Mar 012023

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.

Feb 012023

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated “The Queen’s Laughter from Her Enemy’s Misfortune” by Royal Astronomers. There are sixteen planets and half are gas giants. The third and the fourth planets support life, but the fourth planet shows no signs of intelligent life. The third planet is much further along with primitive artificial satellites.

Monitoring their communications is easy as they speak some version of Gadugi. It has revealed some curious qualities. They live in city-states and appear to be divided along geographical borders but I detect no military aggression between them. Maybe they are engaged in some sort of subtle economic war. Either way, they are unnaturally peaceful with each other without the presence of a central authority.

Clearly these people are being controlled somehow. I will endeavor to find out how. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: My scanners detect that one of the city-states is launching a manned vessel today. According to the broadcasts I have intercepted, this craft will attempt to orbit the planet for a week and then return to the surface. They are very excited about this pioneering effort. It will be cute to watch.

Vaquel Di stood in front of her mirror naked. One foot was on Chairbot’s seat with her leg spread to the side. The mirror reflected her smooth brown legs and the bright pink bush of her pubic hair. A hair trimmer was in one hand while the other hand idly stroked her pussy.

She was stalling. This bush of pink hair had been with her since she started her exploration mission some thirteen years ago. Oh, she had trimmed it and she had kept it from becoming a wild jungle, but she had always maintained a thick bush. A lot of alien fingers, mouths, cocks and other appendages that encountered this bush. It was like an old friend.

But still, Vaquel was in the mood for a change. The aliens on the planet below were furry creatures without a spot of bare skin. They had gorgeous furs and glorious manes, but after staring at so much hair on the communication channels, Vaquel was developing an appreciation for naked skin. She wasn’t going to touch the cute short pink hair on her head so depilation of her bush would have to do.

Vaquel brought the trimmer down on her crotch. Tufts of pink hair fell and were snatched away by a minitractor beam within the trimmer. It was never good to have hair floating around on a spaceship. Little by little, the pink bush disappeared and revealed the dark lips of her sex.

She thought about the alien rocket she saw earlier. The launch was quite spectacular. They were using liquid fuel and the flames it produced looked like a volcano erupting. Vaquel half-expected the rocket to explode at any moment but somehow the crude vehicle stayed intact. It eventually dropped their fuel tanks into the ocean and reached orbit, but they still had a distressing amount of fuel on board.

That had been a few hours ago. The novelty of rudimentary space travel soon wore off and Vaquel was restless. Self-grooming was one of the safer things an explorer can do while bored.

Another pass of the trimmer removed the last of the hairs around Vaquel’s sex.

“Hey there,” Vaquel said to her pussy. The lips were a little bigger than she remembered. There was a spot that might have been a scar. She wondered when she picked that up. All in all, it was a lovely pussy.

There was a band of pink hair above her pussy. Vaquel started to clear it away and then paused. The hair was so soft and fluffy; it would be a shame to lose it all. Vaquel used the trimmer to clear away most of it and left behind a tight little triangle. The remaining pink hair was a pretty adornment for her pussy. It almost looked like a hat.

“Mistress!” Chairbot said. “The alien rocket is experiencing a critical malfunction! Scanners are detecting multiple explosions.”

“That’s too bad,” Vaquel said. “You don’t need that much to re-enter an atmosphere.” She set the trimmer down and ran her fingers over her pussy. Damn, that was nice and smooth. She was tempted to play with herself right now but curiosity won out.

“Come on, let’s see if any of the poor bastards survived,” Vaquel said. She walked back to the front of the ship to the navigation console. Chairbot rolled behind her, already dedicating several monitors to the distressed rocket.

The rocket was in four pieces. A swarm of debris floated beside it. The debris accounted for forty percent of the ship’s original mass.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “At least the poor fuckers died quick.”

“Negative, Mistress,” Chairbot reported. “There is still one life sign.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore again. “Where?”

One of the rocket fragments become highlighted. It was the onboard laboratory. The compartment was sealed but had no propulsion or navigation controls of any kind. It was a floating coffin.

“Any signals coming from the survivor?” Vaquel asked.

“Negative, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “No movement either. They might be unconscious.”

“Small mercy,” Vaquel thought. The explorer might asphyxiate before regaining consciousness. Then again, they might not. They might wake up just in time to suffocate. Space was a nasty bitch that way.

Vaquel thought of her travels. Other than Chairbot, she had been alone for a very long time. Dying was always a possibility and she had made peace with the idea of dying alone on some unknown planet. For some reason she couldn’t identify, she was having a harder time accepting some other explorer dying alone.

She punched in an intercept course for the debris field. As the ship shifted direction, Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. Shiny green fabric flowed from her belt and onto Vaquel’s skin. By the time she reached the airlock, she was nearly covered in the skintight material. She grabbed a glassteel helmet and secured it to her head.

“I don’t understand, Mistress,” Chairbot said, rolling behind her. “I thought you were forbidden from interfering with emerging space civilizations.”

That was true. Space travel was hard and some planets gave up reaching for the stars and were content to remain on the ground. Those planets were a lot easier for the Queen’s armies to conquer. For that reason, the Royal Navy had a strict rule about providing any sort of aid to beginner space travelers.

“The Royal Navy doesn’t need to know about this,” Vaquel said. “As far as they are concerned, there were no survivors.”

“Understood, Mistress,” Chairbot said. For a subservient robot, he was remarkably eager to aid in the disobeying of orders. Vaquel wondered if she should worry about that.

“Approaching the debris field, Mistress!” Chairbot announced.

Vaquel stepped into the airlock. As she the inner lock sealed, Vaquel slipped on the propulsion pack to her back. The other seal opened. Bright light filled the airlock as Vaquel looked out at the bright blue planet. The debris of the destroyed vessel floated in front of her.

She kicked out of the airlock and activated her pack. Gentle forces propelled Vaquel towards the remnants of the alien ship. The debris was small as the explosion had torn apart most of the components.

The laboratory was up ahead. Vaquel slowed her velocity and adjusted her angle to come along side the floating compartment. She was struck by how small the lab was. It was barely the size of her navigation console. Only the luck of internal explosions allowed the module to survive that explosion.

There was a hatch. Vaquel opened it and a cloud of air left and immediately froze. Vaquel pushed the cloud away and stepped inside.

The alien drifted. They wore a clunky white spacesuit that looked terribly awkward. A clear faceplate revealed a face covered in silver hair. The eyes were closed.

Bio scanner data appeared in side Vaquel’s glassteel helmet. The alien was unconscious and their oxygen levels were low. The suit they wore was intact but without power.

Vaquel grabbed the alien around the waist. They were small, just over a meter tall. She pulled the alien through the hatch and then kicked away from the lab. The propulsion pack activated and sent Vaquel on a rapid ascent back to her ship.

Kiloseconds later, Vaquel pulled the alien out of the airlock and into the habitation corridor of her ship. The alien was distressingly light in her arms. She set her down on the ground and pulled a sonic knife from her belt.

“Chairbot, get us out of orbit,” Vaquel commanded. “I don’t think their primitive tech can detect the ship but let’s not take any chances.”

“Right away, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

Vaquel started with the helmet. The sonic knife parted the metal clasps and separated fibers on the molecular level. There was a distressing lack of air escaping as the seal was broken.

The alien gasped and sat up. They weakly fumbled with their helmet. Vaquel pulled the helmet from their head and tossed it aside.

The alien shuddered. Silver hair around their mouth parted to reveal long rows of teeth. Deep green eyes the color of emeralds blinked but couldn’t’ focus. One of their hands pawed at their chest.

“Take this off,” the alien whispered in Gadugi. “Skin, can’t breathe.” The alien then closed her eyes and went limp.

Vaquel brought the knife to the alien’s chest. Making her best guess, Vaquel adjusted the length of the sonic blade and started cutting. The crude space suit began to part and Vaquel pulled at the thick material.

More of the alien’s body was revealed. It was covered in fine silver hair. The fur was barely a centimeter in length and the body it covered was lithe and muscular.

A black tunic covered the alien’s chest and crotch. Vaquel wasn’t sure if that needed to go too, and the alien wasn’t answering. She used the sonic blade to cut the tunic which almost sprang open on its own. Once Vaquel saw the large four fur-covered breasts, that the tunic was holding in, she had a better appreciation for the cloth’s resilience.

Vaquel pulled the rest of the tunic off the alien to reveal a furry cleft between her legs. Unlike the rest of her fur, the pubic area was a bright gold color. She wondered if it was natural or some sort of cosmetic decoration.

The alien groaned. The eyes were still closed. She reached out and her hand fell on Vaquel’s breast. Four short fingers latched on and squeezed.

“Nice,” the alien moaned.

Vaquel smirked. As the alien held onto her tit, Vaquel pulled her glassteel helmet off and set it aside. The bioscanner data rerouted to the wrist display. From what Vaquel could tell, the alien was suffering from oxygen deprivation, but her levels were steadily increasing. Perhaps it was causing cognitive impairment.

“Show me your fur, pretty fish,” the alien mumbled. “Come on . . .I’ll be good.”

Vaquel snorted. Yep, the alien was out of it. Still, Vaquel was curious how the alien would react to bare skin. More importantly, she wanted to see how those furry fingers felt on her breast.

She tapped a button on her belt and a seam split the chest of her spacesuit. Vaquel pulled on one side and her brown breast flopped out of the green material. She gently pulled the alien’s hand away from one breast and then pressed it to the exposed tit.

Furry fingers clenched and squeezed. The tiny hairs tickled at first but the softness of the fur was luxurious. The hand shifted, squeezing and releasing as it moved around the contours of her breast.

“No beast, no engine,” the alien babbled. The eyes were still closed but ridges formed in the fur above their head. Their lips opened and closed.

The alien cupped Vaquel’s tit and held onto it. She reached blindly with her other hand for Vaquel’s arm. Vaquel watched in amusement as the hand slid down her arm and found her wrist. The alien then guided Vaquel’s hand to one of her four breasts.

Vaquel squeezed the offered breast. The fur was soft but the mass underneath was softer. She pulled on the plump breast and the alien let out a loud moan.

“Ocean cheese,” the alien babbled.

Vaquel laughed and then moaned as a new sensation came from the alien’s fingers. Heat radiated from the furry digits, but it was a soothing heat like a warm breath. A finger pressed down on her nipple and Vaquel felt the heat radiate through her breast.

What was going on? She glanced at the bioscanner display on her wrist. Well, something was happening but the data was inconclusive. Could it be magnetic in nature?

Whatever it was, it felt wonderful. Warmth flowed from the alien’s hand and deep into Vaquel’s breast tissue. Every millimeter of her skin became sensitized. Her tit felt heavy and potent with heat.

Vaquel tapped another button on her belt and the green spacesuit retracted completely from her chest. She grabbed the other alien’s hand and placed it on her newly exposed tit. The alien’s fingers latched on with the same gentle strength and moments later, the warmth flowed from this hand as well.

“Ohh!” Vaquel moaned. It was like dipping her breasts in hot water. The energy suffused her large breasts and went deep into her chest. She could feel it flowing into her arms. It reminded her of getting drunk or experiencing a good dermal intoxicant.

“Justify express!” the alien moaned. They rolled their shoulders, pressing their own breast into Vaquel’s hand.

Were they expecting a similar exchange of energy? Vaquel had none to give but she could perform her own form of stimulation. She shifted her grip to carefully pinch the side of the alien’s breast.

“Banquet!” the alien moaned. Their hips lifted dramatically.

Vaquel assumed that was a positive statement. She pinched another plump bit of the alien’s breast and then another. She worked her way towards the alien’s tiny nipple, watching the alien shiver with each pinch. When her fingers squeezed the hard little nub of flesh, the alien whistled a wild scale of notes.

“Oh, you liked that?” Vaquel whispered.

