May 062020

Explorer’s Log: I am on day nine of my fifty-one day journey to the star system designated “The Queen’s Bottomless Throat,” by Royal Astronomers. Space traffic has been heavy with convoys transporting goods. There have been no signs of military ships so piracy must not be a problem. These people will be easy pickings for the Queen’s invasion force.

Because I have met two champions, I have become a sort of celebrity. Transport ships are frequently hailing me to interview me about my encounters. The first two times I answered their questions were fun but the novelty has worn off. They are not interested in me at all, they just want to hear about their beloved champions. I tried stripping and masturbating as I talked, but the aliens still wanted to talk about the champions. I have stopped responding to interview requests.

End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: It has been nine days since I masturbated Wizide’s glorious pussies, and my hands still stink. The musk these alien produce might outlive me.

Vaquel Di stood in the shower. Six nozzles sprayed hot water at her naked brown body. The torrent of water flattened the short pink hair on her head and smoothed the fuzzy pink hair on her pussy. The nozzle turned slowly, directing the powerful streams in sensuous patterns against her body.

As the water soaked Vaquel’s body, the explorer looked at the warning label of the solar sail cleaner. The bottle strictly warned the user to only apply the cleaner to energy cells in order to destroy stubborn particle build-up, but it didn’t say anything about what the consequences might be if used on flesh. Vaquel had analyzed the chemicals and didn’t think any of them were harmful, but she wasn’t entirely sure it was safe.

What Vaquel was sure of was that her hands stunk like alien pussy and she was willing to risk a little epidermal damage to get rid of it.

Vaquel squirted the bottle onto her hands. Yellow foam bubbled around her fingers. There was a tingling sensation that was quite pleasant. Vaquel rubbed her hands together until foam dripped form her hands.

“Doesn’t feel like it is eating my skin,” Vaquel said.

A drop of foam landed on her breast. The tingling sensation felt nice as the foam slid down her breast. It narrowly missed her nipple.

Vaquel thought about pressing some foam to her tits. She also considered rubbing it down to her thighs. The thought of the tingling foam on her pussy lips made he clench.

“I really shouldn’t,” Vaquel said. “I should just keep it on my hands and then after I get out of the shower, check myself with the medical scanner.”

The tingling increased. Vaquel thought about the champion of Music, Wizide, and her magnificent body. She reminisced about Wizide’s muscular gray buttocks. The hot water reminded Vaquel of the heat inside Wizide’s twin pussies. Vaquel began to hum the music Wizide played as she brought Vaquel to multiple orgasms.

Vaquel’s resistance melted. She brought her hands to her large brown tits. The tingling foam clung to her round orbs. Both nipples turned as hard as glassteel.

“Mistress! Get out here quick! We are under attack!”

It was Chairbot, Vaquel’s loyal, and often jealous robot and sextoy. Vaquel opened the latch to the hygiene pod and stepped out. Water and foam dripped from her naked body.

“Who’s attacking us? Is it a ship? Or a space creature?” Vaquel yelled.

“Neither, Mistress!” Chairbot rolled towards Vaquel and halted two meters away. His seat tilted down towards the floor.

“Then what the fuck are you-, Queen’s tit!” Vaquel shouted.

The floor rippled. It bubbled and twisted. The air shimmered. Something brown grew larger and larger.

“Fucking Jonner,” Vaquel said. They were interdimensional pests that were common in this section of space. Vaquel had fought a few hundred of them in the last system she was in. According to Wizide, you needed to kill them quick before they established a home and brought more of them in.

Vaquel stepped around the shimmering floor and went to the weapons locker. The last Jonner she fought was covered in hard shells and were tough to kill. Unfortunately, the best weapons Vaquel had could also wreck the ship if she missed. She skipped over the heavier weapons and almost reached for the power blade when she realized her hands were still covered in tingling foam. Vaquel shook her hands to try to get the foam off. Most of it fell but her hands were still coated in the slippery gel.

“It’s coming through, Mistress!” Chairbot yelled. The purple robot rolled back and forth in a panic.

Vaquel growled and grabbed the power blade. It would require her to get in close but the energized blade could cut through anything. She almost dropped it when she picked it up but she managed to hold onto it.

The brown shape was huddled on the floor but it was getting bigger. It looked like a squatting humanoid. Features became more distinct as it entered Vaquel’s reality. Pink hair crowned the head. Muscles rippled under dark brown skin. The thing lifted its head and opened glowing pink eyes. A handsome mouth opened to reveal a long white tongue.

“Mistress, it looks like one of your people!” Chairbot said.

The robot was right. The Jonner stood up and a large brown phallus hung from its legs. A thick mass of pink pubic hair framed his swinging balls Exquisitely muscular buttocks flex as it stretched.

Vaquel understood what was happening. Wizide said that Jonner took on the characteristics of nearby life. It must have sampled her Euphorian genes to create this form.

The floor solidified. The air ceased to shimmer. The Jonner stretched its arms and uncurled his fingers. He was completely in this plane of existence. The time to kill it was now.

Vaquel stood where she was and licked her lips. That was a nice-looking cock.

Angry buzzing noises came from the Jonner’s mouth. It lashed out backwards with its leg and kicked Chairbot. The purple robot flew down the length of the corridor and bounced off the door to the Navigation Bay. It landed seat down on the ground.

The Jonner rushed Vaquel. She reflexively brought her power blade up and flipped the switch. As the blade activated, the Jonner grabbed the wrist holding the blade with one hand and her throat with the other. With incredible strength, it pinned her to the corridor wall.

Glowing pink eyes pulsed in its skull. The white tongue whipped the air. The remarkably handsome face contorted in malice.

Vaquel struggled to breathe. She tried to move her hand but the Jonner was too strong. With her free hand, she pushed against the creature’s broad chest. The tingling foam made everything slippery but she could feel the hard muscles under her touch.

A surge of desire went to Vaquel’s pussy. It had been over teen years since she had seen another Euphorian male, much less touch one. Technically the Jonner wasn’t a real Euphorian but damn, he was close enough.

The Jonner buzzed louder. The hand around Vaquel’s throat clenched tighter.

Vaquel slid her hand down the Jonner’s firm chest. A tiny trail of foam was left behind. Her fingertips grazed his prickly pubic bush. When she reached his cock, her fingers wrapped tight around it. The thick member pulsed on her hand.

The buzzing subsided. A flush came over the Jonner’s cheeks. The hand around her throat loosened slightly, but not the hand pinning her wrist.

“Oh, you can feel that tingling too?” Vaquel said. “I guess your body is primarily Euphorian in nature.”

She gave the creature a slow tug on its cock. The Jonner shuddered. The monstrous face looked confused.

“Euphorians have a few unique features you might not be aware of,” Vaquel said. She gave the monster’s cock another tug.

The Jonner shuddered again. His eyes were drawn to Vaquel’s large breasts for reasons it didn’t understand.

“We Euphorians possess a high immunity to bacterial and viral infections,” Vaquel said. She stroked the Jonner’s cock with patient slowness. “We also have a slower loss of dermal elasticity compared to most species. More importantly, Euphorians are one of the most sensual species in the known galaxy.”

The Jonner tore its eyes from Vaquel’s breasts and looked at her face. The white tongue undulated as she stroked its cock. The glowing pink eyes began to close.

“I know Jonners like to invade and dominate our reality,” Vaquel said. “But I think I can show you other things to do with your fine body.”

Vaquel turned off her power blade and let it drop from her soapy hand. With the threat of her weapon removed, Vaquel pulled gently on her pinned wrist. The Jonner let her hand slip free. She reached down and cupped the Jonner’s balls with her foam-covered hand.

The Jonner stood up straight. The white tongue stuck straight out and shook. The hand around Vaquel’s throat relaxed ever so slightly.

“See? Isn’t this better than fighting?” Vaquel asked.

The Jonner responded with a low droning buzz. It kept staring at her breasts.

“Do they have tits where you come from?” Vaquel asked. “Here, give it a feel.”

Vaquel let go of the Jonner’s balls and grabbed its hanging wrist. She guided his hand to one of her large brown breasts. Pressing the hand to her tit, Vaquel leaned into his palm.

The Jonner squeezed Vaquel’s tit. Strong fingers sunk into her abundant flesh. As the Jonner squeezed, his cock pulsed harder in Vaquel’s hand.

“There you go,” Vaquel whispered. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

The Jonner buzzed. It let go of Vaquel’s neck and his hand moved down to her chest.

“No, keep that there,” Vaquel said, guiding the Jonner’s hand back to her throat.

The Jonner grabbed Vaquel’s neck again. Vaquel sighed as the strong fingers cinched around her throat. Her back arched and she pushed her tits into the Jonner’s grasping hand.

Vaquel gripped the Jonner’s cock with both hands. There was plenty of his member to hold onto. Her slick fingers slid back and forth. The tingling foam made soft squishy noises.

The buzzing grew louder. Pink eyes clamped shut as the white tongue lashed the air. The strong hand twisted Vaquel’s breast in ecstasy.

“Ow, ow, maybe not quite so hard,” Vaquel said, pulling the Jonner’s hand from her breast.

The Jonner opened its eyes. The mouth buzzed quizzically at her.

Vaquel placed the Jonner’s hand on her other breast, but she guided his hand to slide over her breast instead of grabbing it. She pulled his hand back and forth across her breasts. When she let go of his hand, the Jonner continued to move his hand over her brown mountains.

“There you go, we’ll teach you yet,” she said.

The Jonner paused at one of her nipples. It detected the stiffness of her sensitive nub. The palm pressed down and rubbed back and forth.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel groaned. “Damn, you should see how wet I am.”

Vaquel tightened her grip on the Jonner’s cock and pulled. The hybrid creature took a step forward. Vaquel leaned her hips forward. The tip of the cock grazed her pubic hair. She kept pulling until the head of the phallus rubbed against her slick pussy lips.

The Jonner’s glowing pink eyes grew larger. It let go of her throat and pussy and reached for Vaquel’s sex. Exploring fingers found her sex lips and slipped inside.

Vaquel shuddered. “Oh, you like that? Do they have pussies where you come from?”

The Jonner stepped closer. Vaquel guided its cock into her sex. The Jonner held her sex lips open as its phallus slipped inside of her.

The cock was covered in foam. Vaquel’s pussy began to tingle immediately. The thick member slipped halfway inside her.

Vaquel moaned as the Jonner buzzed.

The Jonner reached down and grabbed one of Vaquel’s legs. It lifted Vaquel’s leg to open her sex wider. The hips shifted and all of the Jonner’s phallus disappeared inside of her.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. The Jonner pinned her to the wall of her ship with the weight of its body. Her large tits were flattened by the creature’s broad chest. The long white tongue flickered over her ear. The masculine smell of the creature washed over her.

The Jonner’s cock pulsed deep inside of Vaquel. The tingling intensified. She waited for the creature to fuck but nothing happened.

“I thought instinct would have kicked in here but I guess you guys don’t have much of that,” Vaquel said. “Let’s see if you can learn from example.”

Vaquel shifted her hips. She wrapped her arms around the creature and dug her fingernails into the strong back. Standing on one leg, she did her best to hump the Jonner’s cock.

The Jonner buzzed loudly into her ear. The white tongue flailed against the side of her head. Moments later, the creature’s hips moved. It rolled with Vaquel’s hips, joining her in the motion of fucking.

“There you go,” Vaquel groaned. Slow deep thrusts pushed inside of her.

“Mistress! My power has reconnected!” Chairbot yelled. “I will rescue you from our invader!”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Vaquel yelled.

Chairbot rolled towards them at a rapid speed. Without looking back, the Jonner kicked behind him. This time, Chairbot swerved to the side and rammed the Jonner’s other leg.

The Jonner froze in mid-thrust. The thick cock pulsed inside Vaquel. The buzzing came to a stop. It looked down at the purple robot beside its leg. Slowly, it began to pull out of Vaquel.

“Oh, fuck no,” Vaquel said, holding onto the Jonner. “Chairbot, shut yourself down for an hour! Right now!”

“But Mistress!” Chairbot said. He rolled back a few decimeters and rammed the Jonner’s leg again.

“RIGHT NOW!” Vaquel yelled.

Chairbot whined briefly before his speaker lost power. One by one, the lights faded on the purple robot.

“Now you, get back to fucking me,” Vaquel said.

The Jonner buzzed and thrusted inside of Vaquel. The sudden plunge made her gasp. The Jonner smiled, which was especially weird looking with that long white tongue.

“You like it hard?” Vaquel said. “That’s the Euphorian in you. Go ahead, go as hard as you like. I can take it.”

The Jonner buzzed and slammed into Vaquel. Its hips rocked back and forth like a machine. The thick phallus rammed her tingling pussy.

Vaquel cried out. Did the Jonner understand her? Was it smarter than she gave it credit for? Could it figure out how to use tools or the ship?

The hard cock pounded Vaquel’s pussy. She looked into the Jonner’s glowing pink eyes and grinning mouth. No, she didn’t think it understood her. Most likely, the Jonner was just doing what any hard Euphorian would do inside of her.

The sound of hard fucking filled the probe ship. Each thrust slammed Vaquel into the wall. Her ass was starting to hurt as well as her back.

The pain was outmatched by the pleasure in her pussy. The tingling from the foam was starting to fade but the thick cock more than made up for it. Her hard nipples rubbed against the even harder chest of the Jonner.

Pleasure shot through her body. “Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she climaxed.

The Jonner titled its head and looked at her. Did it understand orgasms? Probably not.

It kept fucking Vaquel.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again. She dug her fingernails deeper into the back of the Jonner.

The Jonner pulled out of Vaquel. The sudden absence of its cock made Vaquel feel empty.

“What are you doing? Whoa!” Vaquel cried out.

The Jonner spun Vaquel around and she faced Chairbot’s inert body. A hard shove from behind forced her over the robot’s back. A hard cock pressed against her pussy and then pushed deep inside of her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. The Jonner was deeper than he was before. She hadn’t expected him to innovate a new sex position. How much of it was his natural Euphorian instincts and how much of it was creativity on his part?

The Jonner resumed fucking her. Heavy balls slapped against her thighs. Strong hands grabbed her hips and pinned her in place.

Vaquel hung limply over the back of Chairbot. The pummeling of her pussy took her breath away. She grabbed Chairbot’s arms for support but she was too weak to lift herself up.

The Jonner grabbed Vaquel by the hair. Using one hand, it lifted her head up. It continued to fuck her, steadily gaining speed as well as force.

A giggle escaped Vaquel’s lips. The need to dominate or submit during sex was very familiar to her. This was definitely the Euphorian side of the Jonner coming through.

The Jonner slammed into her. It fucked with a furious desperation. The buzzing frequently turned into breathless grunts before resuming again.

“There you go,” Vaquel groaned. “Fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck me like a Euphorian! Fuck me like a man!”

The Jonner growled. It placed one hand on Vaquel’s ass to keep her in place. The thick cock pounded Vaquel into Chairbot’s deactivated body. The force of his thrusts bruised the back of Vaquel’s thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. Her tits swung wildly as she was fucked. The pulling of her hair helped speed her onto another orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The Jonner grabbed a handful of Vaquel’s ass and squeezed. Sharp nails dug into her round bottom.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again.

The buzzing sound returned. It dropped several octaves and became a low drone. The deeper the buzzing dropped, the harder the Jonner slammed into her wet pussy.

Vaquel came again. She was too lost in the moment to shout her thanks to Queen Erishella. She was nothing more than a sheath for the Jonner’s cock.

The buzzing shifted to a wild spray of strangled notes. A moment later, the Jonner’s cock released a load of seed into Vaquel’s sex. The Jonner froze as his cock pumped multiple loads into her.

The fucking had stopped. Vaquel slowly came back to her body. She playfully clenched around the thick member already starting to wilt inside her.

An almost Euphorian squeal came from the Jonner’s mouth. It pulled out of Vaquel in a hurry and clutched its sensitive phallus with hands. A little unsteady, it leaned hard on the nearest wall.

Vaquel laughed. “Sorry about that,” she said. “They get a bit sensitive after coming. Don’t worry. It will get better and then we can go again.

Vaquel stood up from the back of Chairbot. Her own legs were bit shaky as well, but this wasn’t Vaquel’s first hard fuck. She braced her feet and stretched her back. Seed dripped from her pussy lips.

The Jonner looked at her. The handsome face changed from blissful relaxation to a determined focus. The glowing pink eyes narrowed. It stood up and slowly clenched and unclenched its hands.

“No, no, no,” Vaquel said. “There is no need to go back to fighting. You are all alone here. There is plenty of time to do whatever it is you guys do when you invade places. Don’t you want to fuck some more? I can teach you how to eat pussy.”

The Jonner buzzed. There was a low menace to the sound. It squared its shoulders and took a step towards Vaquel.

“Fine, we can start with a blowjob,” Vaquel said. “You’ll like that, I promise.”

The Jonner lunged at Vaquel. She ducked and this time, she was quicker than the Jonner. Fucking had slowed it down a bit. She dropped to the ground and dived for the power blade.

Vaquel’s fingertips brushed the power blade’s hilt. She tried to pull it her but the yellow foam was still there. Her fingers slid off the slick foam.

The Jonner grabbed Vaquel by her hair. The tender scalp flared with fresh pain as the Jonner pulled Vaquel to her feet. The other hand grabbed Vaquel’s throat and resumed choking her.

“Your choice, idiot,” Vaquel grunted.

Vaquel brought her knee up into the Jonner’s crotch. The glow of the pink eyes flickered. The white tongue extended into a stiff rod. Both hands released Vaquel as the Jonner sunk to his knees.

“Cocks are great until someone kicks one,” Vaquel said. She calmly walked over to her fallen weapon and picked it up. As the Jonner buzzed weakly, Vaquel shook the last of the foam from the hilt and turned it on. A red energy field emerged to form a blade.

The Jonner sensed danger. It tried to stand but its legs didn’t cooperate.

“Here is one last lesson about Euphorians,” Vaquel said. “We really resent it when people we fuck try to kill us.”

Vaquel plunged the power blade into the Jonner’s forehead. The glow vanished from the pink eyes and the white tongue went limp. When she pulled the blade out, the rest of the Jonner went limp as well.

More seed dripped from Vaquel’s pussy. She turned the blade off and pressed a hand to her sex. Did that Jonner infect her? She didn’t have a good grasp on how an interdimensional pest created more links its home dimension. Was she going to have more half-Euphorians to deal with in a week’s time?

Vaquel smiled. If they turned out to be as hung as this one, Vaquel was willing them give them another chance.

Apr 012020

Explorer’s Log: I am on my second day of surveying the star system designated “All of the Friends You Would Betray for Your Queen,” by Royal Astronomers. Representatives of the Interplanetary Championship Alliance have been very cooperative in allowing me to scan the eight planets here. Two of the planets are gas giants and currently being mined for precious elements. The other planets are fully inhabited and self-sufficient. They will make great conquests when the Royal Navy arrives.

I have received an invitation to land on the third planet from the sun. The local administrators have directed me to land in their capitol city for a diplomatic exchange. Food and entertainment have been promised. I made it clear that I will need three males and three females of the species for personal research on sexual recreation. The generous administrators have promised me they will provide a dozen partners for these experiments.

