Fiction: Confluence of Astronomy

Explorer’s Log: I am on day two hundred and seventy of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. The lack of astronomical geography is allowing for some excellent deep space scans. I am currently cataloguing any scans in the case that something interesting turns ups. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I ejected the talking dildo into space last week and so far no other inanimate objects have begin talking. I will take this to mean that it really was some sort of possessed dildo, or that whatever mental breakdown I was having is now over. I enjoyed the dildo’s company but it got on my nerves when it started suggesting that I lose weight. Fuck it. I don’t need anyone, organic or not, to have a good time. End Personal Log.

Vaquel Di sat at the Nutrient Pod and ate an algae based pseudo meat sandwich. She also had one hand on one of her brown breasts; her fingers twisting and untwisting her nipple in a steady rotation. As she chewed the beef flavored algae, she closed her eyes and imagined a talented hand playing with the pink pubic hair. When a drop of algae sauce fell on her chin, she imagined it was the ejaculate of a very handsome space pilot.

The deep space explorer was on high alert. It had been six days since she last had an orgasm, which was a personal record for her. Permission to climax could come at any time but the window was only two minutes long. Vaquel’s body had to be ready. Vaquel’s mind had to be ready. Most of all, Vaquel’s long deprived cunt had to be ready.

She finished her sandwich and washed it down with algae juice. For a moment she debated having some algae based fruit pie but decided against it. She didn’t want to be too full in case it was time to climax.

Vaquel got up and stretched. Her nude brown body was reflected off the Hygiene Pod door. The sight made Vaquel smile. She took a moment to turn around and admire her round brown ass. For good measure, she gave it a few good smacks.

The pain was nice but Vaquel stopped before she bruised herself. She had tried everything to make this nine month space voyage go by quicker. First she tried recording herself masturbating. In time, watching herself fuck lost its thrill. After that, she tried some experimental bondage with a Strangler gun. Even near death experiences began to get boring. Then there was that time she spent fucking a dildo that talked, but the constant question of mental insanity was a turn-off. In desperation, Vaquel had turned to taking the subject of masturbation completely out of her hands.

Vaquel glanced at the nearest display panel. The screen constantly scrolled with data gathered from every single one of the ship’s sensors. Every pulse of stellar radiation was being measured. Every tiniest detail was being compared to one another. The majority of the ship’s computers were dedicated to looking for a certain random confluence of events.

First, while searching one of the three hundred and sixty vectors that the scanners were looking at, the computer needed to find a spike in gravitational fluctuations. Then, it looked to see if Tes radiation was at twenty one parts per billion. If these two conditions were met, the ship would then check to see if solar radiation was greater coming from galactic north than it was from galactic south.

If, and only if these conditions were met, the ship would announce an alert followed by a countdown. Vaquel had that long to climax.

It was a freaky combination of space geography and sexual gambling. Vaquel calculated a forty percent chance of these conditions not being met before reaching the next star system. There was also a mere two percent chance that it would happen twice during this voyage. She might be denying herself for nothing. It was one big risk that took the pressure of how to masturbate next out of her hands.

So far it had worked great. Vaquel teased herself constantly. Not letting herself climax meant she kept going to the edge of bliss and back, but always on the road of pleasure. She went about her chores aboard the ship with a certain excitement. Would the alert sound while she was showering? Would it sound off when she was maintaining the solar sails? Would it sound off in the next minute? There was no telling.

Who knew that being denied an orgasm for so long would put her in such a good mood?

Being this aroused had also taught Vaquel things about herself that she didn’t know. Apparently her right nipple was more sensitive than the other. One long day, she had discovered just the right kind of clitoris manipulation that would bring her closest to orgasm the fastest. Also, she apparently got turned on by the color green which made no sense to her at all but she loved discovering it anyway.

“ALERT! Conditions met! Begin countdown!”

“Yes!” Vaquel hissed. She wasted no time. Her fingers punched into her sex. She entered herself with one, two and finally three fingers. It was no problem. She was wet and ready.

Her knees trembled. Vaquel leaned against a wall for support. She was so damn tense. After so much teasing, the act of penetration was paralyzing. Her fingers felt like three giant cocks inside her sensitive little pussy.

“One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight . . .”

Vaquel stroked deeper. This was it. She might not climax again until she reached a planet. She couldn’t let this moment pass.

She put her other hand to work. She slapped her breast. Cruel fingers twisted her right nipple. She tugged hard on her left breast. She stimulated her tits in every way possible.

“Eighty-two, eighty-one, eighty . . .”

Vaquel stroked quicker. Her back planted against the wall, she spread her legs wider. She imagined getting fucked by a well hung soldier. She pictured getting humped by one of the robotic Squix. She imagined getting pounded by an aquatic humanoid. She thought of getting fucked by everyone.

She twisted her nipple. The pain sent delicious tingles through her body. It could have been the bite of a savage primitive. It could have been the groping of another space explorer. It could have been the harsh embrace of woman made of light. Vaquel fantasized of a million different hands that it could have been.  