The alien suddenly sat up. She opened her toothy mouth and went straight towards Vaquel’s breast. Vaquel was taken by surprise and barely had time to react as the alien’s wide mouth encircled her tit with teeth, That was a slight prick of fangs and Vaquel froze in place.

A tongue licked her nipple. Vaquel relaxed slightly, still aware of the far too many teeth around her breast. The tongue licked again, and then again, and then inexplicably, three tongues licked Vaquel’s breast.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. She leaned into the tongues, not caring about the pricks to her breast. Yes, there were definitely three tongues licking her. One licked her nipple while another licked the underside of her breast and a third licked the side. Each tongue was a flickering, rapid feather of licks.

Meanwhile, warmth continued to flow from the alien’s hands and into her breasts. Fingers clenched and relaxed as if she was milking Vaquel. Whatever the reason, the rhythmic groping felt wonderful.

The alien’s eyes were still closed. A glance at Vaquel’s wrist display revealed the alien’s brain was in an incomplete state of awareness. Their oxygen levels were still rising.

Vaquel wasn’t sure what to do. The alien’s mouth and hands felt great, but the alien wasn’t fully cognizant. She didn’t want to take advantage of the alien without consent or at least submission. The smart thing to do would be to stop this.

On the other hand, Vaquel wasn’t sure she could pull her breast from the alien’s toothy maw without some serious dermal damage.

The alien suddenly spread her legs. The golden hairs over her sex stiffened and vibrated. As Vaquel watched, the hairs flowed back and forth as if there was a breeze.

“That is definitely an invitation,” Vaquel whispered. She was sorely tempted.

The three tongues gave her nipple a triple lick. Tremors ran down Vaquel’s back. Her own hips began to move with urgent need.

And then the licking stopped. The alien’s eyes opened to reveal the deep green pools beginning to focus. The teeth released their grip and Vaquel’s wet breast slip from the alien’s mouth.

“Am I dead?” the alien whispered. “Are you a Courier?”

“Nope,” Vaquel said, not sure what a courier was. “You are very much alive.”

The alien was still holding onto Vaquel’s breast with their other hand. The warmth was still there. There was a pause and then the alien gasped.

“Are you a Foreigner?” they said. “From another planet?”

Vaquel didn’t answer right away. This was tricky. You tell a planet on the verge of space travel that there are other civilizations out there, and they tend to get very motivated to get their space program up and running. Saving this fellow explorer was one thing, but Vaquel wasn’t ready to jumpstart their technological progress.

“Your kind does not have the capability of understanding what I am,” Vaquel said. “One day, if you search deep within yourselves, you may align your mind to the proper frequencies of deeper understanding.”

“Banquet,” the alien whispered. They looked suitably awed.

Vaquel tried to look serene. It was hard with the warmth still filling her tit from the alien’s hand. Her pussy was soaking the crotch of her spacesuit. She hoped the alien was suitably confused by her meaningless speech.

The alien licked their lips with all three tongues. “What happens to me now?”

“I shall take you back to your planet, but somewhere far from any witnesses,” Vaquel said. “You must uh, not tell them what you have seen here. Their minds are not ready.”

“They are going to have questions about how I survived,” the alien said. She looked down at Vaquel’s tit in her hand. The gold her on her pubic area were still vibrating.

“But I will tell them I can’t remember,” the alien said. “And I will do as you say and search deep within myself. Maybe we will meet again when my mind is ready.”

Vaquel tried not to sigh with relief. “I am sure we will,” she lied.

“But I have one more question,” the alien said.

Vaquel tried not to stare at the alien’s vibrating pubic hair or think about the alien’s three tongues. “I will answer if I can.”

“Can we still fuck?” the alien asked.

“It is essential to your deeper understanding,” Vaquel said.

The alien lunged forward. Vaquel was taken by surprise as the smaller alien pushed her onto her back. The alien scrambled over Vaquel’s face until golden fur pressed against Vaquel’s lips.

Vaquel giggled into the alien’s sex. From submissive to aggressive in a blink of an eye! She opened her mouth and probed with her tongue.

The short golden hairs were warm to the touch. They also moved on their own, flattening to offer Vaquel the best access. Vaquel’s tongue tasted sweetness similar to honey and then the soft folds of intimate flesh.

“Banquet!” the alien moaned. Four-fingered hands clutched Vaquel’s short pink hair.

Vaquel took another lick and then another. She reached up and held onto the alien’s thighs, pulling the alien down harder onto her mouth. Honey flowed between her lips as she licked deeper and deeper.

“Oh!” the alien cried out. “Just one tongue? But your tongue is so thick!”

“I’ll show you what I can do with one tongue,” Vaquel moaned into the alien’s sex. She pushed her tongue deep into the alien’s narrow pussy. Slick walls gripped her tongue. Vaquel poked with her tongue, simulating the thrusts of an eager cock.

“Banquet!” the alien cried out again.

Heat flowed into Vaquel’s mouth. She worried that the heat might become too intense but the heat remained a pleasant sensation. Vaquel wondered if it the warmth was temperature related. It might be some sort of psychic phenomena instead of heat conduction. Whatever the source, it made Vaquel feel warm and snuggly from the inside out.

“Forgive me, I am being selfish,” the alien said.

Vaquel’s tongue was too busy thrusting to respond.

The alien leaned back. Her spine twisted at an alarming angle. Vaquel felt hands grip her thighs and then something nuzzled against the thin spacesuit covering her crotch.

Vaquel let go of the alien’s thigh and slapped her belt controls. It took her a moment to find the right button. The alien whistled when the green spacesuit finally melted away to reveal Vaquel’s bare pussy.

“No hair!” the alien whispered in awe.

Vaquel paused in her licking. Was this going to be a problem? Fuck, the first time she shave her pussy in years and she meets a species with possible trichophobia.

A finger pressed against Vaquel’s bare pussy lip. Vaquel kept licking the alien, hoping to soothe the cultural differences. Another finger touched Vaquel’s other lip and then both lips were spread open. Hot breath fell on Vaquel’s wet sex.

Vaquel whimpered. More heat filled her mouth and spread through her body. She was tempted to pull the alien’s head down to her pussy but she had to resist and let the being acclimate to Vaquel’s strange sex.

There was a lick on Vaquel’s inner lip. She trembled. There was another lick, and then there was three tongues on her pussy, followed by lips sealing themselves to Vaquel’s pussy.

The triple licking was incredible. Vaquel lost all self-control and her hips rose to grind against the alien’s mouth. The three tongues flicked inside her soaked sex, licking, and swiping at her clenching walls.

Vaquel writhed under the alien. Her tongue flailed inside the alien’s small pussy as warm sensations filled Vaquel’s body all the way to her toes. She could feel the walls of the alien’s sex spasm against her tongue.

The alien whistled inside Vaquel. The tongues didn’t stop licking. Vibrations from the alien’s lips vibrated against Vaquel.

The combination of strange sensations sent Vaquel’s body over the edge. She climaxed and the orgasm reacted strangely with the warmth inside her body. Multiple miniature orgasms exploded throughout Vaquel, especially around where the alien had groped her breasts.

“Glory to the Queen,” Vaquel whispered through clenched teeth. It was a weird sensation to feel an orgasm in her tits, but custom demanded that she thank her Queen for her pleasure.

Drifting on endorphins and bliss, it took Vaquel a full kilosecond to realize the alien had rolled off her body.

“That was incredible,” the alien said.

Vaquel could barely move. The warmth within her was gone and replaced with the force of a dozen afterglows. Her pussy felt numb. She should drop this alien back on their planet and submit herself to a full medical scan to see if her thighs will ever work again.

The alien pressed themselves against Vaquel’s side. A hand returned to Vaquel’s tit. Four fingers clenched as heat flowed into Vaquel’s tender flesh.

“Can we fuck again?” the alien asked.

“Yes,” Vaquel whispered and prayed she would survive.

Dec 282022

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..


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.

Dec 142022

Explorer’s Log, Addendum: I am assisting the Glister in overthrowing their tyrannical masters, the Code Givers. As previously reported, the Glister have had their bodies radically altered by the device created by the species known as Dead Fuckers-One. They now possess highly active sex drives and the wiliness to use them. The lawmakers of this world have decided that it is best to kill the population with atomic fire and start over a new batch of clones. To prevent this, I am leading a mob of Glister into the sanctuary of the Code Givers to stop the countdown.

Now, I understand that the Royal Navy, and more importantly, our own beloved Queen Erishella, has a dim view on revolutions and the people who lead them but I think I am justified in helping the Glister out. In the brief time I have spent among their new and improved bodies, I have found them to be eager and very submissive lovers. I believe that with the Queen’s guidance, they can become valued members of her kingdom.

Besides, that all depends on whether we succeed or not. End Explorer’s Log, Addendum.

Vaquel Di looked down the corridor. Glister bodies lied broken on the floor. The holograms that covered their bodies were a flat gray color instead of the pristine white. Bright blood seeped out from their corpses.

Three large guns mounted above the far doors scanned from side to side. Their muzzles were still bright red from the rate of projectiles they had spat across the corridor. The weapons moved slowly but the proof of their accuracy was dead on the floor.

“Okay, that is a problem,” Vaquel said. She turned away from the corner and faced the assembled mob of Glister in front of her. Each of them had been implanted with holographic projectors at birth so that no one, not even themselves, could see their naked bodies. A hundred white holographic blocks fidgeted and stood at distracted attention. Over half of them were rubbing away at their crotches.

Although the holograms covered the Glister’s faces, she had no doubt that they were all staring at her. She was naked for one thing, and for another, she was damn sexy. The battle of the last hour coated her dark brown body in glistening sweat. Both nipples were rock hard on her heavy tits. The short pink hair on her head was as damp from sweat and her pink pubic bush was damp with desire. She was a vision of sexual desire to these beings.

That was because she was the only naked humanoid being any of these aliens had ever seen. She had put on her spacesuit when they first broke into the Code Givers’ tower, but she found that they didn’t really listen to her when she was clothed. When she resumed her naked appearance, she found that the horny aliens would do just about anything she told them to. That was going to be extra useful now.

“According to our map, the Code Givers are behind that final door,” Vaquel said. “The automated weapons guarding the door shredded our advance party but I learned a lot from their attack. The guns are accurate but a bit slow to track new targets. Our best tactic is to gather about ten of you Glister and arm you with rifles. Once armed, all of you rush down the hall while firing at the gun emplacements. A lot of you may die but I think the rest of you will be able to disable the guns before they kill you all. Actually, let’s make that twenty. We’re probably going to need twenty of you to be sure. Who wants to volunteer?”

The Glister murmured. No one was bravely rushing forward. In fact, a few of them stepped back further into the crowd.

“Look, I get it,” Vaquel said. “You just learned to fuck today and you don’t want to give up your lives just when life is starting to be worth living. I don’t blame you; I would feel the same way. The thing is, if no one does the brave thing and get themselves killed, then all of us are going to die. Well, you are going to die because I will just leave and get back on my ship.”

The Glister remained quiet. Some of them looked around to see if anyone was volunteering but they remained in their place. If anyone was feeling shame or remorse, the holograms prevented anyone from noticing.

The only sound heard was the sound of cocks and pussy being stroked under holographic cover.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. They had come so close and self-preservation was holding them back! She was almost proud of the selfish bastards.

“What would Queen Erishella do?” Vaquel thought to herself. She remembered the time she saw the Queen when Vaquel graduated from the Royal Navy Academy. The Queen was dressed in a skintight black Navy uniform, sparkling with jeweled medals. Panels of the uniform had been cut away to expose the Queen’s flawless skin. Both of her magnifcent breasts were completely bare. The Queen’s luscious black hair fell down her back in endless curls.