But before I do that, I plan to land first at a beach in the Northern hemisphere. Initial scans have picked up readings of rare isotopes originating from this location. There are no signs of industry there and in fact, the place appears to be deserted. Could these aliens not understand the treasure their planet has? For the glory of the Queen, I will check this area out personally. If the administrators ask why I landed on the wrong spot, I’ll blame it on a fault in my navigation computer. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: One of the minerals detected is Orgasmiam! The wonderous metal can induce an orgasm in most sentient beings by touch alone. The last time I encountered that Orgasmiam, I lost count of how many times I came in its presence. I can’t believe the locals aren’t extracting the crap out it.

Vaquel Di stood at the edge of the water. The skintight orange spacesuit clung to her curves and glowed in the fading light of the sun. The atmosphere was safe so she had left her glassteel helmet back on her ship. The wind blew through her short pink hair.

White sand surrounded Vaquel on one side, and clear blue water on the other. Red crabs scuttled around her feet. There were no buildings or signs of visitors, but there were curious dips in the ground that reminded Vaquel of craters.

Vaquel stared at the scanner in her hand. It detected large quantities of Orgasmiam. A second later, it detected no Orgasmiam but high levels of radiation. A moment later, the radiation returned to normal but now there was trace elements of chronal particles. The scanner couldn’t settle on a reading.

“Fuck, did I come all this way because of a scanner error?” Vaquel said.

There was a ripple in the sand. It was like a stone dropped on the surface of the pond, except the ripple was made of sand. It surged back and forth in imitation of the water that stopped just short of it. Most of the small red crabs skittered away from the disturbance, but a few stood where they were. The standing crabs bulged and twisted as Vaquel watched.

The scanner readings fluctuated. It detected toxic gas. The results changed to high levels of bacteria. Now it detected Ogasmiam but only a gram’s worth. The Orgasmiam vanished and now the scanner detected hardened carbon.

The hair on the back of Vaquel’s neck rose. She felt an urgent need to flee. Something weird was happening and she didn’t need to be involved.

But then again, there was that Orgasmiam reading. In a stream of random results, the Orgasmiam appeared to be the only constant, although the quantity fluctuated wildly. Was there a way to isolate and extract the rare super-metal?

Something large and red suddenly materialized on the ripple. It was hunched over and covered in red chitin the same color as the tiny crabs. Steam rose from its shell.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She holstered her scanner and pulled her laser pistol.

The figure stood from its crouch and stretched its long arms. Large pincers were at the end of each arm. Red shell covered most of its body, but the shell was twisted and warped at random places. Cracks appeared in the head as it opened glowing pink eyes. A jaw opened on its hinges to reveal an excessively long white tongue.

“Stay right there,” Vaquel said. She slowly backed away.

The large red creature emitted a low buzzing sound. It didn’t sound friendly.

Vaquel took another step back and the sand shifted under her. She nearly stumbled but quickly regained her footing. The sand she had slipped on was moving like the area the creature emerged from. She looked all around the beach to see multiple ripples in the sand.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel said. Maybe this is why the beach was deserted.

The crab humanoid lunged at her. It was quick but Vaquel was quicker. She stepped to the side and fired her laser pistol at the creature. The red beam seared a spot on the monster’s shell but otherwise had no effect.

A large red pincer swung at Vaquel’s head. The fading sun glinted on the sharp edge of the claw. Vaquel ducked the claw and lashed out with a kick. Her foot hit the monster’s leg around where a knee should be.

The creature’s leg went sideways. The creature buzzed louder, hopefully in pain.

Vaquel gave it no time to recover. She got behind the crab thing and placed the barrel of her laser pistol to the back of its head. Her thumb flicked the rapid-fire switch and she squeezed the trigger.

Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-ZAP! Eight quick laser blasts bored through the head of the creature. A red beam fired out from the monster’s nose. It fell to its knees and then face forward into the sand.

The laser pistol beeped. It needed six seconds to recharge.

Another red shape appeared in the sand. It was in the same hunched position but only for a second before it stood up. To the right of it, another creature appeared. To the left, a red monster materialized. Another appeared behind it, and then another, and then another.

Vaquel looked at her laser pistol. It was charged. If she got up close to one, she could kill it. Then all she had to do was dodge the other dozen crab monsters until it recharged again.

The air shimmered. Make that two dozen crab monsters.

Vaquel fingered her belt. She had a few explosives, a couple of toxin grenades, two vibration knives, and a garrote. Two dozen crab monsters might be doable but it wasn’t likely.

The sand rippled. The number of monsters doubled.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She activated her radio. “Chairbot, I need an immediate rescue. Fly the probe ship over here, now!”

The radio crackled with static. Vaquel frowned. It was probably a side-effect of whatever was causing these fluctuating readings.

The crab creatures advanced towards Vaquel. They stretched out their arms and clicked their pincers together. Long white tongues writhed from their mouths.

A high-pitched note rang out over the beach. It was louder than the clicking of claws. It was louder than the ocean. It was louder than the pounding of Vaquel’s heart.

The sound came from a nearby dune. A figure stood there, holding some sort of stringed instrument in their hands. Tight white material stretched across their large breasts. Rugged black material covered their long legs. Short tusks jutted from a smiling mouth. A mohawk the color of fire sat on a gray skull.

It was a Goxx woman, one of the native species for these systems. Vaquel hoped she brought something more dangerous than a musical instrument. Then again, if the crab creatures got distracted ripping the new person apart, then maybe Vaquel could make a run back to her ship.

All of the crab creatures turned to face the new person. Angry buzzing sounds came from their mouths. The Goxx woman held the note and the buzzing grew more agitated. The crab things did not like that sound.

The woman pulled one hand away from the strings on her instrument. The note stopped. She snapped her fingers three times and then returned to the strings.

An avalanche of sound came from the instrument. It was like the roar of a thousand beasts. A visible wave of distortion flew from her instrument and shattered three of the crab creatures closest to her. Their shells exploded, as well as their internal organs.

Wet heat flooded Vaquel’s pussy. The fear inside her evaporated and was replaced with an urge to scream. There was something about that sound that just hit her in the libido. Or maybe it was the way the Goxx woman’s hips moved as she played her instrument. Vaquel would figure it out when she eats the woman out.

The crab creatures surged towards the musician. The sand rippled as more of their kind appeared. A hundred claws clacked together.

The Goxx woman kept playing. A dizzying scale of sound came from her instrument. How could so much noise come from such a simple looking device? It had the volume of a full orchestra and curiously, just as many different notes.

The sand erupted underneath the front row of crab creatures. Shimmering bolts of sound tore through multiple crab monsters. A vortex of noise crushed six crab creatures together into a small mass of pulp and shell. It was a symphony of destruction.

Each note sent a shiver to Vaquel’s pussy. Was it caused by the music or was Vaquel just naturally admiring the masterful way the musician slaughtered her enemies? She wasn’t sure, but she knew that she had to get closer to this sexy alien.

Vaquel charged forward. She slapped a grenade on the back of a crab creature’s neck as she ran by it. A shower of gore exploded behind her.

Red pincers reached for Vaquel. She ducked and rolled under an out-stretched arm. When she completed her roll, she leaped to her feet and fired her laser pistol into the mouth of a buzzing crab monster. The white tongue vaporized and the crab monster twisted in pain.

Three crab monsters stood in her way. Their claws clacked with angry intent. The one on her right feinted towards Vaquel while the one on the left attacked. Sharp claws snapped centimeters away from her nipple.

Vaquel pulled a hilt from her belt and flipped the switch. A short force field emerged to form a blade. She leaped at the center monster and buried her power blade into the monster’s face. Steam shot from the cracks of the creature’s head.

A pincer grabbed Vaquel’s right arm. Another pincer grabbed her left. The two flanking crab monsters pulled her back. Her arms out-stretched, Vaquel was helpless to defend herself.

The music suddenly stopped. Every crab creature froze. Vaquel stopped as well.

The musician pointed her instrument at Vaquel and resumed playing. A scream of primal metal ripped through the air. Vaquel soaked the crotch of her spacesuit.

The crab creatures holding Vaquel fell to the ground. White liquid poured out of their shell. The music had melted their internal organs.

Vaquel leapt to her feet and ran to the musician. The woman winked at her and a moan escaped Vaquel’s lips. Sweat had soaked the white material around the alien’s breasts and revealed more than it covered.

“I’ll watch your back,” Vaquel said, trying to stay cool around the sexy alien.

“Thanks,” the alien said. Her hands ran up and down the strings of her instrument faster than Vaquel could follow. A blizzard of sound shredded the crab monsters in front of them.

“What are these things?” Vaquel asked. She stood back-to-back with the alien woman. Pistol in hand, she fired at the eyes of the approaching monsters.

“They don’t have trelling Jonners where you come from?” the woman asked.

The woman’s hips gyrated as she played her instrument. Her muscular ass grinded against Vaquel’s backside. Vaquel instinctively grinded back.

“Ah, no,” Vaquel said when she remembered there was a question. “I was getting weird ass readings in the area.”

The woman laughed. “That is how you know the Jonners are coming. They exist on a different level of reality and come through cracks in the continuum. When they manifest, they take on the shape and characteristics of the local life form. Nasty gibwarts. They murder anything they find and try to establish a hive. It is best to kill them as fast as trelling possible. You must be the explorer that people are talking about.”

“That’s me. My name is Vaquel Di. What’s your name?”

The woman laughed. “My name is Wizide, the Champion of Music. Wow, it is so weird to meet someone who isn’t a fan.”

“Who said I wasn’t a fan?” Vaquel yelled. She reached back with her free hand and grabbed a handful of Wizide’s ass.

The Champion of Music laughed louder and grinded against Vaquel’s hand.

“Now that you are no longer in the blast zone, let’s show these dimensional vermin just how hard I can trelling go,” Wizide said.

The music dropped a few octaves and grew louder. Vaquel no longer wondered how such a small instrument could be so powerful. It must one of the icons that champions in this system fight over. According to her research, the championship icons amplify the natural talents of the champions that wield them. As Vaquel had seen today, Wizide had plenty of pussy-soaking talent inside her muscular ass.

A barrage of sound surrounded Wizide and Vaquel. Each note was a missile that liquefied a crab creature’s brain. A crescendo of sound shattered hardened shells. Melodies twisted buzzing monsters into broken shapes.

Vaquel shuddered against Wizide’s grinding ass. The music affected her as well. Vaquel’s nipples hardened against her tight suit. She couldn’t stop moving her hips to the beat. Juices gushed from her pussy in mini-orgasms.

More crab monsters appeared. There were hundreds of them. The sand rippled like an ocean in a storm as the monsters kept coming.

Wizide screamed. It was a cry of pure joy. Her mighty yell accompanied her music and caused a Jonner to explode.

The joy was infectious. Vaquel pressed a button on her belt and the orange spacesuit flowed into her belt. Her big brown breasts popped free and she pulled on a nipple. The orange suit climbed up her long legs and up over her crotch to reveal a wet mess of pink hair covering her pussy.

Vaquel turned around and pressed against Wizide’s back. There was no need for Vaquel to fight now that the musician had surrounded them in a bubble of sonic destruction. Vaquel’s large tits flattened against Wizide’s broad back. She reached around and pressed her hand against the champion’s crotch. Twin centers of heat radiated through the material.

“That’s right, you Goxx have two orifices,” Vaquel said.

Wizide nodded and then she turned around to face Vaquel. “What is that I smell? Hey, you fucked Dymare, didn’t you?”

Before Vaquel could answer, Wizide leaned down and pressed her face to Vaquel’s tits. The sharp tusks pricked Vaquel’s tender breasts. The musician took deep breathes as she kept playing her instrument.

Dymare was the Champion of Architecture. Vaquel had fucked him when she first entered Interplanetary Championship Alliance space. She remembered how his jaw unhinged at the point of climax and the thick muck he had sprayed onto her tits. That was weeks ago!

Vaquel didn’t mind the musician’s face buried in her breasts but she did worry about the monsters. Fortunately, Wizide was still playing and the crab creatures were still dying. Vaquel relaxed and lifted her tits she could smother Wizide in them.

“Lucky champ,” Wizide said when she came back up for air. She turned back around and said, “Get behind me again. I liked having you there.”

Vaquel stepped up to the alien’s back and reached around again. Her hard nipples pressed into Wizide’s back as her breasts squished against the hard muscles. Vaquel’s hands went right back to Wizide’s crotch and pressed against the two hot spots.

Wizdie leaned back into Vaquel as she kept playing. There was a playful tone to her music in addition to the violence and mayhem. The musician’s hips moved in a lewd manner. Her crotch grinded against Vaquel’s hands while her ass grinded back on Vaquel’s exposed sex lips.

Vaquel found a slit in the pants and opened it. The slit opened vertically from Wizide’s waist, down and around her crotch, up her butt cheeks and all the way up to her waist. Vaquel pulled on the seam and was impressed by how far it went. The Goxx’s bathroom habits must be a gymnastic feat.

Wet heat greeted Vaquel’s fingers. Working blind, Vaquel felt around and located Wizide’s slits. She pushed fingers into each slick hole.

Wizide cried out. The notes flowed faster. Jonner shells exploded in unison, adding a underlying beat to the champion’s music.

Vaquel dropped to her knees. With her fingers still inside Wizide’s pussies, she buried her face in the musician’s exposed buttocks. The pungent smell of ass and sweat filled Vaquel’s mouth. She stretched her tongue and took a lick.

“Whoa!” Wizide cried. “What are you doing?”

“What? Goxx don’t do ass worship?” Vaquel yelled.

Wizide’s buttocks clenched tight. Her pussies clenched even tighter around Vaquel’s fingers.

“Not with our trelling mouths!” Wizide yelled.

Vaquel was confused but then remembered the woman’s tusks. Fuck, these poor bastards must not do oral sex at all. That might be the saddest thing Vaquel had ever heard.

There was only one thing to do. Vaquel wiggled her face between Wizide’s muscular buttocks. Her tongue stretched and licked. Centimeter by centimeter, she worked her way to the Goxx’s asshole.

Fortunately, there was only one asshole that Vaquel could find. She focused on the large ring of muscle. Strange flavors met her tongue but Vaquel kept licking.

Wizide shuddered. Her buttocks clenched tightly against Vaquel’s hands. There was a brief note of discord from her instrument before the music resumed.

Vaquel pulled her mouth from the alien’s ass. “Should I stop?” she yelled.

There was a pause before Wizide answered. “No,” she finally said.

Vaquel plunged back into Wizide’s ass. The tight ring of her ass spasmed after each lick. Vaquel took one long lick after another.

The Goxx’s pussies clenched around Vaquel’s fingers. The angle was awkward but Vaquel slid her fingers in and out of the alien pussy. Slick textures rolled and squirmed under her fingertips. Juices flowed and soaked both of Vaquel’s wrists.

Wizide sang. It was a long note that warbled, rose and fell. It blended perfectly with her music.

Jonners rose in the air. Claws clicked and clacked as they struggled to reach the ground. The buzzing of a hundred monsters joined the whirlwind of music.

Vaquel didn’t see any of this. She was face-deep in grey alien ass. Her tongue licked a puckering asshole while her hands plunged into wet pussies.

She did feel something between her legs. Something brushed against her own pussy lips. At first, Vaquel thought it was the wind but no, it was too solid for that. It was a feather-light caress that rubbed back and forth against her sensitive sex lips. Juices dripped and formed a puddle in the sand.

Wizide shuddered. Her hips rolled and Vaquel’s mouth and fingers stayed on her. The music pounded faster and faster as the Jonners spun in the air.

“KWEEK!” Wizide shouted. The grey buttocks quivered uncontrollably. Overwhelming amounts of liquid sprayed from Wizide pussies. Vaquel’s hands were expelled from the orifices and then soaked in a thick slime.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She pulled away from Wizide’s ass and looked at her hands. Thick pink liquid shimmered on her hands. The smell was intensely feminine. It reminded Vaquel of the musk that the male Champion had sprayed her with. The females must do the same thing. Great.

The music transformed into a final ‘BOOM’ of sound. In that finale note, every Jonner was crushed into the size of tiny pebbles. As the music ended, the compacted remains of the inter-dimensional raiders fell to the sand.

“Trell furnace,” Wizide said. She dropped to one knee and planted her instrument in the sand. The musician shuddered as she leaned on her instrument for support.

Vaquel shook her hands but the pink liquid clung to her fingers. It was a good thing that there was a beach right there. She wondered how long her hands were going to smell like alien pussy.

“Are the Jonners gone?” Vaquel said.

Wizide nodded. “That is the last of them, for now. Jonner invasions aren’t usually that trelling big but this is a known crack in the world. It is why the beach is deserted.”

“Oh,” Vaquel said. She didn’t want to admit that she stumbled into a dangerous area so she resorted to a distraction. The nude explorer stood up and rubbed her pussy lips.

“Any ideas what we should do now?” Vaquel asked.

Wizide smiled. The two tusks on her mouth pointed upwards. “We need to detox the area. Jonners leave cracks that are transmittable somehow. I don’t understand the science, but I know how to cleanse us.”

“Us?” Vaquel said. She rubbed her pussy harder. “Does it involve close contact?”

“It does when I do it,” Wizide said. She stood back up and fingered her icon instrument. Low notes sang through the air, accompanied by the natural roar of the ocean.

Vaquel felt the music immediately. Soft touches danced over her neck. Something firmer rubbed against her ass. A tingling sensation caressed the lips of her pussy.

“Yes,” Vaquel moaned. She pulled her hands away from her sex and closed her eyes. The music washed over her as it fondled her body. Slowly her hips began to move, followed by her shoulders and extending to her arms.

Wizide added another string of notes to the ones stimulating Vaquel. These notes were slightly higher in pitch and the melody was faster. Due to the skill of the champion, this new melody didn’t clash with the notes making Vaquel sigh.

The ground trembled. Sand vibrated against Vaquel’s boots. Subatomic links to another plane of existence were extinguished one by one.

Vaquel didn’t notice any of that. The notes embraced her body, feeling like a hundred fingers rubbing tight circles into every centimeter of her skin. The music swirled around her hard nipples. The sounds reached deep into her buttocks and pressed lightly on her ass. Invisible vibrations stroked her sex lips with increasing pressure.

“Fuck,” Vaquel whispered. She danced to the sensitizing music. Her hips bucked against unseen touches. She moved her arms in the air as she connected to the sensual energy around her. Back and forth her head sway as she leaned into the fleeting touches on her cheeks.

Wizide kept playing. Dead Jonners blinked out of existence one by one as their link to this reality were severed. Sand rose in the air in clumps and then fell back to earth like white rain.

The champion repeatedly plucked a string and a swift beat emerged from the instrument. Vaquel felt something push deep into her sex. She froze in mid-dance and gasped. The invisible penetration plunged in and out like a swift cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Vaquel moaned. Her body resumed dancing as her pussy was rapidly fucked. It wasn’t a conscious choice on Vaquel’s part. The aroused explorer was a part of the music now.

The ocean air blew through Wizide’s mohawk. Her own hips moved in sync with Vaquel’s. Juices fell from her twin pussies as she played. The champion smiled with joy as she performed miracles with her instrument.

The thrusting music inside Vaquel’s sex increased in speed. She went over the edge and into pleasure.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She climaxed hard but her body kept dancing.

