Explorer’s Log: I am on day twelve of my thirty-three day journey to the star system designated “The Majestic Blast of the King’s Ejaculate” by Royal Astronomers. Today I will be using the black hole designated “Fury of the King” to perform a slingshot maneuver over a vast sector of empty space. I predict no trouble doing this dangerous maneuver. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I haven’t done this slingshot since the training programs at the Royal Navy Academy. To prepare, I re-read the materials we have on board and I almost wish I hadn’t. Time distortions, hallucinations, possible continuum fractures and reality bleeds are all possible, and that is everything goes right! King’s balls, I’ll be glad when this is over.

Vichard Ten double checked the calculations. The probe ship was running hot and there was a sheen of sweet on his dark brown face. He had shaved his head recently and he unconsciously ran his fingers over his smooth scalp as he looked at the numbers. The light blue material of his spacesuit clung to his muscular frame and the outline of his bulge.

Headbot hovered in front of Vichard’s open legs. The purple robot bit her bottom lip and stared at the tempting bulge. Electronic eyes looked up at Vichard.

“Master, you seem very stressed,” Heabot said in her sweet voice. “Wouldn’t a nice blowjob relax you? I have developed some new tongue techniques I think you would like.”

“No,” Vichard said.

Headbot whimpered.

Vichard smiled. He was stressed but he didn’t want to get distracted by a good face fucking. The next best thing was denying the needy robot and listening to her disappointment. The small ego boost soothed his thoughts of the ship shattering across time.

“Beginning approach vector,” the navigation computer said.

That was it. There was nothing left to do but ride it out. Vichard leaned back in his chair. There was a lump in the seat and the back leaned to the left. He had tried fixing it but the fault kept returning. He wished he could swap out the seat for a new one.

Headbot floated beside Vichard’s head. Holographic red hair shimmered around her head. “This is so exciting, Master! The odds of a rip in the space-time-“

“Hush,” Vichard said. Maybe he should whip his cock and out keep her mouth busy.

The probe ship jerked. The velocity counter on the navigation console jumped exponentially. Colors began to streak all around him.

“Fuck,” Vichard whispered.

Someone cried out behind him. He turned in his seat and saw himself. His double was jacking his cock and shooting a load onto a double of Headbot. The robot bobbed and weaved as she sought to catch all the come.

“We did that two years and eighty -wo days ago,” Headbot said.

The double looked at Vichard, his cock still spraying come. “What the fuck?” he shouted.

Before Vichard could answer, the double and his robot disappeared.

“Time displacement,” Vichard said.

There was a scream. Vichard jumped out of his chair. Where did it come from?

A wave of nausea came over Vichard. He doubled over and as he looked at the floor, he thought it looked strange. When the nausea passed, he stood back up and noticed the ship was inverted.

He was on the ceiling. Had gravity inversed itself? Not taking any chances, he activated the magnetic lock in his boots.

“Master! I am picking up strange new programs!” Headbot said. “I now know ninety three explicit songs about spankings!”

The ship began to vibrate. There was another scream. A dark man that might have been Vichard slid across the floor and vanished. Red and purple light streaked across the interior of the ship. A four legged equine creature appeared and vanished.

An avalanche of sound assaulted Vichard. He clamped his hands over her ears and dropped to his knees on the ceiling. The sound was unbearably loud and he thought his head would explode.

And then the sound was gone. There was a taste of something sweet in his mouth. Vichard opened his eyes and was glad to see the floor under him.

“Queen’s tit,” someone said in front of him.

Vichard looked up. On their knees was another person. She was dark brown and wearing a purple spacesuit that clung to her generous curves. Short pink hair clung to her head and reminded Vichard of his own before he had shaved it.

Vichard stared at her. Every other apparition had appeared and vanished so he wanted to enjoy looking at her while he could. Nipples pressed against her purple spacesuit and he wanted to reach out and pinch them. She had a cute mouth that was made for cock-sucking. He wondered what it would be like to pull on that pink hair.

The woman stared back at him. Her eyes stripped him as she looked him up and down. She licked her lips and rose to one knee.

“Mistress!” something said behind the woman. A purple chair rolled up beside her. “Be careful! This being might be dangerous to your perfect bottom!”

“Master!” Headbot said beside Vichard. “I fear this creature might be carnivorous and hungers for your sweet penis!”

“Did your chair just talk?” Vichard asked.

The woman nodded. “That’s Chairbot. He’s mostly harmless. What about your flying fuckface?”

“She’s Headbot,” Vichard said. “She is mostly harmless too. I’m surprised you two are still on my ship.”

The woman snorted. “You two are on my ship.”

“Actually, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “Scans are inconclusive and fluctuating, but I am currently detecting the presence of two ships at the same time.”

“That can’t be good,” Vichard said. He stood up to his full height. The woman did too, standing just a head shorter than him. He got distracted by the way her curves shifted inside her spacesuit.

“Actually, Master, I have a theory,” Headbot said. “I believe our ships are from two co-existing realities that are very similar to one another. You and this carnivore share similar genetic markers and are of the same species. I have also detected that the talking furniture shares enough characteristics with me to be considered a Yeth as well.”

“Let me guess,” the woman said. “Your ship is attempting a slingshot maneuver around a black hole.”

“Exactly,” Vichard said. “The similarity of our ships and passengers must have created a connection through the black hole. I bet as we get further away from the hole, we will bleed back into our own realities.”

“Or disintegrate across space as we fail to re-integrate,” the woman said.

“Ha!” Vichard laughed. He was thinking the same thing. “I have a feeling I’ll survive. I’ve meet time-travelers who say we meet up in my future.”

“Fuck, you’re right. I forgot about my own time-travelers. We have to have already survived this,” the woman said. “My name is Vaquel but the way.”

“Vichard,” he said. “And do you serve King Umaxander?”

“Queen Erishella here,” Vaquel said. “How much longer do you think we have in this co-existing ship?”

“A kilosecond, maybe more?” Vichard said.

Vaquel took a step closer and placed her hand on Vichard’s crotch. Her fingers grasped the outline of his erection perfectly. She smiled as she gently squeezed.

“So, we should start fucking right away, right?” Vaquel said.

“Fuck, yes,” Vichard said.

Vaquel smirked. She looked cocky and so damn Euphorian in her sexual confidence. Vichard felt a homesickness rise within him alongside the growing lust.

He grabbed the back of Vaquel’s head and sunk his fingers into that short pink hair. As he tightened his grip, Vaquel gasped. Her eyes glazed with ready submission.

Vichard kissed her. She opened her mouth to his and his tongue invaded her. He claimed her mouth and she gave it to him.

Vaquel held onto his bulge. The harder he kissed, the tighter her grip became. The thin material of his suit provided no protection as she chocked his cock.

The kissing continued. Their tongues danced and fought. He bit her bottom lip. She sucked on his tongue.

Vichard reached between them, his fingers skimming over her belt. It felt like the same technology he used. A press of a button and the purple material slid down from her shoulders to expose bare skin. A second later, both heavy brown breasts flopped free. Before the material could finish retracting into her belt, Vichard already had a plump tit in his hand.

“Gods of the Overmoon,” Vichard thought. The woman’s breast was a perfect combination of softness and weight. Her nipple was as hard as pressed carbon. He sunk his fingers into her breast and enjoyed the way she moaned into his mouth.

Vaquel held onto his cock. The grip was nice but the urge to dominate grew stronger. He broke the kiss and turned her head to the side so he can kiss her ear. As his tongue flickered over her lobe, Vaquel’s moans grew louder.

“Let go of my cock,” Vichard whispered. “You haven’t earned it yet.”

Vaquel gave a husky laugh. “Make me.”

Vichard almost moaned. He had missed Euphorian flirting more than he realized. His fingers found her nipple. Vaquel giggled with anticipation and then cried out as his fingers twisted her sensitive flesh.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel moaned. She let go of his cock.

He bit down on her ear. Vaquel cried out again. She grabbed him by the hips but she left his bulge alone.

Vichard let her ear slip free of his teeth. He pulled her head back until she was looking up at the ceiling. His other hand let go of her breast.

“You want me to fuck you, slut?” Vichard asked.

“Yes,” Vaquel said.

WHAP! Vichard brought his free hand up and slapped Vaquel’s breast.

She cried out and rose on her toes. That was pretty impressive in those boots. A lovely handprint colored her brown tit.

“Do you deserve this cock?” Vichard snapped. WHAP! WHAP! He struck both breasts this time.

“Yes!” Vaquel shouted. “I deserve your fucking cock!”

“Is your slutty cunt worth my cock?” Vichard demanded. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Vaquel cried out from every slap. The smile on her face grew wider with each slap. She had almost forgotten the question.

“Yes!” Vaquel shouted. “My slutty cunt will fuck your Queen-damned brains out!”

WHAP! Vichard gave her a final slap and then let go of her hair. As Vaquel regained her balance, he pressed a button on his suit. The light blue material covering his legs receded into his belt. His thick rod popped free and stood at attention.

“Then prove it, slut,” Vichard said.

Vaquel growled. “Chairbot, initiate Pumping Tower Program #3.”

“Yes, Mistress!” the purple chair said.

Before Vichard could ask, Vaquel pushed hard on Vichard’s chest. He fell backward into the robot chair. Soft force fields softened his landing. As he sat in the chair, the force fields spread the cheeks of his ass.

Vichard laughed. “You’re going to make your robot do all the work.”

“No, your mouth will do some work too,” Vaquel said. She tapped a button and the rest of her purple spacesuit melted away. Smooth brown legs led to thick thighs which gave way to smooth brown pussy lips.

Vaquel jumped onto the arms of Chairbot. In an instant, Vichard had a close-up view of Vaquel’s sex. The lips were already glistening with her juices. Sharp nails grabbed the top of Vichard’s smooth head and pulled her to her cunt.

Vichard was happy to obey. He pressed his lips to Vaquel’s sex and groaned at the musky smell. His mouth opened and his tongue emerged to explore this delicious territory. It had been so long since he had Euphorian pussy that he had forgotten what it tasted like.

She tasted like sex.

Vaquel groaned. Her fingernails dug into Vichard’s scalp as she grinded against his face. She moved like a bed-slave, graceful and primal as she fucked his face.

Meanwhile, Vichard felt something press against his asshole. It was the frictionless tingle of a force field. He relaxed as the field extended upwards, stretching Vichard’s small hole and then expanding inward.

Vichard growled into Vaquel’s pussy. The anal stimulation was perfect. His cock responded with an aching hardness that begged for a woman’s touch. The little robot must get a lot of practice fucking Vaquel’s ass. He pictured her impaled on this chair and his cock pulsed faster.

“May I suck on one of your perfect breasts, Mistress?” Headbot said.

Vichard snorted into Vaquel’s pussy. His robot was calling Vaquel, Mistress? How easy his robot’s loyalty changed with the opportunity to put someone new in her mouth!

“You may,” Vaquel answered.

A moment later, Vaquel cried out. Sharp nails dug into Vichard’s head. Her cunt pressed hard against Vichard’s face and threatened to smother him.

Vichard chuckled. Headbot was good at what she did. The angle of his head allowed him to see Heabot’s floating head sucking on one of Vaquel’s plump breasts. There was a slight hum from the robot’s vibrating lips.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

She grinded harder into Vichard’s face. Wet pussy lips smeared across his nose and mouth. The woman fucked his face with no care for his comfort.

Vichard felt deeply homesick. He was also intensely aroused. His cock throbbed. The force field in his ass pulsed while the seat under his balls vibrated. It was tempting to grab his cock and jack it but he resisted. He was saving his seed for Vaquel’s cunt.

The face-grinding suddenly stopped. As Vaquel froze in place, Vichard aggressively licked her pussy. He felt the familiar clenching of her sex.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed, coming on Vichard’s face.

Vichard kept licking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel yelled. She started to pull away but Vichard grabbed her ass and held her to his face. His tongue swirled inside her.