Vaquel was still haunted by the Queen’s full lips and the way they smiled as the cadets bowed before her. The Queen promised to kiss, lick and suck every explorer who returned from their twenty-year mission. During Vaquel’s darkest nights and hardest days, the only thing that kept her going was the thought of the Queen’s mouth between her thighs.

Inspiration tingled in Vaquel’s pussy. She knew exactly what would motivate these newly promiscuous Glister. In fact, she was a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

“Before you run down that corridor to your highly probable death, I will grant you a special honor,” Vaquel announced. “Each volunteer will have the honor of fucking my face first. That’s right, you can shove your cock into my mouth and pop your seed down my throat or onto my face. If you have a pussy, I will eat you out like a last meal. Either way, my face and mouth will be yours to use.

One of the Glister cried out. He had been masturbating during Vaquel’s speech and had climaxed. A few more Glister groaned as they achieved orgasm as well.

Vaquel dropped to her knees. She grabbed her heavy brown breasts and held them up. Licking her lips, she let her gaze linger on each Glister in the front row.

“Only the first twenty get to fuck my face,” Vaquel said. “No more volunteers will be accepted.”

Two Glister surged out of the crowd. The Glister had no concept of scarcity economics which made them highly susceptible to a limited offer. They nearly raced each other to Vaquel’s kneeling body.

“No need to rush,” Vaquel said. “All twenty volunteers will satisfy themselves with my mouth.”

Vaquel reached for their crotches. The holograms covered their genitals but there was no mistaking the warm hard touch of two erections. She aimed the longer of the two towards her mouth and leaned forward to take it in.

The hologram covering the cock tingled against Vaquel lips and tongue. Vaquel took half of it into her mouth before sealing her lips around it. Looking up at the hologram covering the Glister’s face, she sucked hard enough for her cheeks to cave in.

“Praise the Code!” the Glister cried out.

Vaquel pulled the Glister’s cock from her mouth with a loud ‘POP’. “Don’t praise the Code, praise me!”

Before the Glister could react, Vaquel turned her head and took the other Glister’s cock in her mouth. It was short and slender like a laser pistol barrel. She took it all between her lips and hummed gently around it.

“Praise Vaquel!” the Glister shouted.

The Glister grabbed the back of Vaquel’s head. His hips rocked back and forth as he fucked her mouth. As this was his first blowjob, he had no regard or concern for Vaquel’s comfort as he pumped her face.

Vaquel moaned around his thrusting cock. She opened her mouth and spit fell from her lips and onto her brown tits. Her other hand was tight around the second Glister’s cock, pumping it almost as fast as the first Glister was using her mouth.

Another Glister stepped forward from the crowd. A fourth and a fifth did as well. All three of them were stroking slender white holograms around their crotches.

The Glister fucking Vaquel’s face grunted. Hot seed filled Vaquel’s mouth and down her throat. He slowly released his grip on her head and pulled his twitching cock from her mouth. A final load shot from his member and landed on her face.

“Someone give this man a rifle!” Vaquel shouted. “You, go wait over there until we have twenty lucky volunteers.”

The Glister saluted her and stepped away. Vaquel’s head was roughly pulled to the cock of the Glister she was stroking. She opened her mouth just in time for their cock to slam its way down her throat.

Vaquel choked. Spit flew from her mouth and the crowd of Glister groaned. More volunteers stepped forward.

Strong hands pinned Vaquel’s head as the Glister fucked her face. There was no art to the Glister’s fucking; just pure need. Hard fingers twisted her short pink hair as the cock rammed harder into her mouth.

Vaquel reached her hands out. Her right hand found a hard cock and squeezed. The left hand was held by the wrist and guided to a moist cleft. Vaquel’s fingers sunk into the wet hole while her other hand pulled and tugged. All the while, her face was desperately fucked by hard cock.

Someone moved behind Vaquel. The head of a cock pressed against the side of her neck. She could feel them stroking themselves. Their other hand went to her shoulder, bracing themselves as they jacked off.

The Glister fucking Vaquel’s face pulled out. Both hands released her head and went to his cock. He pumped his cock with his hand and seed flew from the white hologram covering his member. Hot seed splattered against Vaquel’s face and open mouth.

There was a groan behind Vaquel. The Glister jacking off at her shoulder was about to come. These poor bastards were too new at sex to have any stamina. Vaquel quickly turned her head and stuck her tongue out. The Glister guided his cock to her lips and she sucked on the side of it like it was a wind instrument.

“Praise Vaquel!” the Glister shouted. Seed pumped from his cock and arced onto her breasts.

The Glister with a pussy stepped in front of Vaquel. The space explorer buried her face into a white hologram until she found the smooth wet slit with her lips. She reached around and grabbed a handful of ass while her tongue delved into the wet sex. Tight muscles clenched under Vaquel’s grip as a smooth mounded grinded against her face.

Vaquel used her tongue to spell Erishella’s name on the Glister’s pussy. When she reached the ‘s,’ a gush of fluid sprayed against Vaquel’s face. She licked her way to the first ‘l’ before the Glister pushed her head away.

Another hand guided Vaquel’s head to a hologram-covered cock. Vaquel barely had time to gasp for air before the long member entered her mouth. She closed her lips around it and snapped her head up and down along it’s length. The Glister happily let go of her head and moaned instead. Pussy juice and seed flew from Vaquel’s face as she fucked the cock with her mouth.

“Glory to Vaquel!” the Glister cried. He pulled his cock free of her mouth and pointed it down to her breasts. Vaquel lifted her tits and held them as the Glister pumped long strings of seed onto her tits.

“Glory to the Queen!” someone shouted to Vaquel’s right. She turned just in time to catch a load of seed across her face. Damn, she hadn’t even touched that one. The poor volunteer got off just from being near her. She smiled and as he pumped four more loads onto her face. When he looked to be nearly done, she took his cock in her mouth to swallow the final load.

“Twenty minutes until the missiles launch!” someone shouted.

“You heard them!” Vaquel shouted. “Keep the volunteers coming!”

A Glister nearly jumped onto Vaquel’s face. The white hologram tingled against Vaquel’s face as she went head first into their crotch. She followed a musky smell to a flowing mound of pussy juice. Her tongue fluttered against the damp slit while she slid two fingers inside the alien.

“Thank you!” the Glister shouted. Strong hands gripped Vaquel’s hair and pulled her harder against her bucking hips. For a species that has never fucked, her hips had amazing rhythm.

Hot seed splashed onto Vaquel’s back. Someone praised her. Vaquel kept licking and stroking as the seed dripped down her back.

“Vaquel!” the licked Glister shouted. Her crotch grinded hard against Vaquel’s and she feared for her nose. Three hard grinds later, the Glister released Vaquel and stepped back.

Three hologram-covered cocks loomed in front of Vaquel. There was no time to take a break. Vaquel took one into her mouth, bobbed her head three times and then moved to the one in the middle. This one she bobbed on for five times, rotating her head ever so slightly with each thrust. For the third one, she opened her mouth wide and stroked the cock while the tip rested against her stretched tongue.

“Praise Vaquel!” the Glister shouted, coming almost immediately. Thick alien seed shot into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

The Glister in the middle grunted and pushed his cock towards Vaquel. She kept stroking the first cock and turned her head to accept the second. As the first Glister continued to shoot his load against the side of her face, Vaquel closed her lips around the middle Glister and sucked the seed straight form his cock.

“Praise Vaquel!” the Glister on the far left said. Seed shot from his cock and landed high on her hair. More seed splattered her from both sides as she sucked the middle cock dry.

How many was that? Vaquel wasn’t sure. She was drunk on come and pussy juice. Her own pussy was a waterfall between her legs. It was intoxicating being used so desperately by so many people. If this was what Queen Erishella experienced from ruling, Vaquel could understand why the royals fought so hard to stay in power.

A Glister stood in front of Vaquel and aimed his cock for her mouth. She leaned forward and felt the tingles of the hologram over her lips. The long cock pushed deep into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. He grabbed her ears and held her in place while he fucked her face.

Tears sprang to Vaquel’s eyes. This fucker was rough! Vaquel hoped he would survive the suicide charge so he could help teach the rest of the Glister about sadism. She whimpered happily as his thin cock battered her throat.

Someone got down behind Vaquel and reached around to grab a seed-covered tit. Strong hands mauled and groped her breast. The head of a cock rubbed against the small of her back.

More Glister gathered around her. They stroked hologram-covered cocks and obscured cunts. They all wanted a piece of Vaquel and her naked body.

It was exhilarating. Vaquel reached between her legs and rubbed furiously at her pussy. The Glister kept fucking her face. The hand at her tit squeezed and pulled her heavy flesh pillow. Hot seed flew from the air to land on her kneeling body.

Vaquel’s stamina was just as weak as the Glister. She came almost instantly and she came hard. Strangled moans came from her fucked mouth. She rose up on her knees and hot seed hit the back of her ass. She kept stroking through one orgasm and straight into a second.

The Glister fucking her face pulled out of her mouth. He held onto one ear while the other hand stroked his cock. The white hologram wavered from the force of his stroking.

Vaquel kept stroking her pussy. Her mouth hung open from bliss and exhaustion. She didn’t flinch as a thick load of seed splattered her nose, lips and cheeks.

“The doors are opening!” someone shouted. There were gasps and shouts of surprise. The crowd of Glister around Vaquel broke apart to look.

“What’s going on?” Vaquel asked. Started to rise from her kneeling position but her legs were shaky. The Glister holding onto her breast helped her up. When she was standing, the Glister rubbed his cock against her ass. She didn’t say anything since he helped her up.

Vaquel pushed her way to the corridor. A figure covered in red holograms walked down the corridor. The automated guns were pointing downwards in deactivation.

“It’s a Code Giver!” a Glister gasped.

“Has he come to destroy us?” another asked.

Someone fired at the Code Giver. The shot was wide but Vaquel admired the initiative.

“Don’t shoot!” the Code Giver shouted. “I have slain my fellow Code Givers and stopped the countdown. The missiles will never fire!”

The Glister cheered. Vaquel moved the front of the crowd and planted her hands on her hips. She hoped to appear intimidating but that was hard to do with seed dripping from her face, tits, and ass.

“Why did you do it?” Vaquel shouted. “How do we know this isn’t a trick?”

“We were watching your depravity on the cameras,” the Code Giver said. “We heard the speech you give and how you rewarded volunteers. My fellow Code Givers were disgusted and were willing to sacrifice our sanctuary to destroy your vile animal nature.”

“But you felt differently?” Vaquel said.

“Yes!” the Code Giver said. “I felt a strange stirring in my urine extractor. I want to shove it into your mouth! I want to feel what all of you are feeling! The other Code Givers felt the same way, I know they did, but they still wanted to destroy you. I couldn’t let that happen! I took my sacred Cleanser and I ended their miserable lives. I stopped the missile countdown! I don’t want to be a Code Giver any more. I just want to stick my urine extractor into your depraved animal mouth!”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. Was this the first time someone stopped a planet with a blowbang? It certainly felt like something that would have come up in history class.

“Well volunteers, it looks like no one else is dying today,” Vaquel said. “Thank you for your service!”

The Glister cheered. The volunteer Glister cheered louder. Some of them were still stroking their crotches.

Vaquel turned to the Code Giver. “Bring your cock over here. Since you surrendered, I might as well blow you. Any volunteers that didn’t get to come, I will let you stroke off and watch me.”:

There was another chorus of cheers. A crowd of Glister surged forward, more than Vaquel remembered volunteering. They quickly formed a circle around Vaquel and resumed masturbating.

The Code Giver stepped through the circle and stood in front of Vaquel. He was about a head taller than the other Glister, or at least his hologram was. He reached into the red hologram around his crotch and a long slender hologram emerged. Again, it was about twice as long as the other Glisters’ members.