The music didn’t stop.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed again. Her second orgasm hit harder than the first.

Wizide weaved all three chords together. The music filled the beach, the air and Vaquel’s pussy. The harmonious notes blended together and then exploded in a final surging conclusion.

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

The music stopped and Vaquel fell to the sand. Pleasure flowed through her body. The sand was damp with her juices.

Wizide walked over to her. “Was that close enough contact for you?”

“That depends,” Vaquel said. “Do you do encores?”

Wizidie laughed and began another song.

Feb 052020

Explorer’s Log: I am on day twenty-nine of my fifty day voyage to the star system designated “All of the Friends You Would Betray for your Queen,” by Royal Astronomers. I have finished processing and transmitting the data I collected from the scans I took of “Untitled Cathedral”. It was a massive undertaking to compile a report on the largest structure ever encountered by a member of the Royal Navy, but I am sure my hard will be appreciated and rewarded when I return home. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Fuck, I am glad that is over with. I ran out of synonyms for ‘massive’. My body is stiff and sore from sitting at a terminal for so long. It is going to be awhile before I make planetfall again, so I’ll need to get my exercise here.

Vaquel Di performed another squat. The muscles under her brown skin rippled and flexed. She kept her arms straight in front of her, parallel to the ground. That wasn’t easy with her big brown tits in the way, but that was all part of the challenge of working out.

“Almost there,” Chairbot whispered behind her. The purple robot had compressed itself so the seat was barely half a meter off the ground.

Vaquel squatted lower. Her naked butt was centimeters above Chairbot’s seat. Sweat ran down her back, over her buttock and dripped down onto the robot.

Chairbot moaned. “So close!” he said.

Vaquel stood back up. Her muscles ached. Pain flared in her right knee. She brought her arms down and they felt like she had been carrying weights all day. It was tempting to stop.

Chairbot whimpered as Vaquel’s ass moved away. The robot lived for the touch of her ass on his seat. Being so close to her butt and unable to touch it was a form of torment.

Vaquel smiled. Denying the robot the satisfaction it craved was the best motivation. Her pussy was dripping wet. The soreness of her muscles was strong, but the endorphins from her arousal was stronger.

She performed another squat. This time she went deeper despite the pain in her knee. Closer and closer her round ass came down to Chairbot’s waiting seat. She could almost feel the vibrations coming from the robot’s motors.

But not close enough. Vaquel stood back up.


Vaquel sighed and grabbed a towel. She lifted a heavy breast and wiped the sweat under it. “Computer, report.”

“Port solar sail is performing at forty percent.”

Vaquel walked to a window on the port side of the ship. Chairbot silently followed behind her and returned to full size in case she wanted to sit down. Vaquel looked out and frowned.

The solar sail had a black smudge halfway along its length. Did the cells burn out? Maybe there was a bad connection? It was impossible to tell from here.

“I need to go outside and see what’s wrong,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button on her belt. Shiny white fabric expanded downwards and upwards from the belt. The white material spread over her thick pink pubic bush and flattened it. The white fabric slid over her sweaty ass and Chairbot sighed. The material reached all the way down to Vaquel’s boots and formed an airtight seal.

Vaquel wiped under her other breast and then tossed the towel away. A second button press and the white material flowed upwards from her belt. It covered her smooth stomach before beginning the long process of covering her enormous breasts. The space suit slid down her arms with quicker speed and covered her hands.

All that remained was Vaquel’s face. She wiped a few pink hairs from her face and then put on her glassteel helmet. The transparent bubble encased her head and sealed to her suit.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to sit down and rest before examining the sail?” Chairbot asked.

That was exactly what Vaquel wanted to do but she shook her head. “You’re just going to have to wait, you greedy ass-slut.”

Vaquel walked into the airlock. The door sealed behind her. She grabbed a pair of emergency thrusters and slapped them on her waist. The magnetic seal in her boots should keep her on the ship’s hull, but it was always good to have backup.

The outer door opened. Air rushed past her and into the vacuum of space. The glow of the solar sail was the only light. The rest of the view was a dark void dotted with stars.

Vaquel took her first step outside of the airlock and out of the range of the artificial gravity field. The magnetic boots kept her attached to the hull, but the rest of her body had the urge to float. Her breasts lifted from her chest and Vaquel felt a relief of pressure she had long learned to live with. Short pink hair floated within her glassteel helmet. The lack of gravity did strange things to her stomach.

The dark spot was several meters away. Vaquel took slow, measured steps. The infinite expanse of space surrounded her. She felt like she was about to be swallowed by the incomprehensible abyss at any moment.

Vaquel kept her eyes on the malfunctioning solar sail. She felt like an ant crawling on the Queen’s boot. The scale of space was oppressive. After ten years of traveling through it, she was still in awe of it.

One slow step after another eventually brought her to the dark spot. She knelt down and examined it as closely as she could without touching it. It looked like paint. She could barely make out the outline of the sail’s cells beneath the black patch.

It might just be garbage that got stuck on the sail. It happened. Space was big and people dumped shit in it all the time. The inertia field that surrounded the ship was supposed to divert loose objects but some things can still slip through.

Vaquel pulled a scanner from her belt. That was weird. The scanner wasn’t picking up anything, not even the sail itself. It detected her, the hull and the rest of the solar sail, but the dark spot and the part of the sail underneath were coming back as non-existent. Could it be a malfunction?

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel cursed. She wanted to shoot the unknown substance but she didn’t want to damage the sail underneath. That left scrapping it or peeling it off.

She sure as fuck wasn’t going to touch it with her hand. Vaquel took a small rod from her belt and did a flick of her wrist. The rod extended to a third of a meter. She poked the sharp end into the dark spot and gave it a test scratch.

The surface of the dark spot rippled. Vaquel jerked back as the patch jumped from the solar sail and towards the space explorer. The unknown thing expanded at an amazing speed and wrapped itself around Vaquel.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. She tried to jab the thing with her rod but it was too quick. The spreading darkness constricted around Vaquel and forced her hands awkwardly against her breasts. The rod and scanner were still in her grip but that just meant it was more discomfort for her tits.

The encasing of her body was from head to boot. Vaquel’s legs snapped together from the incredible squeezing. Her magnetic boots came together but luckily, remained connected to the ship.

Total darkness sheathed Vaquel. Pressure squeezed her body. Her breasts were being crushed by her hands. Even her amazing round ass was being flattened.

“Chairbot!” Vaquel yelled inside her helmet. “Respond!”

Nothing. Vaquel glanced at the data stream that was constantly being projected onto the side of her helmet. Other than her vital signs, the rest of the data was blank.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel whispered. It was the thing that had grabbed her. It was a blank space on her scanner. It was attached to her solar sail, right where the collectors absorb energy. She guessed that the thing sucked on energy, including communication signals and scans.

Vaquel tried to move her arms. Each hand moved a few centimeters and her crushed breasts were grateful. It was only for a brief moment as the thing tightened its grip on her. Vaquel’s hands were pressed down harder on her sensitive mounds.

“Damn it,” Vaquel snapped. She tried wiggling. The thing constricted more. Vaquel’s ribs flared in pain. Her ass was crushed.

Vaquel ceased her struggles. The tightness around her relaxed, but still held onto her. She was going nowhere.

“What the fuck does it want?” Vaquel said out loud. “I’m not emitting any energy. Well, probably some radiant heat through my spacesuit. And my belt is probably broadcasting signals as it tries to communicate with the ship. Probably my boots too if this thing can soak up magnetic fields. Ah fuck, I am like a damn buffet.”

Vaquel stared at the darkness surrounding her. Thank the Queen for the glasssteel helmet. The bubble helmet protected Vaquel’s head from being squeezed and let her look at her captor. She turned her head and examined the darkness for some flaw or organ she could exploit.

There was nothing. Everything was pitch black. It was darker than even the void of space. At least space had stars. That darkness was absolute.

Something pressed against Vaquel’s crotch. Instinctively, she shifted her hips to grind back. The touch moved in a tight circle, as if trying to burrow through the tin material of her spacesuit.

Vaquel froze in mid-grind. What was the thing doing? Was it trying to get inside her suit? If so, why at her crotch?

The pressure at her crotch stopped.

Something poked her shoulder. Vaquel remained still. The poking ceased.

Darkness pressed the back of her knee. Vaquel remained still. The pressure stopped.

Something rubbed against the side of Vaquel’s crushed breast. She groaned from the discomfort, but otherwise didn’t move.

A hard touch pressed between Vaquel’s buttocks. The suit prevented it from going deep, but the hint of penetration made Vaquel shudder. Her hips grinded in the darkness.

The pressure at her crotch returned. It resembled the poking of her ass. Once again, the space suit prevented Vaquel from being penetrated fully but she felt pressure opening her sex lips.

Vaquel groaned. She was being nearly-fucked at her ass and pussy. Her hips pushed forward and rolled back, but neither would truly go inside her. The teasing drove her wild.

There were more pokes around Vaquel’s body. The thing tried to enter the crease of her underarm. Pressure exerted between her knees. There was a lot more poking of her Vaquel’s compressed tits.

“Is it trying to fuck me?” Vaquel wondered. It has to know that they are not the same species. Maybe that didn’t matter. It could reproduce through parasitic means. If it deposited eggs inside of her, the eggs could incubate, hatch and then use her body for food before eventually leaving.

Vaquel groaned and tried not to think any more about the thing’s possible reproductive cycle.

Despite her fears, Vaquel couldn’t help from responding to the stimulation. She wiggled within the tight confines of the dark creature. Her pussy was soaking wet from the small thrusts. She clenched her ass tightly around the probing push that threatened to fill her.

The multiple searching pokes on the rest of her body came to a stop. Only the pressure on Vaquel’s ass and sex remained. The pokes wiggled more as they explored the constrained space.

Vaquel moaned. It was like being fingered by someone with micro-digits. She wanted to reach down and stroke herself, but the damn thing still had her hands, arms, scanner and rod pinned to her suffering breasts.

“Harder,” Vaquel whispered. She was on the verge of climax. She stared at the black mass surround her helmet but the darkness didn’t respond.

Wait, something different happened at her sex. The pressing poke was joined by another and then another. Now three points of pressure where pushing against her suit to rub against her pussy.

Vaquel shuddered. Her hips bucked wildly. The thing tightened its grip around her, apparently trying to prevent an escape.

“More, more, more,” Vaquel babbled. She was so damn close. It was maddening. The triple probing points pressed her closer and closer to the precipice.

The probe at Vaquel’s ass doubled. Two points wiggled between her crushed buttocks. A third point joined and then a fourth. They all grinded in the crease of her suit.

Vaquel bit her lip. There was too much stimulation to keep track of it all. An army of tongues and fingers were trying to get through her suit but in reality, it was just the one unknown creature. She was getting gang-groped by a gang of one.

Wiggle by wiggle, poke by poke, grind by grind, Vaquel finally reached her climax.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She screamed her orgasm inside the glassteel helmet.

The creature tightened around her. Vaquel’s scream turned into a gasp as her body was crushed.

“What the fuck?” Vaquel choked out.

There was a streak of color in the darkness. It was a pink flash and then it was gone. Did that mean something?

The wiggling at Vaquel’s crotch and ass increased. There were too many points of pressure to count. It was a frantic assault at her sensitive areas.

Vaquel frowned. The suit couldn’t take much more of this. It was tough, but she knew from previous fucks just how much the material could stretch. The probing creature was rapidly reaching that limit.

What would happen when the creature could reach her skin? Vaquel did not want to find out.

There was another pink flash of color. What the fuck did that mean? Was it excited? Was it pooping? Was it feeding?

Vaquel shook her head inside her helmet and tried to think. How could she escape? Poke it with the rod in her hand? There was no room to move. Set her scanner to overload to kill the thing? No, not with the scanner right next to her chest. Hope Chairbot thinks of something and saves her? Fuck, no!

The creature squeezed tighter. Vaquel whimpered as her body was crushed. Her poor tits were going to be permanent flat discs at this rate. And what the fuck was hurting both of her hips?

The thrusters! Vaquel had forgotten about them! She had put them on in case she got knocked off the ship. If she activated them, the energy seeking creature might ignore her for the output of the thrusters!

“Thrusters, activate!” Vaquel commanded.

Nothing happened.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel yelled. The creature was blocking her radio signal. She was going to have to press the button on her belt!

Vaquel let go of the scraping rod and the scanner. The grip of the creature was so tight that the objects didn’t move. They stayed pressed against Vaquel’s crushed breasts.

Another burst of pink flashed across the dark skin of the creature. The alien squeezed tighter. Vaquel gasped as the probing pressure points continued to push against her pussy and anus.

Vaquel forced her arms downward. They moved a few centimeters. She kept pushing. Her hands dropped down a little more. The vice-grip of the creature was relentless.

“Fuck,” Vaquel whispered. Her chest was too tight to speak fully. The probing rod rolled onto her nipple. Even though her entire body was being crushed, it felt like her nipple was suffering the worst of all. Vaquel really wished that she had thought to collapse the rod before letting go but it was too late now.

The wiggling at Vaquel’s sex increased. The pressure points were moving more consistently. Now it felt like multiple tongues were licking up and down.

Vaquel moaned. The fucking creature was adapting.

The movement on her ass changed too. The multiple points solidified into one large pressure point. It pushed deep into Vaquel’s buttocks, stretched the space suit to new limits. The tip of the pressure pushed into Vaquel’s tight asshole.

The sudden penetration sent Vaquel back over the edge. She climaxed again. Her body writhed in the creature’s tight grip as more pink flashes exploded in front of her.

A red light blinked within Vaquel’s glassteel helmet. She knew it was the suit integrity warning. The creature was on the verge of tearing her suit as it tore into her asshole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. She had to get to her belt! Moving both arms down to her waist was too hard. She grabbed her right arm with her left hand and used the strength of both arms just to move her right hand.

The creature fought her for her every centimeter. It crushed her hand to her belly. The tight alien skin barely budged as she worked her hand onto her waist. The pressure increased as her finger slid onto the hard metal of her belt. Vaquel thought her fingers were about to broken at any moment.

The probing pressure at her ass went deeper. Vaquel moaned as her sphincter expanded around the irresistible force. The licking sensation at her sex doubled in speed.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel whimpered as she came a third time.

As Vaquel shook with pleasure, her fingers slipped the final millimeter over her belt. The belt recognized her touch and sent a hardwire signal through the belt to the hip thrusters. Both thrusters roared to life.

The creature quivered around Vaquel. It unwound from her head and chest.

Stars appeared in front of Vaquel. She gasped for air. The rod and scanner drifted away and she instinctively grabbed them.

The creature wrapped tight around Vaquel’s waist. It looked like she had a black blanket around her waist. The output of the thrusters was completely soaked in by the alien. Flashes of pink and blue burst across it’s black outline.

“Great,” Vaquel said. “Now how am I going to get-Queen’s tit!”

There was a flash of blue light and the creature exploded. Hundreds of tiny black squares, each barely bigger than Vaquel’s hand, floated around her. They were quickly captured by the inertia field of the ship and sent hurtling into space.

“Mistress!” Chairbot screamed over the radio. “Are you okay?”

Vaquel winced at the loud noise but she didn’t admonish the robot. In fact, she was grateful to hear him, though she would never let him know.

“I’m okay,” Vaquel said. She tried to look for the tiny dark creatures but they were already swallowed by the abyss of space.

“What happened, Mistress?” Chairbot asked. “You weren’t answering your communicator! The ship’s sensors couldn’t detect you at all, except for your feet and boots!”

“Fuck if I know what happened,” Vaquel said. Did the creature die? Did it reproduce? She didn’t give a shit either way.

“How is the solar sail?” Vaquel asked.

“Operating normally, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

“Then I am coming back,” Vaquel said. “Get your seat ready. I am going to need one hell of a massage for my ass.”

Chairbot’s squeal of delight echoed through Vaquel’s helmet.

Jan 082020

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chairbot, mind the ship,” Vaquel said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd clapped their applause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bulges in Dymare’s pants grew larger.

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

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

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

The crowd booed as her words came from the speakers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are they doing?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dec 232019

I read a great article on PC Gamer about an EVE player who completed a personal mission of exploration. EVE is a massive online game where players fly spaceships, trade goods, mine planets, form corporations and ruthlessly murder one another. Most stories that come out of EVE deal with hundreds of players doing their best to take away the stuff of other hundreds of players, so I am always interested when something non-violent bubbles to the surface.

In this case, a character by the name of Katia Sae has explored and mapped every one of the 7,805 solar systems in the game. It took her nine years to do it. Even more amazing to me is that she never lost a ship. This amazing character survived in a game famous for psychopaths preying on others.

Her player, Ethan Richards(!), talks about the work involved in this achievement and holy crap, it sounds nerve-wracking and daunting. Other players put bounties on Katia’s head just to see her die. EVE added random wormholes leading to random places which forced Katia to seek the aid of a corporation just to help find new places. Even then, they had to keep their goal of helping Katia a secret because spies might sell her out to her enemies. Cripes.

After nine years, Ethan and Katia visited every system. The developers of EVE threw her a party and put up a statue of the character on her home planet. Ethan retired Katia so she will never die, but he regrets not writing the character anymore. I feel for him.

On the other hand, Vaquel Di, my explorer of space and alien sex, is about to embark on the TENTH year of her twenty year mission. I find the similarities between Katia and Vaquel to be fascinating. They both travel dangerous space. One does it for curiosity, and one does it because she expects to be showered with gifts when she gets home. It is a shame that they have never met.

To be fair, I think I have it easier as Vaquel will only die and fail if I choose for her to, but I understand the enormity of the commitment that Ethan put into Katia. I applaud his work and wonder what the fuck is he going to do next?

That is a question I don’t have to think about for another eleven years.

Dec 042019

Explorer’s log: I have reached the star system designated “So Much Hate for Who the Queen Fucks,” by Royal Astronomers. There are no planets here. There is an asteroid field which might have been a planet in the distant past, but it is just rocky debris now. It is rare for the Royal Astronomers to make a mistake and send an explorer to an empty star system. I am annoyed that I made this journey for nothing, but I take comfort in knowing that the Astronomers will be punished in creative ways once this transmission gets back to them.

For the past few weeks, I had detected six other ships traveling towards this system, but their energy signatures disappeared once they reached this location. Could there be a secret planetoid or station that they stopped at? It seems unlikely, but I will take the day and search the area. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Log, Addition: Queen’s tit, I just encountered the largest living creature I have ever seen in space! It is a monstrous snake the size and length of eight Royal Navy Dreadnaughts, but it also has several engines embedded in its flesh. The mouth is big enough to swallow most of the ships I have seen lately. The damn thing flew right past me so it must not detect my ship. The symbol of the Prober Supreme is prominent on the beast’s forehead, so it us clearly another one of his creations.

Since I have discovered this horrible thing, I am naming it a Star Behemoth. It is not the most creative name, but when future travelers encounter it, they will know exactly what it is.

I picked up the signals of three of the ships I was tracking INSIDE the monster. The signals are strong and are standard distress messages. The ships must still be alive in there.

As for the other three ships, I have found feces in the wake of the Star Behemoth. It consists of melted debris and traces of Seed-Walker organic matter. That is not a good sign.