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

Vichard couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed Vaquel’s hips and pulled down. The post-orgasmic woman meekly complied. Headbot floated away from Vaquel’s breast, leaving a lovely set of teeth marks around her nipple. Chairbot lowered the arms of his chair to provide Vaquel with room to step down. The woman reached between her legs to guide his cock as she sat down on him.

The two of them cried out together as he filled her pussy. It was a perfect fit. They were made for one another. She clenched around him while he pulsed inside of her.

Vichard licked the pussy juices from his lips. Vaquel looked back at him with lust-glazed eyes. She was putty in his hands.

He slapped her ass. Vaquel cried out and her eyes regained focus.

“Fuck me,” Vichard commanded.

Vaquel nodded. She grabbed his shoulders and her hips began to move. Tight vaginal muscles held his cock as she grinded on his lap.

The force field in Vichard’s ass vibrated more intensely. The vibrating seat under his balls expanded to encompass his entire ass. As Vichard clenched, he could hear Chairbot moan excitedly under him.

“What should I do, Master?” Headbot asked.

“Oh, I’m your Master again?” Vichard remarked. “Just a moment ago, you were calling her Mistress.”

Vaquel groaned and continued to fuck Vichard.

“Please, Master,” Headbot begged. “I was only play-acting. Your cock is all I desire in my mouth.”

“Hmm,” Vichard said, relishing Headbot’s subservient flattery. “You may nibble on this slut’s neck. Her tits are mine.”

Vaquel bit her lip in a moaning smile.

“Thank you, Master!” Headbot said. She flew behind Vaquel and rained kissed on the back of Vaquel’s neck.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. She froze as she leaned back into the robot’s kisses.

Vichard growled and grabbed both of Vaquel’s tits. The squishy flesh was crushed in his grip. Vaquel cried out and her thighs trembled.

“Keep fucking me, slut,” Vichard commanded.

Vaquel resumed grinding. She held tightly onto his shoulders as her pussy wrenched his cock back and forth. Juices flowed from his unbelievable cunt and soaked his balls. She rocked back and forth with an almost manic need.

The force field in Vichard’s ass extended slightly. It was like a firing button had been pressed in his libido. Vichard could hold back no longer. He held onto tightly to Vaque;s abundant tits as his cock erupted inside her.

“Tribute to the King!” Vichard shouted. Every nerve in his body exploded in pleasure and pushed out through his cock.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel countered, her own pussy spasming around his ejaculating cock.

Headbot and Chairbot both cried out at the same time. Vichard thought it was strange and part of him suspected something, but he quickly lost the train of thought as Vaquel’s pussy milked the come from his cock. Moaning robots became the least of his concern.

He wanted more.

Vichard let go of Vaquel’s tits and grabbed her ass instead. Vaquel cried out as he leaned forward and rose from Chairbot’s seat. The force field retracted from Vichard’s asshole, leaving a wonderful void behind. Headbot flew away as Vichard picked Vaquel up with his cock still embedded inside her. He intended to carry her to the bunk nearby but lust overcame him and he lowered her gently to the ground instead.

“Yes,” Vaquel moaned. “Fuck me on the Queen-damned floor!”

Vichard grunted and settled on top of her. He wondered what it would be like to serve a Queen. Would she be as terrible and awe-inspiring as King Umaxander? He shuddered at the thought of her no-doubt perfect breasts. What would it be like to sink into a royal pussy?

Vaquel wrapped her legs around Vichard and he focused on the pussy around his cock. He braced himself and began to fuck. Simple, primal thrusts on a hard floor ploughed into the damp cunt before him.

“Yes,” Vaquel hissed. She pulled his face down to hers. Their lips met. He bit her tongue. She dug scratches into his back with her fingers. Pain and pleasure mixed between them in that delicious way that only a fellow Euphorian can give and receive.

Vichard fucked this beautiful brown woman into the floor. His cock claimed a cunt already filled with his seed. He invaded her mouth with his tongue as his hips pummeled her thighs.

The ship vibrated. Weird lights streaked at the corner of his vision. He heard voices, dozens and then hundreds of voices grunting and groaning in disappointment.

Vaquel’s heels dug into his ass. Her pussy clenched tighter. Desperate whimpers erupted from her lips and into his mouth.

Vichard’s hips accelerated. He pounded into Vaquel, trying to outrace their inevitable separation. As realities began to pull apart, Vichard fucked as hard as he could to keep them together.

She came first. Vaquel’s mouth moved but he couldn’t hear her cry. The beautiful woman became transparent.

But Vichard could still feel her pussy around his cock. There was another spasm and then his own orgasm broke from his body. Hot seed rushed from his cock and filled her fading grasp.

There was a blinding light and then a shudder that shook the entire probe ship. Vichard fell forward to land on the hard floor. A sticky mess was on the ground beneath him.

“Master, we are back in our own reality,” Headbot said.

Vichard rose up. There was a lot of come on the floor in front of him. He wondered if Vaquel had any of it inside her.

Loss filled his heart. He would never see her again. One day, he would return back to the planet of Euphoria, but she would be on her own version.

“Master, are you okay?” Headbot asked.

“Check our future flight plan,” Vichard said. “Do we do another slingshot with a black hole?”

“One moment,” Headbot said. “Yes, in four years time.”

Vichard smiled. It was unlikely that this strange coincidence across two realities would happen again, but there was still a chance. Next time, he would be inside her ass.

“Clean this mess up, Headbot,” Vichard said. “I have a report to file.”

“Yes, Master,” Headbot said. She dove down to the floor and opened her mouth.

Vichard stood up and rubbed his head. The scratches Vaquel had made were still there. However, the sadness was already fading. In fact, he felt refreshed in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

With a slight spring to his step, Vichard returned to the leaning chair at the navigation console.

Explorer’s Log: This is day twelve of my visit to the star system designated “The Salivating Smell of the Queen’s Pussy,” by Royal Astronomers. The Glister continue to celebrate their new independence from the Code Givers and more importantly, their sexual awakening and rejection of their previous celibate ways. The orgies continue with no end in sight.

Of course, I continue to fulfill my duty as a representative of Queen Erishella. I have conducted seminars on the value of submission as well as tempering any urges to explore other planets until the Royal Navy can arrive and ‘guide’ them. As the first naked person they have ever seen, I have imprinted onto them as a sex symbol that they are eager to learn from. Lately they have taken to naming me ‘Fuck-Giver’ and I wear the title with pride.

Previously the Glister had used numerical designations as their names. Now the Glister are naming themselves and they have the imaginations of horny spacemen. I met a man named Best-Cock and a woman named Fuck-my-Ass. It has made for some confusing conversations.

Some enterprising Glister took enough time off from fucking to create a cancel signal for everyone’s holograms. As previously logged, every Glister is implanted with hologram projectors at birth to cover their bodies in bland white blocks. Glister never see a naked Glister, not even their own bodies. With the implants disabled, the Glister are finding their already voracious sexual appetites inflamed even further. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Queen’s tit, these Glister are fucking hot. They are a bit too slender, but their angular beauty has an enchanting appeal. Every one of these sex freaks have pouty lips just begging to be kissed. My jaw is sore from all the tongues I have wrestled.

The Glister pulled out of Vaquel’s pussy. She waited for the long cock to re-enter her but instead she felt an affectionate pat on her ass. The head of the cock brushed her thigh as the Glister moved away.

Vaquel Di looked over her shoulder. The male that had been fucking her had moved between the slender thighs of a nearby woman. Well, that was rude but Vaquel’s didn’t blame him. The Glister woman had the most alluring eyes.

“Someone will take his place,” Vaquel thought. The post-dinner orgy had been going for an hour and showed no signs of stopping.

Vaquel remained bent over a soft bench. Bite marks and hand prints covered her large brown buttocks. Her thighs were spread so people could see the damp pink bush of her pubic hair. She wiggled her hips from side to side and waited for the next cock, hand or mouth.

The sounds of fucking surrounded Vaquel. Cocks and cunts were stroked, licked, slapped and fucked. There was a lot of slapping. Vaquel had introduced that idea two days ago and it spread like a squirting pussy.

A dekasecond went by and then a hectosecond but no one took advantage of Vaquel’s position. No hands slapped her supple ass. No lips drank from her dripping sex. No cock, finger or blunt instrument entered her waiting pussy.

Vaquel stood up. The orgy continued around her. Pale Glister bodies, curiously devoid of hair, grinded, thrusted against and humped one another. Moans of ecstasy hummed before turning into cries of pleasure.

A soft sigh escaped Vaquel’s lips. She knew this would happen eventually. The novelty of Vaquel’s curvy brown body had been replaced with a fascination for the Glister’s own bodies. The appeal of the new had won once again.

What did surprise Vaquel was how relieved she felt. Twelve days of rampant fucking tested even Vaquel’s greedy pussy. She became aware of how sore and tender her body was and realized she needed a fucking break.

Maybe it was time to leave the Glister. Revolutions were terrible times. Starting fresh after overthrowing the old order requires hard choices about how to govern, who submits and who commands. Once people get a taste of freedom, they are willing to kill to maintain or change their status. In fact, once you have one revolution, you tended to have a dozen more until true leadership emerged.

It was one of the reasons that Vaquel’s home world had the same royal family for centuries. Change was damn scary. It was much safer to stick with one terrible tyrant than risk a parade of them.

Vaquel stepped softly out of the dining room as the orgy continued. The hallway was empty except for a couple fucking against a wall. Vaquel walked slowly down one hall after another, trying to remember where her guest quarters were. The building used to be an administration building of some kind and had been converted after the sexual revolution into a sort of public orgy center. The halls all looked alike and the Glister hadn’t reached the stage of personalizing interior decorations yet.

Four Glister approached from the opposite direction, two men and two women. Vaquel was amused to see that they were wearing the hard black plastic clothes from before the sexual revolution. Maybe they were exploring the kink of being clothed in a society where everyone had gone nude.

“Attention, Fuck-Giver,” one of the clothed Glister said. “My name is Moderation. We request your presence for a communal discussion.”

“Moderation?” Vaquel said. “Oh, I get it! You are all about moderating how much skin you show and taking charge of other’s enjoyment of you. That is an interesting approach.”

“Please, Fuck-Giver,” Moderation said. “We have been thinking of you all day.”

Vaquel licked her lips. Maybe the Glister weren’t ready to move on from her after all. She could squeeze in one more group sex activity before making her exit.

“I would be happy to discuss some things with you,” Vaquel said. “I like that you are wearing clothes but I have a few suggestions on how to make them more alluring. There is a thing called cleavage that I would like to explain. It will show off just enough of your tits to drive people wild but keeps some of it covered to enflame their imaginations.”

Moderation made a strange face. Her lips puckered and both eyes bulged. Vaquel didn’t have enough experience looking at Glister faces to know what that expression meant. She had just started seeing their faces today.

“I think this room will suit our purposes,” another Glister said, opening a door. Two of the Glister moved swiftly inside.

Vaquel followed them. There was a large circular table in the room and a bank of computers on one wall. A convenient hydration station was nearby.

“This will work,” Vaquel said. She went to the table and hoped onto the edge. The Glister stood in front of her as she spread her thick thighs.

“Shall we take turns or do all of you want to get on the table and make it shake?” Vaquel asked. “And what are your names? I might not remember them but I like what you guys come up with.”

“I am Restraint,” a male Glister said.

“I am Punishment,” the other woman said.

“I am Stinging Wrath,” the last male said.

“Whoa,” Vaquel said. “I guess all of you saw my seminar on domination. Those are evocative names.”

“Fuck-Giver,” Moderation said. “You have brought animal urges to our planet. The Code-Givers have fallen and the old ways are lost.”

“You are welcome,” Vaquel said. She idly stroked her pussy while receiving their compliments.

