers to her nipple and pinched down hard.

Vaquel gasped but she did not awake.

The fingers pinched hard. Pain flared through Vaquel’s sensitive flesh. The sensations caused her thighs to spread. Her hips shifted.

The fingers twisted. The gasp became a moan. A heel dug into the mattress. Slowly, Vaquel’s lips began to frown.

“Tremble in pain, tremble in joy,” the voice whispered. “Reach down and play with your favorite toy.”

Vaquel let go of her right breast. She moved her hand to the soft furry bush of her pink pubic hair. In the darkness, she pushed aside the petals of her sex and found the sensitive button that was her favorite toy.

A jolt ran through Vaquel as she touched her clitoris. The jolt was amplified by the twisting of her left nipple. Her eyes fluttered open but only for a second before closing again.

Vaquel’s fingers played with her clitoris. She rolled it between her fingers and gave it little squeezes. Sometimes she pulled and sometimes she twisted just to the verge of causing pain.

Something was off. This wasn’t how Vaquel normally touched herself. She liked to rub herself in a tight circle. This was something different.

Someone else was touching her clit.

“Twist and play, play and twist,” the voice whispered. “Bring me forth, I INSIST!”

Vaquel twisted her nipple back and forth. She did the same to her clitoris. The pain made her whimper, but it also made her pussy moist. Desire flowed through her sex and dampened the sheets beneath her.

“A little bit of nail should do it, sweet,” the voice whispered.

Vaquel shook her head but her fingers did it anyway. Sharp nails dug into her twisted nipple. Sharper nails sung her sensitive clit. Pain blossomed from both.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out.

“Yes,” a woman said next to her.

Vaquel jumped. Her eyes popped open. Fully awake, she turned and looked at the person sharing her sleeping bay.

It was a woman. That was clear from her shapely breasts and the curious slit between her legs. She glowed with an internal light that outlined her orange body. Green hair as short as Vaquel’s topped a face with bright white eyes. Sensuous lips the color of a deeper shade of orange smiled at her.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vaquel demanded.

“Did I not deliver on my promise?” the woman said. “Was that not exquisite?”

Vaquel trembled as she felt an aftershock from her abused clitoris. “Yes, but-“

“And would you like to feel more extemporary delights?” the woman asked.

“Yes,” Vaquel whispered.

The woman smiled. “Of your own free will then,” she whispered. She placed a hand between Vaquel’s thighs and palmed her wet sex. “Sleep.”

“Fuc-“ Vaquel didn’t finish as her eyes closed and her tongue grew heavy. Down the pit of sleep she fell although she continued to feel the woman’s hand on her pussy.

“My name is Lunda,” the woman said. “And we still have two of my Climax-Sisters to bring forth. We must work quick. The prison we were locked in will soon become a tomb.”

Vaquel snored in response.

Lunda climbed over Vaquel. The sleeping bay was only a meter tall so Lunda clung close to the sleeping woman. She turned herself around until her knees straddled Vaquel’s head and Vaquel’s own sex was beneath Lunda’s mouth.

“What a delightful smell you have, sweet,” Lunda whispered. “I smell cock and fingers, pussy and dildo, organic and inorganic, physical and cosmic. You have fucked your way through the galaxy. No wonder my spell was drawn to you.”

Lunda dipped down and pressed her mouth to Vaquel’s pussy. A long tongue slithered out and parted the sex lips. The tongue kept going, extending deeper, deeper and deeper into Vaquel.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel groaned in her sleep. This was a strange dream. Something cold was on top of her. She could smell pussy nearby. A snake was burrowing into her own sex and reaching places that were rarely touched.

Lunda retracted her tongue back into her mouth. “Delicious,” she said. “I could eat you all night but there so little time. I imagine the cell my Climax-Sisters are in has already been brought to the volcano. As tempting as it is to keep licking, I should really get to work, don’t you think?”

Vaquel groaned. Her hips thrust upwards.

Lunda cackled. A plant sample from the last world Vaquel visited wilted in its containment pod. A nearby dildo grew an extra three centimeters. The temperature inside the ship dropped a degree.

“Hold still, sweet,” Lunda said. She slipped her finger into Vaquel’s pussy and pulled it out. Slick juices clung to her orange finger. Resisting the urge to lick, Lunda wiped the juices on Vaquel’s thighs. She traced strange angles and weird arcs on the sleeping woman’s skin. Her finger dried quickly so it took frequent dips into Vaquel’s pussy to complete her work.

Vaquel groaned as Lunda drew on her skin. The pussy juice tingled where it laid and unknown to Vaquel, it glowed with a green light. The tingling of her secretions sensitized her thighs until it felt like a hundred mouths were kissing her.

“Now sweet, let’s pull my Climax-Sister through, shall we?” Lunda asked.

The orange woman slipped her finger back into Vaquel’s pussy but this time, two other fingers entered as well. The fingers expanded within Vaquel, each as thick as a slender cock. The three pushed deep inside but then pulled back at the brink of pain. They slid in and out of her stuffed sex, fucking her with an insistent rhythm.

Something splattered against Vaquel’s face. It was sticky and the musk was overwhelming. Thighs trembled around her head. She understood that Lunda’s sex was dripping onto her No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get her lips to open.

“Milebe, luscious and excessive,” Lunda whispered. “I call with something delicious for you.”

Vaquel shuddered. The three fingers in her pussy seemed to double in length. It was impossible, but her sex stretched to accommodate it. The penetration seemed to fill her entire body.

“I hear you sister of the orgasm,” a new voice whispered. “Bring me forth!”

Lunda pumped her fingers in and out of Vaquel. It was slow and steady. The three fingers thrummed and pulsed as fucked the explorer.

Vaquel writhed in the bed. What she was feeling was impossible. The three fingers pushing in were touching three fingers pushing out. It felt like someone was inside of her sex, stroking in synchronicity with the strange woman fingering her pussy. Each thrust felt like it was dividing Vaquel in two. The sleeping explorer should have been in pain but in the delirium of her dream, it felt amazing.

Whatever was happening inside Vaquel, it was enough to make her come. Still asleep, she cried out as pleasure erupted inside of her. Drops of the woman’s pussy landed in her mouth and made her climax again.

“Oh, she is lovely,” the new voice said.

Vaquel was awake again. Her heart pounded and her pussy clenched. Lunda had pulled out of her and was now lying on Vaquel’s side.

On Vaquel’s other side was a new woman. She had the same orange skin that was illuminated from within, but that was the only similarity. This woman had heavy orange breasts the size of small boulders. Her hips were wide and broad like her shoulders. Waves of black hair tumbled from her face and nearly obscured it. Deep within that green hair, white eyes glowed.

Vaquel wasn’t sure if she was still asleep. The sleeping bay was too small for three women, yet here they were. The woman’s broad shoulders should be scraping the ceiling but it moved freely. She felt Lunda arranging herself behind Vaquel without falling out of the bay. How was that possible?

“Who are you?” Vaquel asked the new woman.

“Milebe,” the woman said. Her voice was high and sweet. “Let me ask you a question. Would you like to taste something delicious?”

Vaquel didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” she said.

“Then sleep and open your mouth,” Milebe said. She pulled Vaquel towards a massive breast. Vaquel was asleep in an instant and her mouth was open a second later.

A plump breast pressed against Vaquel’s face. A hard nipple as thick as her thumb pushed into her mouth. A sweet scent filled Vaquel’s lungs, like candy but more precious. Vaquel’s lips closed around the nipple and she sucked.

Something thick squirted into Vaquel’s mouth. The liquid made Vaquel’s tongue tingle and her mouth water. A warmth spread down her throat that made her own breasts feel sensitive. The heat expanded and filled Vaquel’s buttocks. Her asshole felt a need to be touched. The heat curiously skipped her sex and went down her legs. Her toes curled in pleasure.

“I can see why you delayed, Lunda,” Milebe said. “The walls of the prison were glowing red and I wondered if you had forgotten us.”

“Never,” Lunda said behind Vaquel. She shifted down and gripped Vaquel’s ass. Her hands pulled apart her cheeks and Vaquel felt hot breath on her asshole.

“Oh, I believe you,” Milebe said, squeezing Vaquel harder to her breast. “But you know our Orgasm-Sister, she will be annoyed to be called last.”

“Annoyance is her reason for breathing,” Lunda said.

“I must warn you, sweet,” Milebe whispered to Vaquel. “Our third Orgasm-Sister is the most fearsome of us all. She is greedy and selfish with the beauty of youth to excuse her appetites. She will not be gentle with you.”

“She will see for herself,” Lunda said. “Now help me with the gate.”

Vaquel felt Milebe place her hand on Vaquel’s soaked pussy. The explorer wanted to lift a leg to allow better access, but the chains of sleep held her still. It was no matter. Milebe pushed, squirmed and wiggled her thick finger until it slipped inside of Vaquel.

Shudders gripped Vaquel’s body. She sucked harder on the nipple and the warmth if provided. Milebe’s finger slipped and curved and shifted in unnatural ways. It filled Vaquel and molded to fit the contours of her sex.

“Mmmm,” Vaquel moaned into Milebe’s breast.

“With finger and milk, I knock on the door,” Milebe whispered. “With pleasure and satisfaction, I ring the bell.”

Lunda flicked her tongue over Vaquel’s asshole. It licked the outer ring of her most sensitive flesh. Each lick sent fresh tremors through Vaquel’s body.

Milebe’s hair brushed against Vaquel’s face. It moved on its own, gentle brushing her cheeks. Milebe took Vaquel’s hand and placed it on her other large breast. Her fingers curled on their own, latching on to the giant soft mound.

Vaquel sucked harder on Milebe’s nipple. Milk filled her mouth and pushed against her cheeks, but she swallowed it all. Her hips ground against the woman’s finger, humping it as if was a cock. Meanwhile, her asshole quivered as Lunda’s tongue darted along the rim.

“Here my call, Orgasm-Sister,” Milebe whispered. “I stand at the doorway with pussy on my hand and a mouth on my breast. Join your sisters in pleasure. Come through the one who is both the gate and of the gate.”

A third voice whispered. “I am coming!”

So was Vaquel. The thick finger inside her sex pushed to the edge of climax but it was when the tongue on her asshole flickered inside her that she plummeted. Her orgasm exploded like a nova between her legs. She choked on Milebe’s milk but kept sucking. Pleasure filled every atom of Vaquel’s being.

Vaquel opened her eyes. She was awake and on her back. Milebe and Lunda were on both sides of her. Sweetness lingered in her mouth.

A new woman floated above Vaquel, higher than the ceiling of the sleeping bay should allow. She was orange but her hair was straight and red. There was cruelty in her white eyes, but it was swallowed by the beauty of her face. She was so perfect that it ached to look at her.

“I am Cynthene,” the woman said, without being asked. “You have saved me and my Bliss-Sisters from a fiery death. For this, you shall live instead of being turned into a pet to serve us. We will, however, use you to travel to another world, one less versed in the way of star-witches. Do you wish to feel a wonder?”

Vaquel stared at up at the beautiful woman. She could tell that Cynthene was not to be trusted. She also couldn’t imagine refusing something so lovely.

“Yes,” Vaquel said.

“Then by your own free will, sleep,” Cynthene said.

Vaquel’s consciousness slipped away but her eyes stayed open. She watched as Cynthene floated down to Vaquel’s body. The orange woman spread her legs to reveal the lips of her sex that curved one way and then another. Vaquel’s mouth opened on their own as Cynthene sat on her face.

Salty drops fell into Vaquel’s mouth. Her tongue extended and licked. She tasted bitterness, then sweetness, bitterness again and then something salty. The flavors changed with every lick and sometimes during a lick.

“Well met by spread thighs,” Cynthene said. “The walls had given way and lava burned my chains. It appeared my Bliss-Sisters had forsaken me but no, you rescued me after all. No doubt you were delayed by your natural desire to eliminate your superior sister.”

“It crossed my mind,” Lunda said. “But I wanted you to witness the marvel of a gate I had fashioned.”

“Your gate is a marvel, but why on a ship so small?” Milebe said. “If this ship had a crew, we could have stopped and had ourselves a repast before moving on.”

Lunda sighed. “I searched the void for one with the perversity to fuel our magic. This lone explorer is as much a seeker of pleasure as we are. In fact, she could be a star-witch if trained.”

“No,” Cynthene said firmly. The reaction caused Vaquel to flinch, even if asleep. “Two Bliss-Sisters I have and no more.”

“Two is enough,” Milebe said. “One for each breast.”

“Perhaps you are right,” Lunda said. “Besides, she looks clever and I will not be rivaled.”

“Then we are agreed,” Cynthene said. “In my time alone in the cell while you two dawdled, I found us a world, fat with desire and thin of suspicion. Bliss-Sisters let us leave.

Vaquel felt the other two women part her thighs. Milebe and her heavy breasts pressed down on Vaquel’s hips from the left while Milebe and her knowing fingers pressed down from the right. Nimble tongues danced among the hairs of Vaquel’s bush. She felt the curly hairs being braided together into obscure patterns.

Meanwhile, Cynthene humped Vaquel’s face. Her crooked pussy slide back and forth across Vaquel’s open lips and willing tongue. The orange woman played with her breasts; teasing and stimulating herself because she could spare no attention to the woman beneath her.

Vaquel stared up at Cynthene like a captive audience. She yearned to reach up and cup a perfect breast or maybe sink her fingers into a smooth thigh, but she couldn’t move. Her eyes were open and her mouth was licking but her body refused to rise from its slumber. The only part of her allowed to touch the forbidden orange woman was her mouth.

Between Vaquel’s legs, the snaking tongues of the two women spread Vaquel’s pussy lips apart. They darted inside, wiggling and stretching to reach untouched places. Lips hummed as the two muttered words directly to Vaquel’s sex.

Cynthene looked down at the explorer between her legs. Cruel white eyes grew brighter. A smile crossed her lips and Vaquel felt a shiver of fear despite the talented tongues inside her pussy.

“Stars of the sky, listen to your whores,” Cynthene whispered. “I sit upon a willing mouth. Her hair bears our sigils. Her sex clenches to the rhythm of our tongues. We ask passage to another world. Send us on our way so we may spread your message of lust and wonder. Send us to do your bidding!”

Vaquel shuddered. The tongues inside her grew thicker. They vibrated. As the two women pressed their lips to her sex, she felt their tongues sliding in and out as they fucked her.

A warm feeling spread through Vaquel’s body. Her breasts felt enlarged. Both of her nipples ached terribly. The warmth suffused her buttocks and her hips danced on their own. She felt her own tongue grow longer as it pushed up, up, up into Cynthene’s pussy to unimaginable depths.

“Send us,” Cynthene whispered.

“Send us,” Milebe whispered.

“Send us,” Lunda whispered.

“GO!” a new voice answered.

Vaquel climaxed. She screamed as the force of her orgasm exploded inside her. A gush of pussy juice poured from her sex. Her back arched and her body seemed to float in the air.

The orgasm continued. The perfect moment of pleasure kept going. She came and came for what seemed like hours.

Vaquel awoke with a start. She sat up and hit her head on the ceiling of the sleeping bay. The sheets were soaked with sweat and pussy.

“Mistress!” Chairbot said, activating at once. “Are you alright! Did you have a nightmare? Do you need to sit on me until you calm down?”

“Wow,” Vaquel whispered as she collapsed back into bed. “I had the weirdest dream. Fuck, I came so hard, though. I never come that hard in a dream.”

Vaquel opened her thighs. Her sex ached like it had been fucked hard and put away wet. She reached down and touched herself. What she felt didn’t make sense.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. she turned on the sleeping bay light and reached for a mirror. Placing the mirror by her sex, she confirmed what she felt.

The pink hairs of Vaquel’s bush were braided together to form dozens of little stars.

Sep 052018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated The Queen’s Juice by Royal Astronomers. Of the three planets here, two are icy rocks and the third is a pleasant ocean world dotted with small continents. Probes have revealed that the ice worlds have little to no mineral value, no life and nothing worth plundering.

The ocean world is a different matter. The oceans are teeming with unintelligent life, although most of it is algae based. The surface shows signs of a civilization that once lived here, but any buildings or technology has been disassembled. Curiously, there are no traces of mass graves or warfare. It is as if the creatures here decided to break everything down and just leave.

Since this world is ideal for a pleasure outpost, I am concerned that there might be some dark secret that explains why an entire intelligent species might abandon it. For the sake of any further Euphorian colonists, I will be conducting a thorough and exhaustive investigation. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: The thorough and exhausting exploration will be conducted by a dozen probes coordinated by Chairbot. My brown ass will be spending the day on the beach.

Vaquel Di stretched out on the wooden recliner she had made earlier that day. In front of her, the beach roared and rumbled as the waves came in. White foam rose from the bright green water and coasted along the blue sand. A fish leaped out of the water and sank back in without making a splash.

“Damn, what a perfect day,” Vaquel said.

She squirted some anti-radiation gel into her hand and rubbed it over her brown breasts. Her massive mountains jiggled and quaked as she worked to cover every micrometer. She lingered for a bit on her nipples and gave them each a pinch.

The wind blew and it felt like the gentle breeze was kissing Vaquel’s exposed sex. She spread her legs and squirted gel directly onto her pubic bush. The pink fuzz of her bush flattened as she rubbed the gel onto her pussy lips.

“Well, almost perfect,” Vaquel said as she vigorously rubbed her sex. There was nothing to fuck on this planet. The average complexity of organic life was surprisingly low. She couldn’t even find a suggestively shaped seashell. The most complex organism she found was the tree she chopped down to make her recliner.

“Still, it is nice to have a day off,” Vaquel said to the wind. She left her very well-coated sex alone and applied some gel to her thighs.

When was the last time she had a day just to herself? Vaquel had a hard time remembering. As a space explorer, she had duties to perform every day. There were probe surveys to review, reports to dictate and basic maintenance to perform on the ship. Even on her alleged rest days, she had to be on alert for space anomalies, ship malfunctions and possible deep space encounters. The days where she could do absolutely nothing and not put herself at risk were few and far between.

Vaquel turned around and rolled over onto her stomach. Her large breasts flattened against the smooth wood. She couldn’t apply the anti-radiation gel to her back so she used the sprayer. A light mist settled on her back, buttocks and legs. It was a pleasant chill that was soon kissed away by the hot sun.

Facing the ocean, Vaquel watched the green waves come in and recede. Due to a quirk in the shore line, two sets of waves came together to collide in a single wave that approached the beach. Undercurrents tugged at the foam, bringing it back into the ocean to for the rhythm to play out again.

It was a beautiful sight, but she was barely aware of the water. When was her last day off? She didn’t count days where she lied on her reports and just relaxed. Those were stolen days, always with the slight undercurrent of guilt pulling at her attention and urging her to rejoin her duties. When was her last real day off from this mission?

“I don’t get days off,” Vaquel said to the wind. “I’m a deep space probe explorer for the Royal Navy on a twenty-year mission. When I get home, I will be rewarded with bed-slaves, mansions, glory and treasure. My day off will come in twelve more years.”

The wind was unimpressed. Vaquel felt a brief spark of patriotism but it was soon extinguished by the realization that she had twelve more years to go. She wasn’t even fucking halfway on this journey. Gods of the Underworld, that is a lot of busy days ahead of her.

“Fuck it,” Vaquel said. “That is why I am taking a day off. Look at what I have found, Royal Navy, a damn day off!”

The wind blew across Vaquel’s back. The cool breeze rolled down her back and over her round buttocks like the curve of a wing. She clenched her cheeks together, imaging the wind getting trapped like a person’s finger.