Sixty-nine, sixty-eight, sixty-seven . . .”

Vaquel jammed her fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them as hard as she could. While her other hand fucked her pussy, Vaquel fucked her face. Her tongue was busy as she nearly choked herself.

She pictured a cock in her mouth; ready to explode at a moment’s notice. As her two hands stroked and pushed, Vaquel dreamed of having two lovers at once. She imagined their need to fuck her at both ends.

“Forty-four, forty-three-forty-two . . .”

Vaquel took the hand out of her mouth. She was close but it wasn’t happening. Her body was so sensitive that it was overwhelming. After being stimulated for so long, her body was stuck on a plateau. It was entirely possible that she wouldn’t be able to climax.

She used both hands on her sex. She kept fucking herself as hard as she could but now her other hand was on her clitoris. Practiced fingers rubbed tight little circles on her sensitive bud. Sharp nails danced lightly on tender skin. Vaquel was not going to miss her orgasm without a fight.

“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen . . .”

 Vaquel stroked deeper. She rubbed her clit faster. Her hips humped the air in desperation.

“Twelve, eleven, ten . . .”

Vaquel’s fingers used every trick she knew. She pulled on her clitoris. She wiggled her fingers deep inside her. She thought of all the teasing she had put herself through and tried to summon the orgasm with pure willpower.

Seven, six, five . . .”

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted. Her orgasm finally burst free. She felt her pussy spasm around her fingers. A wave of pleasure swept over Vaquel and she slid down to wall to land on her bare ass.

“One, zero and alert is now ended. Resuming search for specified conditions.”

Vaquel stopped stroking. The orgasm continued though. Her body clenched, shook and shuddered. Her fingers were still inside and she felt every wonderful orgasmic pulse.

There were twenty more days left on this trip. Maybe she would get lucky again.

Fiction: Seduction in Isolation

Explorer’s Log: I am on day two hundred and three of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. No anomalies have been detected. Deep Space Probe Ship is functioning normally. My latest checkup in the medical bay lists my health as excellent. There is nothing further to report. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: There is no way that I am telling them about the dildo talking to me.

“Come on, baby. Quit ignoring me.”

Vaquel Di sat in the Science Bay. She was nude because fuck it, there was no need to put clothes on when it had been months since she last seen a living person. Her lush brown body was covered in fading marks from her month of self-bondage experiments. It was a testament to how bored she had become that tying herself up and nearly dying while masturbating had lost its thrill.

Of course, now she had a new mystery to solve.

“Please, just place me between those great tits of yours.”

She looked at the scanner results again. There was no strange radiation on or near the ship. There was no evidence of alien life. Everything was as normal as could be. There was no scientific explanation for the voice she could hear as clear as day.

“Please, Vaquel. I just want to slip inside that tight cunt of yours.”

Vaquel glanced at the dildo on the sensor pad. It was just a white rock she had found on one of her explorations. It was shaped like a lovely cock and it was smooth enough to fuck. In fact, she had used it to get off many times over the last few months. It just never started talking before today.

“I would give anything to slip between your lips and feel your tongue,” the dildo said. “I want to feel you suck me.”

“You’re just a rock!” Vaquel snapped. “You don’t have anything to feel with!”

“Praise the Gods! You’re talking to me!”

Vaquel felt her stomach sink. She had resisted talking back to the dildo and now she had slipped. The scans, research and tests were leaving only one conclusion regarding the talking dildo: she had gone insane. The months in space with no one to interact with had finally snapped her mind. She had gone space-crazy and the only cure was to ignore it. Talking to her delusion would only reinforce it.

“Please Vaquel, just put a little bit of me into your mouth. Just the tip, that’s all I need!”

Vaquel licked her lips. She had forgotten how nice it was to be begged. Shit, it was nice just to be talked to.

She shook her head and turned her back to it. The medical scans she performed showed no signs of mental deterioration. That was disappointing. She had been hoping for a tumor. At least that she could cut out.

“Come on, Vaquel, you know you want it. Just put me inside you and you know it would feel so goo.”

It would feel good. Vaquel knew from personal experience that the dildo was just a little too big for her. It had the right girth and it had that slight tilt that made every thrust exciting.

“Please, Vaquel. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“I found you on a barren planet with no women,” she said.

“Maybe there used to be women there,” the dildo said. “You don’t know my history!”

“Shut up,” Vaquel said. “I’m not going to talk to my delusion.”

“You don’t know I am a delusion!” the dildo said. “I could be an alien sentience possessing this object. Or maybe I am a communicating to you from another dimension in time and space. I could be all sorts of things.”

“Are you any of those?” Vaquel asked.

“Maybe,” the dildo said. “Why don’t you push me between those big brown tits of yours and maybe I will tell you.”

Vaquel thought about it. Technically, if the dildo was possessed by a strange life form, Vaquel should try to communicate with it. And if she was just suffering some sort of psychotic breakdown brought upon by isolation, it wouldn’t hurt to participate just a little to make sure it was a delusion, right?

“Come here,” she said. Vaquel picked up the dildo.