My theory is that this Star Behemoth is a Prober Supreme counter-measure for Seed-Walkers trying to escape his domain. The Star Behemoth doesn’t see me, which leads me to believe it is designed to track ship technologies originating from the Prober Supremes’ ships. It lurks on the edges of known territory and captures fleeing refugees. Rather than bring them back, the Star Behemoth consumes the ships and breaks them down for replacement parts and nutrition.

I should leave the area immediately for my safety, but I have my concerns. When Queen Erishella invades this system, the Star Behemoth might slow the Royal Navy down. What if this isn’t the only monster patrolling the Prober Supremes’ domain? I should linger and see if I can find a weakness. I happily endanger myself to speed the Queen’s conquests. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: That Star Behemoth has three ships inside it with crew desperate to escape. That is something I can entertain myself with.

Vaquel Di sat on Chairbot and checked the control panel again. From the waist up, she was the picture of explorer professionality. A skintight red spacesuit clung to her heavy breasts and arms, coming all the way up to her neck. Short pink hair crowned her head. There was a slight flush to her dark brown cheeks, but that could be explained away by the nearby presence of a terrible spaceship-eating terror.

Below her waist, and out of the view of any communication camera, was a different story. She was naked with her legs spread wide. There was a faint ripple along her brown ass where the vibrating motors of Chairbot were silently working. The pink pubic hair covering her sex were damp from frequent stroking.

“Remember, Chairbot, stay quiet while I talk to them,” Vaquel ordered.

The vibrations from Chairbot pulsed in acknowledgement.

Vaquel sat up straight and tried to look serious. “Hailing captive vessel with twenty life signs on board. Please respond.”

A handsome Seed-Walker appeared on the communication screen. He was a rich dark red with bright yellow hair. An ill-fitting grey tunic clung to his body. Both of his green eyes were wide with excitement.

“Unknown, unknown, unknown caller, this is the Skipping Stone! I am just the cook, let me summon my Bud-Father, I mean my Captain for you.”

“Negative, Cook,” Vaquel said. “Don’t tell anyone on your ship that you are talking to me. Stay on the line for rescue instructions.

The Cook looked confused but he stayed in his chair. Vaquel figured he was probably tasked with keeping an eye on things while everyone else worked on a solution out of the Star Behemoth. The young man looked nervous and in need of adult supervision.

Vaquel sent out another signal. “Hailing captive vessel with suspended animation pods. Please respond.”

A screen turned on to show two female Seed-Walkers sitting at a console together. The one on the right had light green skin and short purple hair. The one on the left was shorter with bright yellow skin and a glorious mane of blue hair. They wore thick clothes suited for cold environments. Perhaps they had to shut down life support?

“This, this, this, is Black Leaves at Sunset, responding to your call,” the green one said. “Are you trapped inside this monster as well?”

“I’ll explain in a moment,” Vaquel responded. She tried not to smile as she looked at the two women. Fuck, they were pretty! “I assume the rest of your crew is in stasis?”

“Correct, correct, correct,” the green one said. “We are the only ones awake. Can you help us?”

“Yes, but please standby, and don’t animate any more of your crew,” Vaquel said.

The green one nodded and pressed a button. No more sound came from their ship. The yellow one started talking and the green one frowned and responded. They seemed to be arguing.

Vaquel opened another channel. “Hailing captive vessel with three hundred and twenty life signs on board. Please respond.”

The third screen activated. It was a wide angle shot of a bridge. Three male Seed-Walkers of various shades of red worked different stations. In the center was a tall female Seed-Walker with brown skin the same shade as Vaquel. Her light blue hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. All of them wore clothes that Vaquel recognized as belonging to the military caste of the Prober Supremes’ forces.

“This, this, this is Captain Eschscholtzia of the Liberated Research,” the woman announced. “I see that you are not a Seed-Walker. We are refugees seeking political asylum from the Prober Supreme. We are currently trapped, but if you help us, we can provide you with vital information and-“

Vaquel waved her hand and cut her off. “No, no, no. I don’t need a sales pitch. Wait a moment, there, now all of us can see each other. Listen up, all of you are trapped inside what I am calling the Star Behemoth. Right now I have landed my ship on the base of the creature’s skull. I have hacked the monster’s systems and I believe I can free one of you before I am detected.”

“We, we, we have over three hundred Seed-Walkers on board,” Captain Eschscholtzia says. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck you!” the green Seed-Walker said. “We are a commune of artists! The creative potential of my crewmates outweighs a bunch of runaway soldiers!”

“Uh,” the Cook said. “I really want to go get my Captain to speak for us.”

“Everyone shut up!” Vaquel snapped. “I have already decided how I am going to pick a ship to survive. Each of you is going to entertain me in a sexual manner. Whomever arouses me the most, will have their ship freed from the belly of the Star Behemoth.”

The yellow Seed-Walker from the second ship laughed out loud. “I knew we shouldn’t trust this alien!”

The Captain of the third ship looks angry. “Are, are, are you serious? You want us to arouse you for our lives? What kind of sick deviant are you? What is your species?”

The Cook sighed and stood up. He opened his trousers to reveal a thick flaccid member. Taking his cock in both hands, he began to stroke.

“That one has the right idea,” Vaquel said. “I’m setting a timer. When it is done, I will tell you who won. So, get started!”

Vaquel lied about the timer. The only time limit was when she was finished climaxing.

Captain Eschscholtzia put her hand over her face and shook her head. “Can’t, can’t, can’t believe I am saying this, but we have no choice. Bridge, take off your clothes.”

Two of the Seed-Walkers jumped to their feet and went to work removing their uniforms. The third Seed-Walker approached his Captain. He looked at Vaquel with an accusing look in his eyes.

“Captain, Captain, Captain, surely there is another way?” he asked.

“Take, take, take your clothes off and that is an order!”

Before the Seed-Walker could respond, Captain Eschscholtzia unzipped her uniform. Dark brown breasts fell free of her restrictive clothing. She kept unzipping until her bare sex was revealed.

The reluctant Seed-Walker male reluctantly disrobed as well.

Vaquel turned her attention to the second ship. The women were arguing but they left their sound on this time.

“Push, push, push your chair back and I will eat for the deviant,” the green woman said.

“You can’t be serious!” the yellow one said. “We, we, we both have pair-bonds! What will they say?”

“They, they, they will know we did it for the good of the commune,” the green woman said.

The yellow one sighs. “For, for, for the good of the commune.” She pushed her seat back so that pelvis comes into view. Lifting her hips up, she pulls her pants down and slipped them off. When her naked ass came back down on the seat, she cried out.

“Fucking cold!” the yellow one yelled. She tucked her pants under her ass to protect herself. Shyly, she opened her legs to reveal a sex covered in blue hair.

The green one got between her friend’s legs. She smartly leaned to the side so that Vaquel could have a better view. The green woman inserted her finger into the thatch of blue hair and inside the yellow slit.

“Oh, oh, oh!” the yellow one moaned.

A grunt diverted Vaquel’s attention. It was the Cook. His erection was tall and proud. He must have spat into his hands because his phallus was shiny and slick. As he pumped his cock, his hips moved to fuck his hands. He grunted and his entire body shook.

Vaquel bit her lip to keep from groaning. All of this naked flesh and reluctant submission was driving her wild. The only reason she wasn’t openly masturbating was because she thought it would be creepier for the captured crews if they felt she was impassively watching. Plus, the jaded space explorer thought it would be a fun challenge to come without showing it.

Over on the third screen, Captain Eschscholtzia commanded the previously reluctant crewman to sit naked on her chair. The Captain straddled the crewman’s cock, while facing Vaquel and the communication camera. The crewman’s long cock slowly disappeared inside the Captain’s tight pussy lips.

When the Captain had settled down on the crewman’s cock, the other crewman stepped forward. She grabbed each of their red cocks and began to stroke. As she worked their members, the Captain swiveled her hips to fuck the phallus inside her.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. She wouldn’t mind serving a dominant Captain like that!

Meanwhile, groans were coming from the women on the second screen. Despite her earlier protests, the yellow Seed-Walker was writhing in her seat. She had both hands on the other woman, who’s face was now sealed to the yellow woman’s sex.

Vaquel frowned. The green woman still had her bulky clothes on. For that matter, the yellow woman had a thick coat on. There wasn’t much skin or pussy to be seen.

“Here, here, here it comes!” the Cook cried out. Vaquel turned to look just in time as the young Seed-Walker’s cock erupted. Long strands of seed flew in the air and onto the control panel. One thick glob splattered against the camera, obscuring the screen.

“Fertilizer!” the Cook yelled. He tried to clean the camera but he just smeared more seed on it.

Vaquel laughed and then moaned as Chairbot’s vibrating seat increased in strength. The Cook had a nice cock and a nicer climax, but what was he going to do now? He had shot his load.

On the third screen, the Captain was still improvising. She leaned towards the cock on her right and sucked on it. Her hand continued to stroke the guy on her left, but in Vaquel’s expert opinion, her technique was very sloppy. The same could be said for the Captain’s hips which were barely moving. The Captain didn’t seem to multitask well when it came to using her mouth.

“This, this, this isn’t working,” the yellow woman on the second screen said. She pushed her partner from her pussy.

“Just, just, just tell me what you like and I’ll do it,” the green woman said.

“That’s, that’s, that’s not what I mean,” the pantless woman said. “This isn’t sexy. We need to take all of our clothes off. Computer, turn up the cabin environment heat!”

“We, we, we need to save power for the sleep pods,” the green woman protested.

“If, if, if we don’t get naked and entertain that pervert, there won’t be any sleep pods!” the yellow woman said.

Both women stood up and undressed. Vaquel watched with interest as they disrobed. The yellow Seed-Walker revealed a slender chest with tiny buds for breasts. The red Seed-Walker took off her clothes to reveal enormous breasts.

“Wow, wow, wow,” said the Cook on the first screen. He was staring at the communication monitor. He was admiring the red Seed-Walker’s breasts as well. His member was half-erect.

“Now, now, now what?” the green Seed-Walker said.

The yellow woman answered by spinning her crewmate around. She forced the green woman to face the camera and to bend over at the waist. Her enormous breasts hung down in front of her. The yellow Seed-Walker grabbed her partner by her short purple hair and yanked her head back. The red woman cried out as something happened behind her.

“Tell, tell, tell her what you feel,” the yellow one ordered.

“I, I, I feel fingers inside my wetness,” the green Seed-Walker said. “She has three fingers inside me! She is thrusting hard, too hard! Oh, but I like it!”

Vaquel groaned. The yellow woman’s sudden dominance surprised her. The swinging of the red Seed-Walker’s breasts was hypnotizing. Vaquel desperately wanted to bite one of those stiff green nipples.

There was movement on the third screen. Captain Eschscholtzia dismounted from the cock she was riding and stood up. She walked around to the side of the chair and laid across the arms. The man sitting in the chair cried out as she took his cock in hand and started jerking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me at both ends!”

The crewmembers didn’t have to be told twice. One grabbed the Captain’s hips and entered her pussy. The other grabbed her tight ponytail and guided his cock to her mouth. The two of them fucked wildly as the Captain took it.

“Fuck me,” Vaquel whispered. She gripped the edges of the console. It took everything not to pull one of her breasts free and pinch a nipple.

Chairbot, however, took her exclamation to be an order. It projected a phallus-shaped force field from its seat and entered Vaquel’s sex. Based on her current production of lubricating juices, the thickness of the force cock was one of his larger projections.

Vaquel gasped. The green Seed-Walker noticed her gasp and a curious expression came over her face. She leaned closer to study Vaquel.

The Cook was doing something on the first screen. He cut a hole through the headrest of the chair he had been sitting in. When the hole was done, he slid his cock through the hole. The head of the red member slid back and forth as he fucked the headrest.

“Picture, picture, picture this inside of you, alien!” the Cook said.

Vaquel shuddered. The young Seed-Walker was speaking directly to her. Clever man!

“No, no, no, picture your hands inside me, alien!” the green Seed-Walker woman said. She rocked towards the screen as the yellow Seed-Walker fingered her. “Imagine how wet I am! Feel my heat as I clench around your fingers! Watch how much you make my breasts bounce!”

Vaquel bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes darted back and forth between the male fucking a headrest and the woman getting fingered. She imagined being with both of them as Chairbot’s force cock fucked her pussy.

There was a cry from the third screen. The seated Seed-Walker was coming. The Captain’s stroking resulted in an explosion of seed. Semen flew from his cock and splattered her brown breasts hovering above it.

Captain Eschscholtzia looked towards the camera with a cock in her mouth. She locked eyes with Vaquel as her cheeks caved with suction.

The Seed-Walker she sucked came. It was clear in the shouts of pleasure he gave. He froze and his balls trembled but the Captain kept sucking. When his limp cock fell from her mouth, Captain Eschscholtzia opened her mouth for the camera so Vaquel could see the seed still on her tongue.

“Wow, didn’t think the Captain would be that graphic,” Vaquel said between shudders.

The last crewmember kept fucking Captain Eschscholtzia. He slapped the side of her brown butt as he pounded her. The slaps earned him a disapproving look from the Captain, but she didn’t say anything.

The force phallus inside Vaquel began to rotate. The last of her composure broke and she moaned out loud. She grabbed one her breasts and squeezed. The thin blue spacesuit provided no protection as she pulled on her tit.

All three crews took Vaquel’s moaning a sign that they were winning.

The Cook fucked the hole in the headrest. The seat shook from the force of his thrusts. His eyes were locked on Vaquel as he assaulted the chair.

The green woman cried out. “Now, now, now she is biting my ass! I’m going to come!”

Captain Eschscholtzia rose from the chair. With her subordinate’s cock still inside her, she stopped when her breasts were near the sitting crewmember’s face. She offered a seed-splattered tit to him and he greedily sucked on it.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She came hard on Chairbot’s force phallus.

The Cook cried out. Another fountain of seed ejected from his cock. The headrest ripped free of its mounting, impaled on his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the green Seed-Walker cried. She pounded her fist on the console as she rode her orgasm.

“Take, take, take it!” the crewman said as he climaxed inside his Captain. That earned him another dirty look but he was too blissed out to notice.

“Okay, time’s up,” Vaquel announced. Chairbot turned off his vibrations and the force field. The thick force cock disappeared inside Vaquel. Her pussy clenched reflexively.

Captain Eschscholtzia pushed the crewman out of her sex and approached the camera. Seed dripped from her pussy lips, breasts and lips. “Who, who, who is the winner?” she demanded.

The green woman flopped down in a chair with a glazed look on her face. The yellow Seed-Walker beside her rubbed her slick fingers on one of their coats. “Yes, yes, yes. Who won?” the yellow woman asked.

The Cook said nothing as he pulled the headrest off his cock. His red cock was almost glowing with friction burns. He will feel that in the morning.

“I have declared it a tie,” Vaquel said. She tapped a few buttons. The probe ship shook as something exploded outside.

“There,” Vaquel said. “The demo charges just went off near the Star Behemoth’s brain. By my scans, the creature’s hull integrity was maintained at the head. The stomach sacks containing you should start experiencing a catastrophic breakdown in a few minutes. Cook, I suggest you get someone more experienced to help you fly that ship out of there.”

The Cook stared at the head rest and tossed it aside. “Uh, uh, uh, what do I tell him about the semen everywhere?”

“Not my problem,” Vaquel said. She closed the connection to the Cook’s ship.

“Thank, thank, thank you!” the yellow Seed-Walker said. Her cremate was busy operating the console. “When we tell the commune how you saved us, I am sure they will compose a poem in your honor!”

“As long as it is a dirty one,” Vaquel responds. She closed the connection to the hibernation ship.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Captain Eschscholtzia said. She stood naked and proud on her bridge. All around her, the other crew members went to work to prepare for their escape.

“What do you want?” Vaquel said. “I am tired and want to shower.”

“There, there, there was no contest,” the Captain said. “You just wanted to watch us degrade ourselves. I don’t understand. Why rescue us at all?”

Vaquel shrugged. “I may be a deviant pervert, but I am not a monster.” She closed the connection to the last ship and looked out the viewport.

Explosions rippled down the spine of the Star Snake. Engines wrenched themselves free of the creature and shot into space. Fluid sprayed and froze into giant clouds of ice. Secondary explosions tore open the vast kilometers of armored scales.

A large object emerged from the depths of the splitting flesh. It was a huge saucer. Shields flickered around the saucer as it pushed through the floating debris. Once clear of the Star Behemoth’s corpse, the saucer spun faster. A moment later, it flew towards the outer edges of the solar system.

Another ship emerged. It was a smaller saucer than the one that just left. The rim of the saucer was dotted with hibernation chambers. It lacked the shields of the previous ship and shuddered as it collided with a floating rib the size of a town. Eventually it made its way clear of the Star Behemoth’s entrails and only lost one of its chambers. Vaquel wondered how many artists were lost in that moment. The saucer powered up and raced its way out of the system.

A minute passed before a third saucer ascended from the drifting viscera. It was tiny compared to the other two saucers, and was barely a flea compared to the dead Star Behemoth. The small ship was nimble and darted between the deadly chunks of flesh and metal. It escaped without a scratch and charted a course away from the system.

All three were headed in the same direction. Did they have a place in mind? Were they merely following in the direction of the biggest ship?

Vaquel decided to go the same way, at least for a little bit. Maybe they will lead her somewhere interesting. Better yet, they might get in trouble again and need Vaquel’s help.

Vaquel sat back on Chairbot and idly stroked herself. What new demands could she make if she had to save the refugees a second time? The possibilities kept her company on the quiet space ship.

Nov 062019

Explorer’s log: I am on day nineteen on my forty-one day journey to the star system designated “So Much Hate for Who the Queen Fucks,” by Royal Astronomers. My last sighting of a Prober Supreme ship was five days ago. I have detected six other ships traveling in my direction, but they have refused communications and minimized their outputs. I suspect that they are refugees fleeing the Prober Supremes’ territory.

I completed my scans a bit early today. With my free time, I plan to meditate on the glory of Queen Erishella and how I can serve her better. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I have had this weird tune in my head the last few days. It feels like a song I should know but I can’t place it. It goes la da da dee da da. . .fuck.

My head is all fucked up since the last planet. They had a control system for the miners there where they broadcasted a signal to unlock the miners’ inhibitions and turn them into selfish perverts. It didn’t work on me because I am the wrong species but all that noise has fucked with my neurons. I bet this tune is just a song from my past that the Splurge signal scrambled.

Whatever it is, I just want it gone. Maybe if I hump my brains out, I can make the tune go away.

“Right there!” Vaquel cried.

Vaquel Di squirmed in her seat. Her naked brown body glistened with sweat. A hundred pinch marks decorated her heavy breasts. Her thick thighs were spread wide and jiggling from the vibrations coming from the seat. The lips of her sex were held open by an invisible phallus generated by force fields.

“Maintaining penetration depth, Mistress!” Chairbot responded. The loyal robot had recently learned how to project small force fields in the shape of various dildoes. It was always happy to use that talent because it meant his mistress would sit her wonderful ass on its sensitive seat.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Vaquel groaned. She was close. This would be her seventh orgasm. Or was it her eight? She had lost track. It didn’t matter. One more orgasm should exhaust her completely.