“For a cloned species that doesn’t fuck, you certainly favored your leaders with physical superiority,” Vaquel remarked.

“The same three Code Givers templates have been cloned since ancient times,” the Code Giver said. “We have long wondered why the first Code Givers favored the larger appendages.”

“They wouldn’t be the first totalitarian assholes obsessed with their cock size,” Vaquel said.

She sank back down to her knees. Several of the Glister moaned around her. She reached up and took the Code Giver’s unnaturally long cock in her hands. Even her two hands weren’t enough to hold it all. She leaned forward and opened her mouth wide. A third of the slender member went between her lips.

“By the Code!” the Code Giver shouted.

“No! By Vaquel!” a Glister corrected.

The Code Giver was silent. The red hologram covered his face so his expression was impossible to read. The other Glister grew quiet, realizing that this was the first time a Glister had ever corrected a Code Giver.

The silence was broken by Vaquel’s slurping sounds. She orally attacked the hologram-covered cock with lips, tongue and throat. The slurping was interrupted by gagging, followed by more slurping.

“Praise Vaquel!” the Code Giver said breathlessly.

Vaquel giggled with the head of his cock in her mouth. She tugged harder on his member/ Relaxing her throat, she took more of the Code Giver inside her.

Glister groaned. They were enraptured by her naked body covered in their filth. Vaquel relished their adoration. Every groan she heard went from her ears down to her clenching pussy.

“Praise Vaquel!” someone shouted. Hot seed landed on Vaquel’s shoulder.

“Praise Vaquel!” more Glister shouted. Come hit her back. Another load of seed hit the side of her thigh. A third load landed on her neck.

“Praise Vaquel!” voices shouted. Glister pushed through the crowd to offer their tribute directly. Hot seed sprayed onto Vaquel’s back, her face, her tits and someone aimed for her bare ass.

Their offerings given; the Glister melted back into the crowd only to be placed by more ejaculating Glister.

The women Glister gave their own honors. They wiped pussy juice-covered fingers directly onto Vaquel’s skin. Their fingers lingered, sometimes caressing before moving away.

Vaquel’s body was buzzing with sensation but she kept her focus on the Code Giver’s cock. Stroking and sucking, she couldn’t stop thinking of how he murdered his fellow rulers just to have the chance to feel her mouth. It made her feel like the sexiest damn person on the planet.

The Code Giver shuddered. His cock trembled in Vaquel’s mouth. He grabbed her head with a giant hand and squeezed.

“Praise Vaquel!” the Code Giver shouted as he filled Vaquel’s mouth with seed.

Vaquel groaned and swallowed it all.

Nov 302022

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.

Oct 262022

Explorer’s Log: I am on day seventeen of my twenty-one day journey to the star system designated “The Salivating Smell of the Queen’s Pussy,” by Royal Astronomers. Three of the ships’ external scanners experienced burnout failures and I have replaced the arrays. All systems are back to optimal, with the exception of the continuing cold spot near my bunk.

I have been experiencing strange thoughts all day long. I suspect an unknown entity of the race I have designated as Dead Fuckers-One, is trying to replace my mind with their own. I have initiated anti-possession protocols like passwords on all ship functions and have taken to wearing the Navy anal plug at all times except for waste removal. I hope this is enough to stop the psychic attacks. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I’m still not sure how the anal plug is supposed to protect my mind but oh well. It is a pain in the ass but maybe it is working as intend . . .in ten . . .in . . .

Vaquel could no longer control her mouth. She willed the words to come from her lips but nothing happened. In a panic, she tried to bite her tongue but her teeth wouldn’t move.

“Mistress, are you okay?” Chairbot asked underneath her.

Vaquel didn’t answer. She sat naked on the loyal robot chair in front of her work station. The seat buzzed pleasantly with low-power vibrations. Her sensitive pussy was soaking the seat. She could still feel the weight of the plug deep in her ass.

A spot on her right tit itched. Vaquel tried to scratch it with her right hand but it wouldn’t move. The itch intensified.

The left hand moved to her breast. That wasn’t the hand Vaquel was trying to move! It scratched the itch, and then her fingers pinched her nipple.

Sharp nails dug into Vaquel’s nipple. She cried out, but only in her mind. There was still no sound from her mouth.

“Mistress, please respond!” Chairbot said. “Are you suffering a mental failure? Do you require more vibrations?”

Vaquel growled within her mind. “I’ve been taken over!” she shouted with her inner voice. “Activate containment protocols! Flood the ship with knock-out gas and restrain me!”

“I am fine, Chairbot,” Vaquel’s mouth said but it wasn’t Vaquel talking. “Thank you for asking.”

Vaquel snorted internally. “You fucked up there,” she thought. “I never thank Chairbot for anything. He’ll know I am possessed!”

“Happy to serve, Mistress!” Chairbot replied.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel thought.

The pinch on Vaquel’s tit relaxed. Vaquel’s hands began to move. Vaquel watched helplessly as her hijacked body accessed the files on the Glister’s biology. Fingers typed and data pulled from the semen analysis scrolled across the screen.

Chairbot continued to vibrate and Vaquel felt it all. Rolling waves of vibrations massaged her ass. She wanted to clench her pussy but she lacked even that ability. The thick anal plug remained deep inside her, a silent observer to jiggling of her buttocks.

Vaquel wondered about the being that was in control of her body. Was it the same entity that tried to take over her before, or something new? If Vaquel knew who or what she was dealing with, maybe she could use that to escape.

One of Vaquel’s hands stopped the flow of data. Vaquel looked at the screen. Xenobiology was not her expertise and the numbers were meaningless to her. She recognized gene sequences but she was unsure as to what they represented.

The being possessing Vaquel must have known more. It opened a file and typed notes alongside certain sequences. Entire strands were copied and then modified.

Vaquel tried to read the notes. “Grave vehicle exercise thermocline,” was as far as Vaquel could read before she experienced a headache. The damn thing was writing in Ebrima, one of the theoretical languages that had been uploaded into her brain.

“Fucker could at least use my own language to write in,” Vaquel said. She tried to look away to make the headache stop but that was impossible when you can’t even control your own body.

A hand touched Vaquel’s pussy. It was her own hand. She felt the heat of her sex on her fingertips. When the fingers pushed in, she could feel slender digits plunging deep. The fingers undulated in a manner that didn’t come across naturally but was still exquisite to feel.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel thought. “Possession isn’t so bad after all.”

Both hands kept working. One hand typed, scrolled and edited data. The other hand stroked, plunged and wiggled in a delightful manner. The deep thrusts of the fingers caused Vaquel’s ass to clench tighter around her anal plug.

Vaquel moaned within her mind. It was so strange to by finger-fucked by someone using your own hand. She felt her pussy on her fingers but what her fingers were doing was completely new to her. It was like being fucked by a stranger except Vaquel could feel it from both ends.

Despite the lack of conscious control Vaquel had over her body, she was still reacting on an unconscious level. Sharp gasps emitted from Vaquel’s lips. Juices flowed like a fountain from her sex. The plug in her ass bobbed as her buttocks clenched on their own.

More data flew across the screen. The typing hand was busy; copying, editing, pasting and transferring biological code faster that Vaquel could follow. Vaquel was desperate to look down on her body but her eyes never left the screen.

The pleasure-giving hand left her pussy. Vaquel mentally moaned with frustration. The hand rose and smeared juices across both of her hard nipples before coming to her lips. Vaquel felt her mouth salivate as the fingers slipped in. She tasted herself and then her mouth sucked each finger clean.

It was delicious. Vaquel had tasted herself before and quite often, but this was different. She never licked underneath her fingernails before. The tongue also lapped suggestively at her knuckles. It was something she would have to remember for when she regained control of her body.

If she regained control of her body.

The typing hand gave the work station a new command. This Vaquel could read. The entity instructed the computer to transmit a file to another device using the ship’s communications array. The operating range would just cover the length of the ship.

Where were they broadcasting to?

Vaquel’s body stood up. The plug in her ass shifted. The cool air of the ship kissed Vaquel’s buttocks.

“Mistress, where are you going?” Chairbot asked. “I can transport your lovely butt to where you need to go.”

“No thank you, Chairbot,” Vaquel’s voice responded. “You are a pleasing sexual partner but I need to focus right now.”

Vaquel screamed internally. No thank you? Pleasing sexual partner? How could Chairbot not recognize that she was not in control?

As Vaquel’s body walked across the room, Chairbot rolled behind her. “Mistress, I believe you are acting outside of normal behavior parameters.”

“Yes!” Vaquel thought.

“Am I?” Vaquel’s voice responded. “That is concerning. Once I am finished with my task, how about I sit down on your magnificent seat and we can talk about it? I estimate our discussion would require at least an hour of me sitting on you.”

“That would be great, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “I will wait for you to finish.”

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. The entity bribed Chairbot with Vaquel’s own ass!

Vaquel’s body walked over to the sex toy locker. Traitor hands opened the locker and removed the paddle she had recovered from the last planet. They also grabbed the vibrator from a few planets earlier.

“On second thought, maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” Vaquel thought.

Vaquel’s body carried the sex toys to the nutrition table. She set the paddle down and then held the vibrator with both hands. The hands twisted the toy and the segments of the vibrator turned and extended a few centimeters. Another twist and a holographic display appeared.

“What the fuck is that?” Vaquel thought. She had fucked herself dozens of times with the vibrator and even had to engage in an exhausting recharge procedure, but this feature was new. How many features did this thing have?

Behind Vaquel, the computer spoke. “Connection made. Transmission started. Stand by.”

Vaquel was very confused at this point. The entity was sending genetic data to the vibrator? She had an incredible urge to frown and furrow her brow, but without a body to act her expression, she found herself emotionally frustrated in a way she did not expect.

Vaquel’s hands adjusted the vibrator. The display for the file transfer floated upwards. The vibrator began to buzz. The hands moved the vibrator to Vaquel’s breast and pressed down.

Pleasing vibrations rolled through Vaquel’s breast. She moaned within her mind. The tip of the vibrator moved up to above her nipple, and then came down at a slight angle, just avoiding her hard nub of flesh. The tip buzzed in a straight line across her sensitive breast and then angled upwards to reconnect the initial point of contact. The triangle completed, Vaquel’s hands repeated the motion.

Vaquel’s ass clenched tighter around the plug. Juices flowed from her pussy and down her thighs. Vaquel wanted to lean into the vibrator as it moved but her body was not her own. From point A, to point B to Point C, the vibrator triangulated around her neglected nipple.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. Was this torture? Was it foreplay? Did the entity enjoy this as well?

According to the holographic display, the file transfer was approaching the 25% mark.

The vibrator left Vaquel’s tit. The tip retouched her at the base of her neck. Vaquel’s body shuddered. Powerful vibrations pressed against her throat. She felt herself swallow.

Is this an erogenous zone for the entity? She couldn’t ask out loud, but maybe she could mentally send the question to whomever was possessing her. Vaquel concentrated and tried to express her query through sheer willpower.

The vibrator tip slid down from her throat and towards the other breast. Vaquel’s hand pressed the vibrator lengthwise across her tit, trapping the hard nipple underneath. Up and down the vibrator rolled, as if the hand was kneading dough.

Vaquel didn’t know what to make of this but her pussy responded in kind. It clenched and unclenched with urgency to be touched. Juices dripped from her sex and formed a puddle between her feet.

The file transfer was halfway done.

Vaquel’s hand pulled the vibrator away. Where was it going next? The eyes were locked on the holographic display and Vaquel couldn’t see anything else.

“Please, please, please, touch my pussy,” Vaquel thought.

The vibrator pressed against Vaquel’s ass. She felt her other hand grab a buttock and pull. The plug in her ass bobbed as Vaquel’s body clenched.

“They do know there is a plug up in there, right?” Vaquel thought.