The Glister made the strange face again before continuing. “The Code taught us that animal urges led to destruction. In a lot of ways, this has been proven true. Workers are no longer happy with their assigned work tasks. Community housing assignments are being abandoned as people seek to live together. The careful moderation of our population will be put at risk as people create their own offspring instead of using the clone wombs.”

Vaquel paused in her stroking. Pregnancies were another reason to get off this planet. She didn’t know how their birth cycle worked and she had a feeling that the Glister didn’t either since they were all clones. The Glister were thankful for fucking but they might be less thankful after a carrying a child and going through labor.

Moderation had stopped speaking. Perhaps they were waiting for Vaquel to fully appreciate their gratitude and express something wise. A Fuck-Giver was always on duty.

“I am grateful to have played a part in your new world,” Vaquel said. “Now, who wants first taste of my pussy?”

There was a new expression on Moderation’s face. The sharp nose wiggled while her jaw began moving as it chewing on something. In fact, all four of the Glister were doing it.

“You have played your part,” Moderation said. “The old ways will never return, but perhaps a new Code can be written. This one we will write with the blood of the vile Fuck-Giver who ruined our world!”

The Glister reached into their sleeves and pulled out long knives. They held their knives up high and shouted, “With blood!”

“Wait, what?” Vaquel said.

Moderation charged forward and slammed her knife towards Vaquel’s crotch. Vaquel brought a foot up and kicked the Glister in the face. The woman went spinning off to the side.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. The second revolution was starting! Vaquel hopped off the table and reached for her laser pistol. It was gone, as well as the belt she wore that held all her devices. She had taken it off twelve or thirteen orgies ago and forgot to put it back on.

Stinging Wrath slashed his knife at Vaquel. The blade went high as Vaquel ducked underneath and pivoted towards him. She grabbed his wrist and brought his arm down on her shoulder. The long slender arm broke and he dropped his knife. Vaquel released his arm and the sobbing Stinging Wrath dropped to his knees.

Punishment lunged towards Vaquel with her knife. Vaquel turned just in time as the knife slipped past; the blade missing her hard nipple by centimeters. When the woman pulled her knife hand back, Vaquel punched her hard in the face.

The Glister stumbled back. The one named Restraint held back, his eyes studying Vaquel’s every move. He steadied Punishment and whispered something to her. The two Glister then separated and approached Vaquel from opposite angles.

Vaquel snatched the knife that Stinging Wrath had dropped. It was light despite the long length. She preferred a knife with a little more weight behind it but for that matter, what she really preferred was a rapid-fire laser weapon of some sort.

The two Glister came closer. Restraint was in front of Vaquel while Punishment was behind Vaquel. They were almost within a meter of her. They paused, perhaps waiting for a coordinated signal.

Vaquel didn’t give the Glister a chance to execute their plan. She rolled forward and rammed her knife into the Restraint’s crotch. As she expected, the Glister didn’t think much about protecting their genitals like most species. The knife slid into the thick plastic like a virgin cock into a willing mouth.

Restraint screamed. Vaquel pulled the knife out and threw the blade backhanded over her shoulder towards the woman. There was a wet sound as the knife buried itself in Punishment’s face.

Both Glister fell to the floor. Punishment was already dead and judging by the twitching of Restraint and the amount of blood he was spraying; he would be dead soon. The revolution was over before it started.

“You disgusting animal,” a woman said. It was Moderation. She was standing up and both eyes were bulging. There was a red mark on her cheek where Vaquel’s heel had connected with her face. Vaquel now understood the expression was one of fury.

“You guys fuck better than you murder,” Vaquel said.

The Glister pulled something from her waist. It was a primitive pistol. The damn things emitted a small pellet of metal but Vaquel had seen how dangerous they were. At this range, the Moderation couldn’t miss.

“We were hoping to carve you apart as a lesson to the animals but a bullet through the head is just as good a lesson,” the Glister said.

“You really should have started with the gun,” Vaquel said.

Moderation’s eyes bulged even further. She raised her pistol and took aim. Vaquel’s mind raced as she debated between rushing forward or diving for cover..

BANG!

A crater appeared on the side of the Moderation’s head. She wavered and then her tall slender body collapsed. The gun clattered to the floor.

“What the fuck?” Vaquel shouted.

There was another Glister in the room. She was at the open door. Unlike the others, she was naked with small pointy breasts. Smoke rose from the gun she held.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vaquel asked.

The armed Glister pointed her gun at Vaquel. BANG!

Vaquel ducked to the side. A second later, another body hit the floor. It was the Glister with the broken arm. He had a gun in his hand and a hole in his head.

“They really should have started with the guns,” Vaquel whispered.

“Are you hurt, Fuck-Giver?” the Glister asked

“No, I’m good,” Vaquel said. “Thank you for the assistance. What is your name?”

“I have yet to give myself a name,” the Glister said. “These four have been lurking around for a few days but I have never seen them fuck,” the Glister said. “I thought it prudent to arm myself and see what they intended.”

“Smart move,” Vaquel said. “I thought the clothes were a fashion statement but I guess they were clinging to the old ways. Where did they get a gun? Where did you get one?”

“The armories are open,” the Glister said. “The Code prevented people from arming themselves but there are no restrictions now. Though, maybe there should be.”

“You got that right,” Vaquel said. “That was smart thinking on your part. Did you work in security?”

“No,” the Glister said. She stepped over a fallen body and walked towards Vaquel. “I worked in nutrient production.”

“Well, I highly suggest a career change because you-“

“Fuck-Giver,” the Glister interrupted. “I find my heart is racing and my pussy is clenching on its own. My nipples are harder than usual and I am feeling very aggressive. What is happening?”

“Oh, that’s natural,” Vaquel said. “You just got into a fight and you won. Surviving can be a wonderful turn on.”

“I see,” the Glister woman said. She stood in front of Vaquel and looked down on her. Both eyes were wide and rapidly blinking. “Then I request permission to dominate you.”

“Hey lady, you just saved my ass so sure,” Vaquel said. “I will happily give you permi-Mmmp!”

Vaquel’s words were cut off as the Glister savagely kissed her. The alien’s long tongue invaded Vaquel’s mouth and claimed it. Strong hands clamped onto Vaquel’s shoulder’s and held her in place.

A surge of wet heat flooded Vaquel’s pussy. She returned the kiss as best she could but the Glister devoured her mouth with a passion. The alien’s tongue was a conqueror; tasting and claiming every part of Vaquel’s gasping mouth.

“Damn, that seminar on domination I gave was really effective,” Vaquel thought.

The Glister grabbed Vaquel’s short curly hair and pulled her head back. The kiss was broken and Vaquel gasped. Hot lips pressed to Vaquel’s throat. Delicate teeth nipped at her skin before being lovingly licked by a long tongue. Bite by bite, the Glister’s mouth moved from Vaquel’s neck down to her shoulder.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. She was going weak in the knees. After days of orgies, it felt good to just be used by one person.

The Glister pushed Vaquel backwards, her mouth still on Vaquel’s shoulder. Vaquel stumbled backwards, her foot nearly slipping on someone’s blood. She did nearly trip over someone’s leg, but the Glister’s strong grip kept Vaquel on her feet. All the while, the Glister kept biting Vaquel’s neck.

The hard edge of the table pressed against Vaquel’s legs. The Glister released her bite and turned to Vaquel’s ear. “Get on the table,” she whispered.

Vaquel eagerly obeyed. She hopped back on the table and felt the wet spot she left from earlier. Her tits were now in the Glister’s face.

The Glister took a step back. She rubbed her pussy in a tight circle. Vaquel recognized the technique from one of her masturbation seminars.

“Hold your tits up for me,” the Glister commanded.

Vaquel nearly purred. The Glister were fast learners. She lifted her large brown breasts and held them up for the commanding woman.

“Spread your thighs.”

Vaquel’s thighs popped open like they were spring loaded.

The Glister stepped between Vaquel’s legs and dipped her head down. A soft kiss landed on one of Vaquel’s nipples, followed by a sharp bite. As Vaquel cried out, the nimble tongue flicked across her tender nub of flesh. Her thighs closed around the Glister.

Sharp nails pinched Vaquel’s other nipple. “Keep your thighs open,” the Glister commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Vaquel moaned. She spread her thighs again and the pinching stopped.

There was a pause in the licking. “What is that term; Mistress?”

“Uh, it is a title given to someone that is dominant,” Vaquel said.

“Hmmm,” the Glister said. She kissed Vaquel’s previously pinched nipple and then bit down.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. Her thighs threatened to close again but she kept them open.

The bite relaxed and there was a flick of tongue on her tender nipple. It was followed by soft kisses that circumvented Vaquel’s large breast. At a random spot, teeth clamped down and bit again.

“Yesss,” Vaquel hissed. Her fingers tightened around her held breasts. A river of lust was flowing between her legs. She noticed that her toes were curled into a clench.

“I like that word,” the Glister murmured into Vaquel’s breast. “That shall be my name. When others ask what it means, I will show them forcefully.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Vaquel whispered.

There was another kiss, and then a bite followed by the fury of a flicking tongue. Around and round the Glister’s mouth went before switching to the other breast. The Glister teased and sampled Vaquel’s flesh at a slow leisurely pace all her own.

Vaquel’s body was trembling with need. It was so tempting to touch herself but she held back. She would control herself for this dominating woman. The dead bodies of her assassins reminded Vaquel of what she owed her.

An eternity of teasing passed. Or maybe it was only a kilosecond. Eventually, the Glister’s mouth reached the underside of Vaquel’s tit and then the alien dropped down to a squat in front of Vaquel. Her mouth hovered in front of Vaquel’s pussy. Hot breath kissed Vaquel’s damp bush but no tongue.

“Do you give your pussy to me, Fuck-Giver?” the Glister asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Vaquel said.

“Will you take it if all I do is bite and tease you?” she asked.

“Oh fuck, yes, Mistress,” Vaquel admitted.

“Do you want to come?” Mistress asked.

“Yes, please!”

Mistress placed her hands on Vaquel’s thighs and leaned forward. Hot breath gave way to kissing lips. Rapid licks opened Vaquel’s pussy and soft lips turned into a devouring mouth.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. She let go of her breasts and grabbed the Glister’s smooth head.

Sharp teeth bit down on Vaquel’s pussy lip. Vaquel screamed.

“Keep holding your tits,” Mistress commanded.

“Yes, Mistress! Sorry, Mistress!” Vaquel whimpered.

The hungry mouth resumed its meal. The rapid tongue tasted every millimeter of her inner walls. The sharp nose buried itself in Vaquel’s bush. Sloppy wet sounds came from Vaquel’s lap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel babbled. She wanted to lean back to give Mistress more access but that would risk Mistress’ displeasure. Vaquel’s fingers tightened around her well-kissed and bitten breasts. Her thighs trembled against Mistress’s strong hands.

It was too much for Vaquel. She felt her climax approaching with the speed of a bullet. Part of her wanted to delay it to make this last longer but her body was powerless to resist.

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

Sharp teeth nipped her pussy again. “Glory to me,” Mistress growled.

A bolt of lust went straight to Vaquel’s pussy and she came again. “Glory to Mistress!”

The licking continued.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel moaned. The Glister wasn’t finished with her. Bliss flooded Vaquel’s body. Caught in euphoria, she began to babble.

“These won’t be the last revolutionaries,” she groaned. “Now that there is a power vacuum, someone somewhere will want to take charge. Oh fuck, that feels good! Some people will want the old ways and other people will want to cripple the system so no one will ever be in charge again. Both are just as bad. Oh yes, Mistress! I tell you who should be in charge should be you. The Glister are going to need a strong leader and you certainly have the right tongue, I mean touch. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes. You should dominate this whole damn planet. Get them between your legs and make them worship you like the Queen you are! Oh fuck, you’re making me come again. Glory to Mistress!”

The climax slammed into Vaquel. She clenched her eyes shut and rode the wave of pleasure. Her thighs quivered against Mistress’ strong hands.