Or maybe a cock.

“It is not really a day off unless you come,” Vaquel decided. She reached under herself. Her hand slid over her gel-covered stomach and onto the mound of her sex. She pushed between her nether lips with a single finger, teasing herself with the possibilities.

Vaquel shuddered. She spread her legs and ran her finger up and down between her pussy lips. The wooden recliner creaked under her weight. Her nipples, pinned between the smooth wood and the weight of her breasts, hardened into little stones. Both of her buttocks clenched with anticipation.

She refused to enter herself. Lacking a partner to play with, Vaquel had to rely on herself to provide the teasing. Up and down she rubbed with patient slowness as her juices formed a puddle on the recliner.

“You’re neglecting your duties,” Vaquel said accusingly to herself. Her tone was strict and firm. “You are disobeying the Queen by taking time off. You are shaming the memory of the Royal Navy with your laziness.”

Vaquel shuddered from the dirty talk. Her knees pushed down and her ass rose before falling back down. She shifted her pelvis to trick her finger into entering her but Vaquel’s finger wasn’t cooperating. It knew all her tricks.

“Please,” Vaquel whispered. Now her tone was soft and pliable. “I promise to be good. Just one orgasm and I’ll get back to work. Well, maybe after a nice swim in the ocean too.”

“No,” Vaquel replied to herself with her cold voice.

Vaquel pinched her pussy lip. Pain radiated from her sensitive flesh. She cried out and then whimpered as she twisted the lip.

“Please, please, please,” Vaquel begged. “I’ll do anything! Just let me come! I’ll suck you off if that is what you want!”

“You’ll suck my finger?” Vaquel replied. Her voice was a little less strict. “You’ll suck it clean like the little bed-slave that you are?”

“Yes,” Vaquel moaned.

Vaquel plunged her finger into her pussy. Warm wet heat gripped her finger. Because she was a sadist, she pushed as deep and as hard as she could. Because she was a masochist, she loved it.

One finger wasn’t enough, so Vaquel added a second and a third. Up and down her ass rose and fell as she humped her fingers. The wood recliner was hard on her knees but the pain just added to her arousal.

Vaquel stared out at the ocean as she fucked herself. The waves crashed together with a passion that equaled what was happening between her legs. Another fish leapt from the water, hanging in the air almost as if they were enjoying the sight of Vaquel’s nude body.

She was close. That won’t do. Vaquel pulled her fingers out of her wet sex. As she moaned in disappointment, she brought her fingers to her mouth. She shoved her slick fingers between her lips and fucked her own face.

There was something wrong with the waves. Fingers jammed in her mouth, Vaquel squinted at the water. Instead of two waves coming together, there seemed to be three. Is it some sort of fluke of the current?

Vaquel pulled her fingers out of her mouth and slid them between her thighs. She gasped as she re-penetrated herself. The walls of her sex clenched tightly around her fingers. Her buttocks clenched as she humped her fingers.

The three waves came together and formed one wave. There was a bluish tint to this new wave. Wait, it also moved slower than it should. The blue-green wave was also growing in mass as it came closer.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She sat up on the recliner. Her fingers were still buried in her pussy. Instinct told her to go for her equipment, but her needs told her that maybe she could reach orgasm before that was necessary.

A creature rose from the wave. It was three meters in height at least. The shape was weird, more like a mound than anything else. It shambled towards her as the water broke around it. With every step, the mound shrunk and assumed a more bipedal form.

Vaquel kept stroking. The creature was getting close, but her climax was closer. She grabbed a nipple and pulled on it to hasten her orgasm.

The creature changed color. It went from a murky blue-green to a deep blue. Shimmering gold sparkled along its form.

Vaquel pulled her breast to her mouth and bit down. The pain sent a jolt of desire to her pussy. She stroked faster, racing the creature as it came closer.

The creature shrunk in size to a little over two meters. It thinned as well, reducing to a shape similar in mass, though still larger, to Vaquel. A face formed, with two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Arms ended in hands with five fingers. With every step, it appeared to become more and more Euphorian.

Between the creature’s legs was the most important change. A phallus appeared and became more defined. It stretched half down the thighs and swung with a heavy weight.

Vaquel stopped masturbating. Her breast fell from her mouth. She stared in awe at the blue stud that was approaching her.

The being came to a stop in front of Vaquel. She was close enough to see that the phallus now had veins. As she watched, small blue hairs grew around the base of the cock.

“Welcome visitor,” the being said. No wait, the sound was coming from Vaquel’s ear!

“Do not be alarmed!” the being added. “One of my microbes has attached to your ear canal. It is translating my thoughts for your comprehension. My name is Ciremtu, Welcome to our planet!”

“My name is Vaquel,” she said. “I come from the planet, Euphoria, on a mission of exploration. I thought this planet was devoid of intelligent life.”

Ciremtu laughed. “If anything, this planet is suffused with intelligence. We used to be an inert race like yourself but many years ago, our people developed a way for us to decentralize our consciousness into algae colonies. As you can see, this gave us superior flexibility in how we wish to interact with our environment.

Vaquel stared at his cock. It was now pulsing. “Superior is one way to describe it. So, you are all a bunch of algae now? Is that, good?”

“It is fantastic!” Ciremtu says. A set of balls grows from the base of his cock. “Algae is just the building block for the more complex life forms we can assume! I spent last year as a crab, scuttling along the bottom of the ocean. Before that, I was a bird, skimming the waters and riding the air currents! I have lurked in the water as a behemoth mammal and I have spent decades growing as a tree on a beach like this. Life is so much more than having one shape, you know?”

“Hmm,” Vaquel said. She was staring at Ciremtu’s balls, which were now the perfect size to drop into her mouth. “Some shapes are better than others. So where is the rest of your kind?”

“Oh, they are around,” Ciremtu said. “You’re sitting on Aegma right now.”

Vaquel looked down at the recliner she had made. “Oh shit, did I kill them?”

“No, we’re pretty indestructible,” Ciremtu said. “If Aegma wanted to, they would just shift into a new form. They must be enjoying the novelty of being chopped up and reassembled. Or maybe they just liked having your naked body on them.”

Vaquel glanced back at Ciremtu. His phallus hardening and beginning to point upwards. “What about you? Would you like my naked body on you? Or does your superior species no longer care for sex?”

“Ha, we frequently fuck each other,” Ciremtu said. “We’re shapeshifters and masters of countless biological forms. We have engaged in forms of sex that I doubt you can comprehend.”

Vaquel reached for his cock. It was warm in her hand. She squeezed and it throbbed in response.

“Oh, then you would probably be bored with my simple, inert body?” she said.
“Most of my kind are,” Ciremtu said. “But I have always been the weird one with the fetish of non-adaptable body shapes.”

“Oh really?” Vaquel said. “So, you’re the pervert of your kind.”

“Well, technically-whoa!”

Vaquel pulled Ciremtu’s cock to her mouth and opened wide. She closed her lips around the head of the phallus and ran her tongue over it. The phallus pulsed against her tongue.

It tasted a little salty. Vaquel liked it.

Ciremtu grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her deeper onto his cock. The large phallus filled her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

Vaquel reached for his balls. She cupped them in her hand. There was two of them. She wondered where this bipedal from came from. Was it his original body or was it something he crafted to be compatible with hers? If she really wanted to know, she would have to take his cock out of her mouth to ask him.

Fuck that. Vaquel ran her tongue over Ciremtu’s wonderfully salty cock. She pulled back with her head and to her surprise, Ciremtu’s hand relented. She slid back and forth on his phallus, licking every centimeter as she went.

“Great chlorophyll!” Ciremtu cried out. “I love how your tongue doesn’t conform to the shape of my extension! The way your throat can’t expand to take my length turns me on so much! Sweet photosynthesis, I love the imperfect seal your lips are forming!”

Vaquel looked up at him with his cock in her mouth. She couldn’t quite tell if he was insulting her or not. No one had ever mentioned an imperfect seal when she was sucking them before.

Ciremtu reached down and grabbed one of her breasts. He lifted the heavy mass easily and squeezed. Her nipple was trapped between her fingers and the pinch was delicious.

“Huh,” Ciremtu said. “Are you sure that you are not a volatile shape? Because this mammary sack is perfect! I wouldn’t change a thing!”

Vaquel purred. That was more like it.

She relaxed her jaw and took more of him into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and kept going. Vaquel kept swallowing more and more until his balls were tantalizingly within reach. She stuck her tongue out past her lip, but she still couldn’t reach his balls.

“Great rays of light!” Ciremtu yelled. He shuddered and his balls almost touched her tongue. “How are you doing that? Are you sure that you are not a shapeshifter?

Vaquel pulled back and let his cock escape her lips. She looked up at him and smiled. “I guess us poor inert lifeforms just have to develop skills rather than change shapes.”

Ciremtu shook his head in wonder. “I need to fuck that vaginal orifice and see what skills you possess there.”

“Yes, you do!” Vaquel said.

She stood and grabbed Ciremtu by his broad shoulders. Turning at the waist, she flipped him over her hip and onto the wood recliner. He landed hard, but she wasn’t concerned. His species was indestructible, right?

Ciremtu didn’t seem bothered. He laid on the wooden recliner with his pulsing erection in hand. It looked bigger than it was a second ago.

That was fine with Vaquel. She swung a brown leg over his blue body and squatted down. He held his cock straight up as she lowered her wet sex to him. The thick head pushed apart her nether lips and entered her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried. He had grown! She slowly lowered her weight onto him and his cock pushed deep inside of her. The thick phallus spread her apart, pushing her to every limit as it filled her.

When Vaquel settled onto his lap, she sat perfectly still. The thick phallus impaled her so deeply, she was a little afraid to move. Shudders ran up her spine and down each leg. Maybe this was a mistake.

“Should I reduce myself?” Ciremtu asked. “I may have overestimated your capacity for cock.”

“Don’t you dare,” Vaquel whispered.

She began to move. Slow and steady, she rocked back and forth. Her feet dug into the sand to brace herself while her hips did most of the moving. To help, she reached down and stroked the outside of her sex to keep herself well stimulated.

Ciremtu groaned. His eyes bulged. Muscles clenched and bulged along his chest. He reached up and grabbed her brown breasts in each hand. Gently squeezing, he pulled and played with her tits.

Vaquel leaned into Ciremtu’s hands. As they supported her, she grinded a little faster on his enormous cock. Her fingers homed in on her clitoris and rubbed it furiously.

Ciremtu moaned.

Vaquel moaned.

There was a third moan.

“What?” Vaquel gasped. Her hips never broke stride.

“That was Aegma,” Ciremtu whispered.

Vaquel laughed. She had forgotten about the fucking chair. Fine, let it enjoy itself. She didn’t know what kind of pleasure it was getting, but as long it held them up, she didn’t care.

Ciremtu moved one of his hands from her breast to her ass. As his fingers sunk into her ass, he also pulled. He pushed up with his hips, lifting her body on his cock.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She kept stroking her clitoris as Ciremtu bucked beneath her. The breast that was still held by the alien jiggled wildly while the other one bounced and slammed on her chest.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Take it you inert, solid, primitive evolutionary dead end!” Ciremtu yelled.

Vaquel felt a flash of anger followed by a flush of desire. She had never been insulted as an inert species before. It was a new kind of filthy talk.

“Oh, you want me to take it, do you?” Vaquel said. “Let’s see how you handle this pussy, you blue algae-shifting solid-fucker!”

Vaquel leaned forward and rested both elbows on Ciremtu’s broad chest. His cock still trapped inside of her, Vaquel slammed her pelvis up and down with increasing speed. Her brown ass clenched, writhed and jerked as she savagely rode him.

“Great chlorophyll!” Ciremtu cried. “You’re threatening my structural cohesiveness!”

“Oh, am I too much for you?” Vaquel said. Her heavy breasts pressed against his chest. “Are you not ready for this pussy? Is it too advanced for you? Is it too fucking primitive for your cock?”

Ciremtu didn’t answer. He grabbed Vaquel’s twerking ass with both hands and held on. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and stayed there.

Vaquel showed him no mercy. His cock was still too big and wide, but the alien’s submission kept her lubricated. She slammed her pelvis into his, sending his massive phallus deeper and deeper inside of her tight sex.

“Great rays of light,” Ciremtu whispered. A fissure appeared on his shoulder.

Vaquel added a devious sway to her hips with every hump.

“Sweet photosynthesis,” Ciremtu gasped. Toes fell off his feet.

Vaquel clenched tighter around him with her aching pussy muscles.

“Oh excrement,” Ciremtu said and then his body crumbled into blue-green mold. The next slam of Vaquel’s hips shattered him. Pieces of mold were caught by the wind and blown away.

“No!” Vaquel yelled. She was so damn close!

Wait, Ciremtu’s phallus was still inside of Vaquel. She reached down and grabbed the end. The balls were still attached. She clenched. The cock was still solid.

Vaquel didn’t waste any time. There was no telling how long the phallus would last. She quickly laid down on the wooden recliner and spread her legs. Her knees up, she held onto the phallus by the balls as she fucked herself.

The recliner groaned under her.

“Hey, Aemga!” Vaquel shouted. “You want to take your buddy’s place and fuck me?”

The recliner didn’t answer.

“Your loss!” Vaquel shouted.

She rammed the phallus in and out of her sex. The phallus was still thick, it was still solid and it was still pushing her every limit. The hard pulls bounced into her slick lips like a kiss.

The wind blew across Vaquel’s hard nipples and sent her over the edge. A powerful orgasm exploded between her legs like a fragmentation grenade. Her pussy convulsed and cracked the phallus in three places.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed.

As Vaquel shook and rode her orgasm, the cock crumbled inside of her. Blue-green slime oozed out of her pussy. Something sparkled in the goo, but whether it was some unknown organelle or a piece of Ciremtu’s conscious, she didn’t know.

Vaquel rose from the recliner and stumbled to the water on shaking knees. She squealed when the cool water hit her feet but she kept going. Only when the water reached her breasts did she stop, and that was to make sure her sex was properly washed out.

“That was exhausting,” Vaquel said. Her thighs and ass burned from the fucking. Sweat ran down her face. The inside of her pussy felt wrecked in a good way.

“I’m going to have to take an extra day off to recover from my day off,” Vaquel said.

And who knows? Ciremtu might come back. Or maybe another of his kind will come to visit.

“If all else fails, I can carve Aemga into something more intimate.”

Vaquel floated in the water and began her long hard day of resting.

Aug 012018
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirteen of my twenty-two day journey to the star system designated The Queen’s Juice by Royal Astronomers. I have repaired one of the hull breaches by using supplies from the ship stores. There is not enough material to repair the second breach, so I have been sealing it with an emergency force field. To maintain our mandatory velocity, ship energy usage has been diverted from various luxuries like water temperature controls, gravity generation and vibrator charging.

Scans have shown a debris field in our flight path. Due to the anomalies in the area, scans have been inconclusive, but I plan to slow down and examine the field. It is worth the delay if materials can be scavenged. I don’t mind the loss of luxuries, but I do worry that the ship may fail the Queen if we encounter any more trouble and there are more hull breaches. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: It is one thing to take cold showers but fuck am I going to go without a vibrator for one more fucking day.

Vaquel Di floated in space near a massive piece of hull plating. The yellow spacesuit that clung to her body glowed in the darkness. Short pink hair floated within the glassteel helmet that surrounded her head. Bright eyes squinted from a pretty brown face as she examined the hull debris.

“Finally found a match,” Vaquel reported over the communication line. “I will cut off several pieces and bring it back to the ship for melting and fabrication. Chairbot. Do you hear me?

A crackle of static answered back.

Vaquel sighed. There was too much interference. Cosmic waves and weirder radiation permeated the debris field. She wasn’t sure if it was a natural occurrence in this part of space or a result of the debris field’s creation. Either way, there was no way to communicate with her loyal robot back at the probe ship.

The debris stretched out for several kilometers before Vaquel. She wasn’t sure what kind of craft it was, but there were several clues. The amount of debris told her that the ship had been big. The giant blocks of frozen gas suggested it had supported a large number of life forms. Shattered hallways and drifting doorways allowed her to guess that the creatures were taller than she was. Remnants of signs revealed that they spoke a stylized version of Lucida Sans. Glowing panels and flickering lights told her most of the ship had independent power sources, many of them still working.

There was just one thing missing from the debris. Where were the bodies? Vaquel had encountered chairs, tables, beds, desks and even clothes, but no corpses. What breaks a ship up and makes the bodies disappear?

An unpleasant thought leaped to Vaquel’s mind. She pictured a vast creature, flying through space and cracking open large starships like they were rotten tree trunks. Once the ship was cracked, it would suck the organic life forms like a carnivore sucking up vermin.

Vaquel snorted and shook her head. Even if there was a creature like that, it wasn’t here now. She needed to get back to work and scavenge some materials. There was a dead vibrator back on the ship that needed charging.

She turned her attention back to the hull plating in front of her. Using her laser slicer, she cut off a section of the hull. She then cut that piece into several smaller pieces and stuffed them into her bag. The bag floated beside her, attached to her waist by a thin cord.

“I’m returning to the ship,” Vaquel reported.

Static rumbled in her ear.

Vaquel activated her flight pack and turned towards the direction of her probe ship. Broken pieces of debris drifted by. Here was a sleeping quarter, with a large bed bolted to the floor. There was a giant piece of machinery, sheared in half. A corridor floated in space with emergency force fields still active on both ends. There was everything you needed for a space ship except a crew to man it.

A section of flooring caught Vaquel’s eye. The flooring had the remains of a wall on one side and on the wall was a glowing panel. Chained to the floor was a floating cargo box that looked intact.

Curiosity wrestled with prudence in Vaquel’s mind. Cargo boxes could hold anything. They might have supplies, trade goods or garbage. You never knew until you opened them. For all Vaquel knew, it might even have sex toys.

“That is highly unlikely,” Vaquel said out loud. But still, there was a chance.

Vaquel flew to the floor section and activated the magnets in her boots. The heels of her shoes clamped onto the metal floor. She wanted to check out the box, but caution told her to examine the panel first. If it had power, then it might be part of a security system.

The panel was studded with power outlets. According to the display screen, it was at half-power but slowly recharging. There was a hole punched through the wall next to the panel, just large enough for a finger or a cock if you were on the slender side.

Vaquel turned her attention to the cargo box. The clamp holding the chain had been sloppily welded on with an excess of flash metal. The same could be said for the clamp on the box.

The latch was easy to figure out and Vaquel opened the box. The light from her yellow spacesuit reveal an array of shiny objects strapped to the inside of the box. Each object had a different bizarre shape but many of them were phallic in nature. All of them had cords coming out of their backs.

Vaquel examined a cord. It ended in a plug. A quick glance confirmed it was the same shape as the outlets on the power panel.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. Were these sex toys? They looked like sex toys. If they weren’t sex toys, she was pretty sure she could turn them into one.

Vaquel selected an object that most resembled an Euphorian cock. She didn’t know what the little squishy thing at the base was for, but she was sure that she could put the rest of the device to work.

The phallus’ plug slipped into the outlet and a small circle on the handle flashed blue. Vaquel pressed the circle and the phallus shook in her hand. The squishy thing rotated at a high speed. It was a vibrator!

“Praise the Queen,” Vaquel whispered. What were the odds that she would find a cargo crate of vibrators in this debris field? It was enough to make Vaquel believe a higher power did exist and it wanted her to get off.

Vaquel considered cutting the chain and bringing the cargo box back to the ship with her. The only problem was that she wasn’t sure what kind of power the vibrators needed. There might not be a way to run these toys with her ship’s energy system.