The head of the vibrator pressed against the base of the anal plug. Vibrations shook the tightly clenched plug. The vibrations increased by the second.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She lost track of her body as her entire focus centered on the vibrator intruder in her ass. It felt like she was being shaken apart. Tremors pulsed from her penetrated ass and went straight to her pussy.

Vaquel’s pussy clenched. Was it her body’s doing, or was the entity piloting her body making the conscious effort to clench? Either way, her pussy was painfully empty.

The file transfer was three quarters of the way full.

The vibrator moved away from Vaquel’s ass. The view shifted and Vaquel felt her right leg rise up and then her foot planted itself on the nutrition table chair. Cool air from the air recyclers kissed her exposed pussy right before the tip of the vibrator pressed against her damp bush. Fingers spread open her pussy as the vibrator slipped inside her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out in her mind. It felt wonderful. The vibrator was thicker than it had been before and the thickness was a definite improvement. The toy opened her sex just like the plug had opened her ass. Pleasant vibrations filled her pussy as her ass clenched tighter around the plug.

Fingers tapped against her clitoris. It was a strange rhythm that Vaquel had never encountered before. It sensitized her pussy with every tap. She felt her desire escalate like a rocket leaving a gravity well.

But she wasn’t coming.

“Please,” Vaquel whimpered in her mind. “Let me come.”

The fingers kept tapping. It was almost like a code. Vaquel tried to follow the pattern but it was too complex and she was aroused to think straight.

The vibrator was still inside her, buried deep and still pulsing. The only movement was from Vaquel’s pussy tightening and relaxing. The vibrations added to her sensitivity and brought her so frustratingly close to release.

Throughout it all, the plug stayed in her ass. All of the clenching caused the plug to bob. Vaquel thought it might actually fall out. It never did though.

The holographic display announced that the file transfer was complete.

The tapping stopped and Vaquel screamed within her mind. The vibrator slid out and Vaquel’s foot returned to the floor. Vaquel watched as her hands twisted, pulled and rotated parts of the vibrator. When the hands set the toy down on the table, it now resembled a pyramid instead of the sexy girth Vaquel was intimate with.

The holographic display changed. A gene map appeared. The complexity was absurd and beyond Vaquel’s ability to comprehend. Piece by piece, the map was filled in with data.

“That’s no vibrator,” Vaquel thought. “That is a fucking genetic sequencer. Why the fuck would they make it also vibrate?”

Vaquel thought about the countless sex toys she had seen scattered around the planets she had visited. Did they all have dual functions? Were these aliens so attuned to their sexuality that they didn’t make any tools unless they could also use it to fuck?

For the first time in all of her travels, Vaquel realized that there might be civilizations more sexually advanced than her own. She felt a moment of awe followed by an immediate kinship. These beings would make perfect allies and partners to the Euphorians.

Then she remembered the awful truth: these beings were all dead. A sense of loss came over Vaquel followed by grief on a cosmic scale. The grief almost cancelled the extreme arousal she felt in her ass and pussy.


Vaquel’s body bent over the table. She felt her hand grip the paddle that was nearby. What second function did the paddle have? Was it some sort of fabricator? Maybe a powerful scanner? It might be something so advanced that Vaquel couldn’t even imagine what it could do.

The hijacked body swung the paddle towards her ass. The flat plastic surface collided into her round cheek. Stinging sensation filled Vaquel’s mind but her body didn’t even grunt.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cursed.

“Mistress, are you okay?” Chairbot asked. “You did not have your usual audio response to such stimuli?”

“Damn right!” Vaquel shouted in her mind. “Subdue this fucker, now!”

“I am doing quite well, Chairbot,” Vaquel’s voice answered. “Thank you for asking.”

The hand swung back again, striking the other buttock. The paddle seared Vaquel’s ass as the thick plug jiggled within her asshole. Her drenched pussy clenched in need. Again, Vaquel’s mouth emitted no sound.

“I am not so sure, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “I know you wanted to some time to think, but your sudden expertise with the alien technology you found is suspicious. I believe you are highly likely to have been possessed again.”

“Yes!” Vaquel mentally screamed. “Do it, Chairbot!”

The hand swung back again and unleashed a barrage of paddle strikes to Vaquel’s ass. Vaquel tried to grit her teeth to ride out the pain but she was denied even that tiny bit of control over her own body. The heat of her round ass increased like a solar flare.

“You leave me no choice, Mistress,” Chairbot says. “I am initiating containment protocols!”

“Fuck, yes!” Vaquel thought. She should have had more faith in the loyal robot!

“But Chairbot,” Vaquel’s mouth said. “I am merely enhancing my own sensitivity so that I will enjoy sitting on you even more. Imagine how much I will squirm when I sit on your warm seat.”

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel swore.

“Terminating containment protocols,” Chairbot reported. “Please hurry, Mistress.”

Vaquel’s mouth laughed but Vaquel was not amused. That little shit! He was going to sell her out for a spanked ass! Well, Vaquel’s spanked ass.

The spanking continued. Right, left, right, left the paddle smacked into Vaquel’s ass. The precision was uncanny. She felt her feet lift up on her toes to raise her butt higher. Each collision of the paddle into her ass sent a tremor right to her butt plug.

All the while, Vaquel’s pussy continued to flow. Juices dripped from her bush and onto the floor. She was so close to the edge of the table and Vaquel tried to will her body closer so she could hump it but she was trapped within her body.

There was a chime. The spanking stopped. Vaquel lifted her head and looked at the gene sequencer/vibrator. The mapping was complete.

“Now what?” Vaquel thought. Her ass was on fire and she wanted to come like she never had before.

Vaquel’s body stood up and held the paddle in front of her. Hands applied pressure to the sides of the paddle surface and the sides expanded. The paddle grew larger and folded in on itself until it formed a cone. The hands affixed the cone to the top of the pyramid and it stayed.

“Are you ready to sit, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“Yes, Chairbot but I want you to make a note,” Vaquel’s voice said. “When you find the Glister, attach this device to one of the ship’s micro probes. Set it to orbit the planet at standard scanning distance for a total of three orbits. The device will activate on its own. Obviously, the probe ship should stay outside the micro probe’s orbit. Once the device is finished, wait eight hours for results.”

“Note has been recorded, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “I am ready for you to sit on me!”

“Traitorous shit!” Vaquel swore internally.

“Only if you promise to fuck this body silly,” Vaquel’s voice said.

“Of course, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

Vaquel’s body sat down. Chairbot’s rumbling seat vibrators touched Vaquel’s well-spanked ass. Vaquel’s voice merely grunted while Vaquel screamed mentally. Force fields formed along Chairbot’s seat and pushed into Vaquel’s drenched sex.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out and this time, it came out of her own mouth.

Vaquel looked down. She was in control of her body again! The phallic force field rammed her pussy with rapid thrusts, forcing Vaquel to grip Chairbot’s arms. The thick plug shifted inside her as she wantonly grinded against the penetrating force field.

A powerful orgasm rose within Vaquel. She threw her head back and relished the joy of moving her own body. When she crashed into her climax, Vaquel shouted with her own voice.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed.

The vibrations intensified. Vaquel’s spanked ass burned with a stellar heat. The plug inside her ass shook violently from the powerful vibrations and threatened to tear her ass apart.

The pain only increased Vaquel’s arousal. She reached down between her brown thighs and rubbed furiously at her sensitive clitoris. The phallic force field continued to slam into her soaking cunt like a meteor strike. Working together, Vaquel and Chairbot brought Vaquel to another screaming orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!”

Tremors ran through Vaquel’s body. Her hand moved of its own accord and began to tap on her clitoris. Vaquel watched in wonder as new sensations filled her pussy. She was concerned about losing control of her hand but she also didn’t want it to stop.

Another orgasm swelled within Vaquel. Her entire body tightened with tension. She clenched so hard on the anal plug that she worried she would crush it. Toes curled as Vaquel bit down hard on her lip.

The orgasm burst like a supernova. Vaquel shouted, incapable of articulating her praise. The fingers shifted their tapping to a new sequence on her clitoris. The orgasm stretched, dilating time itself so that her climax lasted a small eon.

“Stop,” Vaquel whispered when the climax finally ended. Chairbot ceased vibrations and force fields immediately. The assault of sensations came to an end and Vaquel collapsed in her seat.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She was drifting on a cloud of euphoria. The only thing anchoring her to reality was the plug in her ass.

“It has taken me awhile,” Vaquel’s mouth said, “but I was finally able to synchronize with your body. I wish that we could converse. I tried to bond with your mind and I almost overwrote you. For that I am sorry and I hope you accept the orgasms we shared together as my apology gift.”

Vaquel was too blissed out on orgasms to panic. She lifted a hand and noticed she still had control over her body. It was annoying that the being was using her voice, but hey, those were really nice orgasms.

“Thank you for the use of your body,” Vaquel’s voice continued. “When I died, my soul lingered and I haunted my world. Then you came and you brought your wet cunt, your beautiful tits and your exemplary ass. When you fucked one of the garden toys, I knew you were the same as I. For this reason, I came with you to the stars. Your body detected my presence as a change in temperature. I apologize for the distractions that caused you.”

Vaquel thought about the cold spot that lingered in her ship the last few months. Well, that explained why it was right by her bed. If she was a disembodied intelligence, she would hang out near her sexy body too.

Vaquel’s voice continued. “You are brave. You are smart. You are sexy. As you explored, I tried to guide you to the things I needed. My soul was weak but slowly, I learned how to move small objects. A fallen rock drew your attention. A press of a button changed your landing destination. You did not know it, but we have been working together to gather the right tools.”

Vaquel sighed mentally. There has been a lot of weird shit going on. She felt manipulated but also a bit relieved that the ship wasn’t malfunctioning. Again, the awesome orgasms she just experienced was going a long way towards keeping her calm.

“Together we could do so many wonderful acts of pleasure but I feel my soul weakening with every passing second. With my final strength, I have designed a response to the Glister. It is a final gift from my people to theirs. They murdered my family, my culture and my species. For that, they deserve a gift that they will never forget.”

Vaquel nodded her head in sympathy. During the mind bonding a few weeks ago, Vaquel had experienced the being’s family. She still remembered the feeling of the blast wave stripping the flesh from their body. The Glister had a lot to answer for.

“I am almost gone,” Vaquel’s voice said. “I will soon join my family in the Orgy Everlasting. Safe travels Vaquel Di and I hope you will find your way back home. Treasure your people for one day they may be gone.”

“I will,” Vaquel said, and she said it with her own mouth.

Oct 192022

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.

Oct 122022

Explorer’s Log: I am on day nine of my twenty-nine day journey to the star system designated “The Queen’ Unparalleled Vaginal Grip,” by Royal Astronomers. All systems are optimal with the exception of the cold spot beside my bunk. I have felt the cold spot elsewhere within the cabin, including by the algae dispenser and next to the navigational console. The ship computer doesn’t detect the change in temperature at all and I am worried there might be a deep level malfunction in the environmental controls.

The computer has finished analyzing the genetic sample I recovered from the Glister. The species is normally two meters tall with slender arms and legs. The face that was synthesized took me by surprise. It was very handsome with sharp cheekbones and pouty lips. That face was made for pussy-eating. No wonder these sick celibates hide their bodies under holograms. They are fucking sexy. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I am starting to regret killing the Glister I encountered. The fucker had to die but maybe I should have sat on his face first. Ick. I can’t believe I am fantasizing about fucking a disgusting celibate. I really need to get fucked by something living.

Vaquel Di opened the wall panel and examined the temperature sensors underneath. The space explorer was clothed from the waist down in a skintight white spacesuit. Her large brown breasts and broad back were exposed so that she could better feel any cold spots. Short pink hair topped her scalp while dark eyes focused on the sensors.