“Fuck, yes,” it sighed.

She touched the tip of the dildo to her nipple. The dildo moaned happily.

She glided the dildo down the curve of her heavy breast. She heard it groan loudly.

She slipped the dildo between her breasts and then used her other hand to squeeze her tits around it. Although the sound was muffled, she could hear the dildo moaning.

Vaquel slid the dildo up and down her cleavage.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the dildo moaned. “Your breasts are so perfect. I want to stay here forever. I want to live between your tits.”

“I thought you wanted to be inside my mouth,” Vaquel teased.

“Oh Gods, yes!” the dildo said.

Vaquel felt a shiver go down her spine. It was nice to be wanted. It had been too long.

She slipped the dildo up out of her breasts as slowly as she could. She dipped her head down and opened her mouth. Her tongue darted out and gave the tip of the dildo a single lick.

“Oh, fuck!” the dildo moaned.

She closed her lips around the tip of the dildo. Her tongue flicked rapidly at the tip. She sealed her full lips around the tip of the cock and suck as hard as she could.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” the dildo moaned.

Vaquel moaned too. She pushed another inch into her mouth. The dildo gasped.

She lifted her head and took the dildo with her. Vaquel tipped her head back and let gravity pull the dildo into her mouth. Inch after inch slid between her lips and down her throat.

The dildo moaned incoherently.

Vaquel pulled the dildo out of her mouth.

“Please put me back in! Please! Your mouth is so wet and perfect!”

Vaquel giggled. “I thought you wanted to get in my cunt? But I can put you back in my mouth if you want.”

“No! Put me in your cunt, please” the dildo begged.

“”Are you sure?” Vaquel teased. She licked the tip of the dildo. “I think I want you back in my mouth.”

“Yes, I’m sure I want to be in your cunt. Please?”

“Beg me,” Vaquel said. The months of isolation brought out the darkest feelings in her. “Beg me and I will decide if you are worthy.”

“Oh, I am so worthy!” the dildo begged. “I will fill your cunt with my girth. I will press all up inside you. I will be so smooth in the right places and give you enough texture in the other places. “

“I’m not convinced,” Vaquel said cruelly.

“I will get you off like you never have before. I will be the best fuck of your life. I will fuck your cunt like it was my first time.”

Vaquel lowered the dildo to her sex. She spread open her legs and pressed him against her pubic hair. The tip of the dildo slid along the outside of her sex but she didn’t slide him in.

“More,” she whispered.

“Please, let me fuck you,” the dildo begged. “My life was lonely until you found me. Now I know I was meant to fit inside you. I was meant to be your fucktoy. That is all I am good for and it is all I want to be. I was meant to fill your cunt.”

Vaquel pushed the dildo in. It was a little too big but she was wet enough to take it. The dildo was smooth in all the right places and had just a little bit of texture for the other places. It fit perfectly inside her.

“Use me, use me, use me!” the dildo begged.

Vaquel did. She plunged the dildo in and out of her sex. Fast and hard; she rammed herself with her willing tool.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the dildo cried.

“Mm, mm, mm,” Vaquel groaned.

“Harder, harder, harder,” the dildo begged.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Vaquel panted.

“Take me, take me, take me,” the dildo screamed.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed.

Vaquel climaxed. Her legs kicked out and her pussy clenched. She shivered on the chair.

“Was that good enough?” the dildo asked.

“Almost,” Vaquel lied. She pulled the slick dildo from her cunt. It glistened in the light.

“Now, are you going to tell me the truth?” she asked. “Are you an anomaly? Are you possessed by an alien intelligence? Are you just a creation of my deluded mind? Which is it?”

“You know what would feel good?” the dildo said. “How about pushing me into your ass. I would love to be crushed by your tight little asshole.”

Vaquel laughed. Answers could wait for now.

Fiction: Choke and Moan

Explorer’s Log: I am on day one hundred of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. Although it wasn’t scheduled for another three months, I went ahead and did a complete preventative maintenance check on the Deep Space Probe. All systems are currently working at 104% efficiency. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: After recording one hundred videos of myself masturbating I am officially sick of seeing my own face. I have a new sex game for today. If it all works right, it won’t kill me.

Vaquel Di stood naked in hallway that ran the length of the Deep Space Probe. Her dark brown body was freshly clean from an hour in the Hygienic Pod. Her full breasts jiggled lightly in the reduced gravity of the ship. Moisture still clung to the short pink hair of Vaquel’s head and also to the thick bush of pink pubic hair over her sex.

She adjusted the vibrator in her hand. Technically it was one of the micro-probes that the ship used to burrow into the crust of planets and take scans but she had modified it. Gone were the scanners and in their place was a rather powerful vibration machine. She had hand crafted the mechanics through trial, error and orgasm.

Vaquel turned the vibrator on and put it at the lips of her sex. The powerful vibrations brought a smile to her lips and a tingling to her nipples. She pushed it in; groaning as the modified micro-probe shook within her.

Now she was ready.

She took a deep breath and let it out. Across from her was one of her weapons. The Strangler Gun was mounted on rigged chair with a voice trigger. It was pointed right at her.