She almost considered taking the wall and panel with her back to the ship before realizing how ridiculous that was. Even her horny ass wouldn’t be dumb enough to take an unknown power source to her ship. For all she knew, it was this kind of power that tore apart the ship that created this debris field. She had no interest in adding her ship’s wreckage to the scrap pile.

No, if she was going to use these toys, she would have to use them here.

Vaquel pressed the tip of the vibrator against her breast. The vibrations pulsed through the thin space suit and buzzed against her soft flesh. The vibrations caused her heavy breast to jiggle within her suit. It felt good.

The bag of salvaged parts bumped against Vaquel’s ass. The free-floating bag was going to be a problem. Vaquel detached the cord connected to the bag and activated the magnet clamp. She reached out as far as the sex toy cord would let her and slapped the magnet clamp to the wall. There, now the bag of parts was out of her way.

Vaquel rubbed the sex toy back and forth across her breasts. The pleasant vibrations buzzed through the thin suit and against her sensitive flesh. She moaned as the tip played against her nipple, and her small bud hardened in response.

She wondered about the squishy thing at the base. Reversing the sex toy in her hand, she pressed the rotating squishy thing against her breast. It spun against her space suit but she didn’t really feel anything.

“Maybe I lack the biology for it,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel adjusted the sex toy so the tip of the phallic end pressed against her thigh. Powerful vibrations run up and down her leg. The vibrations grew stronger as she guided it towards her crotch.

“Does it have some sort of sensor technology that lets it know when it is near an orifice?” Vaquel speculated.

She moved the toy away from her crotch and down to her knee. The vibrations dropped in intensity. She brought it back up her thigh and the vibrations escalated. It definitely knew where her sex was.

“I might have to take you back with me after all,” Vaquel said. “The Royal Navy would love to learn more about you.”

Vaquel slid the toy up her leg and presses it directly against her crotch. The toy trembled in her hand as the vibrations intensified. Her already damp sex gushed with new juices. Vaquel cried out inside her glasssteel helmet. It was almost too much.

Almost.

The toy began to wiggle. Vaquel held it in place as the phallic shape writhed and twisted against her crotch. It felt good as the vibrating length rolled and grinded against her thin space suit.

Vaquel shuddered and stood in place. The toy was doing all the work with the way it was grinding and the vibrations it was emitting were intense. If it wasn’t for the silence of space, Vaquel was sure that the toy would be roaring with buzzing power.

She humped the sex toy. Her hungry pussy yearned to be penetrated but she had to make do with just humping the toy through her space suit. Pussy juices flowed from her sex and down her thighs. Her hips bucked back and forth as she rode the toy.

“Praise the Queen,” Vaquel whispered. She needed this so badly. A week without hot water, a week without gravity and a week of no vibrators had left her in a bad state. She had considered rigging the sensors so that she could cheat on the energy rationing but her loyalty to the Queen forbade it. Now after so much suffering, she was enjoying a sex toy found in a debris field. It was enough to make her believe that the Queen really did have divine powers and that she was looking favorably on her devoted subject.

The vibrations grew stronger. Vaquel nearly doubled over but she forced herself to stand. She lifted one leg and planted her foot on the wall. The magnets in her boot clamped to the wall and held Vaquel’s leg in place.

Standing with her leg out at a ninety-degree angle, Vaquel pulled the toy tighter against her pussy. Her thighs quivered as she held her position. She began to pant from the intensity of sensations and the environmental controls struggled to keep the glasssteel helmet from fogging over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel chanted. She was so aroused, that she was struggling to come. The vibrations pushed her sex to the edge of orgasm but just stayed there.

A shadow passed over Vaquel. She noticed it but was too focused on coming to wonder where it came from. The shadow grew but Vaquel’s eyes were closed as she inched closer to orgasm.

ZAP! Vaquel’s eyes popped open. Electricity shot through her body and sent her into a trembling fit. It only lasted a moment before she fell into the oblivion of unconsciousness.

Vaquel awoke with a start. She was bent over the cargo crate. Something was wrapped around her ankles and preventing her from moving her legs. A chain was wrapped around her hands and the chain was connected to the wall next to the power panel. The vibrator floated nearby, still attached to the outlet.

Next to the sex toy was Vaquel’s flight pack. The straps had been cut. One strap was tied to a knob on the power panel.

A blue shape moved in front of her. It was humanoid with two legs and two arms, but a blue spacesuit covered it from head to toe. The blue helmet had a black face plate that obscured the being’s identity. There was a tag on the suit that said “Alatara”. Whether that was a name or not, Vaquel could only guess.

The alien turned a dial on their wrist. It would pause and then turn it some more. After a few twists, Vaquel’s ear piece buzzed.

“Can you hear me now?” a voice asked in Lucida Sans. It sounded feminine.

“Yes!” Vaquel said. “Untie me at once!”

“No!” the voice replied. It was high pitched and shrill. “You were playing with my fun time! Fun time is for me! I looted all the fun time from the other quarters! Fun time is mine! Mine! Mine!”

The alien shook their arms as they talked. Vaquel wasn’t sure if it was dancing, having a spasm or that was how it communicated.

“Sure, fun time is yours!” Vaquel said. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know someone claimed this salvage!”

“Not salvage!” the alien responded. Now only one arm was shaking. “This is my ship! I served on it! I had nothing to do with it blowing up! I was nowhere near engineering when it happened! I didn’t mix up the coupling ratios! I didn’t override the failsafe because I was in a hurry! It is not my fault! It could have happened to anyone!”

Vaquel tried not to sigh audibly. This alien was a few centimeters short of a full penetration. She was going to have to be careful.

“I’m sure you had nothing to do with it,” Vaquel said. “And like I said, I am really sorry about messing with your fun time. Could you please let me go and I promise to leave.”

“No!” the alien shrieked in Vaquel’s ear. “You messed with fun time! There must be discipline! You broke the rules! Without discipline, there is only chaos! If there is chaos, there is a core breach! If there is a core breach, then ships blow up when you get in a hurry and it is not my fault!”

The alien moved behind Vaquel. The space explorer tugged on her chains. The chain around her hands were not as tight as they should be. Maybe the alien was in a hurry; that seemed to be a theme with her. With time, Vaquel thought she could get her hands free.

Something large and flat pressed against Vaquel’s round ass. She froze in her struggles as the flat object rubbed against her ass. If this was punishment, it wasn’t so bad.

“I was always punished with more chores,” the alien said. “But I can’t make you scrub the floors because the all the floors are broken. I can’t make you do an extra shift because there is only one shift now and it last forever! I can’t make you clean the couplings because they atomized and it is not my fault! So, we are going to have to have bad time!”

“Whoa!” Vaquel said. “What is bad time?”

“This,” the alien said.

The flat object moved away but then a second later, it came back at a high velocity. The object collided into Vaquel’s ass with a vengeance. The spacesuit provided no protection for Vaquel’s round bottom. Vaquel’s body and the crate she was bent over were thrown forward, but the chains held her in place.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. “You could have fucking warned me! Or at least given me a warmup!”

The alien answered with another spank to Vaquel’s ass. It landed centered on her asshole, spreading the impact among both of her buttocks. The sting of the spank exploded through her ass like a supernova.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled again. Her ass was on fire. She kicked and pulled but the chains still held her.

The spanking continued. The lack of sound meant Vaquel was unprepared for each slap to her ass. There was no whistling or rush of air to tell her something was coming. The only noise was the sound of her ass getting flattened within her space suit. That and Vaquel’s own cries of pain.

Worse, the pattern of spanks was irregular. Sometimes the paddle slammed into her ass in quick succession and sometimes there would be long pauses between strikes. Every time Vaquel though that she knew what to anticipate, she would be proven wrong by the next spank.

One thing that was consistent was the growing heat on her ass. The paddle strikes were brutal. She didn’t know what was being used to hit her, but Vaquel knew it was large, wide and capable of being swung as fast as a laser shot.

The heat on Vaquel’s blistered bottom was matched by the heat between her legs. She never did get to climax, and her wet pussy was a constant reminder. Every spank made her crotch grind against the cargo box and a blunt box corner was a poor substitute for the vibrating, wiggling phallus she was grinding against earlier.

The spanking came to a sudden stop. Vaquel breathed hard inside her glassteel helmet. After having been fooled by so many pauses, she was reluctant to be tricked into thinking it was over.

A hand grabbed her ass. Four equidistant fingers squeezed together. Vaquel’s tender buttock flared with new pain as her welts were crushed.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled again. Her ass hurt too much to be creative with her screaming.

“You’re not Lopi,” the alien said. “What race are you?”

“Euphorian!” Vaquel yelled. “Please let me go! I can get you to a planet if you like! Even your home planet! My ship is nearby!”

“No, no!” the alien screamed. “If I go home, there will be questions! They will want to know what happened to the ship! They will ask what happened to the crew! There were one thousand meals, I mean, one thousand people on the ship! They will want to know why the bodies are in Cargo bay four with the stasis generator! They will want to know why there are so many bite marks! They will want to know why I have gained twenty kilos since the accident! It is not my fault!”

Before Vaquel could say anything, the large object smacked into her ass again. This time it hit her twice as hard as before, which is something that she didn’t think was possible. Maybe being a crazed cannibal who blew up their own ship made you a hard spanker.

“Not my fault!” the alien screamed.

The paddle slammed into Vaquel’s buttocks like a blown off airlock door.

“Not my fault!” the alien screamed.

The paddle crashed into Vaquel’s ass like a meteor.

“Not my fault!” the alien screamed.

The paddle collided into Vaquel’s bottom like a runaway torpedo.

Vaquel’s ass burned like she was having her own critical core breach. The heat had evolved into a new kind of pain Vaquel had never experienced before. The rest of her body ceased to exist as all her attention was drawn to the twin hemispheres of pain that were her buttocks.

It hurt so much, that she didn’t notice her hands had pulled free of the chains until her hands came up and hit her helmet.

“Fuck, yeah!” Vaquel cried.

The spanking stopped. “What?” the alien asked.

Vaquel pushed herself off the crate and floated upwards. The chains around her feet kept her secured to the door. Her hands went to her belt and hey, look who still has her laser cutter!

“No! Bad time isn’t over, yet!” the alien yelled.

Vaquel turned with her laser cutter in hand and looked at the alien. The paddle she was using was a large piece of piece of the hull still connected to a support girder. Fuck, no wonder it hurt so much!

The alien swung the paddle at Vaquel. Vaquel fired the laser cutter. A beam of light sliced through the paddle, into the alien’s space suit, through the alien and out the other side.

“Grrgg!” the alien gurgled. It released the paddle and pressed something on its glove. The boots of the space suit glowed and the alien lifted away. It turned and flew off deeper into the debris field.

Vaquel fired at the alien again but the range on the laser cutter was too short. She turned the cutter to the chains on her feet instead. It only took a moment to cut through each chain and to be free.

“I got to get out of here,” Vaquel said to herself. “Crazy alien might be back with better weapons. I need to get my salvaged shit and go.”

Vaquel grabbed her flight pack and slipped it on. The straps were torn but she tied them together. It wouldn’t be a comfortable trip back to her ship, but it would have to do.

The sex toy drifted in front of her. Vaquel pushed it out of the way and reached for her salvage bag. She detached the clamp from the wall and attached it to her belt. There, now she was ready to go.

Well, almost ready.

Vaquel grabbed the sex toy. She moved close to the wall so that her back was to it, but of course, not touching it with her sore ass. The crazy alien wasn’t going to get behind her again this time.

The sex toy trembled in Vaquel’s hand. The alien had never turned it off. Vaquel pressed it against her crotch and let it works its magic.

“Oh, FUCK!” Vaquel cried. The powerful vibrations penetrated the space suit and pulsed against Vaquel’s sex. The phallus writhed against the suit stretched across Vaquel’s wet pussy lips. The suit stretched but only would allow barely a centimeter of the phallus inside her.

It was enough. Ecstasy exploded within Vaquel’s sex, followed by another explosion of pleasure and then another. It was like a chain reaction of collapsing power cores except instead of heat and light, the only thing being emitted was pure bliss.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed, but in the void of space, no one heard her come.

Vaquel pulled the toy away from her body. Aftershocks of her orgasm made her body tremble. She considered ripping the panel out of the wall and trying to take the power and the sex toy with her, but she knew better. For better or worse, the sex toy had to stay here.

It was time to go. Vaquel let go of the toy and it drifted away. Vaquel uncoupled her shoes from the floor and felt herself drift up. She brought her legs together for the flight pose needed for optimal speed.

Pain flared along her ass. The power of her climax had made her forget about her spanking but she remembered now. Her buttocks ached and burned. They were going to hurt for a while.

Vaquel pulled out her laser slicer and fired it. A beam of light sliced across space and struck the power panel. Energy arced from the panel. Smoke emerged and instantly froze. The panel went dark as it was fried.

“No more fun time for you, asshole,” Vaquel whispered.

Jul 042018
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day six of my twenty-two day journey to the star system designated The Queen’s Juice by Royal Astronomers. This area of space is filled with all sorts of odd energy readings and strange matter. I have detected six new kinds of energy waves as well as four unknown dark matter formations. My probes are not sophisticated enough for a full examination. It will take a dedicated science vessel to properly analyze these readings.

In the meantime, I have increased the maintenance schedule around the probe ship. I want to make sure that all these odd energies and inexplicable substances don’t affect the ship’s performance. It means a lot more work for me, but it is worth it in order to properly serve the Queen. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: There is a lot of weird shit out here. Some of the probe results look like logic puzzles. I’m glad that I don’t have to understand what it is. Let a science vessel get out here and fuck around with it.

“Oh please, Mistress!” Chairbot begged. “Sit down on me and I promise to make you come!”

“Nope,” Vaquel Di said. The space explorer squatted half a meter above Chairbot’s seat. She was naked, and the brown globes of her ass clenched in a rhythmic pulse. Her hands cupped each of her heavy breasts and squeezed. She spread her legs further to expose the pink pubic bush of her sex. Up and down she twerked her ass for the robot.

“I’m begging you, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “My vibrators are primed and ready to go! I have a new massage pattern prepared that is projected to give you twenty percent more pleasure!”

“Twenty?” Vaquel asked. “That’s all?”

“If I burn through my reserve power, I can get as high as twenty-three!” Chairbot said.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Vaquel said.

But she did know. There was no doubt that Vaquel was going to sit on her loyal robot’s seat. It was completely certain that she was going to let his vibrators bring her to at least three orgasms. There was a zero percent possibility that she was going to walk away from the pleasure he was promising. It was just too much fun to tease him.

Vaquel reached behind her and grabbed her ass. She spread her brown buttocks as the robot moaned. Releasing her ass, she gave herself a quick slap on both her cheeks.

“You don’t think my ass has gotten fat?” Vaquel said. “You sure that you still want it?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot nearly screamed.

“So it has gotten fat?” Vaquel said, slapping her ass again.

“No!” Chairbot squealed. “I was replying to your later question. Your ass is magnificent! The curve-to-mass ratio is an ideal mathematical truth! It is an honor to be sat on by your superior ass!”

Vaquel moaned. That was what she liked to hear. She reached around and pressed her hand to her sex. Her hips and buttocks swayed as she humped against her hand. A tremor ran through her body, making her brown ass clench above Chairbot.

***

FOOD!

The ONE stirred in its slumber. An eon of hibernation ended, and the process of awakening began. Dormant cells reignited. Sensory pods opened to better hear the universe. Five limbs uncurled from the protective ball and stretched in the cold inferno of space.

Hunger. The ONE felt the need in every cell of its body. The last feeding had been long ago.

FOOD! The ONE sensed FOOD nearby. It was moving away but slowly. The ONE must travel to it and gather and consume. Only when it was full, would the ONE be able to sleep again.

The ONE snagged a wave of radiation and rode it towards the FOOD. It also sent out a call.

The MANY heard.

***

“So, what you are saying, is that you want me to sit on you?” Vaquel teased.

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

“Hmm,” Vaquel said as if this was new information. She lowered her ass until it was just a few centimeters away from Chairbot’s seat and then stopped. Bracing her legs, she continued to shimmy her brown bottom just out of reach of the eager robot.

“Please, Mistress!” Chairbot whined. The vibrators in the seat roared to life.

Vaquel smiled. Chairbot could easily lift its seat to touch Vaquel’s ass but it knew better. For a robot chair, he was a good submissive. She had trained him well.

She rubbed her pussy harder. The sound of her wet hole getting fingered joined the hum of the vibrating chair. A shudder ran through her and a drop of pussy juice landed on the robot’s seat.

***

FOOD!

The ONE rode the wave of radiation towards the THING. The FOOD was inside the THING and the THING was moving slowly. Dimly, it perceived the THING was being pushed by waves from the BRIGHT PLACES, which is why it was so slow. The ONE would catch up soon.

Behind the ONE, the MANY followed.

***

“You know, I’m just not feeling it,” Vaquel aid and she stood up.

“Noooooooo!” Chairbot wailed.

“You’re so easy to fool,” Vaquel laughed. She sat down on the purple seat.

Intense vibrations pressed against Vaquel’s ass. She cried out and leaned back in the chair. Ridges rose and fall along the contours of the seat, pressing against her firm buttocks. The vibrations intensified to the limits of her sensitivity and then subsided, allowing her a moment to recover before they intensified again.

“Fuck, yes!” Vaquel cried out. “You weren’t kidding about this new pattern!”

Chairbot moaned happily under her. The seat rocked back and forth and Vaquel groaned. A ridge lifted in the front of the seat and pressed against her sex. Micro-ridges formed on the ridge to stimulate her drenched pussy.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled again. She cried out so loudly that she didn’t hear the patter of multiple objects hitting the hull. The collision warning on the navigation console flashed Vaquel was facing the opposite direction.

***

FOOD!

The ONE slammed into the THING. It spread its arms and grappled with the smooth surface. The MANY impacted around it. They crawled over each other as they sought a way in.

Here was a flaw in the THING. The ONE sunk its arms into the flaw and pulled. The MANY crawled over and helped. The THING gave way and opening was created.

The ONE rushed in. The MANY followed.

FOOD!

***

“Hull breach!” the ship systems announced. “Activating emergency force fields!”

Vaquel sprang up from Chairbot. “Queen’s tit! What’s going on?”

She turned to run to the navigation console but stopped in her tracks. Above her, she could hear something skittering in the service duct. No, make that a lot of something was in the service duct.

“I am detecting multiple quasi-lifeforms!” Chairbot said.

“What the fuck is a quasi-lifeform?” Vaquel asked.

Metal tore above Vaquel and out fell her answer. It was small, about the size of her hand and almost pitch black in color. The only variation in color with green circles that pulsed along its skin. It had five equal extensions radiating from a center. The thing reminded Vaquel of aquatic star-shaped creatures she had seen in tidal pools. Rising up on its extensions, it ran rapidly to her.

Vaquel kicked it. The thing clung to her bare foot. Its touch was surprisingly warm and soft. As she tried to shake it off, the thing crawled over her toes. She felt a mouth open in the center and encompass her two middle toes.

“Fuuuuuuu-hey, that doesn’t feel bad,” Vaquel said.

The creature’s mouth sucked on her toes. It was a gentle sucking motion. Something that resembled a tongue played over the tips of her toes. It might have tickled if the tongue was any faster.

“Mistress, put your foot down and I will run over it!” Chairbot said.

“No!” Vaquel snapped. She stood there with her foot raised. “If it wants to suck my toes, let’s not be too hasty. One little toe-sucker isn’t a threat. Wait, what’s that sound?”