Mistress stood back up. Her face was covered in Vaquel’s juices. There was a lazy smile on her face.

“You think I should assume command?” Mistress asked.

“Yes,” Vaquel said with ragged breath. “You already have two prime characteristics for leadership. One, a suspicious mind and two, the initiative to act on your suspicions. Well, three characteristics if you include your domination style.”

“And will you help me take command?” Mistress asked. Her hand went to Vaquel’s breast. Long fingers cupped a large tit.

“I can’t,” Vaquel said. “You must take command on your own or else your power will collapse when I leave. And I do have to leave. Probably soon too if these assassins are any indication.”

Mistress nodded. “Yes, I understand that. The Fuck-Giver must leave so that we can find our own way again.”

“I’m glad you understand,” Vaquel said.

Fingers closed around Vaquel’s nipple and pinched. As Vaquel gasped, Mistress leaned down and kissed Vaquel hard. Only when Vaquel’s breath was completely stolen did Mistress break the kiss.

“But you will not leave tonight,” Mistress whispered.

“No, I won’t,” Vaquel agreed.

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Salivating Smell of the Queen’s Pussy,” by Royal Astronomers. There are nine planets in this system and four of them are gas giants. The fourth world from the sun is the only one that is inhabited. Initial scans have confirmed that this is the home world of the celibate Glister.

It is a strange feeling to be orbiting their world. The Glister despise any sexual activity and murdered the species designated as Dead Fuckers-One just to prevent their promiscuity from infecting them. These are murderers on a genocidal scale and it makes me uneasy being so close to them.

Even more unsettling is that I have a ‘gift’ for the Glister that was designed. It was created by me when I was possessed by a lingering psychic remnant of Dead Fuckers-One. I am unable to determine what the machine does but the remnant worked in genetic engineering. It is probably some sort of plague. The instructions are to let it orbit the Glister’s world.

It is an interesting choice. As a Navy Explorer, my job is to catalog planets for future conquest by the Queen, not to deliver potential weapons of mass destruction. On the other tit, I am supposed to take advantage of situations in order to weaken a planet for potential conquest. I don’t know what this machine does, but it can’t be good for the Glister. I feel it is my duty to the Queen to launch this weapon. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: My explanation for launching the weapon was only partially true. The real reason I am launching the gift is because the Glister are murderous fucks that hate sex and obliterated every trace of a beautiful culture to satisfy their own sick needs. They have earned this.

Vaquel Di sat at the navigation console. The black fabric of her spacesuit stretched across her generous curves. A stern frown caused worry lines to form along her smooth brown skin. Short pink hair crowned her head.

The ‘gift’ was ready to go. It was loaded in the launch tube and should activate on its own. All she had to do was give the command.

Chairbot was unusually quiet beneath Vaquel. The perverted robot wasn’t running any of his vibration programs or scanning Vaquel’s butt. Even the ass-obsessed robot understood the magnitude of what was about to happen.

In front of Vaquel, a dozen monitors displayed scenes from around the planet. The feed came from the Glister’s own network. They had a rather robust surveillance system. She was surprised by how many cameras were dedicated to sleeping quarters. More surprising was where the transmission went. There were large monitors spread across the planet in public spaces. The Glister’s every movement was being watched by the public at large.

White shapes moved across the screens. Every Glister was implanted with multiple holographic projectors at birth. They never saw their own bodies, or the bodies of others. White blocks covered heads, torsos and limbs. Even their own genitals were a mystery to themselves.

“Fucking weirdoes,” Vaquel said out loud. “Activate launch tube three.”

A dark object rocketed away from the probe ship. Scanners tracked its movement. Just as predicted, the device entered a standard orbit around the planet. The ship detected an energy surge but of a type it did not recognize. According to the entity that possessed Vaquel, it would be another eight hours for results.

“Whatever that is,” Vaquel said out loud. She still didn’t know what the damn thing did. Would it incite cancers to grow within the Glister? Or maybe cripple their immune systems to make them vulnerable to their own germs? What if it impaired their senses to give them a taste of helplessness? Vaquel tried to imagine what sick doom a dead species might inflict on the authors of their destruction but Vaquel’s imagination couldn’t think of a scenario worthy of the crime.

“Fuck it,” Vaquel said. “I’m going to get some sleep. I have a feeling that whatever happens, it is going to keep me up for a while. Chairbot, wake me when eight hours have passed.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot said. He reclined the seat Vaquel was sitting on and extended the leg rests. The head rest molded itself to Vaquel’s head. He dimmed the lights on the probe ship and adjusted the nearest audio speaker to generate a soothing white.

Vaquel quickly fell asleep as the Glister moved closer to their doom.

**

“Mistress, wake up,” Chairbot said.

Vaquel opened her eyes. Chairbot’s seat and back returned her to a sitting position. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and reached for a hydration flask. As she swallowed fluids, her eyes focused on the monitors in front of her.

Chaos was on every screen. Glisters clawed at their bodies. Plastic clothing was being discarded and thrown from the holographic fields. People were screaming. Others were running their hands over their bodies in a panic.

“What is happening?” Vaquel said. “Are they infected with some painful virus?”

“I am not sure, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “Everyone began to react shortly after the eight-hour period.”

A Glister in an office pulled a piece of clothing away from their crotch. Their hologram-covered hand went to their crotch and the Glister stiffened. The Glister nearly doubled over and threw back their head in a very familiar manner.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said, finally understanding what she was seeing. “They’re touching themselves.”

Another screen centered on two of the Glister. They pressed their crotches into the corners of a triangular table. Together, they humped the table from different corners. The holograms obscured their bodies but their motions were frantic and reeked of desperation.

A third screen showed a gathering of Glisters. They were spread out across a wide series of black marble steps. An ominous tower rose behind them, reeking of authority and judgment. The Glister were on their knees, touching themselves while also screaming at the tower.

The holograms prevented Vaquel from seeing any faces but she could read body language. These people were in a state of despair. Some resisted the urge to touch themselves but not many. They were looking for answers from the tower but the doors stayed close.

“That mad crazy fucker,” Vaquel whispered. She should have known. Dead Fuckers-One were not a violent people. They fucked and they made things to fuck. They responded to genocide with more fucking. Instead of killing the Glister, the remnant had done something to their bodies to make them extremely horny.

The device must have rewritten their genetic codes. Did they increase their hormones? Or maybe it was an enhancement to their erogenous zones. Even a slight increase in genital sensitivity might be enough to drive a prudish species mad. Whatever it was, Glister were going through a forced sexual revolution.

Vaquel couldn’t imagine what that must be like. She felt a twinge of something she didn’t expect to feel for the Glister. It was sympathy.

“Chairbot, plot a course down to the location of this black tower,” Vaquel said.

“Mistress? Are you going down there? It will be dangerous! The Glister have spent their entire lives repressing their feelings for their entire lives. They don’t know how to process the arousal they are feeling!”

“I know,” Vaquel said. “They need a teacher.”

A deca-minute later, the probe ship penetrated the cloud cover to emerge over the mass gathering Vaquel had seen earlier. The crowd had swollen to thousands of Glisters. They all looked at the sky as the phallic probe ship headed for them. The ship’s resemblance to the Glister’s own nuclear missiles caused a panic but strangely, few of them tried to flee.

“Poor assholes would rather get destroyed than have to deal with their tingling crotches,” Vaquel observed.

The probe ship decelerated and moved to a hovering position just a meter above the top of the black marble steps. The large tower loomed behind the ship. The Glister watched in a shocked silence as an airlock opened. Seconds dragged by until Vaquel stepped out and jumped down.

Vaquel was naked except for a belt around her waist that carried her laser pistol. A small wristband held her communicator and but no one was looking at her hand. They were staring at her dark brown skin and the giant tits that jiggled as she jumped down. Knowing their curiosity, Vaquel took a place at the top of the stairs where everyone could see her. Hands on her hips and her legs slightly apart, she gave them a chance to examine her.

The Glister stared at her nude brown body. They struggled to comprehend the dimples on her cheeks, or the sensuous lips that smiled at them. The short pink hair on the top of her head filled some Glister with envy and other Glister with lust.

The rest of her body was equally incomprehensible. They drank in the sight of her heavy breasts topped with dark brown nipples. Whispers broke out about the patch of pink pubic hair that covered her sex. Other Glister stared at Vaquel’s thick thighs and wondered why their stomachs were fluttering.

“Listen up,” Vaquel said in Sim Sun. Her voice was projected by the communicator in her belt so that that everyone could hear. “My name is Vaquel Di and I come from the planet Euphoria. You killed your neighbors with nuclear weapons and mass genocide. Well today, your neighbors decided to give you something back. They gave you sex drives.”

Wails of despair broke out from the Glister. “Take it back!” some shouted.

“Calm down!” Vaquel shouted. “This is a good thing! You are a miserable unhappy species and you don’t have to be. Give me a few minutes, and I can show you how you can be happy for once!”

The wails dimmed to a low murmur. The Glister were listening.

“First lesson!” Vaquel shouted. She reached down and spread her pussy lips. “Your whole body is an erogenous zone but we are going to start with the good shit! This is a pussy. Some of you have one. If you do, then I want you to reach down and touch it. Be gentle with it! If you touch it just right, then you will produce lubrication. This is good! Experiment a little to see what you like best. Everyone is going to react a little different so figure out what works best for you!”

Many of the Glister reached for their crotches. There were scattered groans of disappointment through the crowd but they were soon drowned out by sighs of pleasure. The holograms obscured what they were doing exactly, but Vaquel could tell by the shimmering white blocks that some Glister had made remarkable progress in their journey of self-stimulation.

“Right now, you are using your fingers,” Vaquel said, “but there is a lot you could do with a pussy. You could slide something inside you. You could press something that vibrates to your pussy. Some sentients like to rub another pussy against their pussy. My favorite is to put someone’s mouth against a pussy and have them lick you.”

Shocked gasps echoed through the crowd.

“But I don’t have a pussy!” someone shouted. “I just have this tube thing!”

“That’s okay!” Vaquel shouted back. “That’s called a cock! If you have one, I want you to grab it right now. You still need to be gentle but you’ll figure out how much you can take. It might help if you use a little lubrication like spit. Hold your cock in your hand and slide your hand back and forth.

Hundreds of Glister obeyed Vaquel’s instructions. Loud moans rumbled from the crowd. White holographic blocks wobbled and vibrated.

“Stop!” a voice shouted out from the crowd. A Glister pushed his way to where Vaquel was. “Listen to me! This is wrong! The Code Givers told us to resist our foul urges! We must obey the Codes!”

There was hesitation in the crowd, but not much. Most of the people continued to masturbate. All of them were listening.

“The Code sucks, and not in a good way,” Vaquel said. “We’ll cover that bit later. Billions of sentients obey their sex drives. All of them, well, most of them live happy lives. They fuck and they fucking enjoy it. Grab your cock or pet your pussy and tell me you don’t want to be happy too!”

“She’s right!” someone shouted. “I’m tired to taking eight cold showers a day! I love how my pussy feels right now!”

“I love my cock!” someone else shouted.

“I love my pussy!” a few hundred Glister shouted.

“I love my cock!” a few hundred Glister answered.

“That’s great!” Vaquel shouted. “Good to have a healthy attitude about your genitals! What about you, Code Sucker? What do you have between your legs?”

The Glister stood still for a moment. The damn holograms made it impossible to read their expression. A large white holographic box formed around it’s crotch. “I am equipped with a cock.”

“Good, now everyone watch!” Vaquel said. “I’m going to show you how nice touching someone else is.”

Vaquel. walked closer to the dissident Glister and reached for his arm. The Glister offered no resistance as she pulled his hand to one of her tits. The holographic white block covered his fingers but she used her own hand to palm his grasp to her breast.

“Ohhh!” the groping Glister cried out.

“What is it like?” people shouted from the crowd.

“It is so soft!” the Glister answered. “But there is a hard part, like a little button or protein nugget.”