Chairbot muted his acknowledgement of Vaquel’s command. It implemented Fucking Rhythm #4 and the force field phallus drilled Vaquel’s pussy with short hard strokes.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. She cupped her breast, winced and pulled her hand away. The nipple was far too sensitive. Earlier, she had tried a new nipple clamp that she had rigged from some cable connector joints. The damn thing was too tight but the pain did push her over to her third orgasm.

The seat tilted back. Vaquel moaned as her center of gravity shifted. The force field phallus pumped her angled pussy with computer precision.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Vaquel moaned. The tension in her pussy increased. Despite her exhaustion, Vaquel was hurtling towards her next orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. The orgasm slammed into her like missile. She felt her body tighten like a clenched fist and then relax as euphoria touched her every nerve.

Chairbot shut off the force field. He powered down the vibrating motors in the seat. The softness of the seat and back support increased by twenty percent. The robot resisted the urge to ask Vaquel if she enjoyed herself. The feel of her round ass on its seat was reward enough.

Vaquel giggled. She was worn out. A glance at the ship chronometer made her giggle louder. Three hours of masturbating and fucking Chairbot? Damn, she was going to be sore in the morning.

Fuck, she was sore right now. She should get to bed but fuck moving. Chairbot was just as comfortable as her bunk. She decided to take a short nap on the robot and then go to her bunk when she could move again.

Drifting into sleep on a haze of bliss, clear notes sprang to Vaquel’s blank mind.

La da da dee da da da da la da da dee da!

“That’s it!” Vaquel shouted. She finally knew the tune! But where was it from?

“What is going on, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“I remember the tune, or song, or whatever it is,” Vaquel said. “I mean, I don’t know what it is, but I remember it all now. La da da dee da da da da la da da dee da.”

“I don’t recognize it, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “It must be from before you met me.”

“Maybe,” Vaquel admitted. It felt more recent than that.

Vaquel felt an inch on her scalp. She reached up to scratch her sweaty pink hair. Instead of moving to her head, her hand went to her breast. Before she realized what was happening, her fingers pinched her tender nipple.

“Ow!” Vaquel cried. A bolt of pain lanced her sensitive nipple. She was stunned to see the cause of her pain was her own pinching fingers!

“Mistress, what is wrong?” Chairbot cried.

“I pinched myself,” Vaquel whispered.

“Wow, Mistress! I thought you were done! Should I recreate the force dildoes?”

“No,” Vaquel snapped. She grabbed her wrist with her other hand. The renegade hand tightened the pinch on Vaquel’s nipple. She gritted her teeth and tried to pull, but it hurt to damn much.

The fingers suddenly let go of Vaquel’s nipple. Both hands sprang back but the errant hand slipped free of Vaquel’s good hand. The free hand swung towards Vaquel’s breast and slapped it with terrible speed.


“FUCK!” Vaquel cried.

Vaquel jumped out of Chairbot. “Queen’s tit, that hurt!” She grabbed her disobeying hand again.

The bad hand swung towards her chest again. It slapped the other breast with terrible force. The slap was bad enough, but the abuse Vaquel gave herself earlier had left her tits in a sensitive state.


“FUCK!” Vaquel yelled again.

“Mistress, stop hitting yourself!” Chairbot yelled.

“I can’t! Something has taken control of my hand!” Vaquel yelled. She pulled on her misbehaving hand with her other hand but it was no use. The bad hand was her dominant hand and it was too strong.

WHAP! WHAP! The evil hand struck each of Vaquel’s tits on the nipple. Pain surged from Vaquel’s breasts to the rest of Vaquel’s body. She dropped to her knees in pain.

“Scanning the ship for unknown energies, Mistress!” Chairbot yelled. “None detected!”

“Someone is doing this,” Vaquel yelled.

The rebel hand grabbed Vaquel’s breast. She pulled as hard as she could but the wicked fingers wouldn’t let go. Sharp nails dug into her abused flesh.

“Shit!” Vaquel yelled. She really regretted pinching and slapping her breasts earlier, even if it got her to her fifth orgasm.

“Scanning your body for foreign objects or energy signatures, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “None detected!”

Vaquel’s hand pulled on her breast. The sharp nails dragged across her previous welts. Every pinch from earlier flared back to life.

“What do you mean, none detected?” Vaquel asked between hissing lips. “Something is controlling me!”

“No, Mistress!” Chairbot corrected. “Whatever is controlling your hand is coming from within your own body!”

“What?” Vaquel said. She was doing this? That’s ridiculous!

Vaquel let go of her bad hand. That was not because she wanted to. Her other hand was acting on its own now!

“Oh shit,” Vaquel said.

The newly rebellious hand ducked down between Vaquel’s thighs. Vaquel was helpless as she felt her fingers touch her exhausted sex. The fingers plunged into her slick pussy.

“Fuck me!” Vaquel yelled. Overwhelming sensations filled Vaquel’s body.

“What should I do, Mistress?” Chairbot yelled.

Vaquel stared at her robot. What should he do? Maybe Vaquel should be restrained. Hell, maybe she should be knocked out. Whatever was happening might pass if she went to sleep. That is what happened to the aliens at the Splurge when it was over.

“It is the Splurge,” Vaquel said between gasps. “The music that was in my head, it must have been my brain trying to interpret the signal. When I first heard it, it was just weird sounds. But that made people horny, why is my body trying to hurt me? That makes no sense.”

Chairbot was uncharacteristically quiet.

Vaquel stared at the robot as her hand plunged deeper inside her tender sex. She was far too sensitive but her pussy clenched in response. Meanwhile, the first hand to turn traitor, twisted her nipple back and forth.

“Say something!” Vaquel yelled.

“Mistress, you enjoy both sadistic and masochistic experiences, but in my estimation, you enjoy indulging your sadistic impulses far more,” Chairbot said.

“Fuck, you’re right,” Vaquel said. “Deep down, I am a mean slut. Shit. I am up against my own cruelty. Fine, I can deal with this. I still got most of my body.”

Vaquel leaned against the wall of her ship. Pushing with her legs, she willed her body to stand up. It wasn’t easy to do with one hand pinching her tit, and it really wasn’t easy with one hand buried in her sex, but she pushed through. It took a minute, but she got to her feet.

“Fuck you, hands!” Vaquel yelled. “Now we’re getting somewhere!”

“What is your plan, Mistress?” Chairbot said.

“First, I need restrain my ha-ACK!”

Vaquel was interrupted by her hand leaving her pussy and coming to her mouth. The slick fingers pried her lips open and forced itself inside. The pussy-soaked hand gagged her mouth. She tried biting down but even though her hands were not under her control, she could still feel them!

“What, Mistress? What did you want to restrain?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel glared at the purple robot. The damn thing was so submissive that it was waiting for her orders before acting. She kicked Chairbot out of frustration.

“Oh, your legs, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “Right away, Mistress!”

The chair spun around and rolled towards Vaquel. Metal bands extended from the arms of the chair. When the bands touched Vaquel’s legs, the metal bands snapped shut around her knees. She was trapped!

Vaquel stared at her robot in disbelief. If she didn’t have a wet hand in her mouth, she would be spitting verbal abuse at him right now.

“I don’t see how this helps, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “Maybe it would be better if you sat down on me.”

A hundred insults sprang to Vaquel’s mind but she forgot them all as the hand on her breast suddenly let go. Where was it going?

The evil hand swung behind Vaquel. It struck the back of her ass with tremendous force.

WHAP! The slap echoed through the probe ship. Pain flared on Vaquel’s buttock. She bit down in pain but then screamed as her teeth sank into her fingers.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The evil hand tore into Vaquel’s ass. Limited in its range of movement, the hand struck the same spot over and over again. The stinging intensified with each strike.

Vaquel desperately tried to escape. She wiggled her legs but Chairbot’s clamps held her tight. Leaning forward just invited a better angle for her hand to hit her ass. Desperate, she trying shifting all of her weight backwards but the capable robot kept her upright.

The spanking stopped. Vaquel blinked back tears that she didn’t know were flowing. The right side of her ass was hotter than a plasma cannon. As bad as her butt hurt, Vaquel was more worried about what was to come next.

The hand reached down and tapped Chairbot’s seat.

“What is that, Mistress?” Chairbot asked. “Do you want me to turn on my vibrators?”

The hand in Vaquel’s mouth nodded Vaquel’s head. Damn her clever subconscious!

“Ok, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “Should I release your legs too?”

The hand nodded Vaquel’s head again.

The clamps popped free. Vaquel tried to step back but nothing happened. A moment later, one of her legs lifted and swung her leg over the side of the chair and against the side of the chair’s back. Vaquel’s legs were no longer under her control!

The arms of the chair swung out of the way. Vaquel watched in horror as her body straddled the vibrating chair. It sat her sore ass down on the vibrating seat.

“MMmmmFF!” Vaquel cried with her hand gagging her mouth. The vibrations agitated her sensitive ass. She tried to lean away from her spanked side but her body refused.

The evil hand tapped the back of the seat.

“Want the back to vibrate too, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel screamed but the hand in her mouth made her nod.

The seat back vibrated to life. Vaquel whimpered as her body leaned into it. Both of her tender breasts pressed into the vibrating surface.

“MMMmmFFmm!” Vaquel swore with a mouth full of her hand.

The vibrations ravaged Vaquel’s tits. Every pinch, every twist and every slap were brought back to life. The massive size of her breasts provided a vast landscape of overwhelming stimulation. The intensity of the vibrations oscillated and moved across the seat back, keeping Vaquel uncertain on what part of her tits would be focused on from second to second.

“Engaging penetration mode, Mistress!” Chairbot announced.

Vaquel’s snarled with her hand in her mouth. The fucker didn’t even ask for permission!

A phallus made of force fields pushed against Vaquel’s pussy. She winced as it slid inside of her tender sex. Every part of her pussy was sore and the simulated dildo was thick enough to touch every millimeter.

It was too much. Vibrations assaulted her abused breasts. A thick force field cock plunged in and out of her. Powerful vibrations burned against her spanked ass.

Vaquel shuddered. Despite the discomfort, her pussy was still wet. No matter the pain in her tits, her nipples were still hard. Regardless of her lack of control, she was still clenching around the force phallus.

Could she come again? No, she is too sore. Her sex is beyond exhausted. There is no way she could come again.

Would that stop her wicked subconscious from trying?

Vaquel knew the answer to that as well.


The hand in Vaquel pulled out of her mouth. She tried to speak but all that came out was a scream as the force field pushed deeper in her sex. Before she could recover, both hands came up and fingers hooked into the sides of her mouth. The hands pulled and stretched her mouth open.

“Airbo!” Vaquel yelled through her open mouth.

Chairbot didn’t respond. Was the robot under the control of the Splurge signal too? Nah, the robot was too blissed out having Vaquel’s ass on him to care.

Vaquel was helpless. She was bound by her own body. There would be no mercy from her subconscious.

A surge of arousal swept through her. Vaquel whimpered. She might be coming again after all. Part of her was amazed but she was also horrified. Coming would not end her ordeal. If anything, it would just make her situation even more unbearable as her body continued to torment her.

Vaquel squirmed against the vibrating chair. It wasn’t by her choice; it was her rebel body. Strong thighs gripped the chair as it grinded against the terrible vibrations.

“Uc!” Vaquel yelled through her open lips.

An orgasm was coming. It was unbearably slow. Vaquel felt like she was caught in a temporal anomaly. Her pussy was clenching with exhausted reluctance. There was that familiar shudder down her spine but it was barely a twitch. She approached the edge of no return but it was so incredibly slow.

Caught in the event horizon of her own orgasm, Vaquel had a sudden epiphany. The Splurge had two signals. One started the Splurge, but the second signal ended it. It should be recorded in her log. If she could speak, she could command the ship’s computer to replay it!

The fingers pulled harder on her lips. Did her subconscious know what she knew? The pain in her mouth was incredible but she had to try.

“Umuher! Pla ack econ ur igna!”

It was useless. Vaquel never realized how hard it was to talk without the use of your lips. Usually when aliens held her mouth open, it was to stick something into it.

Vaquel’s feet planted themselves on the ground. Her back leaned forward so her tits were crushed against the back of Chairbot’s seat. The rest of her body rubbed against the vibrating chair.

Hump by hump, Vaquel approached her orgasm. It was excruciating. The tension in her pussy increased around the thrusting force field. Sensations drowned her body but she felt her climax pushing through the pain, the discomfort and the exhaustion.

Vaquel came. A tiny spark of bliss flared within her. The tension ebbed in the smallest of increments. It was all her body could do.

And yet, Vaquel’s body kept grinding against the chair. The fraction of euphoria that Vaquel felt was obliterated by the powerful vibrations of the chair. There would be no respite for her.

A terrible sound filled the ship. It came from every speaker. The discordant sound vibrated in Vaquel’s skull. A million images flashed through her mind, including a clear blue sky, waves crashing on a beach and some strange canine creature sniffing its own butt.

The vibrations of the chair ceased. Vaquel collapsed limply against the chair. Her fingers released her mouth as her hands dropped to her sides. A shudder ran through her body followed a dozen aches and pains.

“Mistress, are you okay?” Chairbot asked.

“Fuck, no,” Vaquel said. She pushed herself off the back of the chair. Her tits peeled off the plastic surface. It took her a moment to realize she was moving her own body.

“Shit, the signal!” Vaquel said. She stared at her fingers as if she expected them to attack her at any moment.

“Since you were incapable of communicating, I attempted to diagnose and remedy your situation,” Chairbot said. “I determined that you were suffering a side effect from the Splurge signal. To correct it, I connected with your log archives and found the signal that they used to stop the Splurge. I calculated that it would cancel your side-effects.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Vaquel said. She stood up on unsteady legs. More aches pulsed along her body. She took a step and winced.

“Please don’t go, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “You have suffered an ordeal and need time to recover. Why don’t you do it on me? That way I can monitor your recovery.”

Vaquel leaned against the wall. It was a long walk back to her bunk. She almost agreed but something occurred to her.

“When did you figure out the second signal would help me?” Vaquel said.

Chairbot ignored the question. “Please, Mistress. You might fall at any moment.”

“Answer the question!” Vaquel said.

“I determined a solution four seconds after you sat on me, Mistress.”

Vaquel growled. The ass-loving robot had held off on a possible cure because she was on top of him. He wanted to feel her ass clench and squirm over him. The only reason her suffering continued was because of his own selfish desires.

“Good for you,” Vaquel said. “I would have done the same thing.”

Vaquel collapsed onto her Chairbot. The purple robot groaned as her round ass settled onto him.

Oct 022019

Explorer’s log: I have reached the star system designated “No One Knows What it is Like to Anger the Queen Twice,” by Royal Astronomers. This is on the edge of Prober Supreme space and it is easy to see why. There are only two planets in this system and one of them is a close orbiting planetoid that might melt into the star at any moment.

The other planet is a distant rock. The atmosphere appears to be artificially maintained. The population centers around vast strip mines. There are minimal energy signatures, and almost no communication on known broadcast channels. It reminds me of a prison planet, except security appears to be non-existent.

I have decided to investigate this planet up close. Scans show that the mines are focused on various quartzes, but the scans might be missing something. I would hate to think that there was a valuable substance down there that the Queen doesn’t know about. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Mining is hard work and the labor force appears to be entirely organic. Seed-Walkers tend to be a compliant species, but even those fuckers would need some sort of coercion or motivation. If it is motivation, I need to find out what it is and see if I can have some of it.

Vaquel Di stood on an upper level of a strip mine. The distant sun gave everything a dim orange haze. She wore a green skintight space suit to blend in with the dark green dirt but camouflage was unnecessary. Few people gave her a second look, and if they did it was to admire her round ass straining against her suit or the lovely way her heavy breasts jiggled when she walked. For the most part, they saw her light pink hair and shorter stature and assumed she either a mutant or one of the Prober Supreme’ creations.

“This makes no sense,” Vaquel said. She looked around the dusty area. By her count, nearly three hundred Seed-Walkers toiled under the hot sun. Here and there were small metal huts that provided for the miners’ sanitation needs. Attached to the huts were recyclers that provided algae paste for nutrition. That was it for buildings. There was nothing for habitation or entertainment. Where did they sleep? Where did they relax? Did they just work all the time? Why? Was this place a prison after all?

Vaquel looked at nearby robot. It was a shaped like a Seed-Walker, which is to say it was tall and spindly with humanoid features. She thought it was a security guard at first, but it ignored her completely. For that matter, it appeared to ignore everyone. A Seed-Walker sat next to it without fear. If this was a prison, the robot should have encouraged the person back to work.

“This place makes no sense,” Vaquel said again.

Nearby, a trio of Seed-Walkers picked away at a wall with their hammers. They were two men and a woman. Muscles bulged on all of them. One of the men was missing an ear and the woman had a long scar down her back. Their clothes were barely more than rags but they laughed and smiled as they worked.

Across from the trio, a dozen Seed-Walkers stood in line at a sanitation hut. As they waited, some of the Seed-Walkers would briefly leave the line to pick at the ground for a speck of quartz. After dropping their find in a cart, they would rejoin the line and no one begrudged them resuming their place. These fuckers were so happy to work that they even worked on their shit-breaks.

Vaquel saw an exhausted looking Seed-Walker fall to the ground. The heavy rock he was carrying made a small crater when he dropped it. Undaunted, the tired Seed-Walker got back up and lifted it again. He had a goofy smile on his face as he looked up at the sun.

“Let me help,” Vaquel said. This would give her a chance to interview one of these weirdoes. She took the rock from his hands. It wasn’t that heavy after all. The Seed-Walker must have dropped it out of fatigue. Vaquel carried it onto a nearby cart.

“Thanks,” the Seed-Walker said. He had yellow skin that contrasted with the green dirt on him. He turned to go but paused to stare at Vaquel’s chest, and then her hair. “Are you new here?”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. “I, uh, came in with some others. My name is Vaquel.”

“My name is Dicentrus,” the Seed-Walker said. “I am glad we finally got some replacements. We had some casualties last week. The robots are supposed to keep things from getting non-lethal but accidents happen.”

“They don’t seem very active,” Vaquel said.

Dicentrus smiled. “Why would they be active now? We’re working!”

“Which reminds me,” Vaquel said. “Where are we supposed to sleep? And what do we do for fun?”

Dicentrus’ smile turned into a laugh. “You didn’t pay attention to orientation, did you? Don’t feel bad, I didn’t either. Boy, did my ass pay for that! I could explain it, but it will be easier if you just wait. The sun is about to set and you will find out in a hurry. Although, I would take off that outfit, unless you really like wearing tight clothes. We don’t judge here.”

Before Vaquel could answer, a loud horn sounded across the mines. The sound came from the robots. At the sound of the horns, the miners put down their tools and cheered.

“Attention!” the robots announced. “Splurge is about to commence in fifty seconds!”

“Splurge? What is that? Is it a rest break?” Vaquel asked.

Dicentrus laughed. “Not at all. In fact, now is when you really work up a sweat.”

All across the strip mine, loading carts buzzed to life. Small jets emerged on every cart. The carts flew into the air and traveled away from the mine at high speeds.

“The Splurge is about to commence!” the robots announced. “Thank the Prober Supreme!”

Three hundred voices yelled, “Thank you, Proper Supreme!”

“Hey, give me a quick preview,” Vaquel said to Dicentrus.

The Seed-Walker shook his head. “Too late,” he said.