Vaquel looked up and a surge of black star creatures spill from the hole.

The star creatures fell on top of Vaquel. Their extensions clung to her body like tractor beams to space debris. They were weightless as the scrambled and crawled over her body. Several clung to her face and covered her eyes.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. she stumbled around and tried to pull the creatures from the face. They stubbornly held on with surprising strength.

Then their mouths opened. All over Vaquel’s body, she felt tiny tongues licking her skin. There was one creature on the top of her breast and it was flicking its tongue just shy of her areole. Another creature clinging to the side of her other breast and passionately licked her side boob. Creatures hanging onto the curves of her ass licked while creatures wrapped around her legs licked as well. One creature engulfed her hand and was eagerly sucking on her thumb.

It was quite pleasant. As Vaquel stood there, she began to enjoy it more and more. Like Chairbot’s new seat program, the tongues worked at different yet complimentary speeds. She wondered if they were telepathically linked.

“Stop, drop and roll, Mistress!” Chairbot yelled.

That was a reasonable idea but did Vaquel really want to? The mouths were nice, and the tongues were nicer. She could do without the mouth licking her left eyelid, but the rest were good. There were no teeth.

Well, no teeth yet.

Caution won out over lust and Vaquel dropped to the ground. The cabin area was small, so she made sure to do tight controlled rolls. Back and forth she rolled but none of the star creatures would let go.

***

FOOD!

The ONE sucked and licked. The FOOD was just out of reach. It was here but the ONE needed to unlock it. Hunger drove it to move and find ways to pry it out.

The MANY agreed.

***

The creatures slithered over Vaquel’s body. At first, she thought they were leaving but no, they were repositioning. What were they doing? Looking for a tender part of her to bite down on?

“Chairbot, get me a mask! We might need to gas these things!” Vaquel yelled.
The star creature on her eye crawled down her face and climbed onto her mouth. The arms clung to the side of her face and sealed her lips. The tiny tongue licked her full lips.

The creatures on Vaquel’s tits moved as well. They licked their way up and down her large brown breasts. One of them licked her nipple and Vaquel shuddered. The star creature immediately sunk onto her nipple and sucked harder.

The same thing happened to Vaquel’s other breast. The creature stopped licking her underboob and scrambled onto her nipple with surprising speed. It latched onto her breast as the mouth furiously licked her sensitive nub of flesh.

A star creature crawled over her sex. The small mouth sucked on the side of her pussy lip and Vaquel gasped. The star creature sucked harder and its tongue lashed at her skin. The legs moved to get a better grip on her and one of the legs slipped into her pussy.

“Mmmm!” Vaquel cried with a star creature over her lips. The sudden penetration sent a shudder through her body. Her back arched and her hips lifted.

***
FOOD! The ONE tasted it on the air. It was inside the wet slick hot tight place. The ONE needed to get it out.

The MANY needed to get it out.

***
The star creature stopped sucking on Vaquel’s pussy lip. It pushed another arm into Vaquel’s sex and then another. The three arms came together to form a wedge inside her wet walls. The other two arms clung to her lips as the makeshift wedge sunk deeper.

Vaquel’s moaned. The creature on her mouth pushed her jaws open. Three arms pushed into her mouth and formed another wedge. It pushed against Vaquel’s tongue and tasted slightly metallic.

Other penetrations were occurring around Vaquel’s body. Arms slipped between fingers and toes. An extension tried to enter her left ear canal. A stubborn creature crawled between her buttocks and was carefully poking her anus with an arm.

But it was the creature in Vaquel’s pussy that had her full attention. It pushed deep inside her and wiggled. As Vaquel clenched around it, the wedge of arms shifted and pushed. It clung to her sex lips as the wedge began to thrust.

Vaquel’s cry were muffled by the creature in her mouth. She planted her feet and shoulders on the ground and lifted her ass. The creatures hung onto her body as she humped the air.

“Mistress!” Chairbot yelled. “I am detecting a flaw in their metabolism. They may be vulnerable to an increase of nitrogen in the air supply. The increase would be small enough that it wouldn’t affect you but it should choke them. Should I initiate the nitrogen increase?”

Vaquel shook her head vigorously. She tries her best to glare at the robot. If she didn’t have a creature wrapped around her fingers, she would have added an obscene gesture for emphasis.

The creature inside her pussy thrusted deep inside Vaquel. It took her by surprise and she rolled her eyes in bliss. The wedge formation pushed and retreated at a punishing pace. It was almost too much for her but Vaquel didn’t want it to stop.

“Mistress, was that a yes?” Chairbot said.

Vaquel looked at the eager robot in disbelief. Was he serious? Couldn’t he see how much she was enjoying this? Was he fucking with her?

The creature on Vaquel’s ass grew braver. It pushed a spiny extension into the tight ring of her asshole. Only the tip made it inside of her and it felt like a tongue as it wiggled around.

“Fmmmk!” Vaquel screamed with a creature sealed over her mouth. She rolled over onto her side so she wouldn’t squish the creature that was exploring her ass. The other creatures hung on, tightening their grip as the continued to lick, suck or thrust.

The green circles on the creatures’ skin began to glow. The glow grew brighter as Vaquel moaned. As the brown woman shuddered on the floor, the glow pulsed in time with her tremors.

“Nitrogen increase has been inputted into environmental controls!” Chairbot announced.

Vaquel screamed in annoyance. She took a swing at the purple robot, but he had incidentally rolled out of range. Her leg kicked out at him but a star creature sucking her toes took most of the impact.

The creature inside her sex fucked harder. The arms bent slightly to reach her deepest depths. It was learning the contours of her pussy and adjusting. Ridges formed on the skin of the extensions to further stimulate her. The thrusts included a slight twist that drove Vaquel closer to orgasm.

“Nitrogen adjustment has been processed and will commence in thirty seconds!” Chairbot gleefully announced.

Vaquel ignored her star creature-blocking robot and focused on her body. She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. The creature on her ass was smashed against the floor but its arm continued to twist and turn inside her asshole. The star thing on her mouth continued to thrust inside her mouth. The creatures on her nipples sucked harder with their tiny tongues. Dozens of other creatures licked, sucked and wiggled against her fingers, toes, and bare skin.

Last, but not least, Vaquel directed her attention to the star creature fucking her pussy. She concentrated on every thrust of the three extensions inside her. Her pussy clenched against the shifting ridges that formed on the creature’s skin. As Vaquel inched closed to orgasm, the creature continued its relentless hard pounding of her sex

Vaquel climaxed. Pleasure exploded from her sex like a supernova. Her toes curled inside tiny mouths. Her ass clenched around the probing extension. Shudders ran up and down her spine.

The green glow from the star creatures intensified. They shone like small stars all over her body. Vaquel clenched her eyes shut but the bright green glow couldn’t be blocked.

“Nitrogen is being released!” Chairbot said.

The star creatures shrieked. They let go of Vaquel’s body an instant. The creature inside her sex pulled out so fast that Vaquel whimpered at the loss. One moment, she was covered in their warm embrace and the next, she was alone on the floor.

“Warning! Hull breach in progress!” the ship’s computer announced.

There was a familiar rush of air as the hull was compromised. It lasted only a moment as the ship’s emergency force fields activated. Vaquel rolled over onto her side and felt the numbing touch of a force field on her breast. The star creatures had burrowed their way out through the floor of her ship.

“Mistress!” Chairbot yelled. “Are you alright? Did I save you in time? Would you like to recover from your ordeal by sitting your lovely brown ass on my seat?”

Vaquel said nothing as she laid on the floor. Her body was still clenching from the orgasm she experienced. She would need a few minutes to gather her wits come up for a punishment for the robot that would adequately express her displeasure.

***
SATISFACTION!

The ONE drifted lazily in the void of space. Receptors converted psychic pleasure into enzymes. The enzymes were released into the ONE’s body, providing nourishment. The hunger pangs faded.

All around the ONE, the MANY floated in a contented stupor.

The FOOD had been especially plentiful. The ONE felt other changes happening within its body. A line formed down the middle as the skin parted. The ONE shuddered in ecstasy as it split in half. Cells quickly healed the rift and formed arms to replace the ones that had moved away. The ONE observed the OTHER float away but stay nearby.

All around the ONE, the MANY became MORE.

The ONE was exhausted. Its metabolism slowed as it curled into itself. One by one, its senses went dormant except for one lone sensory pod that would watch for more FOOD. Floating in space with the MANY, it went to sleep.

The ONE dreamed of tight wet places flowing with FOOD.

Jun 112018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Way the Queen Makes Me Feel” by Royal Astronomers. The three outer planets are gas giants while the two inner worlds are barren rocks. The third planet contains life and is heavily industrialized. There are no ships traveling between their planets and their two moons are pristine of any bases or outposts. They do have about a multitude of satellites orbiting the planet, but they appear to only be used for communications or spying. They call their planet, Wix.

I have spent a day observing their communications. The race, which calls itself Wixkons, appears to be the same as the lone organic I encountered on the Orbiter of Fuck. Like most primitives, their society is greatly divided into many countries. Clearly their planet was not blessed with a family that could unite them the way Queen Erishella’s ancestors did.

Warfare and watching entertainment seem to be their major interests. Their broadcast are split between paranoid suspicions about what the other countries are doing, updates on various wars, and fictional stories about solving murders. The murder investigations seem out of place, but I admit that I find them compelling.

They have developed nuclear weapons which is concerning with their fondness for war. They may destroy themselves before the Queen has a chance to subjugate them. I will initiate Protocol #4 to stop their self-destruction as well as prepare them for their future submission. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: This is very exciting. Protocol #4 allows me to use the fabricator to make fancy outfits and jewelry to impress the natives. I think I might use the construction budget to make a few things outside of the recommended list. It will all be recycled later but it is not often I get to wear something other than a spacesuit.

Vaquel Dr stood inside the airlock of her probe ship. Outside the viewport, she could see the night sky and the tops of thick trees. Down below, a small house nestled between the trees and with the lights were on. According to the scans, there was a single occupant inside.

“Let’s do this,” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said from the navigation control.

The probe ship fired an EMP pulse at the house. The lights turned off and any other electronics were disabled. Scans showed the single inhabitant standing up and checking on their equipment.

“The engines,” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

The probe ship engines roared. The sound was deafening and completely unnecessary for the ship’s hovering position. It did lure out the person inside the house.

“Set us down,” Vaquel said.

Chairbot’s reply was lost in the roar of the engines. Bright beams of light flashed from the probe ship and swept the ground. Musical tones were broadcasted towards the house. Slowly, the ship descended towards the cowering Wixkon.

When the ship touched down on the ground, the noisy engines cut off and the airlock opened. Vaquel stood in the doorway clothed in a golden gown. The gown exposed her heavy brown breasts, but small anti-gravity generators caused her breasts to float. A tight corset of glowing thread bound her waist while sweeping waves of fabric fell from her wide hips. She had added extensions to her short pink hair so that her hair now fell past her shoulders. A silver band graced her forehead and sparkled with a giant emerald.

The occupier of the house watched in stunned silence. Vaquel studied the Wixkon. It was slightly shorter than Vaquel with skin paler than white sand. Frizzy black hair surrounded a face with four blinking eyes. She wore a pale blue jumpsuit that hung on her lanky frame. Four breasts pressed against her jumpsuit, each the size of Vaquel’s fist.

“Greetings, Woman of Wix,” Vaquel announced. The sound modulator on her headband made her voice sound musical with a slight reverb. “I am Vaquel, and I have come from the planet of Euphoria! I bring you a message of Peace and Bliss”

All four eyes of the Wixkon woman grew wider. “By the Codex, you speak our language!”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. “Your primitive language was but a moment’s study to learn.” There was no need to explain that most of the galaxy spoke the same three thousand languages due to some unexplained quirk in parallel development and that Wixkons spoke a simple variation of Verdana.

“I can’t believe this!” the Wixkon said. “A real alien, right in front of me! We need to tell the government! You should speak to our Executive Technician! Can you help us with our war with Poy?”

“Calm yourself,” Vaquel said. She stepped down from her probe ship. The golden gown bobbed as her hips swayed. Various threads pulsed with golden light as she walked closer to the babbling woman. Her free-floating breasts jiggled within the anti-gravity field.

“What is your name, oh ignorant spawn of this world?” Vaquel asked.

“Oge Regne,” the woman responded.

“Oge, we have been studying you and your world for quite some time, Vaquel said. “We have chosen you specifically to carry our message of Peace and Bliss to your people. Do you understand this honor?”

“Wow!” Oge said. “If you have been studying me, then how come you didn’t know my name?”

“Do not bother me with your inane questions!” Vaquel shouted. She didn’t want to mention that the criteria for choosing Oge was just finding someone who lived far away from any witnesses. “I ask again, do you understand this honor, or should I go take the gifts of my people elsewhere?”

“Gifts?” Orge said. “Oh, uh, yes, I understand this honor!”

“Good, then you may kiss my breast,” Vaquel said. “The right one, here.”

Oge blinked. “Oh?”

“Are you refusing this gift?” Vaquel said. “Maybe your world is not ready for Peace and Bliss after all. Or maybe it is your country. Perhaps I should ask the people of Pov?”

“No, no, no!” Oge said. “Sorry, I just haven’t done this since Tech School.”

Oge hurried over to Vaquel. The brown breast floated within the anti-gravity field. Oge leaned in and gave Vaquel’s breast a light peck with her lips.

“Do not be shy,” Vaquel said. She grabbed the back of Oge’s head and pressed her to her breast. Vaquel’s massive brown tit jiggled against Oge’s face. Oge said something but it was hard to tell what it was with her lips smothered in tit.

“Yes, now open your mouth,” Vaquel said. “Ah, there you go. Now use your tongue. Much better! Keep licking and I will tell you of my race.”

Oge mumbled into Vaquel’s jiggling breast.

“The universe is filled with many species and races,” Vaquel said. “They are ruled by the wonderful Euphorians, a wise race that explores and welcomes new planets into our wonderful kingdom. The leader of the Euphorians is Queen Erishella, a beautiful woman who grants the universe the gift of Peace and Bliss.”

Oge muttered something into Vaquel’s floating breast.

“Here, lick my nipple,” Vaquel said as she directed Oge’s mouth to her areole. “Ah, there you go. Flick your tongue quickly. Yes, just like that. Now take slow long licks with the flat of your tongue. Good, now alternate between those two techniques while I tell you more.”

“Now, as I was saying,” Vaquel continued. “Queen Erishella wants to bring Peace and Bliss to your world. She will give your people great technology, wonderful riches and fabulous discovereries. All your problems will disappear. You will experience new sensations beyond your imagination. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Oge lifted her mouth from Vaquel’s breast. A trail of spit connected her lips to the hard nipple. “Wow, she promises to get rid of all of our problems?”

“Of course,” Vaquel said. She didn’t say that Oge’s world will forget about any of their petty problems once they have the problem of the Queen’s invasion force.

“That sounds great!” Oge said.

“It does,” Vaquel said. “Here, you may now kiss my other breast.”

Oge leaned back down. She hesitated before Vaquel’s breast and looked up. “When is the Queen coming? We have a lot of problems right now.

Vaquel pushed Oge’s head down onto her breast. The Wixkon went straight for Vaquel’s dark nipple and started sucking. She licked fast and then slow, just like she had been taught. That was a good sign.

“The Queen must bring Peace and Bliss to many planets before she comes here,” Vaquel said. “That is why she sends explorers like me to come to distant backwater worlds like this. I have chosen you, Oge Regne, who’s name I knew all along, to be the herald of the Queen’s message. You must tell your people about the Queen and prepare yourselves to become worthy of her blessings.”

Oge looked up from Vaquel’s breast with her four eyes. Both cheeks caved in from the force of her suction. Her lips were tight around Vaquel’s nipple and her tongue was flicking rapidly over it.

“Yes, you have a question?” Vaquel said.

Oge popped Vaquel’s nipple from her mouth. “Me? Why don’t you tell them? No one is going to believe me.”

“They will,” Vaquel said. She lifted Oge’s head from her breasts. “for you see, this will be a test of your worthiness. Convince your world that the Queen is coming, and the Queen will reward you with governorship over your people. But first, you must take off your clothes.”

Oge blinked. A blueish tint formed on her pale skin. “Uh, okay. Let’s go inside my house. Or maybe we can go in your ship?”

Vaquel smiled. She sensed Oge’s embarrassment and relished in it. “No, no, we must do it out here,” Vaquel said. “In fact, you will teach your people to be naked often under the watching stars to show your appreciation for Queen Erishella’s gifts.”

Oge blinked and looked up at the sky. Vaquel felt the urge to giggle and bit down on her lip. Micro-shudders of her repressed laughter jiggled her floating breasts.

“Now, Oge,” Vaquel said. “For the Queen.”

Oge nodded and undid a button on her jumpsuit.

“No,” Vaquel said in a moment of inspiration. “Say, ‘For the Queen’ and then get undressed.”

“For the Queen,” Oge said, looking up at the stars in the sky. She unbuttoned another button and then another. Button by button, she opened the middle of her jumpsuit. Four small breasts were revealed, topped each with inverted nipples. Further down, the smooth lips of her sex were revealed with a fringe of curly black hair surrounding it. Oge then stepped out of her jumpsuit and stood before Vaquel naked.

“Now behold your gift,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button hidden in the waist of her gown. A seam appeared in her billowing skirt and then both sides retracted. The golden fabric swept back to reveal Vaquel’s bare brown legs and bright pink pubic hair. A glowing gold phallus protruded from her sex lips and pointed downwards from its weight.

Oge’s four eyes widened. She trembled a little. One of her hands dropped defensively over her crotch.

“Wow, are all of your people, uh, endowed?” Org asked.

“What? No,” Vaquel said. “It is inorganic, see?” Vaquel pulled on the phallus slightly and it came a few centimeters out of her pussy lips. “It is double-ended and held in place by force fields projected by the-you know, you don’t really need to know how it works. This is your gift and the Queen herself has personally decided that you will receive it.”

“Oh!” Oge said. “I see! It is a sex instrument! Will you show me how to put it on?”

Vaquel smirked. She reached down and stroked the thick phallus. “You misunderstand. It is nots yours to have, it is yours to receive.”

Oge blinked and swallowed hard.

“Now turn around and get on your hands and knees,” Vaquel said.

Oge stared at the large golden phallus and didn’t move.

“You do want to bring Peace and Bliss to your people, right?” Vaquel asked.

Oge nodded. “I do! It’s just, it has been a long time since I have been, uh, penetrated. I broke up with my pair-bond last cycle because I found out he was cheating on me with a technician from work. In fact, that is why I came out here to this isolated habitation. My friend is lending it to me and she says that you really need to love yourself before you-“

“I’m going to interrupt you there,” Vaquel said. “As interesting as that is, I have a lot of planets to visit and a lot of gifts to hand out so if you don’t mind, go bend over so we can get on with this?”

“Right, right,” Oge said and she lowered herself to the ground. She got on her hands and knees and presented her backside to Vaquel.

Vaquel suppressed a whistle. Oge’s buttocks were rounder than she expected from such a lanky race. She got down on her knees behind Oge and guided the golden phallus to the lips of Oge’s pussy.

“Wait!” Oge said. “Are you sure it will fit?”

“Oh, yes,” Vaquel lied. “The Queen knows all, praise the Queen!”

To be sure, Vaquel squirted a little lubricant from a nozzle hidden in her gown sleeve. The lubricant bonded instantly to the dildo. Within seconds, it was slippery as an Euphorian gangbang.