“That’s my nipple,” Vaquel said. “According to my scans, you all should have two. Some of your chests will be flat while others will have round squishy parts like mine. Check yourself out now. Better yet, check the chest of someone next to you.”

White holograms blended together as people began to touch each other. Shouts of delight came from the assembled mass. Some Glister groped a different Glister in each hand. A few Glister discovered they were blessed with sensitive breasts and were happy to grope themselves.

Vaquel’s Glister was using both hands on her. He sank his fingers into her plain flesh while whispering moans of awe. Fingers roamed her flesh, jiggling, lifting and squeezing her abundant tits.

“Even better than touching flesh is kissing it with your mouth!” Vaquel shouted.

There was confused murmurs from the crowd.

“What is kissing?” the Glister groping Vaquel asked.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. “It is when you press your mouth to someone, or a part of someone, and you open your lips. You use your tongue to lick, and maybe your teeth to bite flesh.”

There was a scream from deep in the crowd.

“Gently bite!” Vaquel shouted. “Okay, let’s not use our teeth today. That is an advanced lesson. Just use your tongue and lips.”

Glisters pressed closer to together. The damn holograms made it hard to tell what was touching what but Vaquel could tell that most of the Glister were taking turns exploring breasts and chests with their mouths.

That included the Glister holding Vaquel’s tits. He leaned down and the white holographic block around his head encompassed her breast. There was a slight tingle from the hologram touching her skin followed by warm breath on her nipple. A shy tongue gently pressed against her sensitive nub.

“Ohh,” Vaquel moaned. “Okay, now trying licking. Up and down, slowly.”

The Glister obeyed her suggestion perfectly. Perhaps a species that spent a lifetime denying itself made for obedient submissives. The slow licking caused her pussy to clench in jealousy.

“Where were we?” Vaquel said, losing her train of thought. “Oh yeah, you can also kiss each other by touching your mouths together. While your mouths are busy, you can use your hands to explore each other’s bodies. Which come to think of it, is pretty handy considering your damn holograms hide your goods.”

The Glister immediately paired off to try out Vaquel’s suggestion. The holograms covered everyone’s merging faces but the loud sounds of hungry kissing echoed through the crowd. Some ambitious Glister formed into triangles and circles of eager mouths.

Vaquel’s Glister stood to his full height and stepped in front of Vaquel. He leaned timidly forward, his white holographic body looming before her. Vaquel grabbed his face, feeling angled cheeks and high ears. She pulled him for a kiss as the Glister gasped.

He tasted like raw protein powder and sweat but Vaquel kept kissing him. Clearly, personal hygiene needed a lot of improvement on this planet. She opened his lips with her mouth and then searched for his tongue with hers. His timid tongue was stiff at first but when Vaquel gripped his cock with her hand, his mouth melted into hers.

The Glister recovered quickly. A long arm reached around her to cup a buttock. Another hand went to her breast and stayed there. He pulled her to him, kissing harder and harder as a lifetime of repression broke within him.

Vaquel moaned. Fuck taking it slow. She gently but firmly broke the kiss and pushed him back.

“Listen up!” Vaquel shouted, a little breathless. “New lesson! All this touching and kissing is what we call foreplay. Now it is time to get to the really good stuff! One of the best things you can put inside a pussy is a cock! Another good thing to have on your pussy is someone’s mouth! The same goes for cocks in that you can put them in someone’s mouth! There are other combinations but you can figure it out! The fleshy bit goes inside the grippy bit! Find yourself a partner and try some of them out!”

The Glister shuffled awkwardly. A few of the Glister tried to copulate from a standing position face to face. Others pressed their crotches to other Glister in the hope of penetration occurring automatically. No one knew what to do.

“Okay, forget that!” Vaquel yelled. “Glister with a pussy, do like I do!”

Vaquel bent over, facing the crowd. Moans rose from the assembled crowd as her breasts hung down in front of her. She spread her legs apart to form an upside down ‘V’.

Many of the Glister copied Vaquel’s position.

Vaquel pointed at the Glister beside her. “You, get behind me. Aim your cock for my pussy. Those of you with cocks, get behind someone with a pussy!”

The nearby Glister took a spot behind Vaquel. In front of her, hundreds of Glister took their places behind the bent over Glister. There was some shuffling as they paired up with corresponding genitals.

Vaquel reached between her legs. She took hold of the Glister’s cock. “Now everyone, work with your partner to get that cock inside that pussy. Take your time and get it right!”

The Glister behind Vaquel pushed forward. She guided his slender cock to her sex. The slender cock slipped deep inside her wet pussy.

Vaquel groaned. It was joined by other groans from the crowd. There were a few at first, but the groans grew louder and louder as more Glister succeeded in penetration.

“Okay, now that you are inside someone, or someone is inside you, start moving back and forth,” Vaquel instructed. “Lubricated friction creates stimulation!”

The Glister inside Vaquel attempted a small hip motion. The gentle thrusting was almost cute. Vaquel reached back and guided the Glister’s hands to her hips for better stability. He slowly began to pick up speed.

Hundreds of Glisters copied Vaquel and her Glister. Hologram-covered bodies rocked back and forth. Moans filled the air as the Glister celebrated their pleasure.

Vaquel braced herself as her Glister increased his pace. He was a fast learner. His slender cock rammed her sex with a virgin’s impatience. Vaquel sighed as her long-neglected pussy was finally getting the fucking it deserved.

But still, some of the Glister still needed her help. Dotted among the mass fucking, some pairs were clearly struggling. Vaquel shouted more instructions.

“If the pussy goes dry, or things go soft, engage in more manual or oral stimulation before returning to penetration!”

“You might also not like cock or pussy! It is okay if you rather put your genitals in someone’s mouth! If you have lubrication, you can even try someone’s asshole!”

“You also don’t have to fuck someone with different genitals! Try rubbing a pussy against a pussy! Or having someone with a cock play with your cock!”

The groans grew louder. Pairs broke up and new pairs formed. Vaquel noted with pride that even some of couples were discovering new positions to fuck.

A scream broke through the moans. It was joined by another scream.

“My cock expelled something!” someone shouted.

“Something made my body shake! What is happening?”

“It feels like my cock just exploded!”

“Those are orgasms!” Vaquel shouted. “You want those! Don’t be afraid! They are the natural results of sexual stimulation! You might need to take a break after an orgasm to recover!”

The Glister inside Vaquel shouted. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. A gush of hot seed filled Vaquel’s pussy.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel whispered. She reached for her pussy and rubbed furiously at her clitoris. As the Glister’s cock ejaculated inside her, Vaquel rubbed herself to orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” she cried as thousands of Glister watched her climax.

“Oh, oh, oh!” the Glister inside Vaquel said. He pulled his sensitive cock from her clenching pussy. Another load of seed shot forth and landed on her ass.

“Take five,” Vaquel said to the trembling Glister. She stood up and surveyed the crowd. The white holograms covered their bodies but they couldn’t hide the writhing, pumping, thrusting motion of the Glister. A lot of the pairs had transformed into threesomes and foursomes.

“You Glister are fast learners,” Vaquel said. “Still, I got a lot to teach you. We should really cover birth control at some point, as well as consent. Fuck, I can’t wait to teach you all about spanking.”

A loud siren blasted from behind Vaquel. She turned around to face the black tower. A large monitor activated and showed a Glister covered in bright red holograms.

The crowd howled in terror. “The Code Givers!” they shouted. Most of the them stopped their fucking to stand and face the monitor. Vaquel was proud to see that a small percentage were still fucking.

“You have failed the Code!” one of the red Glister said. Their voice was broadcasted all across the city. “Rampant animal behavior has been detected! The Armor of Denial and Discipline has been shattered! You have embraced the Animal urges and turned your backs to the Code!”

“Damn right, they did!” Vaquel shouted back. Many of the Glister flinched at Vaquel’s defiance.

“We, the Code Givers, have declared the Glister unworthy of the Code,” the red Glister continued. “We will cleanse the planet of your foulness. All living Glister except for the Code Givers will be slain. Their remains will NOT return to the Womb Tanks. They shall be incinerated and a new, chaste, generation will be born to replace you.”

Wails rose from the crowd.

“We have begun the countdown,” the Code Giver continued. “In two hours, the missiles will be launched. If you resist your animal urges and rededicate yourselves to the Code, we will stop the countdown and spare your unworthy lives. Your punishments will be legendary but you will be cleansed of your animal urges. Use your time wisely.”

The transmission ended. Numbers appeared on every monitor and began counting down. The seconds ticked by awfully fast.

Vaquel’s communicator buzzed. “Mistress!” Chairbot said. “That message was broadcasted all over the world! Please return to the ship so we can evacuate before your perfect ass is harmed!”

“Hold your chassis,” Vaquel said. “If the Code Givers can cancel the countdown that means there is still a way to do if from their headquarters.”

Vaquel turned to the Glister that had been fucking her. “You, where the fuck do the Code Givers live?”

The Glister pointed at the large black tower looming over them.

“That’s convenient,” Vaquel said. She turned back to the crowd and shouted for their attention.

“Have you enjoyed copulating so far?” she yelled.

“Yes!” the crowd cheered back.

“Good!” Vaquel shouted. “Every being deserves to fuck but your Code Givers think otherwise! They are willing to kill you to stop you from fucking! Is that fair?”

The crowd murmured. A lifetime of oppression was hard to shake off. Vaquel looked at her ship and considered leaving these poor fuckers to their fate.

“No,” the Glister that had fucked Vaquel said. His hand went to his hologram-covered crotch and he shouted again, “No!”

“No!” a few voices answered from the crowd. “No!” shouted more voices. “NO!” the crowd shouted together as they embraced their new found desire for sex.

“Well you want to fuck again tomorrow, then we need to do something about it!” Vaquel shouted. “Everyone grab a weapon! We’re going to break into this big tower here and beat some sense into the Code Givers! For your cocks!”

“Our cocks!” half the crowd shouted.

“For your pussy!” Vaquel shouted.

“For our pussy!” the other half shouted.

“For fucking!” Vaquel screamed.

“For fucking!” the crowd shouted, their voices so loud that she felt the vibrations deep in her pussy.

The crowd surged forward up the steps. They raced past Vaquel and slammed into the doors of the black tower. The mass of bodies pressed like an eager cock. There was a slight resistance and then the doors burst open like a slick pussy.

Vaquel glanced at the chronometer on her wrist. Was two hours enough time to overthrow a government and stop the missile launches? It seemed unlikely.

But then again, her well-fucked pussy was proof that the Glister were fast learners.

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Queen’s Unparalleled Vaginal Grip,” by Royal Astronomers. This system has four planets, all of which have been attacked with atomic weapons. Even their moons have been bombarded. It is clear that the species I have designated as Dead Fuckers-One once lived here before being destroyed by the celibate Glister. Scans have detected possible life signs on a small moon orbiting the first planet around the star. I will land there and do my survey. This time I am not detecting any active wormholes like on the last planet, so I doubt there is a Glister team down there. The life signs might actually be survivors this time.

There continues to be no psychic attacks like what I experienced a few weeks ago. It is almost a disappointment. That was a damn good fuck, whether it was all in my head or not.

The ship continues to have cold spots but fuck it, I am done trying to diagnose the problem. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Okay, this is weird and I didn’t want to report it on my main log and have the Royal Navy think I am going crazy. I set the navigation computer to touch down near the moon’s equator but as soon as I step away, the landing coordinates change to a jungle halfway to the southern pole. Chairbot swears it isn’t him and the computer says that I logged the change. What the fuck? I hope it is just another malfunction. Either way, it looks like I am going to check this jungle out.

Vaquel Di squatted down behind a fallen tree. The tight red spacesuit she wore blended in with the red foliage of the jungle. Sweat glistened on her dark skin despite the temperature controls within her glassteel helmet. Short pink hair crowned a very anxious face.