New sounds blasted from the robots. It was chaotic and deafening. To Vaquel, it sounded like a thousand different songs being played at once.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. She clamped her hands over her ears, but it didn’t help. The sound seemed to penetrate her skull.

Images filled Vaquel’s mind. She saw a hundred carnal acts in a few seconds. The urge to eat, sleep and fuck slammed into her at the same time. A surge of desire filled her sex but she also had an inexplicable craving for the smell of fresh laundry. She fell to her knees, still clutching her ears.

The Seed-Walkers reacted as well. They stood up straight and lifted their arms. Limbs shook violently. Many collapsed.

Dicentrus stayed on his feet. The peaceful smile was replaced with a cruel snarl. He tore away the rag between his legs to reveal a thick cock. The phallus bounced and twitched like a live wire.

Vaquel’s training took over. To calm her mind, she focused on her breathing. To ground her body, she pinched one nipple and then another. Most of all, she pictured Queen Erishella in all of her glory and how angry the Queen would be if Vaquel failed her mission.

The screeching sounds stopped. The conflicting stimuli faded from Vaquel’s body but the horniness remained.

“Some kind of subliminal transmission,” Vaquel whispered on her knees. She timidly pulled her hands from ears. “It didn’t mesh with my Euphorian brain chemistry, but I still felt it. Fuck, what was it supposed to do?”

Dicentrus stood over Vaquel. He had his yellow phallus in hand and was jerking it at a rapid pace. The exhaustion from earlier was gone. He was nearly vibrating with energy.

“Welcome to the Splurge, fuck-face!” Dicentrus yelled.

The Seed-Walker grabbed Vaquel by her hair with both hands. She let Dicentrus pull her face to his twitching cock. Confusion muddied Vaquel’s mind but there was no denying how horny she was. Her lips opened and she took the thick member deep into her throat.

“Fuck-face! Fuck-face! Fuck-face!” Dicentrus yelled and he did. His hips swung back and forth as he pounded Vaquel’s face. He tightened his grip in Vaquel’s short pink hair with manic strength. The pods of his scrotum bounced rapidly against her chin.

Vaquel took it. Her jaw went slack and drool fell from her lips. The Seed-Walker’s cock was dirty and grit covered her tongue. Pain shot through her scalp as Dicentrus nearly pulled her hair from its roots.

There was a scream from somewhere. It sounded happy.

Someone else screamed. It was not happy at all.

Vaquel looked up at Dicentrus. There was a vibrancy to him that was missing before. Earlier he looked like he was close to being worked to death. Now he reminded her of Royal Navy personnel with their first visit to the Navy brothel.

“Yeah, choke on it you brown Fuck-face!” Dicentrus yelled. He pulled Vaquel’s face to his crotch and pinned her there. His cock throbbed against the back of her throat. He let go of her hair with one hand to pinch her nose shut.

Vaquel struggled to breathe. A dozen self-defense techniques came to mind but the heat in her pussy was greater. She reached between her legs and pressed down on the spacesuit covering her sex. It would only take a press of a button to open her spacesuit but Vaquel couldn’t wait that long. She rubbed her sex through the flimsy material with passionate speed.

Dicentrus grinded into Vaquel’s face. His bulky cock choked her mouth. The lack of air caused her tongue to feel thick. Fire burned in her lungs.

Vaquel kept stroking.

The fingers let go of her nose. Air came rushing back into Vaquel. She coughed but Dicentrus kept her tight against his crotch.

Vaquel stroked harder.

A cry of passion echoed across the mine. Something heavy slammed into something fragile and there was the sound of breaking construction. A scream of terror was cut off abruptly.

Vaquel desperately wanted to see what was happening around her but all she could see was Dicentrus’ crotch. She assumed that people were fucking but the sounds suggested violence as well. These Seed-Walkers really knew how to have fun.

Dicentrus pulled Vaquel away from his crotch. The thick cock left her mouth and Vaquel was aware of how sore her jaw was. He held her by the hair with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. The yellow phallus was pointed right at her eyes.

“Oh shit,” Vaquel whispered. The cock twitched and surged. She shut her eyes as the first blast of seed sprayed against her face. It splattered against her clenched eye. Dicentrus released four more loads unto her face before finally letting go of her hair.

Vaquel was blind. Alien semen coated her eyes and she had no interest in finding out how it would react with her biology. Her one hand still rubbing at her covered pussy, she fumbled around her belt for a sanitation sponge.

“Hey Biv, check the ass on this one!” a voice yelled in front of Vaquel. Large hands grabbed Vaquel under her shoulders. She was lifted off the ground. Vaquel could no longer reach her pussy or her belt.

“I don’t recognize her, must be a new one,” a woman’s voice said. “She still got clothes on.”

“Don’t matter to me,” the man said. “I still want to spank that double sphere ass!”

“Bend her over that rock!” the woman yelled.

Before Vaquel could say anything, she was tossed through the air. As she fell to the ground, something hard hit her in the stomach. All the air rushed out of her as she folded over a large hard surface. It must be the rock.

A strong hand pushed down on her back. “I’m getting some of this!” the man yelled.

THUMP! A large flat hand smacked into Vaquel’s ass. The thin spacesuit provided no protection. The impact threatened to flatten Vaquel’s round buttocks.

“Hey, sphere-ass got her face plastered,” the woman said. Strong hands took hold of both sides of Vaquel’s face and held her in place.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The man didn’t answer. He was too busy slapping Vaquel’s ass with his wide hand. The slaps alternated between both sides of her ass; keeping her buttocks in a constant state of jiggling.

Something pressed into Vaquel’s face. It started at her cheek and swiped up over her clenched eyes. It was the woman’s tongue.

Vaquel moaned. The slapping of her ass hadn’t stopped her arousal. In fact, it only made her more aware of how turned on she was. Each thudding slap forced her clothed pussy to grind against the irregular rock that she was on.

The woman’s tongue on her face didn’t help either. The tongue was long and very thorough. Vaquel couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like between her thighs. She opened her mouth to kiss the cleaning tongue, but it had no interest in her lips; only the alien seed covering her face.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The spanking continued. Vaquel’s ass burned like a spaceship on a bad re-entry. Each buttock took an identical pounding.

“Where do these fuckers find the energy?” Vaquel wondered. She had watched the miners work, none of them were slackers. The audio signal that triggered the Splurge must have also triggered the Seed-Walkers’ glands to energize their bodies.

The woman licked the last of the seed from Vaquel’s eyes. Vaquel cautiously opened her eyelids and blinked a few times. A deep red Seed-Walker with thin lips, a broken nose and manic eyes stared at her. She still had Vaquel’s face trapped between her hands.

Vaquel stared back. The woman didn’t blink.

“Uh, thanks?” Vaquel said.

The woman twisted Vaquel’s ears. Pain lanced both sides of Vaquel’s head.

“FUCK!” Vaquel yelled.

The woman laughed and kept twisting.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The spanking of Vaquel’s ass increased in force.

“Make her scream, Biv!” the man yelled.

“Fuck this,” Vaquel said. She reached for her belt and pulled out her shock baton. A flick of her wrist caused the small rod to extend to a third of a meter. Once extended, Vaquel slammed the end of the baton into the woman’s side.

The woman screamed. She let go of Vaquel’s ears and dropped to the ground in a twitching heap.

“Biv!” the man yelled. Instead of going to the woman’s aid, he slapped Vaquel’s ass one more time.


“That’s all you get, asshole!” Vaquel said. She swung the shock baton back and hit the man on the leg. The pressure on her back was gone as the man dropped to the ground and twitched.

Vaquel pealed herself off the rock. Her ass hurt with every movement. She looked at the Seed-Walker that had been spanking her. He was a dark green color covered in yellow hair on his shoulders. She couldn’t help noticing how thick his arms were. No wonder her ass hurt so much!

A shadow loomed over Vaquel. She turned to see a robot standing behind her. It held out a hand. The palm of the hand glowed as if it was charging a weapon.

“Disarm yourself,” the robot said. “Weapons are not allowed during the Splurge. Failure to comply with result in termination.”

Vaquel flicked her wrist and the shock baton shrunk back into her hand. The robot lowered its hand. A scream came from afar and the robot strode towards it.

The strip mine looked like a battlefield. Seed-Walkers fucked other Seed-Walkers. Some of the miners were openly fighting each other as robots watched. Bodies littered the ground and Vaquel couldn’t tell if they were unconscious or worse. One of the sanitation huts was on fire.

A naked woman ran up to Vaquel. She stopped a few meters away, pointed at her own hairy crotch and then ran away. Exposing herself seemed to give the woman great joy.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. She had rarely seen such a display of hedonism and violence. It was as if everyone was indulging their deepest desires without fear or consequences. If that desire involved hurting someone else, then that person better watch out. For Vaquel’s safety, she should leave the area and get back to her ship.

Vaquel stayed where she was. Her jaw hurt, her ears stung and her ass felt worse but there was the issue of her pussy. It was wet and by the Queen, she would not leave this planet until she got her own satisfaction.

The horny explorer looked around for a suitable partner. She ruled out the two men filling the holes of a third man. There was an attractive alien woman to her left, but she was having a bit too much fun playing with the blood of an unconscious man. Over to her right, two naked miners fucked each other with loud passion, but they also took turns strangling each other. Vaquel just wanted to fuck.

“When in the Splurge, you got to take what you want,” Vaquel theorized.

A slender Seed-Walker caught her eye. He was tall, green and had abnormally thick wrists. The man stood a few meters away from the fucking couple as he stroked his long cock. His eyes were glued to the couple.

“Shit, if he isn’t using that cock, I will,” Vaquel said. She walked over to the Seed-Walker and pressed a button on her belt. A seam appeared in her spacesuit over her crotch. She tugged the material aside to reveal the pink pubic hair of her bush.

“Hey!” Vaquel yelled at the stroker. “Why watch when you can shove it in here?”

The green Seed-Walker glanced at Vaquel’s crotch. He stroked himself a few times as he stared at her sex, but then shrugged and resumed watching the couple.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. She had been rejected at a subliminal orgy of uninhibited passion. This just became personal.

Vaquel stuck her fingers in her soaking wet sex. As the Seed-Walker continued to stroke himself, Vaquel stroked as well. When her fingers were soaking wet, she grabbed the head of the Seed-Walker’s phallus. The Seed-Walker froze in mid-stroke and moaned.

“Yeah, feels better with pussy juice, doesn’t it?” Vaquel said.

The Seed-Walker grunted. He also resumed stroking his member while staring at the couple.

Vaquel frowned. Did the Splurge cause brain damage? It was unlikely. The other Seed-Walkers seemed intelligent, even when they were spanking her. Maybe he just didn’t find her attractive.

She squeezed the tip of the cock that she was holding. The Seed-Walker pumped the length of his shaft. The Seed-Walker might be an idiot, but she wasn’t willing to let go of that phallus.

“You are damn lucky that you have a nice cock,” Vaquel said. She let go of his cock and turned her back to him. Bending forward, she reached between her legs and grabbed the head of his member. She slowly backed up and guided the head of his shaft into her pussy lips.

The wide member filled Vaquel’s sex. She backed up and took more of the voyeur’s cock. Eventually, the Seed-Walker had to let go of his cock because there was no more to hold onto.

The Seed-Walker grabbed Vaquel’s hips. Refusing to thrust, the miner pulled Vaquel back onto his cock and then slid her forward. He repeated the motion, using Vaquel’s pussy to jack his cock.

“Yes!” Vaquel cried. It was hard on her knees but she took it. Her breasts bounced within her spacesuit. The collision of her spanked ass on the Seed-Walker’s pelvis made her wince, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of having that thick shaft inside of her.

Oblivious to Vaquel and the voyeur, the couple continued to fuck. The light red man held the darker red woman in the air. His hands were clamped around her buttocks as he fucked her. The woman dragged her fingernails over the man’s bald head, leaving deep gouges with every scratch.

“Okay, that is pretty fucking hot,” Vaquel admitted.

The voyeur slammed Vaquel faster. Like the rest of the Splurge-affected Seed-Walkers, he seemed to have endless endurance. His hands dug painfully into Vaquel’s hips as he used her body to pump his cock.

The relentless penetration sent Vaquel over the edge. A powerful orgasm crashed into her body. She went weak in the knees, but the voyeur held her up as he continued to use her.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The phallus inside her pulsed. The voyeur actually used his hips to thrust into her. The fingers around her waist tightened as the cock released a load of seed inside of her.

“Oh-oh-oh!” the Seed-Walker cried.

The alien pushed Vaquel off his cock and she fell to the ground. The rocky surface crushed her plump breasts as she fell onto top of them. Seed spilled out of her pussy from the impact.

Vaquel looked behind her. The Seed-Walker returned his hand to his cock. It continued to come as he kept stroking. More seed rained down on top of her. Vaquel stayed on the ground and let the seed splatter against her spacesuit-covered ass.

Horns blasted across the strip mine, followed by another announcement. “The Splurge has now ended.”

The discordant audio broadcast returned. Vaquel clamped her hands over her ears as the sound vibrated in her skull. Images and thoughts filled her mind, mostly of night skies, soft grass and weirdly, a red feline creature washing itself.

Mercifully, it was a much shorter broadcast than the one from before. It was over in a few seconds. Vaquel cautiously pulled her hands from her ears and looked around.

The Seed-Walkers had collapsed. Everywhere that Vaquel looked, the aliens laid on the ground. Snores rose and a quick check of her wrist scanner told Vaquel that they were sleeping. Some of the sleepers were on top of others, and the robots were gently digging people out to lay uncrushed.

The voyeur that Vaquel had fucked was on the ground with his hand still on his cock. A blissful smile was spread across his sleeping face. Vaquel kicked his leg but he stayed asleep. She had a feeling that his induced slumber wouldn’t end until the robots broadcasted another signal.

A nearby robot turned towards Vaquel. “Rest cycle has commenced. Lay down at once!”

Vaquel sat back down on the ground. As the robot approached, she closed her eyes. That was enough for the robot to stop and stride away.

Opening one eye, Vaquel spied on the robots. Several were putting out the fire on the recycling hut. Two other robots were building a replacement hut. The rest of the robots performed medical aid to some of the sleeping Seed-Walkers.

“This is my chance,” Vaquel thought. “I could slip away and get back to my ship while the robots are distracted.”

She reached down between her legs and touched her sex. It was tender to the touch. She thought about how hard she had to work just to get fucked. If she had known what the Splurge was, she would have done things differently.

Vaquel closed her eye and relaxed. The Splurge was certainly an interesting way to control a labor force. She would be a bad explorer if she didn’t learn more about it.

For the glory of her Queen, Vaquel decided that she could stay one more day.

Sep 042019

Explorer’s log: I am on day thirty of my thirty-three day journey to the star system designated “No One Knows What it is Like to Anger the Queen Twice,” by Royal Astronomers. Systems are optimal and scans are ahead of schedule.

An hour ago, I intercepted a distress call from a Prober Supreme saucer. The message is as follows:

“Redshift Alert! Experiment G47 has escaped! Containment procedures have failed! Repeat, containment procedures have failed! The brain stem implant has been rejected! Send reinforcements!”

The transmission abruptly ended. Scans indicate that the source of transmission, a three-kilometer wide saucer, imploded.

Further scans show that three saucers of similar size responded to the call and rendezvoused with the saucer’s last location. One saucer imploded, a second exploded and the third saucer ceased to exist in any scannable form.

More saucers are on their way to intercept. Royal Navy protocols suggest that I stay the fuck away from such a dangerous occurrence but I will attempt to monitor the situation from a safe distance. The Prober Supremes’ forces are in many ways our technological equal and in some cases, superior. If something can easily destroy their War-Science ships, then we need to know what it is so we can duplicate it.

This will be dangerous, but I would be shirking my duty to the Queen if I do not attempt it. End Explorer’s Log

Explorer’s Personal Log: Thirty days of staring at radiations readings with no company except for a horny chair has nearly killed me with boredom. A good space slaughter will be fun to watch. Also, I can’t ignore the Royal Navy bonus for the discovery of any weaponizable phenomenon. When I get home, I want to be able to afford all the bed-slaves I can get.

Vaquel Di sat in the navigation pod. Her naked brown legs were wide open with her feet resting on the control panel. She had one hand between her thighs and stroked the thick pink bush of her pubic hair. The other hand cupped a full brown breast while teasing her nipple with her palm. She brushed a strand of her short pink hair from her face as she focused on the display screen.

Three large saucers slowly circled a central point. The probe ship’s highly calibrated scanners couldn’t get a consistent reading on the central point. Sometimes it read as a single Seed-Walker, the dominant intelligent species in this part of the galaxy. At other times, the scanners thought the central point was a black hole, an emitter of cosmic rays or a really small bush.

A tiny saucer emerged from one of the small saucers. It sped along like a missile towards the central point. Multiple laser beams fired from the small saucer. The beams stopped in mid-flight and turned into spinning circles.

Vaquel idly rubbed her pussy and looked at a scanner reading. The circles were the result of the laser shots endlessly deflected into a tight circumference.

“What the fuck?” Vaquel whispered.

Suddenly, the spinning lasers redirected towards the tiny saucer. The lasers defied the laws of physics and slammed into the hull of the saucer, came out the other side and then turned back into the saucer to slice it from another angle.

Multiple explosions rocked the small saucer and it flew apart. The lasers flattened into straight lines and shot harmlessly into space.

Vaquel’s seat buzzed to life. Powerful vibrational motors massaged her wide buttocks. A small ridge formed from the seat and pressed against Vaquel’s sex.

“Queen’s tit!” she moaned. She shuddered in pleasure but kept her eye on the scanners.

Chairbot, the purple robot that Vaquel was sitting on, also watched the scanner. He had been instructed to provide stimulation every time a saucer was destroyed. It was just one of the many games he played with Vaquel to keep the explorer entertained.

The three large saucers responded. Fleets of tiny saucers emerged from all three crafts. The armadas converged on the central point like a swarm. Instead of lasers, they fired multiple missiles, each missile barely the size of Vaquel’s hand but capable of punching through the thickest armor.

An orange glow emitted from the central point. Scanners reported a spike in quantum radiation. The saucers closest to the glowing point were sheathed in flames. The burning saucers drifted to a halt. Saucers close to the burning saucers caught fire and stopped as well. In less than a minute, every one of the small saucers were aflame and adrift.

Chairbot’s vibrators went into overdrive. Vaquel cried out as a vibrating column rose from the seat and pressed against her asshole. The vibrations fluctuated wildly and Vaquel writhed in her seat.

Despite the wet mess that Chairbot was reducing her to, Vaquel kept reading the scans. This was impossible. Fires don’t burn in space, but yet these were. Readings scrolled across the screen as it reported the alloys, and crew, of the saucers combusting.

The large saucers responded. A barrage of lasers, missiles and mass drivers emitted from each ship. Enough firepower to lay waste to a planet converged on the tiny central point that the scanners confidently reported was just a really well hydrated tree.

There was a flash of orange from the central point. Missiles exploded at the target destination but Vaquel’s scanners reported that this was because the missiles had come in contact with ordinance from the other saucers. There was nothing for the barrage to hit.

One of the giant saucers exploded. There was no shockwave or detonation. It simply ceased to be a coherent ship and every piece, and crew member, flew in different direction away from each other. All that remained was a glowing orange point

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered.