“Computer, activate Vaquel Program Choke,” she said.

The Strangler Gun fired. A solid weight hit Vaquel right in the chest with bruising force. She stumbled back and bent over.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out.

A second later, the mass exploded. Green fibers erupted around her. Tiny bands of synthetic material wrapped around her body. Coils wrapped around her large breasts and squeezed. Tight strands wrapped around her face leaving only one eye open to see her plight.

Vaquel stumbled again but the bands were already wrapping around her legs. Vaquel tried to use her hands to grab onto something but her arms were quickly constricted and pulled into her body. Even her toes were bound as fibers wrapped around her feet.

Vaquel fell over. The green fibers bound her tightly. She hit the ground hard and the vibrator shook within her.

“Fuck, yeah,” Vaquel moaned. Her moan turned into a choking gasp as the fibers tightened around her throat.

She suppressed a laugh. The Strangler Gun worked exactly as the manual said. The fibers reacted to motion by tightening. The fibers reacted to pressure by tightening. The fibers reacted to heat and cold by tightening. It was a weapon of subdual but it was also a weapon that was willing to kill those too defiant to lay still.

The vibrator increased in intensity. She rubbed her thighs together instinctively without thinking. The green fibers constricted tighter. Lines of pain blossomed across her skin as the fibers bit into her flesh.

Vaquel had programmed the micro-probe to escalate vibrations on a scaled time release. It was part of the fun. It was also part of the danger.

She looked up at the ceiling. A canister of Strangle-Solvent dangled above. Vaquel had rigged a timer to release the life-saving contents in five minutes. If everything worked okay, she solvent would spill and dissolve the green fibers.

If it didn’t work, she would be one dead explorer.

Vaquel’s sex clenched. The danger was incredibly arousing. A hundred days alone in space had driven her to this. She had been bored. She has been so bored that even masturbation had lost its appeal. It demanded drastic measures.

The vibrator increased in force and Vaquel bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her sex was drenched in desire. The fibers were squeezing her tits painfully hard and it added to her desire. Some of the coils were wrapped tight against her sex. One particular fiber was wonderfully tight across her clitoris. When the fibers tightened, it pulled deliciously against her sensitive nub of flesh.

Vaquel didn’t have a clock. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed while she was bound on the floor. There was no telling of she was close to being saved or far from it.

That just left enjoying the moment. Vaquel willed her body to be as still as possible while the relentless micro-probe cycled into stronger vibrations. No matter how much she was quivering on the outside, she couldn’t afford to let her body respond on the outside.

It was terribly erotic. She wanted to moan. She wanted to squirm on the floor of the ship. She wanted hump something even if it was just the air. Instead, she had to be perfectly still as the micro-probe ravished her body.

Vaquel felt her orgasm building. She had to stifle it. The fibers were too tight. She couldn’t survive any more agitation. The explorer had to reach deep down inside herself and somehow stop this orgasm.

It was useless. Vaquel clamped her mouth shut as her body gave in. The bliss of the orgasm rippled through her body faster than the Strangler Gun had bound her. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop the shaking that spread through her body.

The fibers reacted. Tighter and tighter they pulled. Vaquel’s large breasts were crushed under the unforgiving fibers. Coils dug deeper into her round ass. Hundreds of little strands squeezed her legs, arms and torso. Cruel fibers tightened around her throat.

Vaquel climaxed again. The squeezing pulled her body tighter around the vibrator. The thin fibers dug into her flesh with the cruelty of a swinging crop.

Vaquel climaxed a third time within seconds. This time, a cry of pleasure forced its way out of her lips. The fibers squeezed even tighter, as if personally angry at her inability to control herself.

Stars exploded in front of Vaquel’s eyes. She couldn’t breathe. This had been a mistake. This was too dangerous. She was helpless.

The micro-probe’s vibrations grew stronger. Vaquel shook from head to toe. She surrendered to the pleasure and came again.

The world grew darker.

The world also grew wetter. A splash of fluid hit Vaquel’s body from above. She jumped from the shock of the cold liquid and was surprised to feel her arms come free. The vice around her throat relented and Vaquel sucked in as much air as she could.

The solvent had been released. She was free again.

Vaquel laughed. She had survived. She removed the micro-probe and turned it off. Her hands were decorated with imprints from the Strangler cords. She looked at the rest of her body. There were lines everywhere.

She smiled. It might be a day or two before the lines faded. That would be a day or two to remember how close to death and how immersed in pleasure she had been. That would be a day or two before she tried to the Strangler Gun again. Maybe this time she would use a micro-probe in her ass as well. Or maybe she would set the timer for the solvent for a little longer.

Vaquel laughed. Fuck waiting a day or two. She was going to set it up now.

Fiction: Orgy of One

Explorer’s Log: I am on day twenty of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. All astronomy surveys have been finished. All maintenance checks have been completed. All systems are running optimally. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Fuck, I am lonely.