White shapes shifted behind fallen trees. The damn Glister were on this planet after all. Their bodies were covered in holographic white blocks. It made them stand out in the red jungle which should have been an advantage except for the fact that there was at least thirty of them.

“What the fuck are they doing here?” Vaquel whispered. The only time she had seen Glister on a dead planet was to destroy the architecture and culture of Dead Fuckers-One. There was none of that here. By what little was standing, Vaquel had determined that this moon was some sort of nature preserve. It lacked any artificial structures at all.

Whatever the reason, they were moving through the broken trees and smoking craters like soldiers on high alert. The holograms obscured their bodies and faces, but Vaquel recognized solid tactics when she saw it. Some took cover and maintained overwatch while other moved forward. Despite the broken ground, they stayed in sight of one another. A few shapes detached from the main body to sweep the flanks.

Vaquel had been retreating from the Glister for the last hour. She didn’t think they had spotted her but they kept moving in her direction. Unlike the other Glister she met, these didn’t stop to vandalize the terrain. These non-fuckers were making good time as if they were looking for something. Vaquel just hoped that it wasn’t her they were looking for.

There was a scream from somewhere in front of Vaquel. It was followed by the thunder crack of a Glister’s ballistic weapon, and then another scream.

The white shapes hesitated. Some moved back deeper in the jungle.

A minute later, there was more screaming. Correction, a lot more screaming. Vaquel counted nine screams, all cut short.

Vaquel didn’t know what the Glister were looking for, but apparently something had found them.

The white shapes moved back into the jungle. Vaquel hated how the holographic blocks made it difficult to tell which way the Glister were facing. Were they headed back into the jungle, or slowly retreating and seeing if Vaquel popped her head up?

A piece of the red landscape jumped through the air and landed on a white Glister. There was a terrible scream as white blocks flew away from the Glister. Vaquel knew from experience that the blocks were the Glister’s arms and legs.

The other Glister opened fire. Trees cracked from the hurtling metal but the red shape dodged through the barrage. It moved with a reptilian grace, leaping and swinging long arms that ended in scything claws. It tore Glister heads from their bodies and used their hologram-covered skulls as weapons to throw at the remaining Glister.

The creature ran up a tree. White shapes fired upwards. The tree crumbled under the assault and the trunk fell towards Vaquel’s location.

Vaquel stayed where she was. The tree she was hiding behind was the only cover within running distance. If she abandoned her place, the Glister would have a clear shot at her and she was nowhere near as limber as the creature murdering them.

She watched as the red creature rode the fallen trunk to the ground. It jumped off the trunk and landed two meters in front of her hiding position. Standing defiantly, it turned its back to Vaquel and roared at the Glister.

Vaquel risked poking her head up to get a look at the red being. It was a magnificent humanoid, rippling with muscles under its red scales. A tail swished back and forth angrily. Two long arms stretched out to display eight long claws on each hand. The thing was facing away from Vaquel but the head was small and heavily armored with scales.

“What are you?” Vaquel whispered. It had some resemblance to the corpses she had seen of Dead Fuckers-One but there were too many deviations for them to be genetically linked. Maybe a distant evolutionary cousin? Or could it be one of their bio-engineered creations? She doubted it. Everything Vaquel had seen of Dead Fuckers-One’s creations were meant to fuck and be fucked. These things looked like it was bred to kill.

There was a thunder crack as one of the Glister fired their rifle. The creature spun as something struck its shoulder. There was a spray of blue blood that arced over the fallen tree Vaquel was hiding behind. The blood landed on the grass behind her.

The grass sizzled. Vaquel watched as the blood disintegrated the grass and parts of the ground. Smoke rose.

“Fucking acid? Vaquel whispered. “The thing has acid blood? How the fuck does that even work?”

There was a roar and a scream. Vaquel peeked back over the tree. The red creature had leapt back towards the Glisters. There were a lot fewer white shapes than Vaquel remembered.

The beast tore through the Glister like a living shredder. Vaquel almost cheered to see so many genocidal celibates die so violently. The Glister kept firing but the beast was too fast. In less than ten deca-seconds, it had killed them all.

What would it do now? The red humanoid squatted down next to a Glister corpse. It ripped an arm off and began to eat it. Vaquel was grateful for the still functioning hologram obscuring the gory eating.

With the beast distracted, Vaquel decided to slip away. She crawled in the opposite direction flat on her stomach. Smoke continued to rise from where the acid blood ate into the ground.

Vaquel frowned. Acid blood was familiar somehow. She felt like she had encountered that before but she couldn’t remember exactly. That was weird. You would think something as impossible as acid blood would stick in someone’s memory

As soon as Vaquel reached a standing tree, she stood up. The red humanoid was still eating. Feeling somewhat safer, she jogged through the blasted forest. When she finds a good landing spot, she was going to call her probe ship for a pickup.

There was a structure up ahead. A tree had fallen on top of it but most of it remained. The structure wasn’t big, maybe ten meters long and only three meters tall, but it was the only sign of civilization Vaquel had found on this moon. She would need to check it.

Vaquel drew her laser pistol and approached the doorway. A metal door had fallen into the building. Deep claw marks marred the door. Something had broken in.

The inside of the building was a mess. Broken monitors lined the walls. A round mattress sat in the middle of the room, large enough to accommodate three or four bodies if they snuggled. Cabinets had been ripped open and all manner of sex toys littered the ground. There were empty pouches and cans that Vaquel could only guess the contents of.

“This place almost looks like my ship,” Vaquel said out loud. She recognized the dedicated areas for sleep, work, food preparation and even hygiene. Dead-Fuckers-One must have used this place as an outpost.

“But to what end?” Vaquel asked. She looked at the sex toys on the ground. There were a large number of dildoes, though she suspected they were actually vibrators. She walked over to a table and examined a scrap of paper. It had a drawing of a red humanoid with a giant cock and an even bigger tongue.

“I think I met you,” Vaquel said to the drawing. “Except I don’t see any claws on you and you’re missing scales. The version I saw didn’t have your cock either, and I think I would have noticed that.”

There were annotations on the paper, but it was written in Ebrima, a language that been uploaded in Vaquel’s brain as a theoretical language. Vaquel tried to read it but it was gibberish to her.

The illustration of a gene sequence though, that Vaquel recognized.

“Ha, those crafty fuckers,” Vaquel said. “They were bio-engineering creatures for sex. I wonder what happened to the one I saw. Is it some kind of mutant that has been altered by the atomic fallout? Or was it designed last minute by the Dead-Fuckers-One as a final weapon for the Glister?”

It was doubtful that Vaquel would ever learn the answer. She would make a report and sometime later, a Royal Navy ship will come to this moon and do a full investigation. If Vaquel was lucky, she might even one day read their report.

“Damn, the things my people could learn from you.”

Vaquel looked around the interior. There had to be something she could salvage right now but she didn’t see anything that looked like splicing technology. There were plenty of sex toys but nothing to sequence someone’s genes.

Something fell off a nearby table. Vaquel spun around and aimed her laser pistol. There was no one there. She slowly walked over to the table and looked to see what had fallen. There was a large yellow paddle with a nice studded grip.

“Hello, beauty,” Vaquel said. She picked up the paddle. It was heavier than it looked. The studs on the handle would make for a good dildo and the wide surface of the paddle promised a nice impact zone. This was a keeper.

Vaquel slapped the paddle to her hip. A small gravity field held the paddle in place. She didn’t find any technology but a good paddle was a nice consolation prize. It was time to go.

Someone stood in the doorway out. It was the red creature from earlier. Saliva dripped from its open mouth. Both arms were stretched wide as if anticipating trying to catch Vaquel.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She raised her pistol and almost fired before stopping herself. If she hit it in this confined space, where would that acid blood spray? Probably right onto her.

The beast snarled. It took a tentative step into the room. A long tongue peeked out from the fangs and tasted the air.

“Okay, you’re not killing me, so that’s good,” Vaquel said. “Maybe you’re still a living sex toy at heart.”

Vaquel holstered her weapon. The creature visibly relaxed and lowered their long arms. Feeling confident, Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. The top half of her red spacesuit melted away to expose her brown breasts.

The creature grunted. A thick phallus emerged from a hidden slit along its smooth crotch. The long cock titled upwards as it grew harder.

“There it is,” Vaquel said. “Thank the Queen, I was afraid your dick got mutated away.”

The creature rushed forward. Vaquel cried out as the beast rapidly closed the distance between them and grabbed her by the arms. She was lifted from her feet and her back smashed into the wall. The glassteel helmet protected her head but her back ached from the impact.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. She tried to reach for her laser pistol but the creature was holding her by the armpits and she couldn’t bend her arm enough to reach her belt.

The beast was face to face with her tits. The fanged mouth opened wide. Saliva dripped from its jaw.

“Don’t bite my tit off!” Vaquel screamed.

A red tongue snaked out of the mouth. The tip fluttered over Vaquel’s nipple. Rapid flicks hardened her nipple in an instant.

“Thank the Queen,” Vaquel whispered. The mutated creature must still retain some of its original sexual drive.

The tongue danced over Vaquel’s breast. As the beast tasted her, more of its impossibly long tongue emerged. The tongue wrapped around her tit as the tip continued to flicker.

Meanwhile, the creature’s cock bounced between its legs. It was an impressive member for its size but the ridges that ran along the sides were equally intriguing. As the creature licked Vaquel’s tit, its hips began to buck and fuck the open air.

“You know, I can help with that,” Vaquel said.

The creature unwound its tongue from Vaquel’s tit. Narrow eyes stared at her face as the tongue moved to her other breast. The tip of the tongue started at her nipple, but soon wound its way around her breast as it tasted every centimeter.

Vaquel squirmed in the creature’s grasp. The winding tongue squeezed her breast as the fluttering tip sensitized her flesh. A hurricane of heat and moisture descended on her pussy but there was no way to touch herself.

All the while, the creature continued to fuck the open air with its hard cock.

“Poor thing,” Vaquel said. “You need some sex education.”

Vaquel reached out with her feet. Both boots locked around the sides of the thrusting cock. The creature paused but then resumed thrusting into the grip of her boots.

“Damn, you like it rough,” Vaquel said. Any other cock would get shredded by rubbing against her hard boots but this beast liked it.

The beast groaned, but with its mouth open it was more of a hiss. The long tongue unwound from Vaquel’s tit and the flickering tip licked its way down Vaquel’s stomach. When it reached her belly button, the tip licked harder.

“Oh shit, you’re making me ticklish!” Vaquel said. She squirmed in the humanoid’s grip, all the while keeping her feet locked around the thrusting cock.

As Vaquel squirmed, her large tits jiggled. The creature grunted and one of his hands moved from her armpit to a bouncing breast. Eight powerful fingers clamped down and crushed her breast.

Vaquel forgot about the tickling as desire flooded her pussy. Sharp claws dug into her flesh and mercifully didn’t draw blood. The intense sensations caused her to moan louder.

The red humanoid grunted. The tongue left her belly button and moved further down to Vaquel’s crotch. The nimble tongue lapped against the spacesuit covering her pussy.

“Can you smell it?” Vaquel asked. “Can you smell how wet I am? I bet you want to sink that big member right into my wet little hole, don’t you?”

The beast hissed. One clawed hand squeezed her tit harder. The tongue flicked harder against the thin material of her spacesuit.

“Shit, forgot my hand was free,” Vaquel groaned. She reached down to her belt and pressed a button. A seam appeared over her crotch and widened to reveal the pink bush of her pubic hair.

The long tongue wiggled into her bush and licked the dew from her sex lips. Vaquel cried out and forgot to keep her feet around the creature’s cock. Her legs dropped down as the tongue wiggled deeper inside her.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. “How are you licking me so fast?”

The tongue rapidly flicked inside Vaquel. It was a testament to the genetic splicing skills of Dead Fuckers-One. The tongue spun inside her pussy, cork-screwing its way in and out of her pussy as it licked her.