Chairbot protruded a pseudo-phallus from his seat into Vaquel’s pussy. She gripped the arms of the chair as the thick dildo buzzed within her. The dildo slid in and out at a slow but delicious pace.

On screen, the glowing point moved towards another saucer. The giant saucer tried to redirect its fire to the glowing point. It was pointless. As the glowing point came nearer, the saucer fell apart in a similar manner to the other saucer. It only took seconds before the second saucer was completely dismantled.

“This is bad,” Vaquel said “This is an Extinction-level power. We need to ah!”

Vaquel was interrupted by Chairbot’s latest modification, a rotating phallus at Vaquel’s asshole. The phallus pushed into her tight hole and now the robot had penetrated her a second time. The two cocks worked together so one was always pushing in while the other pushed out.

The third saucer had no such distractions. It ceased firing and a green glow surrounded it. Scanners indicated that the saucer was preparing some sort of jump drive by opening a controlled wormhole. It was clearly trying to escape.

A beam of light struck from the glowing orange point. The beam was red and bisected the saucer. The artificial wormhole collapsed on itself, taking out the center third of the saucer. The remaining ring of leftover saucer drifted briefly before exploding from catastrophic failures.

Chairbot acknowledged the disastrous loss of life and materials by increasing the vibrations of the pseudo-cocks inside Vaquel. The phallus in Vaquel’s sex thickened in size while the one in her anus became slenderer as it plunged deeper. The variations in size were calculated based on years of serving as Vaquel’s personal seat.

Vaquel climaxed. She came as the third saucer shook from secondary explosions. Her toes curled and her eyes clenched shut. She rode the twin cocks through her orgasm and then onto a second one.

“Proximity Alert!” the computer system warned. “Field of flowers rapidly approaching!”

Vaquel’s eyes popped back open. The orange glowing point grew larger. It was moving at incredible speeds towards them despite the many cloaking counter-measures that the probe ship employed.

“Chairbot, stop!” Vaquel said.

“Awww,” Chairbot whined. The cocks retracted from Vaquel’s sex and merged back with the robot’s seat.

Vaquel sat up in the soaking wet seat. She typed rapid commands into the computer. Solar sails extended. A course was laid in for the opposite direction. She almost brought the weapons online but considered that a waste of power. Nothing on her ship could compare to what the unknown entity had already ignored.

An orange glow shone through the viewport. Vaquel shielded her eyes and peeked through her fingers. She could just make out the shape of a Seed-Walker female. White stars blazed in their eyes. Long slender legs slowly kicked as if she was swimming. The creature was naked and hovered a meter away from the ship.

Vaquel froze in place. She had just watched this creature wipe out countless ships. What should Vaquel do? Fleeing seemed unlikely. Attacking would be suicidal. That left talking to it. What does one say to a glowing naked woman?

“Hey,” Vaquel said. She raised her hand in greeting. “You have nice legs.”

The orange woman drifted closer. The front of Vaquel’s probe ship came apart to accommodate her. Warning klaxons blared at the loss of atmospheric pressure. The air rushed past Vaquel for a second and then stopped. The warning alarms ceased as they flew apart.

Vaquel jumped from Chairbot. She reached for her space helmet as the glassteel bubble shattered into a hundred floating pieces. Her hand went to her belt to activate her spacesuit but the belt disassembled before she could touch it.

“Fucking fuck,” Vaquel swore. She was about to get exposed to the vacuum of space butt-naked.

The glowing woman came closer. Her star eyes flared. She reached out a hand.

“Run, Mistress!” Chairbot yelled. The robot chair rolled forward and charged the glowing woman.

The strange woman didn’t slow down. Chairbot came within a meter of her and then flew apart. Purple fragments of the robot went in all directions.

“Chairbot!” Vaquel screamed. Everything turned red. Vaquel grabbed a piece of the hull and swung it at the glowing woman. The hull fragment vaporized before it touched her. Undeterred, Vaquel lunged forward with a punch.

The glowing woman clenched her open hand. Vaquel froze in place. More of the probe ship exploded around them. Piece by piece, it shattered. As Vaquel watched with frozen eyes, the ship broke apart down to the tiniest level until Vaquel and the glowing woman were left alone in the darkness of space.

Vaquel took a deep breath. What was she breathing? Why hadn’t her eyes frozen?

The glowing woman drifted closer. There was a curious expression on her face, though it was hard to tell any sort of expression from someone with stars for eyes. The glowing woman touched her own small orange breast, and then touched Vaquel’s much larger brown breast.

Vaquel watched the woman poke her breast. She could move again. The rage from Chairbot’s death gave way to fear. What was going on? How much longer did Vaquel have to live?

The glowing woman poked Vaquel’s breast again. “Name,” the glowing woman said.

How could Vaquel hear anything in space? Fuck it, it didn’t matter. “Vaquel,” she answered.

The glowing woman poked Vaquel’s other breast. The brown mass jiggled in the absence of gravity. At the same time, the glowing woman poked her own breast. There was a lot less jiggling.

Vaquel forced herself to stay calm as she slowly touched the glowing woman’s hand. The glowing woman offered no resistance as Vaquel guided her hand to Vaquel’s breast. Gently manipulating her fingers, Vaquel cupped the woman’s fingers over her breast.

“Name,” the glowing woman said again.

“Vaquel,” Vaquel answered, a little slower this time.

The glowing woman squeezed Vaquel’s breast. She gasped as her fingers sunk into the brown flesh. Her eyes flared as she gently kneaded the breast in her hand.

“Okay, I’m not dead yet,” Vaquel whispered. The remnants of her ship continued to drift away into the void.

“Name,” the glowing woman said again.

“Va-quel,” Vaquel said again.

The glowing woman moved one of her hands from Vaquel’s breast. It moved down to Vaquel’s hip and squeezed. The glowing woman opened her mouth in what may have been a sigh but there was no sound.

“If you like that, try my ass,” Vaquel said. Turning slightly, Vaquel carefully moved the woman’s hand from Vaquel’s hip to her ass.

The glowing woman’s fingers squeezed. A corner of her mouth turned upwards. She squeezed again and her mouth smiled. The hand slowly clenched and unclenched Vaquel’s ass.

“There you go,” Vaquel said. “Every species loves my tits and ass.”

“What name,” the glowing woman said.

“What do you mean?” Vaquel said. “Tits and ass? See, this is my tit, and this over here is my ass.”

The glowing woman stopped clenching with her hands. Vaquel was worried that she said something wrong. Before the explorer could say anything, the glowing woman changed her grip on Vaquel’s ass to just a thumb and index finger.

Vaquel felt a pinch on her ass. “Ow!” she shouted.

The glowing woman nodded. She changed her grip on Vaquel’s breast to a pinch on Vaquel’s nipple. Staring at Vaquel with her unreadable star-eyes, she pinched Vaquel’s nipple and ass at the same time.

Vaquel winced. “Sure, pinch me all you want. Just let me keep breathing. Also, maybe drop me off on a planet?”

The glowing woman pinched Vaquel’s ass. Then she pinched Vaquel’s nipple. Back and forth she went for several cycles of pinching.

Vaquel took it. She was still riding the bliss of her earlier orgasm. The pinches grew stronger but one glance at the rapidly disappearing debris cloud of her probe ship was enough to remind her to keep quiet.

“What name,” the glowing woman asked.

“I have no fucking idea what you want,” Vaquel answered.

The glowing woman paused. Her face tensed as if she was concentrating. Maybe she didn’t know what she wanted either.

Or maybe she was getting ready to take Vaquel apart like she did her ship.

Vaquel placed her hand over the glowing hand on her breast. Gently and as cautiously as she could, she pulled the woman’s hand from her breast and brought it down between Vaquel’s thighs. She pressed the powerful woman’s fingers to her wet lips.

The glowing woman’s face relaxed. Her mouth opened. One finger pushed into Vaquel’s pussy.

“Like that?” Vaquel said. She certainly hoped the glowing woman did. People didn’t destroy things they enjoyed touching.

The glowing woman said nothing. Her fingers on Vaquel’s ass continued to pinch. She slid a second finger into Vaquel’s sex. The two fingers touched and explored the clenching tunnel.

Vaquel shuddered. She reached out for the glowing woman’s breast. It was softer than she was expecting. She run her thumb over the nipple and it hardened instantly.

“What is name?” the glowing woman asked. Her fingers continued to pinch and wiggle.

“Well, a name is a designation for-Ahh, for what you call something,” Vaquel said.

The glowing woman nodded. She looked down at Vaquel’s sex and her wrist began to twist. It was a simple but effective motion. She repeated it as her fingers turned inside Vaquel.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel moaned. A little bit of her fear gave way to arousal.

Vaquel returned the favor by touching the glowing woman’s bare sex. It was warm to the touch. She slipped a finger in and found the glowing woman curiously dry. Pulling her finger out, Vaquel rubbed the outside lips of the woman’s sex with tender care.

“What,” the glowing woman gasped.

Vaquel felt moisture on her fingers. She kept rubbing and the dampness grew. When she slipped her finger back into the glowing woman’s pussy, wet heat clenched back.

“That didn’t take you long at all,” Vaquel said.

“What is name?” the glowing woman moaned.

“What is name, indeed,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel slid her fingers in and out of the glowing woman’s pussy. The glowing woman did the same to Vaquel. As Vaquel rolled her hips in response, the glowing woman’s hips mirrored the motion.

“There you go,” Vaquel said. “You are a quick learner. Or maybe you already knew how to do this but just forgot. That wrist thing you are doing is perfect.”

The glowing woman moaned. Her eyelids closed but the stars shone through them. She kept pinching Vaquel’s ass but the pinches were in harmony with the fingers thrusting into Vaquel’s sex.

Vaquel moaned. Every sting of pain from the pinching was answered by a stroke of pleasure in her pussy. She found it hard to focus on her own hand inside the glowing woman but she pushed through. Keeping the glowing woman aroused was the only plan she had.

The sound of pussy stroking and moaning surrounded Vaquel and the glowing woman. Once again, Vaquel wondered how she could hear anything in the vacuum of space. For that matter, how was she breathing? Did the glowing woman exert some sort of artificial atmosphere? How the fuck did she do that?

A deep thrust from the glowing woman’s hand interrupted Vaquel’s thoughts. She was already sensitive from coming earlier and the glowing woman was bringing her to another. Vaquel had lost everything today; her ship, her mission and Chairbot, but she was going to get one more orgasm before her life was finished.

Vaquel was also going to make this weird woman come. She had no hope of ever destroying this powerful entity but she could make sure that she got the woman off. That way, the woman would at least regret it when she broke Vaquel down to her component atoms.

The glowing woman glowed brighter. Her eyes opened and the stars pulsed. She shuddered and her pussy clenched down hard.

Vaquel kept stroking. So did the glowing woman. The two of them stroked each other to their climaxes,

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Pleasure filled her body, perhaps for the last time.

“What is name!” the glowing woman screamed. Her orange body brightened like a plasma explosion.

Vaquel pulled her fingers from the glowing woman’s pussy and shielded her eyes. She felt the woman’s fingers leave her. Vaquel drifted in space as she tried to block the light with both hands.

The light faded. Vaquel blinked but orange spots dominated her vision.

A hand touched Vaquel’s shoulder. The fingers were wet.

“What is MY name?” the glowing woman said.

The orange spots vanished. Vaquel’s shoulder tingled from where the glowing woman touched her. The glowing woman stared at Vaquel with fading stars for eyes.

“Uh, the distress signal called you an experiment,” Vaquel said. “I think it was Experiment G-47.”

“Yes,” the glowing woman said. “They called me G-47 but my name is Rudbecki. Rudbecki . . .something.”

“Hey, good for you,” Vaquel said. “I’m sure you will remember the rest.”

Rudbecki blinked and her eyes became normal, although they still had a faint white glow. “Who are you? You are not a Seed-Walker.”

“No, I’m Vaquel,” she said. “I am an explorer from the planet of Euphoria. I was merely observing the distress call.”

“Oh,” Rudbecki said. “I thought you might have been a specimen collector. I am sorry. Let me fix this.”

“Well, unless you can put my ship back-Queen’s tit!”

Debris from every direction rushed towards Vaquel and Rudbecki. As the debris pulled inwards, it reassembled itself. In less than ten breaths, the probe ship formed around the two.

“Fuck,” Vaquel gasped. She was standing in the center of the crew quarters. Cold metal touched her feet. Vaquel had never been so happy to hear the hum of the ship around her.

“No, not now,” Rudbecki said. “I have to process these feelings. Regain my memories. Understand what I can do. Decide my future.”

“Okay,” Vaquel said. “Uh, need any help?”

Rudbecki looked at Vaquel. The white glow of her eyes flared. “No, I don’t think I ever will.”

The glowing woman floated upwards. The hull of the probe ship parted to let her pass and then came back together after she was gone. Vaquel was alone.

“Mistress!” a voice cried out. The door to the navigation pod opened. Chairbot rolled out and charged into the crew quarters.

“Chairbot!” Vaquel yelled. She ran towards the purple robot and jumped on his seat. She wrapped her arms and legs around the back of the chair.

“Wow, Mistress! You have never shown this much affection before! What happened? I remember having a catastrophic system failure and then I was in the navigation pod alone!”

Vaquel unwrapped herself from the chair. There was a tremor in her chest that she didn’t recognize. She did not like the feeling so she pushed it down.

“Nothing happened,” Vaquel said. There was a catch in her voice. “One of the Prober Supremes’ experiments got loose and paralyzed the ship. I gave her a stern lecture and put her in her place. She left and brought everything online.

“I wish I could have seen that!” Chairbot said. “Why did you jump on me?”

Vaquel glared at the robot. “How dare you question me!”

“Oh, sorry, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “Please sit on me and let me apologize for my misbehavior by bringing you to climax!”

Something stung Vaquel’s eye. “I will allow this,” she said as she sat down on Chairbot.

Aug 072019

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “No Choice of Words Could Break You from the Queen” by Royal Astronomers. There are three planets in this system. The first and second planets appear to be dedicated to mining the resources within. The third world is curious as it is surrounded by beacons announcing that it has been quarantined on order of the Prober Supreme. According to the date listed in the quarantine message, the world has been off-limits for over a thousand years.

There is no reason given for the quarantine but the planet is a mess. The orbiting moon is broken in half. The remains of cites are either underwater or abandoned. Scans show rampant mutations among the organic life. Energy readings reveal what is either advanced sciences or strange new anomalies.

It does make me wonder why the Prober Supreme, a being obsessed with scientific advancement, would stay away from such a curious world. For the glory of Queen Erishella, I will brave this horrific place to find the answer. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I am picking up signs of Seed-Walker life, although much of it is mutated. That’s fine with me. I can fuck a mutant Seed-Walker just as easily as a normal one.

Vaquel Di studied the ruins wall. A thick jungle filled the area but this wall still stood. The wall was made of metal and showed signs of rust. Graffiti written on the surface urged people to save the behemoths, whatever that was. There was a crater where a large ballistic round, or a monstrous fist, had smashed into the metal. Red vines clung to the wall, soaking in the harsh sunlight.

“I’m surprised the wall is still standing,” Vaquel said out loud. Whatever the wall connected to was long gone, but this four-meter tall section was still here. It was a silent testament to the concepts of endurance and mortality.

Such reflections were lost on Vaquel. The space explorer was in a state of arousal and frustration. The skintight purple spacesuit that covered her body teased her with every movement. Using her arms caused the material to tighten across her sensitive breasts. Walking resulted in the suit riding up the crack of her abundant ass. Even standing still made her aware of the suit seemingly shrinking against her damp crotch.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel snarled. What was wrong with her spacesuit? Was there something in the air affecting the cloth? The air was breathable, which is why Vaquel didn’t have her usual glassteel bubble helmet, but now she was worried that she might be breathing in some sort of spacesuit-shrinking microbes that the scanners didn’t detect.

Vaquel raised her arm to look at the scanner on her wrist. The suit compressed around her breasts, making it harder to breathe. When she gasped, the suit separated her buttocks with a painful wedgie.

“Fuck this!” Vaquel said. She pressed the button on her belt to make her suit open.

Nothing happened.

“Queen-damned weird ass quarantined planet!” Vaquel cursed. Whatever fucked with her suit was now fucking with her controls.

Vaquel grabbed two handfuls of her suit around her stomach and pulled. The thin material ripped far easier than a suit graded for space exploration should. The rip in her suit exposed her dark brown abdomen, but it also released the pressure around her tits and up her ass.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel said. She kept ripping at the fraying material. First, she pulled the suit off her arms and shoulders, which greatly relieved the tension on her tits. Vaquel was tempted to tear the purple material off her breasts completely, but there was no way that she was going to run around a jungle with her giant tits flopping around.

Next, she ripped long gouges on her legs. That left her legs bare with a flimsy triangle of material around her crotch and a thin band around her waist, but at least nothing was riding up her exposed ass cheeks. The boots she wore was made from another material so she left them on.

Vaquel checked herself out. A tight, but not uncomfortable, band of purple material encircled her breasts. A tiny purple bikini covered her sex. The explorer’s belt hung on her wide waist. Thick sensible boots enclosed her feet. She looked like a refugee but still a sexy one.

“Raw-RA!” something roared.

Vaquel jumped and dropped to a crouch behind a bush. She didn’t know what made that noise but it sounded like it was close by!

A large green humanoid pushed through the trees. It carried a large stick with a glowing piece of metal on the end. The creature had a misshapen head with various lumps. It wore a scrap of cloth around its waist.

Out of the woods came another green being and then another. Three more creatures emerged, pulling on heavy chains. There was a struggle, and then a roar, followed by hissing from the green beings.

Another being stumbled forward, wrapped in heavy chains. It was easily a meter taller than the other humanoids and covered in black fur. The head was different, and suggested feline genetics. The fur was thick but it couldn’t hide the massive muscles of that the creature wielded.

That wasn’t the only thing massive about the creature. Between his fury legs swung a gigantic phallus! Vaquel gasped at the sight of it. The cock was nearly as thick as Vaquel’s wrist. She wondered if the other creatures chained him out of jealousy.

More of the green creatures came out of the woods until there was a dozen in all. They all wielded their glowing tip spears, although some had shields made from ancient signs. The spoke to each other in their hissing language, sometimes punctuating their point by jabbing the furry giant they had captured.

The hissing came to a stop. Silently, the green ones wrapped the chains around three equidistant trees. This trapped the furry creature between the trees. He pulled at the chains but the trees held.

Satisfied that the furry giant wasn’t going anywhere, the green people returned to their hissing. Their stances were relaxed. One of them started a fire. The others sharpened their glowing spears.

“Raw-RA!” the giant roared. The green creatures lowered their spears and closed in on the helpless captive.

“This is not my fight,” Vaquel whispered.

She pulled her laser pistol from her belt.

“Twelve to one is terrible odds,” Vaquel whispered.

She set the pistol setting to ‘Lethal’.

“For all I know, the asshole in chains might deserve to die,” Vaquel whispered.

She aimed the pistol at the spear-wielder closest to the furry giant.

“Maybe he deserves to die,” Vaquel admitted to herself, “but his cock deserves to live.”

Vaquel fired at the green alien. The laser punched a hole in the back of his head and came out the other side. The creature croaked and dropped to the ground.