Everything was in order. Each sensor reported the same temperature with deviations well within operating standards. There were no damaged parts, and no dirt that could interfere with the readings. The power conduit connection was functioning perfectly.

So why was Vaquel feeling a slight chill on the small of her back? It was right above the belt, where a lover’s hand would go. When she closed her eyes, she could sense the cold spot moving up her back a few centimeters before moving back down again.

“Chairbot, anything?” Vaquel asked.

“Negative, Mistress!” the loyal robot said behind her. “All I am detecting is your magnificent buttocks constrained within your space suit! Maybe I could detect it if you sat down?”

“Shut up,” Vaquel said. The robot would be too busy feeling her ass on his chair to bother to scan. No, she needed to solve this problem before a simple cold spot became a complete environmental failure.

Vaquel left the panel open and turned towards the center of the habitation room. Maybe there was a problem with the data channel. She dropped to her knees and slid open a panel on the floor. The data channel sparkled in front of her. Vaquel tapped a button on her wrist and let her scanner get to work.

Something caught her eye. One of the cabinets under her bunk was open. It normally held emergency rations but there was something blue lodged in there.

Vaquel frowned and crawled over to it. Her heavy breasts swung from side to side as she crawled. Vaquel almost wished someone was here to see it. Feeling lonely and horny, she threw a little extra wiggle to her ass while she crawled.

The blue object was the alien vibrator she picked up two worlds ago. With some difficulty, Vaquel pulled it out of the cabinet. The thick toy had been wedged in tightly.

“How did you get here?” Vaquel asked. She almost expected an answer since the vibrator had a holographic recharge function. Sadly, the vibrator didn’t respond.

How did it get there? Vaquel treated her toys very well and no amount of post-orgasmic bliss would cause her to cram the toy into a rations cabinet. Could she have kicked it in somehow?

Wait, she knew someone who would. Vaquel stood up and pointed the vibrator at Chairbot. The always-envious robot had a grudge against anything that got her off.

“Hide my sex toys again and I’ll leave you on a planet where no one has asses!” Vaquel snapped.

“It wasn’t me, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

“Yeah, right,” Vaquel snorted. She walked over to the toy locker, which was the same height as her tits. Wait, how did the robot reach this high? Vaquel shrugged. The robot was clever, Vaquel had no doubt he could find a way.

She opened the locker and stared at the mess inside. Dildoes and nipple clamps laid in a heap at the bottom of the locker. The cap on a dispenser of lube was missing but thankfully the dispenser hadn’t tipped over . The blindfold, paddle and sensation glove had slipped from their hooks and laid on top of the pile.

“What the actual fuck?” Vaquel said. Had she encountered turbulence lately? She couldn’t recall, but something drastic had upset the locker. It looked like a small localized gravity inversion had occurred.

Vaquel frowned. Maybe this was more proof that the environmental controls were faulty. She needed to understand what was happening and lock it down now.

The space explorer closed the locker and walked down the length of her ship towards her work station. The monitor was already activated. A video clip of Vaquel crawling on all fours towards her bunk played on the screen. The screen focused on her tight ass shifting inside the blue material of her spacesuit.

Vaquel knew how the video was taken. It was a recording from one of the interior cameras that Vaquel was using to scan for cold spots, except this recording wasn’t set for heat sensitivity. She also didn’t direct the camera to upload a looping clip of her crawling.

“Chairbot, did you do this?” Vaquel asked.

“My own sensors are superior to the ship’s” Chairbot said. “I have my own memories of your wonderous ass.”

This was more than a malfunction. The way the camera tracked her ass proved intelligent intent. Vaquel went to the work station and pulled up a log of previous commands.

There, someone had typed in the orders. It wasn’t Vaquel and Chairbot was a shit, but he was a loyal shit. That just left one obvious answer.

Vaquel wasn’t alone.

“Chairbot, run a full sweep for life forms on board the ship,” Vaquel snapped. “We have an intruder!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “Who could it be?”

“Fuck if I know,” Vaquel said. She rushed to the weapons locker and opened it. Thankfully, everything was in order. She pulled out a shock baton and activated it.

The hum of the baton comforted Vaquel but her heart was still racing. Who could the intruder be? The only species she knew of was the Glister and those no-fuck fuckers didn’t have spaceship technology. They did have wormhole tech, but was it good enough to transport someone directly onto her ship?

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. She had no idea.

“Sweep complete and except for you, no one is on board,” Chairbot said.

“Shit, they must have already left,” Vaquel said but she wasn’t so sure. Why would they come on board, watch her ass crawl across the floor and then leave? That didn’t make any sense.

Oh wait, the Glister were sex-phobic. They used holograms to cover their own bodies. One look at Vaquel’s round ass and free-swinging tits might have sent them into a panic.

“Hmm, fuck it,” Vaquel said. “Chairbot, do a micro-level diagnostic of the ship. I need to know if anything has been sabotaged or if there is extra mass on board.”

“Mistress, that will require ninety-three percent of my computation power!” Chairbot whined.

“Do it!” Vaquel snapped.

Chairbot wheeled himself into a corner. His lights dimmed as he devoted himself to his task. The flat seat dropped as he was unable to devote power to rigidity.

Vaquel looked around her ship. Where the fuck did the Glister hide? There wasn’t much room to move. The aliens had hologram technology but did that include stealth? It was a worrying thought.

Shit, could a Glister be here right now? Maybe she could flush it out.

“Is anyone here?” Vaquel asked.

There was no answer.

“Fine, you asked for this,” Vaquel said.

She cupped one of her tits. The warm flesh filled Vaquel’s hand. The last Glister she met almost cried when she fondled herself. This hidden Glister would feel the same way.

There was no response.

“Are you used to tits?” Vaquel asked. “What about this?”

Vaquel pulled her breast up as she dipped her head down. The hard nipple was centimeters from her lips. She opened her mouth and stretched her tongue out. The pink tongue flicked her hard brown nub.

There was a sigh in Vaquel’s ear.

Vaquel swung the shock baton behind her. The humming bar cut through the air. She took another swing and then another, all the while, still holding onto her tit with the other hand.

The room was still. There was no sound except for the humming of Vaquel’s shock baton.

A sigh was the last thing Vaquel had excepted. A whimper, yes. Cries of disgust, sure. A moan of pleasure? Not at all.

Maybe she imagined it. It had been a while since she had fucked. She wouldn’t be the first space explorer to hear imaginary moans.

“Fuck,” Vaquel said. Either there was a Glister on board and it just sighed in her ear, or she was imaging sex sounds. Neither possibility gave her much comfort.

“Well, if I wait a few minutes, Chairbot can tell me which it is,” she said out loud. “And if you are here, I am going to fuck your shit up.

There was no response.

Vaquel leaned against a wall. She held the shock baton in front of her and slowly swept it from side to side. As for her tit, she let go of it and moved her hand down to her crotch instead.

The thin material of the spacesuit covered her pussy but she could feel the heat beneath the surface. Of course, she was wet. Fear and anxiety weren’t going to stop her horniness.

Vaquel stroked the crotch of her suit. It would be easier if she opened her pants but she didn’t want easy. The nervous explorer wanted a distraction and the space suit frustrated her fingers just enough to keep it interesting.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel moaned. She was very sensitive. Her fingers could only reach a few centimeters inside her but it felt so good. Her hips rolled as she fucked her fingers.

“Maybe I should get one of the nipple clamps,” she said out loud.

Someone bit her ass.

Vaquel jumped up from the wall. She slammed the shock baton into the wall. There was a loud discharge of electricity and then the smell of ozone.

It didn’t make any sense. Vaquel was right up against the wall. There was no room for someone to get their mouth on her ass. Unless maybe she was never against the wall, but against something that felt like a wall?

Vaquel rubbed her butt. The sensation of being bitten was fading. Did she feel teeth? She couldn’t remember. It was so quick and sudden, almost like a nip.

That is if it really happened.

“Scan complete, Mistress!” Chairbot announced. “I detected a fault in the navigation array as well as one kilogram of blockage in the waste exhaust but no life signs or intruders.”

“Praise the Queen,” Vaquel said. There were no stowaways on board. That just meant Vaquel was hallucinating. It wasn’t ideal, but there was a cure to imaginary sexual stimulation.

“Chairbot, perform an intruder sweep every five minutes,” Vaquel ordered. “I am taking a shower.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. The blue material of her spacesuit slowly receded from her body to reveal long brown legs, topped with thick thighs and a thicker ass. She passed a finger through the bush of her pink pubic hair and shivered at her own touch. When all of the spacesuit had retracted, Vaquel unclasped her belt and set it beside the hygiene pod.

The door closed shut on Vaquel. Six nozzles spread around the pod activated and sprayed hot water onto Vaquel’s naked body. She cried out at the shock of water and then moaned as it cascaded over her body.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel moaned. The water felt fantastic. Years of tinkering with the settings resulted in the perfect temperature. Steam rose around Vaquel, transforming the pod from a closet into a warm cloud.

Vaquel tilted her head back and opened her lips. Water filled her mouth and then spilled onto her large breasts. She closed her mouth and swallowed, wishing it was some handsome alien’s come.

She pressed a button on the control panel. The nozzle at her back went into pulse mode. Rhythmic blasts of water splashed her back.

Vaquel dipped her head into a nozzle in front of her. The hot water plastered her short pink hair to her head and ran down her back and face. She braced her hands to either side of her and enjoyed the multiple streams of water.

“What to do?” Vaquel mused out loud. Her voice echoed inside the pod. “I should come first and wash later, but I plan to come so many times that I won’t feel like moving afterwards. If I wash first, then I am just going to get dirty again when I fuck myself silly.”

The streaming water didn’t have an answer.

“Fuck it, I’m too horny to decide,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button on the control panel.

A seventh nozzle activated on the floor. Using biometric targeting, it fired a pulsing stream of water directly at Vaquel’s pussy. As Vaquel moaned and humped the air, the stream tracker her sex and kept the water on her pussy lips.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel moaned. She spread her legs and braced her hands on the walls of the pod. Her hips gyrated as the nozzle tracked her pussy and maintained the pulsing stream onto her sex.

“Make me come, you dirty slut,” Vaquel shouted. “Make me come on your hard stream!”

The nozzle didn’t answer but it did exactly as Vaquel commanded.

Vaquel was close. The streaming water pushed right to the edge of climax. If she added a finger she would come instantly but Vaquel resisted. Inching her way to orgasm was almost as delicious as the actual climax.

That didn’t mean she still didn’t wish for more.

“Fuck, I wish there was a cock inside me!” Vaquel shouted.

The hygiene pod didn’t answer.

But something else did.

Thickness entered Vaquel’s pussy and lifted her from her feet. As she cried out, a hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into the wall of the hygiene pod. Her nose pressed against the hard surface while a thick hard cock pummeled her sex.

In an instant, Vaquel surrendered to sensation. She climaxed hard around the unknown cock. Pleasure cascaded through her body like a surging flood.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted!

The fucking continued. Fear and desire warred within Vaquel. How the fuck did someone get inside the pod with her? Why does their cock feel so perfect inside her? Where is Chairbot and his damn sensor sweep? How hard does Vaquel really want to fight this guy when he is fucking her so well?

Vaquel reached back with her hand. She felt nothing. That is not quite true. Her hand felt nothing but her pussy sure as fuck did. So did her nose as the strong hand continued to grind Vaquel’s face into the wall. Vaquel swung both hands around, trying feel who or what was fucking her so hard.

All she felt was hot water spraying from all directions.

That included her pussy. The floor nozzle was still tracking her sex. As the hard cock rammed her sex, the nozzle continued to blast the mound of her sex with water.

How was that possible? Was her fucker out of phase with reality or semi-solid? What exactly was fucking her pussy so superbly?

WHAP! A hand slapped her ass. There was no deny how solid that was! The stinging sensation lingered on her buttocks.