“Oh yes, make me come you beautiful red monster!” Vaquel screamed.

The beast humped the air as its tongue delved inside Vaquel’s pussy. The clawed hand kneaded her captured breast, constantly making Vaquel aware of the sharp points. The other hand held onto her armpit and was slowly turning her arm numb.

Vaquel didn’t care. The twisting, fluttering, licking tongue tasted every millimeter of her clenching pussy. She squirmed with maddening delight.

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

The beast grunted. The large cock throbbed violently. He dropped Vaquel to the ground and she fell to her knees. Powerful hands gripped the sides of her glassteel helmet and squeezed.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. Micro-fissures appeared in the nearly indestructible bubble helmet. She quickly tapped the release button on her belt.

There was a hissing of air and the red humanoid wrenched the helmet from Vaquel’s shoulders. He tossed it aside and grabbed Vaquel by the head. With a thrust of their hips, he slammed his greedy cock towards Vaquel’s face.

Vaquel opened her mouth just in time. The cock pushed into her mouth and down her throat. She choked and accidentally bit down, but the tough creature didn’t seem to notice.

The beast hissed, either in pleasure, triumph or something else. Sixteen claws pricked Vaquel’s head as he tightened his grip. The tip of the long tongue fluttered against her eyebrows as the throbbing cock slid in and out of her lips.

Vaquel groaned. It had been ages since someone used her face like this. One hand dropped down to her wet pussy and furiously stroked. The other hand went to the creature’s thighs in a futile attempt to get the creature to slow down.

The beast was too powerful. In the wreckage of an alien outpost in the middle of a shattered jungle on a bombarded moon, Vaquel was reduced to a kneeling slut with an open mouth by the alien creature. All she could do was take whatever the monster wanted to give to her.

Vaquel couldn’t be happier. She climaxed again on her fingers. The thrusting cock in her mouth muffled her praise to the Queen.

The creature hissed louder. The pulsing cock was nearly vibrating. The claws on Vaquel’s head pricked harder with each thrust. It was going to come.

Vaquel reached for the creature’s member. She wrapped pussy-soaked fingers around the base of throbbing base. Gripping with both hands, she stroked the thrusting cock.

The pressure on Vaquel’s head relaxed. The creature hissed louder and his thrusts stopped. He let go of her head and reached down to grab both tits with its clawed hands.

Vaquel popped the creature’s cock from her mouth. “Let me take care of you, you gorgeous fuck beast,” she said. Stroking with both hands, Vaquel showed the beast what her tongue can do as she flicked the swollen head.

The beast was almost panting. It was close. The once-murderous monster was now a gentle cock in Vaquel’s expert hands.

One of the creature’s legs trembled. Both hands tightened around her tits. Now was the moment of its climax.

A vision popped in Vaquel’s mind. It was her own face, although a lot older. Over one eye was an eye-patch. It was the future version of herself that she had met during her travels. How did the future Vaquel lose an eye? She remembered asking and what the other Vaquel had replied.

“I’ll tell you one thing, if you like having peripheral vision, never let an alien creature with acid blood come on your fucking face.”

A chill went through Vaquel. She turned the cock to the side as it was about to erupt. A stream of pulsing blue liquid fired from the cock. It splattered against a wall and the wall began to melt.

The creature shuddered. The long tongue went limp. The clawed hands released her tits.

Vaquel kept pumping the cock. More acid come fired from the member. She kept her stroking restricted to the base and made sure to not come in contact with the deadly come.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. That was close!

A wave of nausea came over Vaquel. It was a paradox reality shift. Her future self saved Vaquel from disfigurement, changing the future as well as changing the past. Colors bled all around Vaquel as reality threatened to tear itself apart. A thousand howls surrounded Vaquel and seemed to be coming from her own atoms.

“Was it worth destroying reality to save my own eye?” Vaquel thought.

“Fuck yes,” she answered almost instantly.

The nausea passed. Colors returned to normal. The howls died as if they never were. Vaquel released the creature’s dick and touched the ground. Reality appeared to still be there.

The creature grunted and the cock retracted back into its hide. It was oblivious to how close this timeline came to no longer existing. The monster went to the mattress in the middle of the room and curled into a ball to rest. One red eye stayed open and peered at Vaquel. Its intentions were impossible to read.

“Yeah, time to go,” Vaquel said. She stood up and pressed a button on her belt. The red material of her spacesuit slid back over her body. She winced as the material clung tightly to her tender tits. There were a lot of scratches from the monster’s claws. She recovered her helmet and put it back on. Biometrics appeared on the holographic display inside the glassteel.

Vaquel left the resting creature behind and went back into the jungle. The paddle she recovered slapped against her hip. She pressed another button on her belt and summoned her probe ship. It would be here in a few kiloseconds.

In the meantime, Vaquel sat on a fallen tree trunk and enjoyed existing, being well-licked, and having two eyes.

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Queen’s Unearthly Ass that Haunts the Dreams of All Who See It,” by Royal Astronomers. There are four planets and all four show signs of previous habitation. I say previous because all four have also been irradiated by repeated missile strikes. Scans indicate that these planets were once inhabited by the species I have designated Dead Fuckers-One.

The second planet from the sun is different. Multiple wormholes are active on the surface and appear to be draining radiation from the planet. I am also detecting scattered lifeforms. Could members of Dead Fuckers-One still be alive? It is impossible to verify due to the wormholes’ interference with the scans so I will need to land to verify. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Queen’s tit, it has been a long time since I fucked something organic and sentient. I hope these survivors aren’t too traumatized to fuck my brains out.

Vaquel Di picked her way through the ruins of a large city. Dark clouds covered the world in a dull haze. To stand out, the explorer was wearing a bright pink spacesuit that matched the color of her short pink hair. The suit clung tightly to her curves and the excitement of the day meant both nipples stretched against the thin material. A clear glassteel helmet encased her head and broadcasted a halo of light all around her.

A green wormhole hovered in the sky, as large as the city itself. Streams of condensation flowed into the wormhole. The streams sparkled with radioactive dust. The science of how it was draining the radiation was beyond Vaquel but it was sure was pretty to look at.

The scanner on her Vaquel’s wrist beeped. There were life signs nearby, but it was unclear where. The wormhole up above was giving off so many anomalous energies that Vaquel was surprised her scanner was working at all.

A cracking sound echoed through the ruins. Vaquel thought it came from the right. She walked in that direction at a hurried pace.

Ruins always demanded caution but Vaquel’s eagerness propelled her forward. She craved the excitement of meeting a new species. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was flowing. Everything she had seen of the culture of Dead Fuckers-One indicated that they were a highly advanced sensual species and she was ready to experience some of those advancements personally.

There was another cracking sound, followed by the sound of falling debris. Vaquel’s safety training kicked in and she froze in place. Moving much more cautiously, she peeked around the corner of shattered wall to investigate.

Nearby were four white shapes. They were vaguely humanoid but it was hard to tell. Their bodies warped and shifted as they moved and there was very little definition. Vaquel could make out two arms and maybe two legs, as well as a head but no sensory organs. Each of them had a numeral on their fronts and backs that seem to float. The numerals were written a variation of Sim Sun.

More importantly, each being carried some form of rifle. One of the beings aimed their weapon at a nearby sculpture of two humanoids mating. There was a cracking sound as the weapon fired and then statue exploded.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel whispered. These weren’t Dead Fuckers-One survivors, these were someone else. Maybe their destroyers!

Vaquel dropped down low and watched. The four beings moved, their bodies shifting in vague ways. When one of them stepped on a piece of rubble, their leg extended for a moment to cover the rock.

“Holograms,” Vaquel said to herself. The aliens were wearing hologram emitters to conceal their bodies. But for what purpose? They were invaders in a dead planet. Did they fear being recognized?

The aliens walked side by side down the street away from Vaquel. They fired their weapons at murals and statues. Vaquel wasn’t sure why they were wasting ammo. The murals depicted naked members of Dead Fuckers-One and the statues were all phallic or yonic in nature. None of the objects posed a threat.

Vaquel slowly trailed the aliens as they demolished stationary objects. She needed more information. These aliens were an unknown quantity and she was duty bound by her service to the Queen to assess and understand them. They clearly possessed the ability to destroy entire planets so caution and diplomacy was the recommended course of action.

A simmering anger clouded Vaquel’s thoughts. She barely knew anything about Dead Fuckers-One but they came across as beings who liked to fuck. Their art and attention to nude detail stirred Vaquel’s pussy and eyes. The only thing she knew about these new aliens was that were slowly destroying any remnants of Dead Fuckers-One’s pornography.

Maybe caution should be skipped for a battle field dissection and interrogation? Vaquel unholstered her laser pistol and set the beam for rapid-fire. Her other hand went to her belt and pulled a marble-sized plasma grenade from a pouch.

The beings stopped at a clearing. They set their weapons down and reached into their holographic forms to pull out small bags. Each of them opened their bag and brought it to their heads. The white shapes prevented Vaquel from seeing if they were eating, drinking or merely sniffing the bags.

This was a perfect time to attack. Vaquel hesitated. If she killed this team, then it is highly likely that future encounters will be hostile. Maybe she should push her prejudice away and try talking to these assholes.

One of the beings dropped his bag. Green noodles flopped on the ground. They pointed in Vaquel’s direction and screamed.

“Animal!” It is was spoken in perfect Sim Sun.

Oh well. Maybe now that a sneak attack was impossible, Vaquel switched to diplomacy. She holstered her pistol and palmed the grenade in her other hand.

“Greetings!” Vaquel said, stepping out from cover.

All four beings dropped their bags and reached for their rifles. They moved deceptively fast, although it might have been the holograms concealing their actual movement. As soon as they recovered their weapons, they assumed a firing stance and attacked. It took barely a second.

As fast as they were, Vaquel was faster. She drew, aimed and fired her laser pistol at the alien that first spotted her. The alien’s hologram rippled as three laser beams passed through it. The white shape collapsed to the ground.

The other three fired. The wall behind Vaquel exploded. The other shots went wide as Vaquel dived backwards. She tossed her plasma grenade underhand as she fell.

The grenade exploded in a ball of orange light. The crackle of plasma was joined by the explosion of one of rifles. Two screams were cut short but a third scream lingered in the air.

Vaquel stood up. There was a smoking crater filled with green paste and pieces of metal. Vaquel assumed the paste were the remains of some of the aliens. Their weapons were highly unstable to explode as easily as they did.

Beside the crater were two bodies. Vaquel had shot the one to the right earlier and the hologram had shifted to a dull gray. The alien to the left was clutching their leg. The leg was pointing in a direction that did not seem natural, but since Vaquel couldn’t see their actual body, who knew?

Oh wait, it was clutching their leg with one arm. The other arm was missing, or at least the holographic representation of their arm was missing. Wait, there it is. About a meter away was a gray shape that could have been its arm. Interesting, even in separation the limb retained their hologram.

“Indecent animal!” the white hologram shouted. “You will submit for this!”

“I don’t think so,” Vaquel said. She walked towards the shouted, her laser pistol pointed at what she thought was its chest.

“My name is Vaquel Di, of the Royal Navy of Euphoria,” she announced. “Identify yourself and your species.”

The hologram rocked back and forth, clutching their leg.

“What is Euphoria?” the alien asked. “You are not one of the Animals who lived on this planet. Are you one of their creations? One final beast that needs to be put down?”

“I’m not from around here,” Vaquel said. “I come from a star system about oh, let’s say a hundred stars from here.”

“Impossible!” the alien said. “That is far beyond any wormhole’s reach! There is no way you could have come here from that far away!”

Vaquel squatted down in front of the alien. The holograms shifted as the alien lurched back. Was it afraid? It was hard to tell with a white block for a face.

“I came in a starship,” Vaquel said. “A vehicle that uses solar power and other principles to convey me across the vast reaches of space. Do you not have anything like that?”