Vaquel pushed the lubricated dildo into Oge’s sex. It was a tight fit so Vaquel took it slow. Fortunately, the lubricant eased the passage.

“Oh, that is nice!” Oge said.

“Trust in the Queen,” Vaquel said.

Oge moaned as Vaquel sank the full length of the phallus into her. The alien shuddered, and ripples moved across her pale buttocks. Without being told, Oge started to grind back against the phallus.

Now it was Vaquel’s turn to moan. The other end of the dildo, buried deep inside her own sex, pushed deeper every time Oge pushed back. The special plastic was designed to reverse any pressure experienced on the other end. When Oge clenched, Vaquel’s end pulsed. When Vaquel squeezed, Oge’s half of the phallus throbbed. Together they were able to stimulate each other without even trying.

Vaquel had never tried this design before. The fabricator would have never allowed her to make one, but the rules were different under Protocol #4. Vaquel realized the alien woman would never know how lucky she was.

“This is a nice gift,” Oge moaned.

“It is but one of many gifts the Queen wishes to bring,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel took hold of Oge’s hips and began to fuck her. The golden phallus slid in and out of Oge’s pussy with slippery ease. Vaquel settled into an easy rhythm as she fucked the kneeling alien.

“Now listen carefully,” Vaquel said. “I have much to teach you.”

“Oh, teach me!” Oge said, her pale body shuddering before Vaquel.

“Queen Erishella is worried that your people are advancing too fast,” Vaquel said. “Nuclear power is a clumsy and destructive energy. When the Queen arrives, she will teach you new forms of power to energize your pleasures. In the meantime, you must tell your people to give up nuclear power as well as the nuclear weapons you possess.”

“Wow, that is going to be hard to convince them,” Oge said.

Vaquel kept fucking Oge. “You will find a way. It is your mission for the Queen.”

Oge groaned. “Yes, I will!”

“You must teach your people to be more open with their bodies. They must produce as much porn as possible. They must improve their sexual skills. They must embrace a lifestyle of pleasure instead of a lifestyle of war. In this way, they will prove themselves ready for the Queen’s pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Oge moaned. She pushed back harder on Vaquel’s phallus. Her pale cheeks bounced against Vaquel’s dark hips. The sound of her wet sex getting fucked echoed through the woods.

“Last, take care of your environment,” Vaquel said. “For your world no longer belongs to just you, but to Queen Erishella!”

“Will do!” Oge said as she slammed herself back on Vaquel’s phallus.

Vaquel cried out. Her end of the phallus was throbbing at a maddening pace. She was fucking Oge but she swore the Wixkon was doing most of the work. Oge wasn’t lying when she said it had been a while since she had been fucked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Oge yelled. “You’re making me come!”

Vaquel pulled out of Oge. The pale woman moaned and reached behind her to grab the phallus. Vaquel slapped her hand away.

“Why did you stop?” Oge asked. “I am so close!”

“Because I need to tell you the most important lesson,” Vaquel said. “From now on, whenever you come, you must say’ Glory to the Queen’ Every pleasure belongs to her and it is only by her permission do we enjoy life. Never forget that, understand?”

“Yes,” Oge said. “I promise I will say that. Now please fuck me.”

Vaquel pushed back inside of Oge. The pale alien clenched down hard and Vaquel’s end of the dildo nearly doubled in size. As Vaquel trembled, Oge started humping the phallus.

“Yes!” Oge cried. “Right there, right there, don’t stop!”

Vaquel wasn’t doing anything. She didn’t have to. Oge furiously fucked herself on the dildo. She bounced back and forth, her four breasts smacking into one another with a strange clapping sound.

“Glory to the Queen!” Oge cried. She came to a sudden stop and shook all over.

The dildo inside Vaquel pulsed wildly. Her own orgasm was just within reach. Vaquel grabbed Oge by the bony hips and slammed into her.

“Whoa!” Oge cried out. “Slow down! I’m sensitive!”

“Push through it,” Vaquel said between grunts. “Take the Queen’s gift!”

Vaquel fucked Oge with frenzied passion. Her hips slammed into Oge’s shuddering ass. The thick dildo slide in and out of Oge’s wet lips.

Oge took it. She grabbed tufts of grass on the ground and held on. Her head slumped down and she rested her cheek on the dirt. She kept her ass high in the air as Vaquel savagely fucked her.

“Glory to the Queen!” Oge cried again.

Vaquel snarled and fucked faster.

“Glory to the Queen!” Oge screamed once more.

Vaqiel grabbed one of her exposed breasts. Her fingers cinched around a hard nipple and pinched. She twisted her nipple while her hips continued to fuck.

“Glory to the fucking queen!” Oge screamed.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried at last. She froze as orgasmic bliss exploded through her body and made her toes curl.

When the spasms finally faded, Vaquel pulled out of Oge. The pale woman collapsed to the ground, juices flowing from her sex. Her hands are still clenched together around the shoots of grass she was holding onto.

Vaquel rose on unsteady feet. Her phallus glistened with Oge’s juices. She almost pressed the button that would close her gown back up, but she thought better of it. Instead, she reached down and grabbed Oge by the hair. She pulled the semi-conscious woman up to her knees and guided her head to the dildo.

Oge opened her mouth and took the phallus between her lips. Her tongue went to work, and her cheeks puckered as she sucked on the dildo. She looked up at Vaquel with glazed eyes.

Vaquel smiled. Oge didn’t have to be told to suck. This was a species that was going to do well serving the Queen.

“Enough,” Vaquel said and she pushed Oge away. “Now remember, you are our ambassador. Teach peace, pleasure and environmentally conscious habits. Also, get rid of nuclear weapons and energy.”

“I will,” Oge said. “I will teach your ways to everyone!”

“Good,” Vaquel said. “I must go visit other planets now. The Queen will be pleased with you!”

Oge waved as Vaquel returned to her ship. The airlock closed and the giant beams of light swept the area in a dramatic fashion. The engines roared to life and the probe ship headed up into space.

“Enjoyed that Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel wiped off the phallus and closed her gown again. “Immensely. How many more isolated beings have you found?”

“I have seven total,” Chairbot reported. “All in different countries spread over the planet. Three males and four females.”

“Hmm,” Vaquel said. “Go to one of the males next. I’m going to tell this one his gift is in my ass and he needs to find it with his tongue.”

“Right away, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

May 022018
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty-three of my forty-five day journey to the star system designated “The Way the Queen Makes Me Feel” by Royal Astronomers. It is a lonely stretch of space, free of spatial anomalies, meteors, and stray cosmic rays. At least, that was what I thought.

Sensors have picked up a vessel drifting in space. Vessel might be too generous of a word as it has no thrusters or visible means of propulsion. I suspect it might be a satellite that has broken free of its orbit. Long range scans have picked up writing on the side of the vessel. It is a version of Mistral and reads as “The Orbiter of Fuck”.

The vessel has no distress signal but scans reveal that there is power. I attempted contact and a robotic voice responded. It identified as Wanderer and informed me that one biological unit was on board as well as four robots. Wanderer invited me on board, and the invitation was open to any robots that may accompany me.

Chairbot overheard the invitation and pestered me to join. I have graciously allowed his request in case the situation turns violent. I am not sure what Chairbot can do offensively but maybe he can take a laser shot while I escape.

Docking will be in twenty minutes. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Making contact with a drifting vessel is never a good idea because of the possibility of the inhabitants wanting to hijack my ship, but I find that people adrift in space are usually horny as fuck and that is something I like to take advantage of.

The airlock to The Orbiter of Fuck opened and air hissed into the docking tunnel. Vaquel Di stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips. She stood in the perfect spot for the light to show off her rich brown skin and short pink hair. The yellow spacesuit she wore covered her body from neck to toe and was tight enough to showcase her large breasts, round hips, thick thighs and curvy butt. She had taken extra care earlier to pull her spacesuit tight against her sex to the line of her pussy lips were clearly visible.

“There’s no one here, Mistress,” Chairbot said. The purple robot rolled ahead of her and out of the airlock. The chair swiveled both directions down the hallway.

Vaquel sighed and relaxed out of her pose. “Have we been stood up?” She stepped out into the hallway and looked around. No one was there.

“Hello,” a soft female voice said. It came from above. Vaquel looked up to see a pale head descending towards them. The head had four eyes, dirty purple hair, and a gaping mouth with bright red lipstick on the lips. The head was connected to a cable that extended to the ceiling.

“Sorry I am late,” the head said,” but I had to check on the engines. I am the only one who does any work around here. My name is Wanderer, we spoke earlier.”
“Yes, hello,” Vaquel said. “My name is Vaquel and this is Chairbot.” Vaquel was at a loss for words. The talking head was expression-less. Looking closer, she saw that the eyes were painted on as well as the lips. The mouth was some sort of open port.

Chairbot didn’t have any such problems. “Hello! I see your cable is attached to a track. Does that allow you to roam the ship?”

“Yes,” Wanderer replied. “I was designed to maintain ship systems, which I still do but my primary task these days is to provide oral sex. Would you care for some oral sex, Vaquel?”

Vaquel looked at the gaping mouth and shook her head. “I’m good.”

“Then please proceed to your right,” Wanderer said. “The crew almost never leave the Presentation Room. I have activated the guiding lights to lead you to your destination. They will be very happy to see you.”

“Thank you, Wanderer,” Vaquel said. “Come on Chairbot, let’s find us some lonely space travelers.”

“But what if I want oral sex, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel sighed. “You have no idea where that mouth has been. Besides, what would she suck, your wheel? Come on!”

The lights guided Vaquel and Chairbot through the ship. The hallways were dirty and some of the lights flashed or didn’t work. Empty cans meant to hold beverages rolled across the floor while piles of wiring were lumped in corners.

“These guys have been here a while,” Vaquel said. “Be on guard, they might be a bit unstable.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

They finally reached the Presentation Room. A door slid open and jammed partway through. Vaquel had to pull on the door to get it open wide enough for her and Chairbot to walk through.

“Welcome to the Orbitor of Fuck!” a cheerful voice said. Standing behind a counter was a pale humanoid with frizzy red hair. His skin was pasty and looked unhealthy and there was a hint of madness in his bright four eyes. The green jumpsuit he wore was tattered and hung loosely on his gaunt frame.

“My name is Kole!” the humanoid said.

“My name is Vaquel,” she said as she approached the counter. “This is my servant, Chairbot.”

“No, no!” Kole snapped. “You’re blocking Oculus! You need to walk around to this side of the counter so he can see us!”

Vaquel glanced at Oculus. It was a floating robot with a giant sensor array. The robot turned to focus on Vaquel.

“Uh, okay,” Vaquel said as she came around to the same side of the counter as Kole.

“Do I have to come around the counter too?” Chairbot asked.

“No little buddy,” Kole said. “I’ll pick you up.”

Kole walked around the counter and Vaquel nearly gasped. The pasty humanoid looked like a collection of sticks in his jumpsuit but the bulge between his legs was like a large snake. The bulge throbbed as he walked and Vaquel felt a little light headed.

Bending over, Kole picked Chairbot up with ease and placed him on the counter. He then walked around Vaquel to resume his earlier position. His bulge brushed against Vaquel’s leg and she had a good guess at to its immense thickness.

Vaquel wanted to ask Kole about his anatomy but she was curious about Oculus. “Is Oculus recording our conversation?”

“Of course,” Kole said. “The scientists who built this orbiter used to contact the test subjects and see how they were doing. They also demanded that the subjects make sex toys and this is where they presented them.”

“You said that they used to, do they not do it anymore?” Vaquel asked.

“No, they stopped that ages ago,” Kole said. “But you never know, they might call back one day and I want to be ready!”

Vaquel nodded. This poor creature was a lunatic. “Wanderer said that the crew was here? Did she mean you and Oculus?”

Kole raised his hands to his mouth and shouted, “Artificial Intelligence roll call!”

Speakers crackled to life all around the Presentation Room. “Oculus!”

Oculus swiveled from left to right before centering himself again.

“Wanderer!”

The painted head of Wanderer dropped down from the ceiling and then zipped back up.

“Vendo!”

A gray and pink orb flew from across the room to land on the counter. The orb was transparent and contained several small spheres inside it. Small arms were attached to the sides of the globe and a crude speaker had been bolted on. The arms waved at Vaquel.

“Swaaaaaawk!”

A humanoid robot painted silver fell from the ceiling. It was short and barely came up to Vaquel’s waist. It looked like a poor imitation of the same species Kole was, except his nose was a long phallic object.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. She was surrounded by robots. “Is that all of you?”

“We forgot Chairbot!” Kole said.

“He doesn’t get a rollcall,” the silver robot said. “He’s just a guest star.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, Squawk,” the orb said. “He should at least get a guest credit.”

“Guest credits are only for robots who give their lives for replacement parts, Vendo!” Squawk snapped.

“Guys, guys, save it for the next committee meeting! We have guests,” Kole said.

Vaquel stared at Kole and the robots. Could robots be insane too? Maybe it was a side effect of being around an insane biological creature.

Before Vaquel could say anything, red lights began to flash in the Presentation Room. Kole’s eyes went wide and Squawk and Vendo waved their arms. All of them began to scream.

“Pornography Time!” they yelled.

“What?” Vaquel asked.

“We got to go before the air is sucked out and the lasers are activated!” Kole screamed. He grabbed Vaquel by the hand pulled her towards a door. The door opened to reveal a hallway with another door at the far end. As they ran, the far door opened to reveal another door and a door further down.

“Lasers?” Vaquel yelled. “What is going on?”

“It is the experiment!” Kole yelled. They passed through a door with another door down the hallway. “The scientists wanted to study the effects of pornography on the brain. They kidnapped one of their employees, put him on the Orbiter and made him watch a million pornographic films! They sent the worse they could find!”

They passed through a door and the hallway continued. The klaxons were louder. Small turrets in the ceiling tracked them. There was the sound of hissing air.

Vaquel looked behind her. Chairbot was following her. Squawk was sitting on Chairbot and making excited happy sounds. Vendo flew beside them, waving his arms. Behind all of them, Oculus followed along, recording everything.

“What happened to the guy they sent here?” Vaquel yelled.

“Oh, he found the escape pod and left,” Kole said. “The second guy choked himself to death masturbating and the third guy died from dehydration. After they sent me, there was some sort of accident and the Orbiter was sent flying through space. The movies are still playing though!”

The hallway finally ended at a dark room. A giant video screen took up an entire wall. A row of seats was set in the middle of the room. The floor was sticky and discarded tissues were everywhere.

Kole went to a well-worn seat and sat down. He patted the seat next to him and Vaquel sat down as well. Chairbot rolled into the room and Squawk jumped off. The silver robot took a seat beside Vaquel while Vendo floated to Kole’s right. Chairbot zoomed in front of Vaquel while Oculus took up a position behind them.

The screen flickered to life. Horns played a slow rhythm. A pasty creature the same species as Kole appeared on the screen. The creature appeared to be male and wore a jumpsuit loaded down with technical equipment.

“Oh great,” Squawk said. “Another repair technician. Why can’t we watch a movie about other professions fucking?”

“Can’t you change the movie?” Vaquel said.

“No,” Kole said sadly. “We can’t stop them, we can’t start them, and we can never pick them. Wanderer has tried but the pornography is hardwired into the station.”

On screen, the repair technician walked into a shabbily furnished room. There was another pale person of the species, wearing a tight jumpsuit. Four bulges on her chest appeared to be breasts. Frizzy red hair hung down her face and framed her four eyes.

“Are you the environmental repair technician?” the female alien asked.

“Yes, I am,” the male responded.

“Good, the system is too cold. I’m freezing!” the female said.

The music shifted. Drums began to beat. A whimsical wind instrument grew louder.

“Well, I know a way to keep warm,” the male said and the two pressed their mouths together.

“Aw, yeah,” Vendo said. He floated past Kole and approached Vaquel. The orb body began to buzz. It settled down on Vaquel’s lap and she felt strong vibrations coming from the robot.

“Whoa!” Vaquel said. “What are you doing?” She made no attempt to stop the robot.

“Relax,” Vendo said. “I am just keeping your genitals warm. It gets drafty in the theater.”

The buzzing increased and Vaquel groaned. The tiny spheres inside the orb body of Vendo bounced around furiously. The little hands grabbed her thighs as the orb rubbed back and forth.

“Her esophagus must be really cold,” Kole said, staring at the screen. He unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled out his pasty cock from a seam. It was just as large and thick as Vaquel suspected. He used both hands to stroke it as he watched the action on the screen.

“You guys do this a lot?” Vaquel said as Vendo buzzed harder between her legs.

“Three times a day,” Squawk said. The silver robot leaned closer to Vaquel. The tip of his phallic nose brushed her cheeks. “Want me to warm up your throat?”

Before Vaquel could respond, Squawk pushed his nose between her lips. Vaquel opened her mouth and was surprised to find he tasted sweet. The phallic nose filled her mouth and her lips instinctively closed around it.

“I mean, what else are we going to do?” Kole said as he stroked himself. “It’s free porn. We might as well enjoy it.”

Vaquel wanted to bring up the possibility of getting burned out on pornography but it was hard to ask questions with a dildo in her mouth. She also stopped caring about the question as Vendo’s vibrations reached a new peak. She decided to stop thinking and just relax into it.

“Hey, Kole, would you like to sit on me?” Chairbot said. “I am really comfortable, and I’ve got vibrators!”

“That would be great, little buddy!” Kole said and he moved to sit on Chairbot. The vibrators roared to life and Kole groaned.

Vaquel was shocked. She had no idea that Chairbot enjoyed other butts. She thought that the robot only liked her. There was a twinge of jealousy, but it quickly faded.

On the screen, another male in a white jumpsuit appeared. “Did someone order a physical therapist?”

The female alien broke her kiss with the previous male. “Oh, no! I forgot that I called two specialists today!”

“That’s okay, we’re professionals,” the said the second male. “We can both do our jobs and get you back up and running.”

The second male got down on his knees and began to munch on the woman’s ass through her tight jumpsuit. The first male opened her suit to reveal her four pasty breasts. He started to munch on her nipples. The female groaned between their dual mouths.

Much like Vaquel was groaning now. Squawk carefully slid his dildo nose in and out of her mouth. As he did that, his hand went to one of Vaquel’s breasts. The robot’s hand squeezed her tit and her thin spacesuit offered no protection.

Meanwhile, Vendo was grinding harder between her legs. The vibrations grew stronger and the small speaker on top of the orb began to shake. The tiny metal hands clenched harder on her spacesuit.

Vaquel reached down and pressed a button on her belt. The yellow spacesuit on her chest retracted into the belt. Her dark brown breasts were exposed in the dim light of the video screen.

“Wow, you are really dark,” Squawk said. The silver robot squeezed both of her breasts with his metal hands. “These are the second largest pair of breasts I have ever seen! Check them out, Kole!”

Kole didn’t say anything. He was staring up at the video screen, pumping his cock as Chairbot happily vibrated underneath him. Chairbot had engaged his reclining feature and Kole had tilted way back.

Up on the screen, a second female technician had joined the scene. Vaquel didn’t understand what her job was but it involved sucking on the first female’s fingers. Almost everyone was naked now and sprawled across an uncomfortable desk.

Vaquel pressed a second button on her belt. The yellow spacesuit covering her pelvis and legs retracted into her belt; exposing her bright pink pubic bush. Vendo hovered above her sex for only a second before dropping down onto her. The powerful vibrations pressed against her pussy lips.

“Mmmmm!” Vaquel moaned with Squawk’s phallic nose in her mouth. She gripped the edges of her chair. Her hips bucked against Vendo, grinding her sex against the vibrating robot.