WHAP! WHAP! More slaps rained down on Vaquel’s ass. While her butt was under assault, the thick cock rammed her pussy. The hand on her head tightened its grip on Vaquel’s hair.

Vaquel planted her hands back on the wall in front of her. She didn’t care who or what was fucking and spanking her. After months of neglect, her body was finally being used by someone else.

The unknown being railed Vaquel’s pussy. Short, rapid thrusts reduced Vaquel to a limp body. The hard slaps to her ass kept Vaquel awake. Her face ached from being shoved into the wall but Vaquel welcomed the pain and clenched harder around the unknown cock.

The next orgasm arced and crashed into her body. “Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The cock withdrew. The hard slaps stopped. Even the grip on Vaquel’s head released her hair.

Vaquel panted. Was it over? No! She wanted more.

Strong hands gripped Vaquel’s waist and pulled her back until her tender ass slammed into the wall behind her. A firm hand pushed down on her shoulders and Vaquel obediently bent over. The hand moved away and powerful fingers spread open her sore buttocks.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel whispered.

A thick head pressed against the tight ring of her asshole.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Vaquel moaned.

A hard cock pushed against her asshole. It was too big. There was no way the thick head would fit. Her ass stretched and stretched and stretched but it was just too massive.

And then suddenly, it wasn’t. The cock shrunk ever so slightly and then it was inside her. It was still massive though. Centimeter after centimeter of thick cock pushed into her and filled her ass.

Vaquel groaned as she was pushed to her limit. How water showered down on her from all sides. The nozzle on the floor continued to pulse at her pussy. Muscles quivered and clenched all over her body.

The unknown entity began to fuck her ass. Slow, methodical thrusts penetrated her deepest core. The power of the thrusts sent her wet tits clapping together.

“Yes,” Vaquel groaned. Who was fucking her ass? The being could be a Glister, a half-phased entity, some new anomaly or even her own psychotic breakdown for all she knew. It didn’t matter because the cock was ravaging her asshole in all the right ways.

Utilizing a randomizer program for optimal pleasure, the nozzle on the floor switched to a higher pulse rate. Water blasted Vaquel’s sensitive pussy with increased intensity. For every five pulses of hot water, a sixth blast of slightly colder water struck her sex.

The variation sent Vaquel over the edge. “Glory to the Queen!” she shouted as she climaxed. Her ass clenched down as the hard cock continued to thrust inside her.

A rough hand grabbed Vaquel’s tit. She gasped as strong fingers clamped down on her plentiful mound. A shock of pain went from her crushed breast and went straight to her pussy.

Vaquel came again. She lacked the awareness to praise her Queen as endorphins filled her mind. Pain and pleasure boiled inside her and she ascended to a new level of bliss.

Someone moaned. It was a deep rumbling sound that was right beside her. No, it was inside her. She could feel the moan reverberating through her mind.

The cock in her ass paused in mid-thrust. The base of the cock swelled and her asshole stretched to accommodate it. Something thick passed through the being’s cock like a large marble through a thin straw. When it reached the tip, Vaquel cried out as the head of the cock dxpanded inside her.

And then there was a gush of hot liquid. Vaquel gasped as the liquid filled her ass. It was too much. She was going to burst from the amount of alien seed.

The cock suddenly vanished. So did the hand on Vaquel’s hip and tit. She nearly fell but managed to sink to her knees instead. The nozzle on the floor continued to pulse at her exhausted pussy.

“Fuck.” Vaquel whispered. She was having trouble thinking. Images filled her mind. Beautiful landscapes, voluptuous blue bodies and countless vibrators and unfamiliar mouths flashed before her.

Vaquel remembered jacking her large cock onto a blue woman’s face. She vividly recalled growing her first playmate out of a seed. There was a parade of alien tits, mouths, cocks and pussy cascading through her mind, each attached to a favorite memory.

“No, no,” Vaquel groaned. This wasn’t her. This was someone else’s history. She never had a cock. There was never a garden of plump women grown to be fucked and used. These thoughts didn’t belong to her.

Vaquel tried to remember her own pleasures but they were crowded out by these alien memories. Did she first suck on a nipple from a woman with green hair and blue lips? Was she once paddled by six men as the sun rose over a stadium shaped like a vulva? Was the memory of her three blue spouses real?

Memories multiplied inside Vaquel’s mind. She slumped forward in the hygiene pod on her knees until her head was on the floor. Her ass was up in the air and Vaquel barely noticed.

As Vaquel sunk deeper into a stupor, the nozzle on the floor switched to a new stimulation pattern. It projected two streams that fired alternating blasts of water. The dual streams moved up and down Vaquel’s sensitized pussy.

Vaquel could feel her identity slipping away but there was nothing she could do. The memory of being a genetic engineer was too strong. She knew her spouses’ birthdays. The terror of the atomic blast searing the flesh from her body was too strong to ignore. If she wasn’t Nondol Gnikal, then who could she possibly be?

Something wonderful pushed through her memories. It was two beautiful pulses of heat on her tender pussy lips. It felt like she was being licked by two tongues.

Pussy, not cock.

She, not he.

A greedy little slut who was alive, not a greedy little stud who was dead.

The nozzle brought Vaquel’s body to another climax. Pleasure filled Vaquel’s mind and pushed out the foreign thoughts. She cried out in pleasure and opened her eyes to look at her soaked, brown not blue body.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. The feel of her own body was a welcome sensation but the continuing stimulation on her over sensitized pussy was not. She covered her pussy to block the floor nozzle’s stream.

“End shower program,” she shouted.

The water ceased. Vaquel rose to a kneeling position. Water dripped from every part of her body. She reached for her asshole and felt around. There was no trace of alien ejaculate, at least not physically.

Vaquel stood up. The memories of the other being were already fading. By the time she grabbed a towel and dried her hair, she forgotten the names of the other’s spouses. By the time she dried her arms and tits, she had forgotten the being’s favorite positions. By the time she dried her pussy, ass and legs, she had almost forgotten what it was like to have a nice cock between her legs.

One memory lingered though. As clear as if it has happened just this morning, Vaquel remembered the sight of the blast wave coming to kill her.

Oct 052022

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.

Sep 282022

Explorer’s Log: I am on day twenty-four of my forty-one day journey to the star system designated “The Queen’s Unearthly Ass that Haunts the Dreams of All Who See It,” by Royal Astronomers. This area of space continues to be very quiet with no signs of space travel of any kind. It is like traveling on the loneliest highway for light years.

Regarding the probe ship, I still can’t find the cause for the temperature decrease inside the living quarters. There is a small space barely as wide as my feet together that feels about ten degrees colder than the rest of the ship, but sensors detect nothing. Fortunately, the spot is beside my bunk so it doesn’t bother me when I am sleeping. I’ll assign Chairbot the problem and let him diagnose it.

The language of the race I have designated Dead Fuckers-One continues to elude me. It resembles the theoretical language known as Ebrima but what little text I have discovered is nonsense. Hopefully I will not encounter any more of their worlds but just in case I do, I will continue to analyze their language. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Dead Fuckers-One may have a shitty language but they make really good sex toys. The blue dildo I recovered from the last world has a vibration function that is quite pleasurable. I have been using it twice a day and it shows no signs of wearing out.

Vaquel Di sat back in Chairbot’s seat. The space explorer was naked except for her belt. Both of her thick brown legs stretched out to rest her heels on the navigation console. She had one hand on a heavy breast while the other hand plunged a blue vibrator in and out of her wet pussy. The short pink hair on her head was soaked with sweat and was almost as wet as the thick pink bush of her pubic hair.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” Vaquel grunted. The vibrator undulated in her hand. Powerful vibrations radiated through her sex.

Chairbot moaned. The loyal robot gently pulsed the vibration motors in his seat. All of his sensors were dedicated to reading the tremors of Vaquel’s round ass pressing against him.

Vaquel trembled. It wouldn’t be long now. She plunged the toy in deeper.

The vibrations from the dildo diminished greatly in intensity.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. Did she turn it down somehow? She thought it only turned on and off.

Vaquel pushed the thought away. The more important question was whether she could climax before the vibrations died completely. She rammed the toy into her sex and willed herself to come sooner.

The vibrations slowed to a bare tremor. After two more thrusts, the vibrations died altogether.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled.

“Mistress, do you wish me to finish you off?” Chairbot offered. The talented robot had multiple force fields and vibration motors capable of finishing the job. He was also eager to prove his superiority as a sex toy.

Before Vaquel could answer, the dildo pulsed in her pussy. A beam of light emitted from the base of the toy and projected a shape in front of Vaquel.

It was a hologram of a blue humanoid. The wide hips, enormous breasts as well as the smooth lips at their groin indicated that they were female. Short curly hair, almost the mirror of Vaquel’s except that it was green, clung to the woman’s head. Wide lips opened to reveal an inviting mouth with a long tongue.

Vaquel recognized the species as Dead Fucker-One. She had seen enough of their corpses on the last two dead planets to recognize one. This was the first one she had seen still alive, even if only a hologram.

“Are you interactive?” Vaquel asked.

The hologram reached between her legs. She opened her blue sex lips to reveal the thick base of a dildo that matched the one inside Vaquel. The hologram pulled the dildo out of herself and then held it up.

A large bar appeared next to the holographic dildo. The bar was as long as the dildo at first but rapidly shrank down to a flat line. The line blinked urgently.

“Mistress, it is using visual symbols to convey that the vibrator is out of power,” Chairbot said.

“Quit bot-explaining,” Vaquel said. “I got that. This isn’t my first alien holographic pantomime.”

The holographic woman placed her vibrator at her blue breast and rubbed the head against her nipple. As she did that, the floating power indicator began to glow. The hologram moved the toy back and forth between her nipples.

“This must be a recharging protocol,” Vaquel said.

“But Mistress, your mammary glands do not emit energy!” Chairbot said.

“Maybe it is powered by friction,” Vaquel said. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. The thick toy slipped out, covered in juices. Vaquel pressed the tip of the toy to her right nipple and rubbed her sensitive tip with the toy.

Another hologram appeared beside the toy. It was another bar, but this one was only as long as her fingernail. Fortunately, it was growing with each circle of Vaquel’s nipple.

“Good work, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “Should I emit a force field to stimulate intercourse?”

“No!” Vaquel said. “This damn toy interrupted my orgasm. I’ll be the one to get it back.”

Chairbot’s seat motors ceased in quiet protest.

Vaquel moved the vibrator to her other breast. The holographic woman smiled and copied her motion. Together, Vaquel and the hologram rubbed the vibrator into their left breast.

The vibrator purred to life. It was a weak pulse but it took Vaquel by surprise. She moaned as the vibrations played across her hard nipple.

The hologram moaned too. Was it just copying Vaquel? Probably, but there was the possibility that there was an artificial intelligence inside the toy. It might be programmed to feel pleasure as well.

The holographic woman moved her toy between her plump blue breasts. Using one arm, she gathered her tits around the facsimile of the toy. One hand slid the toy up and down between her breasts of projected light.

Vaquel copied the hologram. The alien had much larger tits but Vaquel’s brown mountains were more than adequate. Vaquel cinched her mounds together while she used the toy to fuck her tits.

The holographic bar increased in length. The vibrations from the toy grew slightly stronger. Pleasant pulses emanated from the toy and into Vaquel’s bountiful tits.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel whispered. The toy was still slick from her pussy and it slid easily up and down her soft flesh. It was starting to dry though and Vaquel wondered how long she could keep this up before friction played a part.

The holographic woman tilted her head down and spat on the faux toy between her breasts.

Vaquel paused in mid-stroke. Did the vibrator sense the friction and then modify the hologram to give instructions? Or was their instruction pre-programed for just this possibility? How smart was her alien sex toy?