Vaquel Di laid on her bunk in the Relaxation Pod. The brown explorer was naked. She grabbed one of her heavy breasts and squeezed. Her other hand toyed with her clitoris.

On the ceiling of the Relaxation Pod were nineteen different projections of Vaquel’ masturbating. A small projector that Vaquel rigged from ship’s communications sat off to the side. A tiny micro-camera was imbedded in the ceiling of the Relaxation Pod in order to record her face and chest.

Vaquel watched as one of her faces closed her eyes in bliss. Another face bit her bottom lip as she felt something terribly pleasurable. A third face stared back at Vaquel with eyes glazy from lust.

The explorer stroked a little faster. She slapped her breast hard, knowing it would be recorded for her pleasure later. Today she was going for a rough performance. She slapped both of her breasts. She cried out from the pain as her hand punished her full breasts.

One of Vaquel’s faces tossed her head and forth. Her short pink hair whipped from side to side. That was Day Seven, when Vaquel had over clocked her vibrator to incredible and unsafe speeds.

Below that face was a gagged face. That was Day Twelve. Vaquel had used omni-tape to seal her mouth. No sounds came from that face but Vaquel see the desire in her eyes.

A tremor ran through Vaquel. She closed her eyes and slipped her fingers into her cunt. She cried out, knowing full well the camera would capture every second of her open mouth.

She opened her eyes and the faces looked back at her. Nineteen Vaquels moaned and squirmed.

One Vaquel shook with the force of her masturbating. Her breasts bounced and her hair flew around her face. That was Day Two when Vaquel improvised a thrusting arm to hold her dildo. It was a bit painful but the expressions on her face were amazing.

Above her, another Vaquel sucked a dildo. Vaquel watched as her own cheeks caved in around the phallus. Her lipstick was smeared all over the phallus and Vaquel’s mouth watered at the sight of it.

Vaquel returned to today’s performance. She sank painted fingernails into her breast. She squeezed as hard as she could; wincing as the sharp nails dug into her sensitive flesh. The pain transformed her face. The camera watched as she was caught between pain and pleasure.

There was more to come. Vaquel pulled at both of her tits. She stretched tender flesh harder than they were every meant to be pulled. Her hands shook with the force of the pulling but she took it. Vaquel’s mouth cried out in ecstatic pain.

She released her breasts and her hands moved down to her sex. The camera didn’t see her stroking but it did see her face. It saw how pleasure wiped away the pain. It recorded the trembling of her lips. It witnessed the falling of grateful tears.

One hand kept stroking while another hand returned to her sore breasts. This time the fingers went for a dark nipple. The painted nails pinched tighter than any clamp. Vaquel’s moans turned into a scream.

Vaquel kept stroking. She also pinched her nipple harder. A moan of joy turned into a whimper of pain and back into a groan of pleasure. One hand stroked faster while the other hand twisted harder.

 Above her, a Vaquel cried out as she climaxed. Beside her, another Vaquel begged as she came closer to release. Below both of them, another Vaquel bit her pillow while she came.

Vaquel stroked faster. With nineteen faces moaning, gasping and shaking, it was easy to forget how alone she was out here in space. With nineteen lips crying out, it was easy to feel immersed in people. With nineteen pairs of eyes, it was easy to believe she was sharing her sex with others.

Vaquel climaxed. The camera caught every moment of her face. It captured the cruel twisting of her nipple. It recorded the beauty of her orgasm

Tomorrow, twenty faces will look down at her as Vaquel pleasured herself.

Fiction: Toys of the Gods

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the third planet in the star system designated “Ecstasy of the Queen’s Kiss” by Royal Astronomers. Initial scans reveal quite a few anomalies. One continent shows signs of advanced civilization buried under the debris of a massive war. Another continent is made of nothing but sandy rock quarries filled with non functional robots. The third continent is littered with volcanoes and lakes. I can only conclude that the planet has been heavily terraformed by an unknown species. I will be landing on the third continent to see if I can discover more. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I am disappointed that this appears to be a dead world. I have a long stretch of space ahead of me before I encounter another star system and I was hoping to get seriously fucked. Maybe I can find some penile shaped rocks for the trip.

Vaquel Di stood at the side of the river. Her skintight green spacesuit clung to every curve and swell of her brown body. A glassteel bubble helmet encased her face that was framed in short pink hair. A look of annoyance was on her face.

“I have never seen a river that turned at a right angle before,” she said out loud.

The whole area around her was like this. Ridges were ten feet higher than the ground below it. A stretch of desert ran along the side of thick grassy plains. Every tree was the same height. The ground itself was so flat that Vaquel suspected that it was perfectly level.

The place was obviously fabricated and fabrication meant owners. That was a problem for Vaquel. She was supposed to be looking for worlds for the Queen to either claim or conquer from weak enemies. This planet had no obvious owners so it was difficult to recommend for conquest. The last thing any Deep Space Explorer wants to do is recommend a planet that was guarded by powerful forces.

Worse, there was not a single thing that Vaquel had discovered that could double as a sex toy. The planet was absurd AND lacking in dildoes.

“This planet sucks!” she yelled out loud.