Squawk’s hands moved to Vaquel’s nipples. The metal fingers rolled over her hard nubs and lightly flicked them. For a robot, he was surprisingly gentle.

Vaquel wasn’t in the mood for gentle. She pushed Squawk until his nose was out of her mouth. “Hey, Kole! Don’t you want to fuck a real pussy instead of just looking at one on screen?”

Kole looked back at her and then back at the screen. “I would but I don’t want to miss the movie.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. She pushed Vendo’s vibrating body away from her sex and stood up. An immense damp spot sat like a lake on the seat. She walked over to Kole and grabbed his arm. He reluctantly stood up as Vaquel took his place on Chairbot. Spinning the seat around, she turned and faced the standing alien with her back to the screen.

“There, now you can fuck and watch,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel leaned back on Chairbot and spread her legs into the air. Kole grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide as he pushed into her. Vaquel’s ass was lifted from the seat as his thick cock invaded her. Decimeter by decimeter, his pasty cock disappeared into her dark lips.

Kole shuddered and then began to fuck her. He quickly accelerated and within seconds, his cock was pummeling her tight sex. For a skinny alien, he had a lot of thrusting power and wasn’t afraid to use it.

A loud grunt from the theater speakers caught Kole’s attention. He looked up and laughed. “That does not look like a regulation depth checker!”

Squawk and Vendo laughed. Vaquel’s weight was on her shoulders as Chairbot struggled to support her. She twisted her head to look at the screen. One of the male technicians had his cock embedded in the first female alien’s ass.

“Neither is this one,” Squawk said and something hard pressed between Vaquel’s exposed buttocks. It was his nose! The nose squirted something warm and slippery against her asshole right as his nose pushed inside of her.

“Queen’s mercy!” Vaquel cried out. Squawk’s nose was a tight fit in her ass and so was Kole’s cock in her pussy. The two of them were giant rods inside her shuddering body.

“Let me get a better seat here,” Vendo said and the floating robot flew onto Vaquel’s sex. The vibrating orb pressed down on her sex with Kole’s cock inside her.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. She gripped the edges of Chairbot’s seat. The seat purred to life, vibrating against her back. clenching muscles relaxed as the twin cocks continued to fuck her.

Something purple dropped from the ceiling. It was Wanderer. The head of the robot landed on one of Vaquel’s jiggling breast with the mouth around her nipple. Powerful suction sealed the mouth tightly against Vaquel’s skin.

Vaquel shuddered in bliss. So many sensations competed for her attention. Vendo’s body buzzed against her sex lips as Kole fucked her. Squawk’s nose slowly slid in and out of her asshole while Wanderer sucked her nipple. Chairbot’s seat vibrated against her back as the sounds of the pornographic movie filled the arena with grunts and sighs.

A shape flew above her. It was Obscurus. It looked down on Vaquel, recording the orgy of robots and flesh.

Kole still watched the screen. “Wait, isn’t that technician with the short hair the soldier from that movie with the pirate sluts?” As he spoke, his hips kept fucking Vaquel.

“I don’t know! All I see is ass!” Squawk said with his nose buried in Vaquel’s asshole.

Vendo spun around on Vaquel’s sex. The vibrations rotated against Vaquel’s pussy lips and she gasped.

“Yep, he’s the soldier from the pirate slut movie,” Vendo said. “And he was the student from the sex academy movie last week!”

“Wow, that guy has range!” Kole observed as he fucked Vaquel.

“Him and his cock!” Vendo said.

Kole and the three robots laughed.

Vaquel ignored them. Let them watch the movie; she was focused on what was happening to her. Chairbot’s vibrations did wonders to her back. Wanderer’s suction on her breast made her nipple so sensitive. Squawk’s nose felt like it was going to split her ass apart while Kole’s cock drilled deep inside of her. Vendo’s buzzing brought her closer and closer to orgasm as Oculus watched and transmitted to Queen knows where.

“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” Vaquel cried. “Glory to the Queen!” she yelled as she reached her blissful climax.”

“Payload time!” Kole yelled and he pulled his cock out of Vaquel’s slick sex. He grabbed his long member and it began to twitch like it was trying to escape his hands. Vendo cried out and flew away while Wanderer released Vaquel’s nipple and ascended to the ceiling. Even Squawk withdrew, suddenly leaving Vaquel’s ass empty and hollow.

“What the fu-?” Was all Vaquel could get out before a blast of alien seed ejected from Kole’s cock. It was green and sprayed like a water hose. The first splash splattered against her face but the rest of it coated her breasts.

“Whoa!” Kole yelled. “All right, good job, everyone!” When his cock was done discharging, he slapped the hands of Squawk and Vendo in some sort of celebratory ritual.

“Fuck, do you always come that much?” Vaquel asked as she wiped her face.

“Yeah, sorry,” Kole said with a tone that gave away how unapologetic he was. “I think there is something in the food up here. I never really asked about it to be honest. “Wait here, I’ll go get you a towel.”

Kole left the theater as Vaquel sat up in Chairbot. Squawk and Vendo went back to watching the movie. A power technician had arrived and joined in the orgy. The two robots kept making jokes about what they were watching.

“Wait,” Vaquel said. “I thought the rest of the ship was unsafe during the movie? How can Kole get me a towel?”

“Oh, he probably turned on safety mode,” Vendo said. “We turn it on when we want to stage a quick reenactment or a skit. He just can’t stay out there too long. Safety mode usually turns off in a few minutes.”

Vaquel jumped to her feet. Green seed dripped from her face and tits. “Just long enough to steal my ship and get out of here! Come on, Chairbot!”

The doors opened for Vaquel and she ran down the hallway. Still covered in seed, she decided to run naked rather than have her suit slide back over her sticky body. She grabbed her laser pistol and thumbed it to the highest setting.

Chairbot speed past her down the hallway. “Mistress, I am detecting that he has entered the probe ship!”

“Fuck!” Vaquel screamed. She ran faster. Seed flew from her bouncing brown breasts. She entered the presentation Room and then down the hallway to her ship. Laser turrets in the walls tracked her but they didn’t fire.

The door to her ship was open. Chairbot was in the hallway facing the door. As Vaquel came closer, she saw Kole stepping out of her ship. His arms were full of something.

“Freeze!” Vaquel yelled. She stood and aimed her laser pistol. “Throwing out my shit before you steal my ship?”

“What? No!” Kole said. “I was umm, stealing your stuff, not your ship?”

Vaquel came closer. Kole was holding her underwear. He had bras and underwear of every color. It looked like he raided the dirty clothes hamper.

“You’re stealing my underwear?” Vaquel said. “I mean, I get it, I’m sexy but I thought you were stealing my ship.”

“Why would I steal your ship?” Kole asked.

“So you can get away from this crazy experiment!” Vaquel said.

“Why would I do that? I get food, a place to stay, robot friends and free porn! This place is great!”

Vaquel sighed. It hadn’t occurred to her that Kole enjoyed his predicament. Maybe she would too if she was trapped and had a hundred orgasms here. They called it Stuck-Come Syndrome back on her planet.

“Okay, just a misunderstanding,” Vaquel said as she holstered her pistol. “But still, you can’t take all of my underwear. They are not easy to replace. You can have some but not all, and you will have to pay me.”

“Pay you with what?” Kole said.

Vaquel looked down at Kole’s cock. “Let’s get back to the movie and I’ll tell you.

By the time the movie was over, Kole’s cock had earned three dirty panties and one very sweaty bra.

Apr 042018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have completed my forty day journey to the star system designed as “Queen’s Lingering Bite” by Royal Astronomers. Of the fifteen planets in the system, nine are gas planets and five are barren rocks. I have dispatched probes to these planets and will record the results.

As for the last planet, it has a thriving biosphere. Megafauna dominates most of the planet and I have observed giant lumbering creatures the size of some of the Queen’s palaces. Early scans show the ground is fertile and ideal for farming. The sea life is just as plentiful. This world could feed entire planets if not more.

Too bad the dominant lifeforms are beasts with teeth the size of fighter ships.

There are little signs of intelligent life. I have detected groups of bipedal flying creatures living in the mountain ranges. Long range scans are detecting what might be houses built into the side of the mountains. I will need to investigate closer to determine if the creatures are smart enough to be enslaved by the Queen. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: My anti-gravity wings aren’t going to do the job in those mountain ranges. I am going to have to break out the flight pack. Queen’s tit, I hope it still works.

Vaquel Di soared through the mountain canyon. The wind whipped at her tight green spacesuit, pulling and tugging at her ample curves. The exhaust from her flight pack formed a long blue plume behind her.

She giggled within her clear glassteel bubble helmet. This was easier than she remembered. The controls were operated by her thumb and forefinger. Depending on where she rubbed her finger with her thumb, the flight pack would turn, accelerate or even stop. Within minutes, Vaquel was making changes to her flight by instinct.

Fuck, this was fun! Vaquel’s thumb made a slight adjustment on her control glove and the explorer plunged deep within the canyon. She laughed and pulled up at the last second to avoid splattering herself on the hard stone.

“Target area approaching,” the computer told her.

Vaquel nodded. She was close to those suspected habitations built into the side of the mountain. It was important to determine if they were just natural shelters being used by a primitive species or proof of intelligence.

She could see the habitations up ahead. They were little more than holes in the mountain. Most of the holes looked like cave entrances but some the holes look small enough to be windows.

A shadow passed over Vaquel. She darted to the side of the mountain and took shelter under a ledge. Taking her laser pistol from her belt, she glanced up.

Large avians circle above her. They were humanoid in shape except for the large wings emerging from their backs. The talons on their hands and feet looked sharp. Feathers covered them from head to toe except for the curious angular faces. Most of them had white feathers while one or two were different shades of blue.

Vaquel watched from her hidden location. The white avians were chasing the blue avians, although the blue ones didn’t seem to be trying to flee. All of them stayed in the same general area as they chased and circled one another.

“Some kind of a game?” Vaquel said out loud. “Maybe a dominance ritual? Either way, I can check out one of their caves.”

One of the blue avians suddenly shot higher in the sky and the most of the white ones followed. The other blue darted further up the canyon and the remaining whites chased it. For the moment, the immediate area was clear.

A moment was all Vaquel needed. She put her laser pistol back in her belt and went into action. Launching herself into the air, she pressed down with her thumb. The flight pack ignited and she was shot through the air. The sudden acceleration made her tits jiggle within her tight space suit.

Vaquel speed across the canyon and towards one of the cave entrances. She released her thumb and flicked the cut-off switch. The flight pack abruptly turned off but her forward momentum kept her going. She coasted through the air and pulled up to a standing position. As the last of her inertia dyed out, Vaquel landed safely within the cavern.

“Fuck, yeah,” Vaquel said. Her heart was racing. Both nipples were hard and pushing against the tight material of her spacesuit. The crotch of her suit was soaked. This kind of personal flying was a new thrill for the jaded explorer.

Sunlight strewn in from the entrance and lit up the cave. It was a small area, barely the size of Vaquel’s dormitory back on her home planet. The walls showed marks of tools. This area was carved, not found.

Vaquel studied everything with an explorer’s eye. She cataloged the details and filed it away in her memory.

Here was a small hearth for a fire. The pit had ashes and nearby was a large stone to smother the fire.

There was a raised ledge with gathered vegetation to make a soft surface. It was most likely a bed.

Over here were stone tools for cutting and smashing.

On the wall were crude drawings. They depicted flying avians.

Vaquel paused in front of the drawings. The avians shown looked misshapen with too many limbs. On closer examination, she realized that she was looking at two avians coupled together. The avian on top was impaling the one below with immense phalluses.

“Yep, we got some smart ones,” Vaquel said. Making your own pornography was the principle sign of an intelligent species. The avians were more than suited for conquest and inclusion into Queen Erishella’s ever expanding kingdom.

Vaquel took a closer look at the drawing. “Smart and well endowed,” she said. “That tool is as long as my arm.”

A shadow came over the wall. Vaquel turned to see an avian standing at the cave entrance. It was one of the white ones. The feathers shook on top of his head.

“Easy there,” Vaquel said. She slowly reached for her laser pistol. If she could kill it before the others noticed, she could leave here undetected.

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the avian squawked. The sound was deafening and Vaquel could hear it echo through the canyon.

“So much for stealth,” Vaquel said as she slapped her pistol back on her belt. She couldn’t kill him now; his friends would retaliate and she couldn’t kill them all. There was just one option left.

Vaquel ran for the nearest window. She jumped in the air and activated her flight pack. Blue flamed jetted from her pack as she flew out into the canyon.

The other avians had returned. Four of the white ones folded their wings and dived down towards her. Terrible shrieks filled the air as they screamed at her.

Vaquel pressed down with her thumb. The flight pack pulsed on her back and her speed tripled. The canyon walls sped by Vaquel as the wind battered her jiggling breasts.

“KAAA!” an avian cried out right above her. Vaquel saw the avian’s shadow fall on her. How the fuck did it catch up to her?

The shadow grew larger as the avian swooped down on her. Vaquel braced herself but the avian screamed in pain. A backwash of heat on Vaquel’s legs told her what happened. The avian had dropped down on the exhaust of her flight pack and had been burned.

Vaquel looked back. The avian was on fire and was spiraling down into the depths of the canyon. The other avians were still chasing her. They didn’t appear to be discouraged at all by their comrade’s troubles.

A sudden narrowing of the canyon walls forced Vaquel to pull up. She crested the top of the canyon but powerful wind thermals slammed into her like a runaway escape pod. Vaquel was spun around by the terrible winds and struggled to retain control. Desperate, she plunged downwards into the canyon once more and the rough wind subsided. That was fucking close.

There was a flash of white to her left. It was one of the avians. He had taken advantage of her loss of control to catch up to her. Powerful wings swooped within a meter of her body. He looked at her with his angular face, shifting his attention from her flight pack to her face and then back to her flight pack.

“Try it fucker,” Vaquel said. “Get on my back and you’ll burn too.”

“KAAA!” the avian screamed and then its wings curled into a strange spiral. The avian swooped through the air in a curve that flipped it over. Before Vaquel could react, the avian was under her! It grabbed her and pulled her close to its powerful chest. Pinning her to his body, it flipped back around so it was on top.

Vaquel turned off the flight pack. Her hands were pinned between her busty chest and the avian’s muscular torso. Unable to move her hand freely, she didn’t want to risk jetting them into the side of the canyon.

Something poked between her legs. It was hard and very insistent. Vaquel couldn’t look between their bodies to see what it was but she had a good guess judging from the pornographic wall art she had seen.

“Wait, is this a mating thing?” Vaquel said. Maybe the white avians are the males and the blue ones she saw were the females. Her green spacesuit must have confused them or maybe it was colorful enough to arouse them anyway.

“Did you just want to fuck?” Vaquel yelled but the primitive avian didn’t answer. It merely kept flying through the canyon as something poked at the crotch of Vaquel’s space suit.

Vaquel thought about the cave drawings of the genitals. They looked huge and monstrous. She decided that for a thorough report, she needed to confirm their existence. Squirming within the avian’s powerful grip, she was able to get a hand down to her belt and press a button.

The bottom half of Vaquel’s suit retracted into her belt. She felt the cold canyon wind blowing across her bare ass and legs. She also felt something hard and stubborn pushing against her pussy lips. A shift her hips and the unseen phallus slid inside her.

Vaquel cried out. It was large, thick and very nimble. It was also about a third of the size of what she had seen on the cave walls. Once again, Vaquel learned that a lot of pornography lies.

“KAAA!” the avian cried. He suddenly pulled up and began climbing higher up the canyon.

The shift in direction slammed Vaquel’s body onto the avian’s cock. She cried out as the large phallus impaled her sex. Her legs wrapped around the avian and his feathers were soft against her skin.

The avian dived and Vaquel felt her weight shift away from the cock. He suddenly pulled into a climb and Vaquel’s body slammed back down on the phallus. The bird creature spun in the air and Vaquel felt the cock shift and pull inside her sex.

Vaquel was getting dizzy. The sudden shifts in directions and momentum was playing havoc with her sense of direction. It was also grinding the thick cock inside her in unpredictable and exciting sensations. Vaquel clenched her legs tighter around the flying creature and held on.

“KAAAA!” There was a scream from behind the avian fucking Vaquel. She looked and saw a desperate bird creature flying alongside them. It swooped in, arms out-stretched to try to snatch Vaquel away.

The avian fucking Vaquel went into a power dive. As Vaquel and the avian plummeted towards the ground, the avian pumped furiously between Vaquel’s legs. The thick cock pounded Vaquel’s wet sex with desperate fury.

“Warning! Collision imminent!!” the flight pack announced.

Vaquel didn’t know what to do. Surely the avian didn’t intend to splatter them on the ground? Maybe it was fucking her so hard right now because it needed to come before it pulled up? Could she be falling to her death because of some evolutionary trait of the avian was more concerned with climaxing than saving itself?

She should activate the flight pack. No matter how good that thick cock felt between her legs, she should take over. Just because he was fucking her just the way she liked it was no reason to get killed.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She was so damn close to coming.

The avian pulled up and the sudden shift impaled Vaquel deeply onto his cock. As her naked butt glided decimeters over the sharp rocks the canyon floor, Vaquel felt her orgasm spill over. Bliss exploded from her sex and filled her body.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The avian kept ascending. Powerful wings flapped as he picked up speed. He clutched Vaquel tighter to his chest while his pelvis kept pumping his cock into her pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again. She forgot all about nearly dying and surrendered to the amazing euphoria of her second climax. Shudders racked her body and her legs unclenched from around the avian’s waist.

The avian shook and her arms went limp. Vaquel barely noticed his distress until she slid off his cock. She fell for a single second before being another avian grabbed her from behind. The new avian took off into the sky, holding Vaquel tightly and pinning her back to his chest.

“What the fuck, ahhhh!” Vaquel cried. A thicker, harder cock slid inside of her. The nimble cock danced and thrusted within her.

Vaquel was in an orgasmic daze. Powerful arms were wrapped around her chest, squeezing her heavy breasts inside her suit. Feathers rubbed against her bare ass while a cock fuck her. The floor of the canyon grew smaller and smaller as she was carried upward.

What had happened? The new avian must have taken her from the previous avian. This must be part of their mating rituals. They were treating her like a prize to be fought and fucked over.

Vaquel shuddered. The thought made her wetter.

The avian holding her sped across the canyon. Screams from behind them told Vaquel that they were still being chased. It was a matter of time before one of them caught up and stole her again.

Which is why the avian holding her was pounding away at her tight sex. The avian’s cock was a battering ram between her legs. The strong arms kept Vaquel’s arms pinned as he fucked her. The wind whipped against her bare legs as the two of them swooped and weaved through the canyon.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel cried out. She went limp in the avian’s arms. The relentless fucking dominated her every thought. No matter how close they came to the canyon walls or how fast they were going, all Vaquel could focus on was the thick rod ramming her pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she came a third time.

The avian’s forward momentum was suddenly stopped. His arms opened and Vaquel went flying off his cock. She flipped head over heels with terrifying speed. Before Vaquel could orient herself, she was caught once more by another avian.

Vaquel looked up into the face of the avian that her. His face was looking towards the horizon as his wings furiously flapped. One hand was on her back but the other grabbed her round ass. Sharp talons gently squeezed her buttock as something long and thick pushed into her sex.

“Fuck,” Vaquel groaned breathlessly. It wasn’t as large as the previous cocks but that was okay. Vaquel’s pussy was sensitive and tender. The smaller cock was just what she needed as it pumped inside of her.