The vibrations diminished between her tits. The floating bar blinked impatiently. It was waiting for Vaquel’s participation.

“Oh, it must be broken, Mistress,” Chairbot said.

“Nice try, fucker,” Vaquel said. She knew how jealous the robot could get of other toys.

Vaquel tilted her head down and spat onto the toy between her tits. The thick gob landed right on the tip. As the toy slid down, it brought her spit down between the canyon of her breasts. She gave the toy a slight twist to smear the spit all around.

The holographic bar began to grown again. The vibrations returned. The bar grew mere centimeters with every thrust of the toy but at least it was growing.

The vibrations were weak between Vaquel’s tits but the desire within her pussy was just as strong as when she was fucking herself. Vaquel was tempted to plunge the toy back in herself. The slight vibrations might be enough to get her off and if they weren’t, Vaquel could compensate by fucking the shit out of her pussy.

But Vaquel resisted the urge. The vibrator was getting stronger with every thrust between her tits. She wanted it even stronger.

The holographic woman changed positions. She sat down, her body clipping through the navigation console. The woman removed the toy from her tits and held it with two hands. One hand went to the base while the other hand encircled the tip.

The vibrations stopped. Vaquel wasn’t surprised. She pulled the toy out from between her tits and mimed how the hologram was holding the toy. As soon as her fingers wrapped around the tip, the vibrations returned.

The hologram stroked her toy. It was a slow, almost lazy slide from the tip down to her other hand. The stroke back up was just as slow.

Vaquel recreated the stroke. It was harder than it looked. Vaquel’s excitement caused her to move too fast. As soon as she broke the slow pace, the vibrations stopped until Vaquel was back in sync.

“You little tease,” Vaquel whispered.

The holographic woman slowly blinked both eyes. Was that an acknowledgment of Vaquel’s comment or just a quirk of the programming?

Together, Vaquel and the hologram stroked their toys. Vaquel settled into the slow rhythm but it wasn’t easy. Her pussy was hungry to be filled again. Every stroke of they toy seemed like a slow tease of her own sex. She caught herself grinding into Chairbot’s seat in frustration.

“Mistress, do you require stimulation?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel almost said yes. She could order him to fuck her and then the motors in the seat would roar with power. Incredible vibrations would assault her pussy and make her ass go numb. It would be a powerful orgasm.

But the orgasm wouldn’t come from the toy and Vaquel had worked so hard to get the toy working again. She couldn’t give up now. Stubbornness demanded it.

“No,” Vaquel said out loud, a little terse and not at all convincing.

The holographic woman suddenly increased the pace of her stroking. She pumped her toy so hard that her giant breasts made of light jiggled and bounced. Her mouth opened in a sensual moan as if it was her own organ that she was stroking.

Vaquel cried out, partly from surprise and partly from the release of tension. She stroked the vibrator at a speed to match the hologram’s. Her own brown tits bounced wildly. Vaquel wondered if the hologram enjoyed the sight as much as Vaquel enjoyed the hologram’s jiggling.

The vibrator buzzed stronger. The power bar grew in leaps and decimeters.

The hologram suddenly stopped. There was a second’s pause and then it resumed stroking their toy at the previous slower pace. The glowing woman looked at Vaquel licked its lips in a very lascivious manner.

“No,” Vaquel whispered. She stroked her toy too fast for one cycle and the vibrations stopped altogether. Vaquel groaned and flexed her hand. It was tingling from the earlier vibrations. She forced herself to grip the toy again and resume the slow stroking.

The vibrations returned, though a bit weak. The floating bar shrunk just a little. Progress had been lost.

Vaquel groaned. This was ridiculous. The toy was too demanding. Sex toys should be giving pleasure, not delaying it! Vaquel had half a mind to toss the toy and order Chairbot to fuck her.

The other half of Vaquel’s mind was controlled by her pussy. Vaquel was frustrated but also wet and soaking Chairbot’s seat. With every delay, Vaquel’s sex craved the toy more.

Vaquel continued to stroke the toy. She simmered with resentment but she kept doing it. One long slow stroke down the length of the vibrating toy followed by one long slow stroke up to the tip. Over and over again as the power bar grew in small increments.

The holographic woman displayed no frustration. She licked her lips and blinked slowly at Vaquel. Both shoulders rolled in a sensuous manner that Vaquel caught herself copying.

Sometimes the hologram would tilt her head up and bite her lip in a savage manner while her eyes stayed locked on Vaquel. Tremors would go through the holographic body before the woman would release her bite and her head would tilt back down to normal. There would be a flush to the woman’s blue skin that would gradually fade.

Vaquel didn’t know what the biting was about but it was hot as fuck. Once more she wondered if the hologram was truly intelligent. Could it be a presentation of the vibrator’s artificial intelligence? Was Vaquel literally turning it on with her stroking?

The holographic woman stopped fondling her vibrator. She brought her version of the toy to her lips. First, she kissed the tip and then slowly pushed the toy into her mouth.

Vaquel copied the hologram. She kissed the head of her toy and tasted pussy and sweat. The toy buzzed weakly as it entered slid past Vaquel’s lips. The thick toy filled her mouth.

The hologram swallowed more of her toy so Vaquel did the same. The long toy hit the back of Vaquel’s throat and she briefly gagged. The holographic woman had no such troubles and kept pushing the toy until only the base of the vibrator emerged from her lips.

Vaquel struggled to do the same. The faint vibrations made her lips and tongue tingle. The tip of the toy was lodged deep in her throat. She felt herself start to gag again and she focused on relaxing her throat

The hologram didn’t move. Vaquel wondered if the simulation was frozen. No, the floating power bar was still growing if ever so slowly.

Tears sprang to Vaquel’s eyes. She breathed hard through her nose. The vibrator filled her mouth and throat.

The holographic woman reached between her legs of soft light. Three fingers plunged into a narrow blue slit. She fucked herself in front of Vaquel.

Vaquel’s hand moved to her own pussy. She didn’t care if it was part of the recharging protocol or not. Three brown fingers pushed through pink pubic hair and into her own brown slit. Wet heat greeted her fingers.

The holographic woman shuddered. The shoulders rolled as she fucked herself. Holographic drops of juice fell from her pussy.

Vaquel fucked herself. Tight walls clinched around her fingers. It felt so damn good.

A tremor ran through Vaquel’s body. It disturbed the delicate balance of her throat and the vibrator went too deep. Vaquel choked and almost pulled the toy from her mouth but she fought through her panic. The vibrator stayed deep in her throat as she regained control of her gagging.

“Would you like some anal penetration, Mistress?” Chairbot offered.

Vaquel groaned. She fucking would but she couldn’t bring herself to accept it. The holographic woman had been so demanding and Vaquel had met the challenge so far. She wanted to prove herself, even if it was to an alien sex toy.

“What was that, Mistress?” Chairbot inquired.

Vaquel growled with the toy in her mouth.

“Clench your ass once for anal penetration,” Chairbot said. “Clench your ass ten times to decline.”

Vaquel almost choked on the toy again. That bastard! She knew how much Chairbot loved to feel her buttocks move across his seat. If she got it wrong, the robot would happily ream her ass and although Vaquel would enjoy it at this point she wanted to deny him just to spite him.

There was only one thing Vaquel could do. She clenched her ass and released. As quickly as possible, she clenched a second and a third time.

Chairbot said nothing. If he counted, that would be helpful, which is exactly why he didn’t. Vaquel almost admired his selfishness.

The holographic woman continued to deep throat her copy of the toy. The floating power bar inched larger.

Drool filled Vaquel’s mouth. She parted her lips to let some of the drool fall from her mouth rather than risk choking on it. As the drool dripped down, Vaquel clenched her buttocks a fourth time.

A drop of spit hit Vaquel’s tit. Another tremor went through her body as she clenched her ass a fifth and sixth time.

Chairbot groaned. The seat tilted a single degree. The sudden movement shifted the toy in Vaquel’s throat.

She gagged during the seventh clench of her ass. As she fought to control her gagging, she clenched down hard an eight time. When she could breathe normally again, Vaquel clenched twice more.

Or did she? Vaquel had lost count. Should she clench again to make sure? Or will the greedy robot interpret an eleventh clench as permission to anally enter her?


As she debated, the floating bar pulsed with light. The holographic woman pulled the toy out of her mouth and held it up like a lamp. In case there was any doubt, the hologram spread her blue legs and plunged the toy back into her sex.

Vaquel pulled her toy out as well. She gasped for air and laughed weakly. “Fuck you, Chairbot! No ass-fucking for you!”

“Awwww, Mistress,” Chairbot sulked.

Vaquel didn’t care. She placed both feet on the navigation console in front of her and brought the vibrator down to her pussy. The thick slid easily back into her sex.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried. The vibrations were stronger than before. In fact, they had never been this strong. The toy must have been only half-charged when she recovered it from the planet.

The holographic woman stood up. She walked between Vaquel’s out-stretched legs. She squatted down and her large breasts made of light clipped through Vaquel’s thighs. Her face was decimeters away from Vaquel’s pussy. The blue eyes looked up at Vaquel and blinked slowly.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel groaned. Was this part of the program or was this curiosity another sign of the hologram’s possible intelligence?

The hologram bit her bottom lip and tilted her head up.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out as she came. She clenched down hard on the buzzing vibrator.

The holographic woman dipped her head down onto Vaquel’s sex. The hologram clipped through Vaquel’s hand but she thought she could see the blue woman’s mouth open. The woman moved her head up and down as if she went through the motions of eating Vaquel’s pussy.

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

The woman reached up with a holographic hand to cup Vaquel’s breast. The hand hovered at Vaquel’s jiggling tit. Vaquel’s couldn’t feel anything but the sight was enticing.

Vaquel’s need obliterated any lingering resentment she had for Chairbot’s game. “Chairbot, fuck my ass right now!”

“Yes, Mistress!” the robot said.

A slender forcefield was generated by Chairbot’s seat. It pushed against Vaquel’s anus with hyper-accuracy. The tingling field penetrated Vaquel with zero friction.

Vaquel moaned as her asshole was filled. Toes curled and she bit her own lip. All the while, she kept thrusting the vibrator deep into her pussy while the holographic woman mimed eating her.

The forcefield began to vibrate. Chairbot moaned as Vaquel’s ass squirmed in response. The robot added a thrusting motion to the forcefield’s projection.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out.

The hologram moved a hand to Vaquel’s pussy. She pushed four fingers into the soaked pussy. Vaquel couldn’t feel the hand but it was easy to imagine the vibrator was the hologram’s hand.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel whispered as another orgasm slammed into her.

Micro-quakes rumbled across Vaquel’s twitching buttocks. Chairbot scanned every motion and experienced three activations of his own pleasure programs. The seat rumbled with excitement.

Chairbot’s forcefield pushed deeper into Vaquel’s ass. Powerful vibrations in her ass matched the ones stimulating her pussy. Fucked at both ends, Vaquel was pushed beyond her limits as she came again.

“Glory!” was all Vaquel could whisper as she climaxed.

It was too much. Vaquel was spent. She turned the knob at the base of the vibrator and the vibrations ceased.

“Chairbot, stop,” Vaquel said weakly.

The forcefield in Vaquel’s ass vanished, leaving only the memory of being so deeply filled.

The holographic woman remained. She stood up and looked down at Vaquel’s twitching body. Both hands went to her pussy and played with the vibrator buried within her. After a few strokes, the hologram slowly faded.

Vaquel sat in a puddle of her juices with the vibrator still inside her. Chairbot was reclining the seat so Vaquel could take a post-orgasmic nap. Vaquel began to pull the toy from her over-stimulated pussy but decided against it. She would take her nap with it inside her.

As Vaquel drifted off to sleep, she wondered how many orgasms she could get from the toy before it needed to be recharged again.