“By the Laws, then it is true,” the alien whispered. “The more depraved an Animal is, the greater their ability to pervert nature.”

“What makes me so depraved?” Vaquel asked.

The alien pointed with its arm at Vaquel’s chest. “The Animals who lived here walked around naked and flaunted their bodies but you are even worse. Your body covering conceals your skin but reveals every depraved curve and I can see your pointy things right there. Even your genital slit is visible through that barbaric material!”

Vaquel looked down. Yep, it was visible. She spread her legs wider in her squat to make sure.

“Disgusting!” the alien snarled.

“Let’s see what you look like under there,” Vaquel said. She moved forward and placed a hand on the alien’s leg. She felt something hard and almost plastic-like.

“Get back, Animal!” the alien snapped. It swung its remaining arm at Vaquel and slapped the side of her helmet.

Vaquel stood up and pointed her pistol at the alien. “Hey, remember who the prisoner is!”

The alien made a disgusted noise. “You’re forcing me to look right at your genitals!”

Vaquel snorted. “You act like you have never seen any before.”

“I haven’t!” the alien said. “We are implanted with eight subcutaneous projectors at birth! They are always covering us and preventing visual activation of our animal lusts.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. “You mean that you have never seen a naked body? Not even your own cock?”

The alien said nothing. If he was expressing disgust or shame, the hologram wasn’t conveying it.

“Alright you pervert,” Vaquel said. “Enough messing around. I got questions and you need to provide them.”

“I refuse to help you in any way that will delay your cleansing!” the alien said. “You might as well kill me now.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Vaquel said. “It is tempting. I know you and your friends are not the only beings alive on this planet. Another squad might come by to check on you or maybe you are supposed to call in at a certain time. Am I right?”

The alien gave no response. The white shape was blank.

“But you are the first living being I have met in a while and it would be nice to chat,” Vaquel. “And maybe do other things.”

“What other things?” the alien asked.

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A seam appeared in the pink spacesuit around her neck. The seam moved down, slowly parting to expose the brown flesh of her chest.

“Codes protect me,” the alien whimpered.

“Tell me, have you ever seen a tit this nice?” Vaquel asked. She grabbed the side of the seam. “Actually, have you ever seen a tit?”

“Stop!” the alien shouted. “Don’t do it!”

Vaquel pulled ever so slightly on the seam. The swelling curve of her breast was exposed. The alien whimpered as she pulled.

“Then tell me about your species,” Vaquel said. “Who are they and where is your planets?”

“Stop and I’ll tell you!” the alien said.

Vaquel kept her hand where it was, exposing the side of her tit.

“Our people call ourselves the Glister,” the alien said. “We were Animals once but we ascended thanks to the Codes that our Code Givers created. We gave up our Animal ways and adopted the Armor of Denial and Discipline. Unlike the Animals here, we only have one planet.”

“One planet?” Vaquel said. “But you have wormhole technology. Why haven’t you seeded other planets?”

“Because we are not Animals!” the alien said. “We control our population with zero sum growth.”

“Then why create wormholes in the first place?” Vaquel asked.

The alien was quiet. Perhaps he had interrogatee’s regret. Vaquel knew how to fix that.

“Hey, answer the question,” Vaquel said as she pulled harder on the seam until her hard brown nipple was exposed.

The alien cried out. He held his arm out to shield his face. Before Vaquel could threaten him, his arm lowered a smidge.

“Your exposed gland is repulsive, but yet I still want to put it in my mouth?” he whispered.

“Try it and you might like it,” Vaquel said. “Tell me about your wormholes. Or do you want me to start squeezing my tits?”

“No, no, no!” the alien said. “We didn’t create the wormholes, the Animals did! The appeared on our world and brought their horrible inventions with them! They had their filthy plants that they copulated with! They had strange machines they put in their bodies purely for pleasure! They even brought the machines that created wormholes so they can go back to their filthy kind.”

“You stole their tech,” Vaquel said. She pulled her suit seam all the way to the side so that her entire breast was exposed. The alien groaned but Vaquel ignored him. Her fingers idly pinched a nipple as she thought out loud.

“The Animals, or Dead Fuckers-One,” Vaquel said, “came to your world through their own wormholes. Were they here to conquer? Nah, I have yet to see any weapons. They probably came to your planet to say hello and ask if you wanted to fuck. Queen’s tit, they brought their own sex toys. I knew I liked these beings.”

Vaquel’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the alien. “And what did your people do when they arrived?”

“Please, stop doing that to your point,” the alien said, pointing their arm at Vaquel’s nipple.

“This?” Vaquel said. She pulled hard on her nipple. The rest of her breast stretched outwards.

“So vile,” the alien said. The other leg shifted.

“Tell me what you did to the beings who came to your planet,” Vaquel said.

“We cleansed the Animals,” the alien said. “By Bullet, by Knife and by Atomic Fire. We destroyed their creations but our Code Givers forbade us from destroying the machines that created wormholes. Those we kept and our Code Givers studied them.”

“What did the beings you murdered do then?” Vaquel asked.

“Please, stop doing that,” the alien begged.

Vaquel released her nipple. This time the white holographic shapes shuddered.

“How did they respond to your attack?” Vaquel said.

“They did nothing,” the alien said. “The Animals never came back. Our Code Givers predicted that they were preparing their response. We turned all of our production to creating weapons and wormhole generators so that we may strike them first. Some communities devoted themselves to searching the skies, looking for signs of their wormholes so we could track down all the places they lived. My community was tasked with creating tactics and training to root out any survivors on their worlds and finish them off.”

“As well as destroy any statues,” Vaquel quipped.

“All traces of the Animal must be removed,” the alien snarled.

Vaquel didn’t respond. Her people, the Euphorians, engaged in conquest all the time. They were a greedy hedonistic people who quite frankly, liked to fuck people up. What they didn’t do was this wholesale destruction of another species and their culture. It was a kind of evil that Vaquel had a hard time comprehending.

The holograms around the alien’s waist shifted. It moved their hand to between their legs. The holographic white blocks made it impossible to see what was happening, but Vaquel had a good guess.

“You’re aroused,” Vaquel said. “Probably staring at my tit right now. I have always had a sixth sense for when beings are staring at my tits.”

“The horror of your body is infecting me with Animal urges,” the alien admitted.

“Never had my tits called horrible before,” Vaquel said. She brought her wrist scanner close to the alien’s body. The readings were still a mess. The interference from the wormhole was just too great.

“This is your lucky day,” Vaquel said. “I need a sample of your genetics and my scanner is malfunctioning. I am going to have to get a physical sample for analysis later.”

“Code protect me,” the alien said. “Are you going to remove a limb? Can you take the arm that was already blown off?”

“Nothing so bloody,” Vaquel said. She reached down towards the alien’s crotch. Her hand passed through the holographic white shape and felt something stiff. It was just the alien’s pants. She ran her fingers along the contours but the crotch was remarkably shapeless.

“Pull your genitals out,” Vaquel ordered.

The alien was quiet. Vaquel could almost feel the alien staring at her exposed tit. A second passed and then he shifted. There was a hissing sound from his crotch, followed by eight distinct clicks. Vaquel felt a piece of the pants come loose and she pulled. A panel swung down and she reached in.

There was something long and slender behind the panel. It was hot to the touch. She wrapped her fingers around it and discovered it was as thin as a laser barrel. The head was a little wider but not by much. There was an interesting arrangement of bumps down the length.

The alien groaned but said nothing.

“You are not protesting,” Vaquel said. She gave the slender phallus a tug. “I was expecting more of a struggle.”

“Your Animal nature has infected me,” the alien said.

“Oh, is that what you are telling yourself?” Vaquel says.

The alien said nothing.

Vaquel slid her hand up and down the alien’s unseen phallus. The white holographic block grew larger to conceal the movement of her hand. Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel the phallus pulse in her hand. The small bumps inflated and shrunk in a curious rhythm.

“Have you ever done this to yourself?” Vaquel asked.

“Genital touching is only allowed for urine dispersal,” the alien said in a whisper.

“Poor bastards,” Vaquel said. “Wait, what about intercourse?”

“Only Animals copulate,” the alien said. They groaned as Vaquel added a twist to her wrist motion.

“How the fuck do you reproduce?” Vaquel asked.

“I will not tell you the secrets of my people!” the alien said. “Wait, why did you stop?”

Vaquel removed her hand from the alien’s crotch. “I don’t give handjobs to non-cooperative prisoners.”

The alien reached for their crotch and stopped themselves. “But you have already begun the process of arousal! My depositor feels strange, like it might burst. You must relieve the pressure!”

“Nope,” Vaquel said. She went back to fondling her exposed breast. Her fingers pulled on her nipple until it slipped from her fingertips.

The alien reached for his crotch again but stopped himself. The white holograms prevented Vaquel from seeing the alien’s face but she knew their eyes were glued to her chest. A pitiful whimper came from the alien.

“When a Glister dies, they are brought to the Womb Tanks,” the alien said. “Their bodies are broken down and their genes combined with other genes to form spawn. The Glister child has their hologram emitters injected and as well as a full copy of the Code in their brains.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. “You sexless assholes are clones. Why they fuck do they even let you have genitals?”

“Mastery of our urges is what makes us better than Animals!” the alien said.

“Crazy non-fuckers,” Vaquel said. She stopped playing with her tit and spat onto her hand. The alien didn’t even notice that her other hand holstered her laser pistol.

“Why did you do that?” the alien asked.

“You’ll see,” Vaquel said as she wrapped her spit-covered fingers around the alien’s hidden cock.

“Ohhh!” the alien cried.

Vaquel stroked the alien hard and fast. It was a bit rough for an alien’s first time but she was too disgusted to care. An entire civilization that repressed their sexual desires? It was something Euphorian philosophers speculate about but never thought was possible. When Vaquel brought back proof of this planet, her planet might consider it the most horrible thing ever discovered. The Queen might not thank her for this discovery.

The alien didn’t seem to mind the rough treatment, though with the holograms covering his face and body, who could tell? There were some subtle hints. The uninjured leg kept digging its foot into the dirt. The good arm slapped against the alien’s chest. The hologram around the head didn’t move but Vaquel could hear rapid breathing.

“Code protect me, I am going to die!” the alien shouted.

Vaquel ducked her head down. The white hologram blinded her but she was going by touch. Her lips wrapped around the head of the phallus as her hand continued to pump.

Hot liquid splashed on her tongue. It was a geyser. Vaquel’s mouth quickly filled with the alien’s spunk. She pulled her head up and let go of the phallus. Pulling out a sample pouch from her belt, Vaquel spat the alien’s seed into the sterile bag.

The alien cried out. Yellow liquid shoot into the air from their crotch. The hologram tried to extend itself to cover the emission but the ejaculate soon flew out of the hologram’s range. The pumping continued for a few seconds and then stopped.

“That felt amazing!” the alien said. “I feel like I just cleansed a hundred Animals!”

Vaquel stood up and pressed a button on her belt. The seam in her suit joined together and covered her exposed breast. She sealed the sample pouch and tucked it back into her belt.

The alien made a high-pitched noise that might have bene giggling. The arm went to their crotch and paused, and then touched itself. There was the sound of clicks as their pants panel locked down.

“I feel so strange,” the alien said. “I feel good and yet also tired. I am also hungry. Is this normal? Am I dying?”

“Not yet,” Vaquel said. She drew and fired her laser pistol. Three beams went through the alien’s head. The hologram flickered and then turned a dull grey color.

She stared down on the probably dead alien. She had to kill it because it would have reported back to the Glisters that a new kind of Animal was flying between stars. That would complicate her mission. It was a necessary kill.

For some reason, Vaquel was feeling regret. That was unusual. Was she becoming weak?

She looked at the ruins around her. Shattered buildings were littered with the remains of Dead Fuckers-One. Anything of beauty had been demolished.

Now the regret made sense to Vaquel. She regretted that she didn’t have more genocidal non-fuckers to shoot.