The avian spun wildly to avoid another competitor. Vaquel groaned as this cock shifted inside her body. She clenched down tightly around him; her pussy juice running from her pussy lips to fly through the air behind them.

Another orgasm was fast approaching. Vaquel giggled with delirium. She was exhausted. Her head was spinning she doubted that she knew which way was up. There was no way her body could come again.

The avian didn’t know or didn’t care. It climbed high into the sky while his hips fucked Vaquel. He slammed his cock in and out of her with a bestial need to come.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as another orgasm exploded within her.

“KRAAA!” the avian screamed and suddenly hot seed filled Vaquel’s sex. The cock inflated as it released an enormous load of come inside of her.

Without warning, they began to spin violently. Powerful thermal winds ripped Vaquel from the avian’s body. Seed flew through the air as the avian spun out of control.

They were above the canyon. In the bliss of climax, the avian had rose too high. The higher thermal winds were too much for the creature’s wings to handle. He couldn’t control which way his wings were pointed and gravity took over. The avian fell through the air, battered by the intense winds.

Vaquel activated her control glove and pointed her body downwards. The flight pack pulsed to life and Vaquel’s body shot through the air like a missile. She aimed for the panicking avian and reached him within seconds. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and she pulled him down to within the canyon.

The avian’s wings straightened. He began to glide and Vaquel let go of his wrist. The avian quickly peeled off and headed back to where the caves were.

“Not even a thank you,” Vaquel said. Maybe the avian was embarrassed at having nearly killed them both. Or perhaps the avian lacked the concept of gratitude. Thinking back on her experience with males of many alien species, it was more likely that once the avian climaxed, he lost all interest in her.

The cold wind on Vaquel’s pussy reminded her to turn her pants back on. As the spacesuit slid over her naked legs, Vaquel pointed her flight pack towards her waiting ship. The avian might have lost interest in her, but Vaquel was sure that she was going to be masturbating about this for weeks to come.

Mar 072018
 

Co-Explorer’s Log: We are on day fifteen on our forty day journey to the star system designed as “Queen’s Lingering Bite” by Royal Astronomers. Explorer Mon has been checking the solar sails to see why we can’t reach our regular speed. She calculates that the strange radiation in the area may be blocking the solar rays needed for optimal travel. She has determined that there is nothing we can do about it until we leave this section of space.

In the meantime, I have been using the extra days in our journey to compile more comprehensive scans of the area. There is a high level of psychic radiation in the area, which is strange for open space. Maybe it is just a natural phenomenon. I’ll leave that for Explorer Mon, she’s the smart on in the team. End Co-Explorer’s Log.

Co-Explorer’s Personal Log: These long stretches between star systems can be boring as fuck. Praise the Queen for Kanae, I would go out of my mind if I didn’t have her around.

Vaquel Di rubbed her tired eyes and ran her fingers through her short pink hair. The scanners were still showing unusual psychic energy readings and the long lines of data were starting to blur. She needed a break. Maybe she should get a drink from the algae processor. Or maybe she should quench her thirst by licking Kanae’s pussy.

No, no. Vaquel needed to be good. Kanae was sleeping in their relaxation bunk. It was her shift to sleep and Vaquel already cut into Kanae’s rest period by fingering Kanae’s pussy earlier. Vaquel knew her co-explorer needed her rest.

Vaquel was still horny though. She placed a hand on her full breast that was straining against her skintight red spacesuit. Her hard nipple was poking against the material, yearning to be free. Vaquel pinched her nipple through her spacesuit and shuddered. She was so wet right now.

Should she rub one out? She could lean back in the navigation chair, prop her feet up on the console and open her spacesuit. Her wet pussy was so horny that it would only take a minute of stroking to come. In fact, she could make a game of it. If she didn’t come in time, then she would have to stop. Maybe she could punish herself more by not allowing herself to masturbate until an hour passed by.

A delicious shiver ran through Vaquel. That sounded like fun, but no, there was no need to masturbate. She had Kanae’s willing mouth, nimble fingers and collection of dildoes from various worlds to satisfy her. Why masturbate when you have that waiting for you?

Still, the image of masturbating in the navigation chair was so vivid. It was almost like Vaquel had done it before. No, it was more like she had done it many times, right down to the game she invented. She even knew that her right foot could secure itself against this ridge in the console while her left foot would have to stretch to hook her toes against the drive lever.

How strange! Vaquel decided she must be extra horny today.

Vaquel stood up and left the navigation pod. Kanae was sleeping in their bunk made for one person. Vaquel had this incredible urge to crawl into the bunk with Kanae but experience has taught them that there just wasn’t enough room. Vaquel cursed the Royal Navy for insisting on one bunk for peak crew efficiency.

That wasn’t the only tight spot on the ship. Royal Navy conservation was everywhere. The hygiene pod was just big enough for one person to wash themselves comfortably. The algae producer had just one chair and a small table to eat meals at. Even the armory only had enough weapons for one explorer. It was crazy.

Oh well, Kanae and her always made it work. Still, the ship was pretty cramped. Take the Survey Crystal for example. It was a giant yellow crystal that filled most of the central corridor that they had to walk around. Couldn’t they put that crystal somewhere else? It looked so out of place, like someone dropped it in the hallway.

Vaquel frowned and stared at the Survey Crystal. Wait a second, what does the Survey Crystal actually do? She was having a hard time remembering.

The door to the relaxation bunk opened. Kanae was on her side with the blankets pulled back to reveal her naked body. She yawned and then smiled at Vaquel.

“Good shift,” Kanae said.

Vaquel’s heart beat faster, like it always did when she saw Kanae. Her fellow explorer was beautiful. Kanae had a slightly androgynous face that did funny things to Vaquel’s libido. Kinky pink hair formed a bouffant that was always perfect even when she had been sleeping. Vaquel’s eyes glided down to take in Kanae’s small round breasts and a sliver of pink pubic hair above her dark nether lips.

“I had a dream that I was thirsty,” Kanae said. “Can I take a lick of your pussy?”

Vaquel squirmed. “If it would help,” she tried to say indifferently. She faked acting calm as she opened a seam in her spacesuit at the crotch. The red material parted to reveal her thick pink pubic bush. She walked over to Kanae and leaned against the relaxation bunk.

“You’re already damp,” Kanae purred. She licked a drop of juice from Vaquel’s bush. “Rough shift?”

“Not anymore,” Vaquel groaned and she leaned into Kanae’s mouth.

Kanae nuzzled against Vaquel’s pubic hair. Her lips kissed Vaquel’s sex before her tongue parted Vaquel’s nether lips. She took a long single lick and then moved back.

Vaquel groaned. “Don’t tease me.”

“You like to be teased,” Kanae said.

It was true. Vaquel’s hips bucked towards Kanae’s face.

“Please,” Vaquel groaned again.

Kanae took another lick. It was long and slow until the end where her tongue quickly whirled before retreating.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. “Please, please, please. I need more.”

“Open your legs,” Kanae said. She rolled over onto her back and moved so that her head hung off the bunk.

“Yes,” Vaquel said and she widened her legs so she could straddle Kanae’s head. She squatted down until she felt those lovely lips on her sex. Her hands reached under and supported Kanae’s neck because that is what space explorers do for one another.

Kanae was done teasing. Her tongue pushed deep inside Vaquel’s wet sex. She opened her mouth wide so she could drink Vaquel’s juices. Her hands reached around and grabbed Vaquel’s ass.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. She thought about pulling her suit open so Kanae could grab her butt directly but she resisted. The feeling of Kanae’s fingers digging into her suit to grab her bottom was perfect. Besides, she would wait until Kanae asked her and then it would be Vaquel’s turn to tease.

In the meantime, Kanae kept licking. Her tongue stretched up inside Vaquel’s shuddering sex. Long deep licks alternated with quick lashes. She would focus on one area until Vaquel was shaking and then her tongue would move to somewhere else.

Vaquel squirmed on top of Kanae’s face. She never got tired of her fellow explorer’s mouth. After eight years together, Vaquel still got as wet as if they had just met last week.

Kanae’s small breast tempted Vaquel. The dark nipple was similar to Vaquel’s but a slightly lighter shade. She reached down and pinched a nipple. Kanae groaned into Vaquel’s sex. Vaquel slowly twisted the hard nipple back and forth, as Kanae licked harder.

Pain with pleasure was one of many things that Vaquel and Kanae had in common. Over the years, they took turns dominating the other. Sometimes one of them would tie up the other and have their way with them. They swapped roles as the mood hit them and strangely for Vaquel, Kanae was always willing to switch when Vaquel was ready. She had never enjoyed that kind of compatibility before.

Kanae stopped licking. “Give me your asshole,” she gasped before going back to licking.

Thoughts of teasing Kanae and making her beg for it went out the airlock. Vaquel pressed a button on her belt and a seam opened along her bottom. Kanae’s hands quickly pulled the red spacesuit apart to get to Vaquel’s ass.

Vaquel groaned as Kanae’s finger pressed against her asshole. Kanae’s nails were always short and blunt for just this reason. The finger wiggled, pushed and squirmed against the tight ring of Vaquel’s asshole. It finally slipped in and Vaquel cried out.

The finger was nice and slow in Vaquel’s ass. There was no lube but it wasn’t needed. A little rough ass play was okay between lovers.

It reminded Vaquel of the rough fucking they received from the cyborg on the last planet. They took turns getting pounded by his relentless cock while the other tried to find a way to turn him off. When they finally defeated him, they were both too sore to fuck. Well, for a day at least. They were soon back to licking each other until they were strong enough for fingers and dildos again.

Kanae’s tongue went into overdrive. It darted around as Kanae spelled out the Euphorian alphabet with her tongue. All the while, Kanae’s finger pushed in and out of Vaquel’s asshole.

It was too much. Vaquel wanted to spend hours on Kanae’s face but her body was going over the edge. She clenched her thighs around Kanae’s face as her tongue and finger pushed her to orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Her climax made her toes curl and her eyes roll. She shuddered on top of Kanae’s face. Kanae kept licking until Vaquel got every second of her orgasm.

“Fuck, that was nice,” Vaquel said when she dismounted from Kanae’s face. “Shall I return the favor? Want me to get a dildo?”

Kanae giggled. “Not now. I need to check on the Survey Crystal.”

“Okay,” Vaquel sighed. She pressed a button on her belt and the seams of her spacesuit sealed. “I’m going to clean up a little bit. See if I can make some more room.”

“Good luck with that,” Kanae said with a laugh. It was a running joke between them that they could somehow make more room in this cramped ship.

Vaquel stripped the sheets from the relaxation bunk while Kanae checked out the Survey Crystal. It was hard to focus on her work while Kanae was walking around in the nude. The other explorer rarely put on clothes, which was fine with Vaquel. She liked the constant display of naked beauty.

It was probably for the best since the spacesuits didn’t really fit Kanae anyway. The suits were perfect for Vaquel’s larger bust but were too baggy for Kanae. There were discrepancies with the bottoms as well. They fit Vaquel’s round ass but were insufficient for Kanae’s much more abundant bottom. It was like the Royal Navy only gave them suits for Vaquel.

There was a hum from the Survey Crystal. Kanae operated the crystal in some unknown way as she glided her hands over it. The yellow crystal changed from yellow to purple and back again. The cabin was filled with alternating light. The colors were pretty and made Vaquel lost a few minutes as she stared at the light.

She went back to work cleaning. Some of their dildoes were on the floor from their last lovemaking. They went through dildoes a lot and had to find or make more all the time. Vaquel cleaned them and checked to see which may need to be replaced soon.

“Hey, how come we don’t have a double-ended dildo?” Vaquel asked. “Now that I think about it, we have never had one. That’s weird. I would have thought we would make that a priority.”

Kanae passed her hand over the Survey Crystal. The light flickered rapidly. “Yes, we did. Remember, we broke it when that entity possessed us.”

Vaquel did remember. Some strange anomaly had possessed her body. It was new to sensual feeling and it spent most of its time feeling Vaquel up with her own hands.

No, that is not quite right. The entity possessed both of them. Vaquel and Kanae had touched each other. The entity quickly learned that their breasts and pussies were their most sensitive parts.

Another image filled Vaquel’s mind. Kanae and Vaquel were sharing the opposite ends of a pale plastic dildo. Their legs were entwined as their hips humped together. The squishy sounds of their sexes filled the ship.

Vaquel remembered looking into Kanae’s eyes as they fucked. She recalled the sweat running down Kanae’s beautiful dark face. She thought of the way Kanae bit her lip and the flush to her cheeks. She remembered the scream Kanae made when she climaxed.

A shudder ran through Vaquel. How could she have possibly forgotten that? It was a good thing that Kanae was around to remind her of these things.

Vaquel went back to work cleaning. She did try to see if there was a way to make more room. Could they put the meal chair in the spacesuit closet when they weren’t using it? What about the sex toy locker? Could they store it behind a wall panel or would that be too much trouble to get into? She kept looking but there really didn’t seem to be a way to make more space.

That was when she saw the strange chair. It was a dark purple and had tracks but Vaquel couldn’t remember seeing it ever move. The chair had a lot of lights but none of them were working. Was it some sort of automated chair? If so, it didn’t seem to be working anymore.

Did they really need another chair? It took up a lot of room. If they dropped it through the airlock, they might have enough room for the two of them to lay down side by side. Or on top of each other.

“Hey, I was thinking of getting rid of this chair,” Vaquel said.

Kanae abruptly looked away from the Survey Crystal. “No! Don’t do that.”

“Really, why?” Vaquel said. “You never sit in it.”

Kanae shrugged. “You would regret it if you threw it out. Just trust me, okay?”

“Okay,” Vaquel said and that settled it. If Kanae asked her to trust her, then Vaquel would.

As Kanae went back to staring at the Survey Crystal, Vaquel took a closer look at the chair. The back was high and could provide support for the head. The seat was wide enough for Vaquel’s ass but oddly, it was too narrow for Kanae. There was a raised contour in the front of the seat that might feel good against one’s pussy.

A rush of desire swept over Vaquel. Despite just coming, her pussy was wet again. Her hand drifted to her sex before she realized what she was doing.

What is so special about this chair? Why did Vaquel get hot just looking at it?

There was only one way to find out. Vaquel sat down in the chair. Wow, it was a perfect fit. It was as if the seat was made for her. That was weird because Vaquel still didn’t remember ever sitting in it.

The raised ridge pressed against Vaquel’s sex. She leaned forward and it pushed wonderfully against her. Heat rushed between her thighs as she started to grind. Her ass rubbed back and forth against the seat.

Oh, this was nice but something was missing. Vaquel had a feeling that she knew what it was. She needed to be naked. The seat was meant to be ridden bare.
A strange hesitation came over Vaquel. She glanced at Kanae but her co-explorer was still looking at the Survey Crystal. Good. For some reason, Vaquel didn’t want Kanae to see her grinding on the chair.

Vaquel pressed a button and her spacesuit from her waist down retracted into her belt. The feeling of the purple chair on her bare ass triggered a feeling of familiarity. She had not only sat here before, but she had climaxed here. Multiple times, if her pussy was any judge.

But how? Did she masturbate? Vaquel reached between her legs. Yes, that felt familiar. She stroked herself, using short quick circular motions just like Kanae when she touch her. Her fingers moved faster and faster over her sensitive sex.

Yes, Vaquel had done this before. The way her bare ass clenched on the chair felt right. The wet sport forming on the seat felt like something she had experienced a hundred times. No, thousands of times. This was her chair.

But it wasn’t quite right. Something was missing. It was on the tip of Vaquel’s mind but she just couldn’t think of what it was.

Could it be the way she masturbated? Vaquel tried slipping a finger inside her. No, that wasn’t it.

Was it the need for something thicker? Vaquel added a finger and then another. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was a dildo. It felt good to pump herself but it still wasn’t quite right.

Vaquel looked at Kanae. She was busy making adjustments to the Survey Crystal. Purple and yellow light filled the cabin. The explorer was deeply engrossed in whatever she was doing.

That left Vaquel alone to figure out the mystery of the purple chair. She tried grinding harder on the chair. That brought vague memories to mind. She had done this before but with more passion. Why? Just to grind on this small contour? That would be really hard to get off on. Is that why she was grinding so hard?

Vaquel leaned forward and kept grinding. Her fingers fucked her slick sex. An orgasm was rising and she on the cusp of coming.

She remembered begging but not her words, it was someone else. Not Kanae either. No, this voice was a little higher. A little more desperate. Submissive, no, outright submissive. They debased themselves and Vaquel delighted in their humiliation.

And what did they beg for? Vaquel’s pussy didn’t seem quite right. They didn’t beg to come either. It was something else. Something only Vaquel could give.

It was Vaquel’s ass. She was sure of it. Someone begged relentlessly for her naked ass. They liked touching it. They loved the way it clenched. They didn’t just crave her ass, they worshipped it.

Vaquel looked at the busy Kanae. Was it her begging for Vaquel’s ass? No, that didn’t feel right. When Kanae asked for something, Vaquel’s stomach fluttered and she loved giving it. This begging made Vaquel’s libido flare with the cruel sweetness that comes from completely dominating someone.

The begging was important, but it still wasn’t the whole memory. Vaquel knew something else was missing. It was so close but she couldn’t remember it.

In the meantime, Vaquel was close to coming. She bit her lip to keep from disturbing Kanae. Her fingers plunged deeper inside her. She grinded faster on the chair.

It wouldn’t be long now. The slightest extra stimulation would make her come. She needed someone to kiss her, or bite her nipples, or suck on her toe or put a vibrator against her sex or maybe against her whole ass.

That was it! This chair used to vibrate! It could vibrate at low speeds or so strong that Vaquel would scream for mercy until the chair would turn off.

“Chairbot,” Vaquel whispered. The chair was a robot and his name was Chairbot! He was her slave and companion. On some lonely nights, she even considered him to be her friend because he was the only company that she had-

Vaquel stood up. She remembered everything.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Vaquel screamed at the woman who didn’t belong here.

Kanae stood up and sighed. “This is awkward. Normally I just leave while my subjects are asleep. You are the first one to break through the conditioning.”

“That doesn’t answer the question,” Vaquel snapped. Kanae, and her giant crystal that also didn’t belong here, was between Vaquel and the weapons locker. She wasn’t sure how good of a fighter Kanae was. Well, she remembered Kanae being very good at fighting but she didn’t trust her memory.

“I am an explorer, like you,” Kanae said. “My kind exist on a more psychological plane. We explore other minds by manifesting in your reality. This Survey Crystal records your mind for further study back home. It takes a few days to record everything. To make things smoother, we make slight alterations so you believe we were always here. It cuts down on conflict and makes for exploring relationships, much like what we have together.”

“We don’t have shit,” Vaquel snapped. She looked around for a weapon. There was the sex toy locker. One of the dildoes was made of smooth stone. That might work as a club.

“I disagree,” Kanae, the being posing as Kanae, said. “The memories might be implanted but our relationship is based on our emotional connection. I enjoyed our sex as well as our exploration of the galaxy. You and I have a lot in common as explorers and we make quite a team. We make an even better pair of lovers.”

“Really?” Vaquel said. “No, wait. Shut up. Sex is good but lovers don’t implant memories in each other. Fuck, how long have you been here? And what did you do to Chairbot?”

“I was unable to affect his memories,” Kanae said. “He comes from a unique species of robots. Did you know that he can repair himself at the molecular level? There was a debate among my people to study him but you narrowly won out as more interesting.”

“Thanks,” Vaquel said as she leapt for the sex toy box. She flipped it open and grabbed the stone dildo. Now armed, she spun around to face the intruder on her ship.