Two clouds appeared suddenly in front of her. One cloud of gas was blue, while the other cloud was yellow. Vaquel drew her plasma pistol from her holster in an instant.

The Blue Cloud spoke with a voice like thunder. “Greetings, sentient life form! Tell us the truth, would you like lead a small group of famous people drawn from your species’ history in a battle to the death against another group of famous figures?”

“Or perhaps you would prefer a different fight,” the Yellow Cloud thundered. “Maybe you would like a one on one test of brawn, skill and resources with a different sentient life form to be announced?

“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Vaquel said. “And who are you?”

The Clouds sighed. Vaquel’s pistol disintegrated in her hand. Vaquel’s hands went to her utility belt but it was gone as well. She was unarmed.

“I so hate when they ask questions,” the Blue Cloud said. “They never just pick one. They always have to ask stupid questions like, where did all these savage animals come from? How did you create all the weapons of my people? And that really annoying question, why do you derive enjoyment from my suffering?”

“Forgive them,” the Yellow Cloud said. “Sentient physical lifeforms are quite stupid and unable to comprehend the vast powers at our command. They couldn’t begin to understand the boredom that near omnipotence brings and how entertaining it is to watch inferior lifeforms compete and die for our amusement.”

“Wait, you kill other life forms for your enjoyment?” Vaquel said. She really hated the idea that her weapons were gone.

“Of course not,” the Blue Cloud said.

“The very idea is insulting!” the Yellow Cloud said.

“We set up situations where the life forms kill each other,” the Blue Cloud said.

“They are very inventive that way,” the Yellow Cloud said.

“And now it is your turn to entertain us,” the Blue Cloud said.

“Yes, and we are very competitive,” the Yellow Cloud said. “So we will get our first winner by you picking which game you prefer to fight your life in.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Vaquel said. “You created this world right? And you can make people and animals? Why don’t you just make your own people to fight each other?”

“Oh my singularity,” the Blue Cloud swore. “She’s talking about the Evolution game. I refuse to play that again. That took forever!”

“Quite right,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We played that game over on the continent with all the radiation and trash. They made that mess. We keep it around as a reminder of how annoying that game was.”

“It is much more fun to lure in space travelers and colonists,” the Blue Cloud said. “They fight us at first and then after we atomize a few, they quickly agree to our terms.”

“And what are your terms?” Vaquel asked.

“Simple,” the Yellow Cloud said. “One of us will chose a side. In the case of a single entity like you, one of us will bet on your surviving and the other will bet against you. If the sentient wins one of our games, they get to leave. If they fail, then they die.”

“Why do they have to die?” Vaquel asked.

“Dying is a great motivator to physical sentients,” the Blue Cloud said. “It really brings out the competitive nature.”

“Which brings us to you,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We have played a lot of games and we have it down to our favorites. Shall you fight one on one against another sentient or will you lead a small army of people drawn from your history against another group of historical figures?”

Vaquel thought about it. She had no doubt as their powers. The Deep Space Exploration program had recorded at least sixteen ‘Omnipotent’ class beings. They tended to be very fickle and very powerful. Of the sixteen encountered, only three explorers had survived their encounters intact. Usually surviving involved cunning, ingenuity and a shit gravity well of luck.

On the other hand, Vaquel was still horny as fuck and she didn’t plan to die without climaxing at least once.

“I understand that death is a great motivator but I think you have ruled out the other great motivation for sentient physical beings,” she said.

The clouds drifted closer. “Tell us more,” they both rumbled.

“Sex is the primary reason for more species’ existence,” Vaquel said. “Instead of a contest of combat or all out war, you could also do a contest of sex.”

“Ridiculous,” the Blue Cloud said.

“Preposterous!” the Yellow Cloud said.

Vaquel shrugged. “You might be right. Physical intimacy is very complicated, tricky and unpredictable. Not everyone understands it. I see now that maybe simple games of fighting might be easier for your minds to comprehend.”

The clouds rumbled. Lightning flashed between them. Vaquel expected to be vaporized at any moment.

“What kind of sexual game do you have in mind?” the Blue Cloud said.

“And how will we play it?” the Yellow Cloud said.

“Well, first you two will have to assume physical forms that are sexually compliant with mine,” Vaquel said.

The Blue Cloud changed in an instant. He became a blue man with a rather impressive blue cock. He was hairless but his impressive musculature made up for it.

The Yellow Cloud changed as well. A woman appeared with yellow skin and generous breasts. She too was hairless but her slender body was curved and buoyant in all the right places.

“This feels odd,” the Blue Man said. “I am inhaling air particles and exhaling them. How disturbing!”

“I agree!” the Yellow Woman said. “I do not approve of gravity. It feels heavy.”

“Explain the game to us!” the Blue Man said. “I want to get this over with before I decay with old age.”

“It’s simple,” Vaquel said. “The three of us will have sex. The strenuous activity will drain our endurance and yet the pleasure derived will sustain us. Whoever can not continue first, will lose.”