The other green creatures spun around. They hissed in fury. One of them, a bit dumber than his comrades, poked the corpse a few times with his spear.

The furry being threw back his feline head and shuddered. He may have been laughing.

Vaquel stood up and fired at another green creature. The laser caught the alien in the chest and he stumbled back but he didn’t go down. A spear came flying at Vaquel and she dodged to the side. She fired again but the alien moved out of the way with unnatural speed.

The green aliens ran to either side of Vaquel. They formed a circle around her. When Vaquel turned to aim at one, the entire circle rotated as a group. With their spears pointed inward, the circle began to shrink.

“Ah shit,” Vaquel swore. They might be primitives but they had the whole hunting-as-a-pack part down. Vaquel might have underestimated these fucks.

One of the aliens jabbed at her with a spear. She stepped out of the way and shot the asshole in the shoulder. It shrugged and stepped back.

Another alien lunged at her from behind. A snap of a twig alerted Vaquel and she moved out of the way just in time. She fired her pistol but the running alien easily dodged the laser blast.

This was not good. It was just a matter of time before one of them stabbed her. Maybe it was time to just throw a bunch of grenades and run away in the confusion?

“GET BACK, DEMON COCKSUCKERS!” a voice cried out.

The green aliens stopped running in circles. Many trembled in terror. One of them dropped his spear as his jaw fell open.

A pale Seed-Walker with dark blonde hair leaped down from the trees. He wore an open tunic of brown fur. He pulled a bladeless hilt from his belt, but when the swung the hilt, a beam of white energy emerged to form a pseudo-blade.

“Taste my Moon Sword, Sack Lickers!” the blonde Seed-Walker said. “Today you face Lightnor the Rampager!”

Half of the aliens rushed Lightnor with their spears. He swung his Moon Blade and cut the tips from the spears. As the aliens cried in horror, Lightnor ran his Moon Blade into one of them.

The green alien exploded, showering Lightnor, the aliens and Vaquel in hot green liquid. His companions hissed in rage and charged the barbarian. He laughed maniacally as he fought back. The smell of super-heated internal organs filled the jungle.

“That’s a plasma sword,” Vaquel said. “Where the hell did a savage get a piece of high-tech weaponry like that?”

A hiss behind Vaquel reminded her that she had her own enemies. She spun around and fired a laser beam into the leg of an alien. As it dropped to the ground, another alien lunged with his spear. Vaquel stepped out of the way and fired a laser pulse through his skull.

The alien with the hurt leg stood up and glared at Vaquel in hatred. He threw his spear with uncanny speed. Vaquel dodged to the right but the spear with the glowing metal tip turned to follow her!

A blue field surrounded the spear and the spear stopped in mid-air.

“What the fuck?” Vaquel asked.

“Looks like you forgot something,” a voice said. Out of the bushes stepped another Seed-Walker. This one was a woman with rich brown skin and long black hair. Skintight yellow material that reminded Vaquel of her own spacesuit covered the woman’s chest and pelvis, but did nothing to hide the massive size of her breasts. She had her hands up in the air over her head and a blue glow surrounded her hands.

“Why don’t you take it back?” the woman said to the alien. The hovering spear reversed direction and fired like a bullet towards the green alien. The spear slammed into his head and nailed his corpse to a tree.

The woman put down her hands and looked at Vaquel. “Hisslings have all of their organs in their skull. Only a headshot will kill them.”

“Nice to know,” Vaquel said. She shot a creature running towards them. The laser went through his hissing mouth and the body collapsed.

Meanwhile, Lightnor had made his way to the tall furry creature. A single slash of his Moon Blade was enough to sever a thick metal chain. He cut the other chains with ease.

“RAW-Ra-RAW!” the furry beast yelled. It walked over to a tree and wrapped its arms around it. With a mighty jerk, it pulled the tree out of the ground!

The surviving Hisslings ran in terror. The furry creature threw his tree at the fleeing savages. The tree landed on three of the aliens and green blood exploded from their heads.

“Thank you for trying to rescue our friend,” the woman said. “His name is Eeku the Kok. My name is Countess Halle. The brute with the Moon Blade is Lightnor.”

“My name is Vaquel. I am just glad you two showed up when you did.”

“We were tracking the Hisslings and almost took the wrong path when we heard the sound of battle,” Lightnor said. “If it wasn’t for you, we might not have rescued Eeku in time!”

Eeku walked towards Vaquel. The furry alien’s cock began to rise. He rushed towards Vaquel and swept her up in his arms. Vaquel squealed as she was lifted from her feet. The powerful creature buried his face between her thighs.

“Aww, Eeku likes you,” Countess Halle said.

Eeku made purring sounds against Vaquel’s crotch that made her sex tingle.

“Uh, I like him too,” Vaquel said.

“We should be going back home before the Hisslings come back,” Lightnor said. “They will regain their courage and return with more of their foul kind.”

“We should grab dinner first,” Countess Halle said.

Eeku dropped Vaquel and rubbed his stomach. “Raw-RA!” he grunted. Eeku walked over to a fallen Hissling and grabbed its leg. With a swift twist, he ripped the leg from the hip.

“Be sure to get enough for everyone!” Countess Hall said. “That is if you will be joining us, Vaquel?”

Vaquel glanced at Eeku’s tremendous member swinging between his legs. “I think I can spare the time.”

Once Eeku and Lightnor collected enough legs, the four of them began their journey through the jungle. The primitive aliens set a hard pace and Vaquel struggled to keep up with them. They pushed their way through thick foliage, treacherous ground and the soaking humidity.

Eventually they stopped at a ruined ground vehicle. It was once used for mass transit but that was long ago. The front of the vehicle was missing and the seats had been ripped out but the roof was still solid. A pile of furs covered the floor and skins of unknown animals covered the windows.

Countess Halle raised her hands and they began to glow. A blue fire sprang to life on the ground. Lightnor fashioned skewers while Eeku rubbed the Hissling legs with a purple powder.

“How did you do that?” Vaquel asked. Exhausted, she collapsed to the ground well away from the fire.

“This?” Countess Halle asked, wiggling her fingers. “My father was a wizard and he taught me how to harness the energies of the world.”

“He also taught her many things about the Ancients,” Lightnor said. He skewered a Hissling leg and held it above the fire. “Like how our home used to be something called a ‘train’. Too bad he was evil and enslaved me and Eeku to fuck in his Breeding Pits.”

“Raw-RA!” Eeku agreed. He skewered two Hissling legs and held them over the fire, one in each hand.

“It was a good day when I met Lightnor,” Countess Halle said. “I hated my father and here was a man with the courage to fight for freedom. I gave him the Moon Blade from one of father’s treasures. Him and Eeku rescued me from a boring lifetime of pampered learning.”

“What happened to your father?” Vaquel asked.

“We cut off all three of his heads!” Lightnor said with a laugh.

Countess Halle raised her hands and a blue glow surrounded a Hissling leg. It floated through the air and hovered over the fire.

“There is a lot that I don’t know about your world,” Vaquel said. “What happened here?”

“My father tried to find out,” Countess Halle said. “Long ago, something came between the planet and the moon, unleashing cosmic destruction. Seed-Walker’s civilization was cast into ruins. A new world rose from the old; one of savagery, sorcery and depravity.”

“And delicious enemies!” Lightnor said. “What manner of creature are you, Vaquel?”

“I am an explorer. I come from another planet, far from here,” Vaquel said.

“Ex-plor-er?” Lightnor said, slowly sounding the word out.

“That is someone who goes to new places to see what is there,” Vaquel said.

“Raw-RA?” Eeku asked.

“Yes, I wish to know too!” Lightnor said.

“What?” Vaquel asked.

“Eeku wants to know if you fuck people when you go to these new places,” Countess Halle said.

“Of course,” Vaquel said. “Why else would I go?”

“Raw-RA!” Eekua said.

“Our friend wants to know if you will fuck him,” Countess Halle asked.

“What, right now?” Vaquel said.

“Yes!” Lightnor said. “I too, wish you drive my member inside you!”

“Uh,” Vaquel said. “I’m good with that, as long as you are, Countess?”

“I was hoping to wait until after dinner,” Countess Halle said, “but I too wish to touch your genitals.”

Countess Halle raised her hands again. Blue glows surrounded the Hissling legs that Lightnor and Eeku were holding. The seasoned legs hung in the air above the fire, slowly rotating.

His hands free, Eeku wasted no time. He stomped over to where Vaquel was and lifted her up by grabbing her armpits. The furry alien hoisted her into the air so that once more his mouth was in front of her crotch. He used his sharp teeth to tear the flimsy remains of her spacesuit from her sex. Spitting out the cloth, he buried his face in her damp pussy.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out. “Your tongue is scratchy but you sure fucking know how to use it!”

Eeku roared into Vaquel’s sex. The vibrations of his lips were like a sonic vibrator on her pussy. His long tongue lapped at her sex, wiping her clean with every rough lick.

Lightnor stepped behind Vaquel. “Lords of Come!” he exclaimed. “Your ass is like two ripe melons!” He bit down on one of her buttocks.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. The barbarian’s teeth sent a jolt through Vaquel’s body that went straight to her sex. She writhed between the two mouths, trapped in the air by Eeku’s might arms.

“Let’s take care of this restricting clothing,” Countess Halle said. She lifted her hands and a blue glow formed around the band of cloth holding Vaquel’s breasts. The spacesuit material disintegrated and Vaquel’s heavy breasts were revealed. The glow glow intensified on Vaquel’s tits.

“Ohhh,” Vaquel moaned. The blue field was warm and tingly. Vaquel’s brown breasts rolled and moved as the field lifted and played with them.

Eeku growled into Vaquel’s pussy. His long tongue lapped harder and harder. Sharp teeth nipped her sex lips, adding a delicious thrill to the pleasure she was feeling.

Lightnor spread Vaquel’s buttocks. He spat onto her asshole. With surprising gentleness, he pressed his finger against her tight hole. Slowly, but firmly, he sank his finger into her asshole.

“Fuck, yes!” Vaquel cried.

“Keep at it, boys,” Countess Halle said. “I think the explorer is about to blow.”

Vaquel laughed because it was true. Eeku’s harsh tongue brought her closer to orgasm with every lick. Lightnor’s rough finger pushed deeper into her ass with every thrust. The blue field around her tits squeezed harder and harder.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Pure pleasure filled her senses as she climaxed. She shuddered helplessly in the giant alien’s grasp.

Eeku pulled his face from Vaquel’s sex. Juices soaked his furry face. He lowered Vaquel to the ground and kept her standing as she almost collapsed to the ground.

“Let me open the way for you, old friend,” Lightnor said. He grabbed Vaquel’s arms and spread her legs. Vaquel bent forward as Lightnor held onto her arms. He pressed against her backside and his cock slipped into her pussy.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. The savage’s cock was thick and unyielding inside her.

Lightnor slammed into her. His muscular body, forged in the wild nature of this world, fucked at an incredible speed. The thick cock pumped her pussy like only a barbarian could.

“Raw-RA!” Eeku cried. He held his monstrous phallus in his hand. The alien grabbed Vaquel by the back of her head and guided him to his member.

“Whoa!” Vaquel said. “That beast might break my teeth!”

“She’s right, Eeku” Countess Halle said. “She doesn’t have the practice that I do. Let’s try this.”

A blue field surrounded Eeku’s cock. The field stopped short of his balls and left the thick head exposed. Eeku tried to push with his hips but he couldn’t overcome the force field.

“There, that should be safer,” Countess Halle said.

Vaquel licked the Eeku’s tip. The furry giant froze in place and sighed happily. Feeling more confident, opened her mouth and took more of Eeku’s tip into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked as hard as she could.

“Ra-rawww,” Eeku moaned.

“You have tamed his wild heart,” Countess Halle said. She reached under Vaquel and caressed a hanging breast. Nimble fingers circled around a hard nipple.

“Mmmm!” Vaquel moaned, her mouth full of Eeku’s head.

“This hole is incredible!” Lightnor said. “It is tighter than your hand, Countess!”

“Then go faster, Lightnor, or Eeku will never be able to get in,” Countess Halle said.

Lightnor’s hips increased in speed. Fierce thrusts filled Vaquel’s sex. Her breasts swung wildly from the impacts, but Countess Halle pinched a nipple and held on.

Vaquel trembled in place. Her ass hurt from the impact of Lightnor’s thighs but she wouldn’t have stopped for anything. Maddened by the ferocious pounding that she was taking, Vaquel licked Eeku’s cock in a frenzy.

A hand touched Vaquel’s pussy lips. It was Countess Halle. She was using her other hand to rub Vaquel’s sex while Lightnor’s cock drove in and out of the explorer’s pussy. The talented fingers danced on Vaquel’s skin and brought her to new heights of sensitivity.

Vaquel moaned and more of Eeku’s tip went inside her mouth. The member pulsed in her mouth. She nearly choked but she never stopped licking.

“DEMON SACKS!” Lightnor screamed and hot seed filled Vaquel’s pussy. The rampager’s cock pumped a dozen loads into Vaquel’s stuffed sex.

Lightnor’s hips stopped moving. His grip around Vaquel’s arms trembled. A long sigh came from his lips, followed by a laugh.

“There, she should be ready for you now, Eeku,” Lightnor said.

The savage pulled out of Vaquel’s body and let go of her arms. Exhaustion and bliss made her fall to her knees. Eeku’s head popped loose from the explorer’s panting lips.

Lightnor walked towards the fire. He grabbed a floating Hissling leg and bit into it. Juices ran down his chin and onto his hard cock. He sat down and kept eating as he watched the others.

“Don’t be offended by his indifference,” Countess Halle whispered to Vaquel. “He’s a rampager. He goes from need to need.”

Vaquel nodded her understanding. “My people are much the same way.”

Eeku growled. It was a low rumbling sound that could be mistaken for lust or hunger.

Countess waved her hands and the field around Eeku’s cock disappeared. “We haven’t forgotten you, Eeku. Remember, go slow. Like we practice.”

“Raw-RA!” Eeku cried.

Countess Halle guided Vaquel onto her back. The exhausted explorer happily complied. Eeku squatted down in front of Vaquel. The immense cock was shiny with Vaquel’s spit as he guided it to her pussy. He slowly entered her well-fucked sex.

“Slow, slow, slow!” Vaquel babbled.

Eeku didn’t need to be told. The furry giant was careful as he pushed inside Vaquel. Centimeter by centimeter, his phallus disappeared inside of her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried.

“Is it too much?” Countess Halle asked. She undid a clasp on her crotch. The yellow material of her one-piece slackened. The Countess pulled the outfit off and tossed it aside.

Vaquel gazed at the Countess’ naked body. Scars covered the woman’s breasts but they were as large as Vaquel’s. A triangle of black hair covered her crotch. She was almost as furry as Eeku.

“I am curious, does your people consume pussy?” Countess Halle asked.

“Sit on my face and find out,” Vaquel answered.

Countess Halle swung her leg over Vaquel’s face. Strong thighs slowly lowered the Countess’ sex to Vaquel’s eager lips. The primal smell of her pussy was intense but Vaquel welcomed the overwhelming scent.

Vaquel used her tongue to burrow through the thick pussy hair. Her tongue found thick lips waiting for her. She took a lick and felt the thighs shudder around her.

“Yes, oh yes,” Countess Halle said. “I’ve been missing a woman’s lips.”

Vaquel took another lick and then another. Her tongue parted the lips of the Countess’ pussy and pushed inside. Sweet juices flowed into Vaquel’s mouth and she licked to get it all.

“Raw-RA!” Eeku roared. Half of his cock pushed inside of Vaquel. It was enough. The furry giant moved in a slow steady rhythm. His thick member gently fucked Vaquel’s already well-fucked pussy.
Everyone stopped talking. Countess Halle moaned as she rode Vaquel’s face. Eeku purred as he fucked the explorer’s pussy. Vaquel’s licked alien juices.

As for Lightnor, he kept eating.

A rock on the ground dug into Vaquel’s back. She didn’t care. Eeku’s enormous member driving inside of her overwhelmed every other sensation. Well, every sensation except for the delicious juices that flowed from Countess Halle’s pussy onto Vaquel’s eager tongue. The heat of the jungle, the roughness of the ground and the aches of her body faded away as Vaquel surrendered to pleasure. She became nothing more than a sheath for cock and a drain for pussy juices.

“Raw-RA! Eeku roared. Furry paws grabbed both of Vaquel’s breasts. Immense strength crushed her breasts while the points of sharp claws dug into her sensitive flesh. The beast increased the speed of his fucking, although he was still careful not to drive his full length inside of her.

“There, right there!” Countess Halle cried. She raised her hands and a blue glow formed around her sex. The field tingled against Vaquel’s mouth but she didn’t stop licking.

“YES!” Countess Halle cried. She shook and the blue field vanished. Vaquel kept licking until the exhausted Countess fell off her face.

“RAW!” Eeku cried. The furry alien plunged deeper inside of Vaquel and released a thick flood of hot seed. Vaquel’s crammed pussy couldn’t hold it all. Seed spilled from her stuffed sex.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried. She felt that was about to burst with Eeku’s semen was that possible? She might just find out!

Mercifully, Eeku’s cock went limp in seconds. The purring beast withdrew from Vaquel’s legs and sex. He stood up and shook from head to toe. Seed flew from his spent cock, splattering Vaquel’s twitching body. Once he was done, he walked over to the floating Hissling legs to eat.

“Fuck,” Vaquel said. Do these people do this all the time? There is something to be said for the primitive lifestyle.

“Oh good, dessert,” Countess Halle said. She crawled between Vaquel’s legs. Her long black hair trailed over Vaquel’s breasts, sending shivers down Vaquel’s spine. The Countess dipped her head down and licked Eeku’s seed from Vaquel’s pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She came on the third lick.

Countess Halle didn’t stop. There was a lot of seed to lick. She struck her fingers into Vaquel and scooped more out to eat.

Vaquel looked up to see Lightnor above her. His cock was hard again but there was a strange expression on his face. He looked down at Vaquel with a furrow in his brow. The act of thinking was causing visible pain.

“Tell me, Vaquel,” Lightnor said. “As an ex-plor-er, do you fuck meet a lot of people?”

“Entire planets,” Vaquel said. “Oh shit, you’re going to make me come again, Countess!”

“And do you fuck these people?” Lightnor asked.

“As many as I CANNNNN!” Vaquel screamed as she climaxed again.

“Hmm, then I think we should become ex-plor-ers too!” Lightnor said. “We can sleep in new ruins every night! We can find new cocks and pussy to fuck!”

Countess Halle rose from Vaquel’s spread thighs. “There are some equine creatures in the valley. We can train them and ride them. Though, we’ll need to find a bigger one for Eeku.”

“Raw-RA!” Eeku said, with a mouthful of Hissling leg.

“Do not worry, old friend,” Lightnor said. “We can find new monsters and eat them!”

“Glad I could inspire you,” Vaquel said. She tried to rise from the ground and failed. Her body was fucked helpless.

“Yes, you are an inspiring person, Vaquel,” Lightnor said. He looked down at her brown body and his cock pulsed.

“Fuck no,” Vaquel said. “There is no way I could come again. And trust me, I almost never say that.”

It only took Lightnor half an hour to prove her wrong.