Kanae was gone. So was the Survey Crystal. The cabin was a lot more spacious without a giant alien crystal dominating the place.

“Mistress, what happened?” Chairbot said. “I detect that I was incapacitated for thirty-six hours!”

“Thirty-six hours?” Vaquel whispered. It still felt like eight years to Vaquel. She remembered the first planet that her and Kanae explored together, the one with the amorous plant creature. Did that mean Vaquel was alone when she faced the cosmic entity known as Voice? What about the Zatty? Did she take all those long red cocks by herself?

“Mistress, are you okay?” Chairbot said. “Do you need me to run a medical scan on you? I think you should sit down in either case.”

“I agree,” Vaquel said and she sat down on Chairbot’s seat. The many vibrators that filled the seat buzzed to life. Vaquel cried out as Chairbot quickly brought her to orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The memories of Kanae were already fading. The bliss of her orgasm washed them away. Vaquel knew that a few more orgasms might wipe all traces of the false orgasms.

Vaquel wondered how her hair would look in a bouffant.

Feb 072018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “Queen’s Superior Stamina” by Royal Astronomers. There are a measly two planets here. One is so close to the sun that my probes relay minimum information before melting. The second is a radioactive wasteland with no signs of life.

I believe the second planet has suffered a nuclear extinction event. There are signs of industrialization and former population centers in the blast craters. They may have been destroyed by outside forces or as is more common, they destroyed themselves. I won’t know until I land.

Fortunately, a lull in one of the many super-storms that wrecks the planet has revealed an intact bunker. The bunker is buried deep inside a mountain in the southern hemisphere. I believe I can reach the bunker through one of the side tunnels. Any records that have survived will help in determining whether this planet is worth the Queen’s attention. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I miss cock. Cock is great. I really could do with some cock.

Vaquel Di approached the bunker door cautiously. Two turrets holding unknown weaponry pointed down the tunnel towards her. She walked from side to side but the turrets didn’t move to track her movements. That might be dead.

Why take the chance? She should shoot the turrets. Then again, if there were people inside the bunker, they might object to blowing up their weapons.

The turrets didn’t move as Vaquel walked up to the bunker door. She stepped inside their firing arc and relaxed. It was nice to not have to worry about the turrets but it didn’t bode well for whether or not anyone was inside.

She examined the door. It was built for someone her size or a little bit bigger. There was a large wheel that served as a locking mechanism. She turned the wheel and surprised to see it turn freely.

The door opened. An unlocked door in a radioactive wasteland? Again, not a good sign for life.

A large airlock was inside. The lights were on. Pictogram instructions explained that people were to enter, close the door, wait to be identified as the radiation was cleansed, and then proceed through the other door.

“This should be good,” Vaquel said. She closed the outer bunker door and waited.

The bright light changed to a dull green. There was a humming sound. Vaquel checked her radiation counter on her wrist and sure enough, the radiation levels were dropping. Some things still worked.

Vaquel wondered if someone were trying to identify her. What would they make of the purple spacesuit that clung to her ample curves? Were they even a species that understood the large breasts and plump ass she possessed? Did they think the skin they could see through her bubble glassteel helmet was a pretty shade of brown? Was her short pink hair cute?

“Hello?” she asked.

A speaker crackled to life. It spoke in a bastard dialect of Ebrima. Vaquel missed the first part of what was said but caught the rest of it.

“. . .emergency protocol directive. Access granted to any survivors. Please proceed and may Gorth protect you.”

The green light changed to white. The door leading deeper into the bunker clicked and swung open. Another tunnel stretched before Vaquel.

It looked safe. Vaquel smirked. Traps always look safe.

She took out her plasma pistol and set it to Immolate. Pistol in hand, she slowly walked down the tunnel, sticking to the side. Her foot steps echoed down the tunnel. After a long tense walk, Vaquel reached another door. This one opened as she approached it.

There was a large room that comprised three different levels. Doors and hallways leading out surrounded the room. Control panels and seats filled most of the space. There was a giant video screen that was currently displaying static. It looked like it used to be a command center.

That was might have been its former purpose but now it served as a morgue. Corpses of an unknown species littered the place. They were slung over control panels, dead in their chairs or splattered across the floor.

Vaquel approached a body that was mostly intact. It was humanoid, slightly shorter than her. It had the same shade of brown skin as herself. Three eyes stared out in shock while a long tongue lolled from its mouth. Cause of death appeared to be from the row of cauterized holes that perforated its chest.

Laser fire? These people died in battle. Whomever killed them must have left the bunker unlocked. No sense locking up the dead.

Among the carnage was an anomaly. One of the corpses was laid out on a stretcher. He was clearly a male with an impressive organ lurking beneath his tight blue briefs. One arm was completely robotic with several weapons welded on. The other arm was organic but studded with various pieces of equipment. Both legs were armored and Vaquel wasn’t sure if they were clothes or bolted onto the legs themselves. The chest was bare except for a large cable that was plugged into a port on his pectoral muscles. The cable led to a nearby console that was displaying a constant stream of numbers.

It was the face that drew Vaquel’s attention. Metal covered the top half, obscuring everything above the nose. A full quarter of the man’s head was missing and in its place, was a crater of fused metal. The mouth pulled back into a rictus against gleaming metal teeth.

“Are you alive?” Vaquel asked. She poked the flesh on the less-robotic arm. It felt warm.

She looked at the missing part of the man’s head. “I don’t know anything about your species but that can’t be good. If you are alive, I doubt you have a pilot in your cockpit.”

One of the speakers in the room came to alive. “Voices detected. Standby for message from Director Inogue.”

The static on the giant monitor disappeared. In its place was a recording of a brown alien sitting in this very room. All three eyes looked exhausted. A nasty wound was leaking blood on his dirty blue uniform. Corpses were strewn all over the place.

“My name is Director Inogue. I am the last survivor of Fortress Dawn. I was also the chief researcher on the Fire Warrior program and may Gorth have mercy on my soul.”

Vaquel looked at the bodies around her. There, sitting right next to the cyborg on the stretcher as the corpse of the Director. He must have perished from his wound.

“Sensors have recorded three separate detonation events. The Union of Fernas is gone. The Federation of Strange is no more. The Poov Corporation has been eradicated. Weather patterns have already changed dramatically. Fallout covers almost the entire world. Species failure is certain. We have failed as custodians of the planet.

I doubt any Gorthin will ever hear these words. Perhaps some explorer from another world will come across this bunker and wonder what happened. Will these future visitors look upon the devastation and mourn for us? Or will they curse us for throwing away the gift of life in the pursuit of war?

Perhaps our demise will be a lesson for other species? They can see the terrible destruction and-“

“Yeah, I’m bored,” Vaquel said. “End recording!” she shouted but the message kept playing.

“If you are an alien and you are listening,” the Director continued, “perhaps I can explain it best by an old fable of our kind called the Sand Weasel and the Blood Shark. One day, the Sand Weasel needed to get across the ocean-“

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She tuned the Director out and went back to examining the cyborg. Specifically, she was interested in the alien’s cock. She pulled at the waistband of the cyborg’s tights and pulled down.

A magnificent brown cock was revealed. It was long and thick with three ridges that ran from the base of the member up to the triangular tip. Three hairless balls sat in separate sacks. Even limp, it looked impressive.

Vaquel sighed. It was a lovely cock. Those ridges were interesting. She imagined how that would feel inside her.

“And then the Blood Shark said he needed to make a quick detour between the crashing rocks. The Sand Weasel didn’t like this idea but the terms of the contract were clear on detours and he knew that he didn’t have standing to dispute the-“

Vaquel placed her hand on the cock. It was warm like the rest of the cyborg. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.

The cock pulsed in her hand.

Vaquel dropped the cock and looked at the cyborg’s face. The same rictus grin was on its face.

“Just an automatic response,” Vaquel said. “The thing is most likely brain dead.”

She grabbed the cock again. A squeeze and a tug made it pulse again.

“With all of these cybernetic bits, he’s more a robot than a living being,” Vaquel told herself.

She kept stroking the cyborg’s cock. It pulsed and hardened in her hand. Stroke by stroke, the cock grew. The ridges stayed soft as the member turned rigid.

“But then the Sand Weasel reminded the Blood Shark of its poor mother who needed the nuts that the Sand Weasel was bringing. That convinced the Blood Shark to spare the life of the Ice Eel-“

“Just a lick,” Vaquel said to herself. “So I can remember what it tastes like when I masturbate later.”

The space explorer touched a button on her collar. There was a hiss of air as the bubble helmet she wore came loose. She took it off and set it on the console nearby. The numbers on the console were streaming faster but Vaquel didn’t notice.

Vaquel’s mouth was water. She bent over the stretcher and took the cyborg’s cock in hand. It pulsed in her hand. She stretched out her tongue took a long lingering lick of his member.

It tasted dusty. Vaquel snorted and spit out. Of course it was dusty. The poor thing had been here awhile.

She spat a few times on the cock and rubbed it. Her gloved hand wiped the dust from the cyborg’s skin. She kept spitting and rubbing until it was coated in her saliva.

“The Night Whale refused to let the Sand Weasel and the Blood shark pass. The three were at an impasse. The travelers worried that their long journey was all for nothing. They told the Night Whale about everything they had been through, starting with those first contract negotiations-“

Vaquel took another lick. This time she tasted flesh and spit. It was a little sweet. She took another lick and then another, relishing the flavor.

The ridges on the cock fluttered. It vibrated against Vaquel’s tongue and then stopped. She kept her tongue pressed against the ridge until it fluttered again. It was a lovely sensation.

“Okay, now I have to ride it,” Vaquel said. “Such a unique cock would be of interest to the Queen and the Royal Navy. The race may be dead but maybe the genetics could be harvested. Yes, I must get this hard, ridged, vibrating cock inside me for the glory of the Queen!”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A slit appeared in the crotch of her purple spacesuit. The slit opened to reveal a thick pubic bush of pink hair. The hair was damp and had been since she took her first lick.

“The Sand Wesel offered to bring the Night Whale news of the other side. The Night Whale refused. The Blood Shark offered to tell the Night Whale of a good hunting sight for fish. The Night Whale refused. The Sand Weasel then offered-“

Vaquel climbed onto the stretcher. She swung a leg over the cyborg’s crotch and planted her feet to either side. Holding the hard member, she pointed it up to her sex as she squatted downwards.

The triangular tip pushed into Vaquel’s pussy lips. As the nimble explorer lowered herself, the long cock slowly impaled her. The ridges rubbed against the walls of her sex, fluttering from time to time as Vaquel sank deeper.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. It was big. It was unforgivably hard. It was almost too much.

It was perfect.

Vaquel leaned back and braced her hands on the cyborg’s legs. Up and down she moved on the hard cock. The muscles along her legs flexed and clenched against her skintight purple spacesuit.

“-and then the Sand Weasel jumped down the throat of the Night Whale. It clawed and scratched its way along the way, inflicting terrible wounds inside the Night Whale. Meanwhile, the Sand Shark was tearing away at the Night Whale’s tail but the Night Whale smashed him against a reef, breaking the Sand shark’s back.”

“What?” Vaquel said. The fable had turned violent. Maybe it would have been worth listening to after all.

Nah, nothing was more important than this nice cock inside Vaquel. Her hips swiveled with the cyborg’s member still in her pussy. The cock was more flexible than expected and stayed within her.

“Fuck,” Vaquel said. She humped the cyborg’s cock faster. Her arms trembled as she stayed in the position. It wasn’t the most convenient position but that was why Vaquel chose it. If her partner was going to be half-dead, it was up to her to work up the sweat for a good hard orgasm.

The stretcher creaked as Vaquel fucked the cyborg. The numbers on the console monitor raced by. Drool leaked from the open smile of the cyborg but Vaquel was too busy staring up at the ceiling in bliss.

“The Sand Weasel tore out the Night Whale’s heart but the Night Whale’s death spasms crushed the Sand Weasel. The Night Whale fell on top of the crippled Blood shark who couldn’t escape. Pinned, the Blood shark drowned in its own blood.

That is what happened to our planet. The three major powers were unable to work together. We had an arms race that consumed our economies. We developed bio weapons, nuclear weapons and worse. For my sins, I created the Flame Warriors, cyborg soldiers who accounted for eighty percent of all casualties in combat.”

“That’s you, cock-meat,” Vaquel said to the cyborg. She shifted position to give her calves a break. Her knees settled on the stretcher as she sat up on the cyborg’s cock. She rested her ass on the cyborg’s crotch while her hands went to the alien’s chest. Her hips shifted back and forth, grinding the ridged cock deep within her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel groaned. “Too bad your brain is missing. I bet you would like this.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A seam appeared between her breasts. She pulled the purple spacesuit apart and out flopped her beautiful brown breasts. Reaching down, she grabbed the cyborg’s more organic hand and pressed it to one of her breasts. The fingers were limp but they were warm and felt good against her sensitive nipple.

“Most of the Flame Warriors perished in the nuclear holocaust. The Poov Corporation added an unknown element to their warheads that was fatal to the cyborgs. This bunker had a damaged Flame Warrior that has not been exposed to the radiation. It recovered and perhaps due to its severe head trauma, it didn’t recognize us as allied forces. It slaughtered everyone here until I was able to shout the auto-repair command to it.”

“Aww, not only are you hot, but you massacred this bunker,” Vaquel said. “Good job you little killing machine.”

“Once deactivated, I plugged it into a console which is running a lopping diagnostic program. The bunker’s reactor shouldn’t fail for another few centuries so the console should keep it sedated. If the Flame Warrior is still inactive when you come here, be sure to destroy it!”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel answered. She grinded harder on the cyborg’s crotch. She was close. This orgasm was going to be incredible.

“Be aware that the only thing that will disrupt the diagnostic program is if the Flame Warrior becomes sexually stimulated. We wired a lot of the martial instincts through the sex drive in order to achieve the overwhelming viciousness required for war. Any kind of stimulation will bypass the diagnostics and engage the Flame Warrior’s kill drive.”

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as she climaxed. Pleasure exploded through her body and sent her into a shuddering spasm. The thick cock fluttered as she came, extending her orgasm to new lengths.

“Wait, what was that last part he said?” Vaquel said.

The cyborg’s hand closed around Vaquel’s breast. The hips surged up and lifted Vaquel into the air. A loud hiss came from clenched teeth of the grinning mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel whispered.

The Flame Warrior sat up. The machine arm wrapped around Vaquel’s waist. The cyborg spun around on the stretcher, carrying Vaquel on its cock as it hopped off the stretcher. It stood up, still balls deep inside her. There was a hissing sound and the cable popped free from the port in his chest.

The metal arm grew warm against Vaquel’s back. A beam projected from the metal mask and scanned Vaquel’s face. An attachment on the cyborg’s shoulder swiveled and pointed a small barrel at her chest.

“Wait!” Vaquel yelled. “I’m not your enemy!”

The Flame Warrior hissed. Was he even capable of speaking with his teeth perpetually bared like that?

Vaquel had an inspiration. She clenched as hard as she could around the hard cock inside her. She rubbed the cyborg’s organic hand across both of her tits. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked obscenely at the cyborg.

The Flame Warrior froze. His cock pulsed inside her. The ridges fluttered.

The cyborg began to pump his hips. He grabbed her plump brown breast and squeezed. His metal arm was tight around her as he fucked the space explorer.

“There you go,” Vaquel moaned. “You want to kill but you like fucking too. I can sympathize.”

The Flame Warrior’s hips accelerated. Back and forth they pumped, slamming his thick cook deep inside Vaquel. The sound of motors filled the room, seconded by the sound of a wet pussy getting thoroughly fucked.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. Her sex was getting pummeled. It felt awesome but it was bruising the fuck out of her pelvis.

The Flame Warrior hissed and Vaquel felt a surge of hot seed fill her sex. The additional sensation pushed her over the edge and she climaxed again. She hung onto the cyborg as they both came.

The fucking continued. The cyborg didn’t even pause. It just kept pumping away at her exhausted sex.

“The Flame Warrior is the worse crime we could have committed,” the director continued. “Instead of eliminating emotions, we encouraged the cyborg’s worse instincts. We gave them an endorphin boost for every kill. Firing its weapons got them hard. Consecutive kills gave them an orgasm. We tinkered with their bodies so that they had near-infinite stamina for sex.”

“Now you tell me!” Vaquel yelled. This was a problem. She liked sex but she couldn’t take much more. Her thighs were already doing numb from the constant collision of crotches. She had to do something and do it now.

As the cyborg kept fucking her, Vaquel took popped an explosive marble from her belt pouch. She was going to jam it in the cyborg’s mouth but his clenched teeth never opened. The only other option was an open cable port on his chest. She gave the marble a quick squeeze and pushed it into the port.

BOOM! The marble exploded inside the Flame Warrior’s chest. The metal buckled but remained while. Smoke rose from the port.

The Flame Warrior stopped thrusting. The arms went limp. Multiple lights flashed along the cyborg’s neck and there was the distressing sound of machinery grinding.

Vaquel pulled herself off the cyborg’s cock. She dismounted and fell to the floor. Her crotch ached as she stood up but at least she was free. One button press and her suit sealed back up again at her sex and breasts. She grabbed her bubble helmet and slapped it back on.

“Sssssss,” hissed the Flame Warrior. It stood up straight and pointed its metal arm at Vaquel. The tip of the weapon glowed red.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled as she dived behind a console. The sound of a laser scorched the air and the floor where Vaquel had been standing caught fire.

“You assholes recover quick,” Vaquel said. She grabbed her plasma pistol and set it to “Queen’s Wrath.” Crouching behind the console, she took aim and fired.

A glowing ball of plasma shot through the air and landed perfectly on the Flame Warrior’s chest. Fire engulfed the cyborg. He stood there burning but didn’t fall down.

The Flame Warrior fired again. A laser punched through the console Vaquel was hiding and scorched her elbow. Pain shot up her arm.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel screamed. It took a plasma shot straight to the chest and it is still functioning? No wonder this planet had an extinction even!

Vaquel ran for the airlock. She fired another shot from her plasma pistol and watched the door melt into goo. There, that is how you should properly respond to a plasma hit!

The sound of running metal followed Vaquel and so did the smell of burning flesh. Another laser fired as Vaquel dived through the door.

She was back in the airlock chamber. Her plasma pistol needed to recharge. Terror gripped her until she remembered that the door leading out was unlocked. She rushed to it and pulled it open. Alarms sounded as the chamber was filled with radiation.

The long tunnel back to the surface stretched ahead of her. Fuck. It was a long way back to her ship.

A laser shot seared the door. Vaquel ducked into a roll. The Flame Warrior was inside the airlock chamber. Parts of the cyborg was still on fire. The flesh had melted away to show a robust metal skeleton.

Vaquel checked her plasma pistol. It still needed to recharge. She could use her laser but she doubted it would do anything. Hand to hand? That was suicide.
The Flame Warrior ran towards her. Its cock was on fire. How was it still attached? What was that cock made of?

The cyborg stumbled and fell on the ground. Sparks arced from the weapons arm. It tried to stand back up but collapsed.

Vaquel kept her distance. The cyborg was prone and on fire, but she wasn’t taking any chances. What happened? Did it finally collapse from the explosive she pushed in?

“Wait, didn’t that guy say something about the radiation?” Vaquel asked out loud. She couldn’t quite remember. The guy said a lot of stuff and she wasn’t listening. Maybe historians from the Royal Navy will come by and get the details but as far as Vaquel was concerned, this planet had nothing left to offer.

She had fucked the last cock here. It was time to go.