“This fleshy bit of me agrees with the game,” the Blue Man said as he pointed to his hard cock.

“My inner wetness also agrees!” the Yellow Woman said.

“Good,” Vaquel said. “Now we just need a soft comfortable surface to have sex on.”

A blue and yellow bed instantly appeared. It was almost as big as Vaquel’s entire space ship.

“Now since I have the most experience with sex, I should initiate it,” Vaquel said. She moved to the bed and pressed a button on her waist. The skintight spacesuit retracted into her boots and gloves and exposed her brown body. She took off her space helmet and set it on the bed. Vaquel laid back on the bed and spread her thighs. She ran a few fingers through the thick bush of her pink pubic hair.

“Blue, slide your fleshy bit here,” Vaquel said.

Blue Man was eager to learn. He walked awkwardly towards her as he tried to master bipedal motion. Once he made it to the bed however, some sort of instinct kicked in. He crawled between her brown thighs. Vaquel took his cock in hand and guided it to her sex.

“Protons and neutrons!” Blue Man cried. “This is very appealing!”

“Yes, it is,” Vaquel said. “Now move.”

She put her hands on his back and her thighs wrapped around his waist. Her feet pressed against his ass. Nature took over and his cock slid and out of her.

“This is very exhilarating!” Blue Man cried.

Yellow Woman climbed onto the bed. “I appear to be winning this game because my opponent is exhausting himself. Yet strangely I feel neglected and jealous.”

“We can fix that,” Vaquel said. “Climb over my face and lower your sex to my mouth.”

“That seems silly,” Yellow Woman said. She kneeled over Vaquel’s face and lowered herself. “I don’t see the point of this at all. Stars and Pulsars!”

Vaquel rapidly licked the Yellow Woman’s sex. It had been too long since she tasted a pussy and she was making up for lost time. Her tongue delved deep inside Yellow Woman’s hairless sex.

“This is exhilarating!” Yellow Woman said. She grinded against Vaquel’s face.

“I know!” Blue Man said as he humped faster.

Vaquel’s hands reached for Blue Man’s face. He grabbed an ear and tugged his head down to Yellow Woman’s breast. She pressed his face until she felt his jaw moving.

“Yes!” Yellow Woman said. “Your mouth is giving me more stimulation! Use your tongue organ! Lick my sensitive milk producing opening!”

Blue Man fucked Vaquel faster. She suspected that he was enjoying more stimulation as well.

Blue Man cried out. A hot flood of seed filled Vaquel’s sex. She moaned in frustration at how quickly he climaxed. Still, it was his first day as a physical being.

Yellow Woman clenched her thighs tighter around Vaquel’s head as she screamed her climax. Vaquel suffocated on pussy and juice for a brief moment before Yellow Woman’s thighs released her.

Vaquel breathed in as Yellow Woman slid off her face. Blue Man slowly pulled out of her on shaky knees.

“I enjoy this game,” Blue Man gasped.

“As do I,” Yellow Woman said. “I see where the exhaustion comes in and yet I do feel a little rejuvenated. My only concern is the game does seem lacking in variations.”

Vaquel laughed. “I got your variations right here.”

She slid a finger into Yellow Woman’s sex. The wet pussy easily took in two and then three of Vaquel’s fingers. Yellow Woman looked down and moaned at the sight of Vaquel’s brown fingers disappearing into her yellow sex.

“I want variation!” Blue Man said.

Vaquel leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. His cock was on the verge of going limp but it quickly regained an erection. Vaquel relaxed her throat and took all of his member into her mouth.

“I approve of this permutation of limbs and genitals!” Yellow Woman cried.

“I feel very favorable towards this insertion into the oral cavity!” Blue Man said.

Vaquel fingered and sucked. It was good to have her choice of sex for a change. Finger fucking a tight pussy was a singular pleasure but so was sucking a thick cock. She almost didn’t mind that her own sex was being neglected.

Almost. Vaquel opened her thighs. She reached out with her free hand and grabbed the first hand she could find. It belonged to Blue Man. That was fine. She guided his fingers to her sex. When he slipped inside her, she moaned with him still in his mouth.

“I appreciate how pleasant the temperature is in here,” Blue Man said. His fingers plunged deeper into Vaquel.

“I want to feel!” Yellow Woman said. Her delicate fingers joined Blue Man’s. The two of them should have been too much for Vaquel but she was just aroused and wet enough to take them. She bucked her hips as the two omnipotent beings learned how to finger fuck.

Yellow Woman climaxed. She cried out and pushed Vaquel’s hand away as she became too sensitive. Yellow Woman kept finger fucking Vaquel though and that was all that mattered.

Vaquel climaxed next. Brown thighs squeezed tight around the blue and yellow hands that stroked her. She choked on Blue Man’s cock as her pleasure forced a scream from her mouth.

“By all the laws of entropy,” Yellow Woman moaned. “This is exhausting.”

“I have plenty of energy left,” Blue Man said. It came out almost as a whine.

Vaquel smiled. “My jaw is sore but my tits are fine.” She rolled onto her back. “Mount me and slid your cock between my tits.”

“What strangeness is this?” Blue Man said. He climbed on top of her. “You don’t have a sexual organ in your breasts. How does this work?”

Vaquel squeezed her tits around his blue cock.

“Oh!” he cried out. “It works! It works!”

Blue Man began to thrust. His cock was slick from Vaquel’s spit and it slid easily between her brown tits. She wrapped her plump tits around his cock as he fucked her. Blue Man moaned like a man possessed.

“I have discovered new energy within myself!” Yellow Woman declared.

“Then lick my cunt like I ate yours,” Vaquel said.

Yellow Woman climbed between Vaquel’s thighs. She dived into Vaquel’s pink pubic hair with a nimble tongue and a willingness to learn. The vast celestial intellect was quick to learn how to lick and nibble but it still took her ten minutes to find Vaquel’s clitoris.

Vaquel helped her by pinning Yellow Woman’s head to her sex. Brown thighs squeezed tightly as just the right spot was licked again and again.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her orgasm exploded throughout her body.

“Cosmic rays!” Blue Man cried as his cock erupted. Thick strands of seed spurted between Vaquel’s breasts.

A stream of seed landed on Vaquel’s face. She took a lick. It was a little sweet but sadly, she did not gain any god like powers like she had hoped.

“I am completely drained,” Blue Man said. He fell onto the bed and stayed there.

“I still have some reserves but my jaw hurts,” Yellow Woman said.

“What?” Vaquel said. “We’re just starting. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”

“I demand to be shown the good stuff!” Yellow Woman cried.

“Okay,” Vaquel said. “First, Blue, you’re going to have to roll over onto your back.”

Blue Man did as he was told. His spent cock was going limp until Vaquel took him in hand. A few quick tugs and he was back to full height.

“Now Yellow, climb on top of Blue and slide him into your pussy.”

“Like this?” Yellow Woman said. She mounted Blue Man and lowered her sex. His girth opened her and they both moaned as they joined together.

“Just like that,” Vaquel said. “Now move your hips. No, not like that. Here, I’ll show you.”

Vaquel put her hands on Yellow Woman’s hips. She pushed and guided Yellow Woman through a sensuous rhythm. The omnipotent intellect learned quickly.

“What I do?” Blue Man groaned.

“Well, you can grab her ass. Or you can grab her tits,” Vaquel said. “Experiment and see what she likes.”

Blue Man did both. One hand went to Yellow Woman’s ass and the other to a breast. Yellow Woman moaned and humped faster. He tried rubbing her nipple and that seemed to make her go faster.

“This is the best game yet!” Blue Man cried.

“This is even better than that time we made those colonists fight each other on that rotating pit above the lava!” Yellow Woman cried.

The two beings kept fucking. The Yellow Woman rode the Blue Man. The Blue Man groped the Yellow Woman. The bed squeaked a lot.

After a time, the Yellow Woman said, “This body is starting to get tired.”

“Roll over, I feel rejuvenated,” Blue Man said.

They rolled together, never breaking their connection. The Blue Man was now on top. He continued the fucking as the Yellow Woman held onto him. Now it was her turn to grope him. She found many interesting parts to play with.

After some vigorous fucking, Yellow Woman climaxed.

A few thrusts later, Blue Man climaxed inside her.

They laid together and enjoyed the moment.

“Wait a moment,” Blue Man said. “Where did the sentient go?”

“Her ship is no longer on the planet either!” Yellow Woman said.

“We have been tricked!” Blue Man said.

“We have been cheated!” Yellow Woman said.

Blue Man throbbed inside her. Yellow Woman clenched around him.

“Maybe we don’t need a sentient to play a game,” Blue Man said.

Yellow Woman looked down at him. “Agreed. I want to change genders though. Your appendage is quite interesting.”

“I want to change genders too,” Blue Man said. “I like those fleshy parts on your chest and I want some.”

“Maybe we can improve on this design,” Yellow Woman said. “We can make a body that all the parts we like.”

“This will be an even better game!” Blue Hermaphrodite said.

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Fiction: Space Maids

Explorer’s Log: I am on day seven of my ten day voyage to the star system designated “Ecstasy of the Queen’s Kiss” by Royal Astronomers. I have finished compiling the geological data of the last system I visited and can now begin working on the solar wind map for this area. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Let me tell you how bored I get during travel between star systems. I am so bored, that I am actually happy to be mapping solar winds. That is how fucking bored I am.

Vaquel Di sat in the navigation chair as she worked on the solar map. The chair in the Deskwork Pod was far more comfortable and the work screen there was three times as big as the one in the Navigation Pod, but there was zero view. At least here in the Navigation Pod, Vaquel could look out the main screen and see the stars. It made her feel slightly less alone.

Only slightly though. The stars made for poor company. They didn’t appreciate that Vaquel was sitting in her chair topless. The stars couldn’t compliment her on her lovely full brown breasts. The stars couldn’t comment on the short pink hair that framed her face. The stars didn’t notice that she was wearing a green shiny thong that barely held in her thick bush of pink pubic hair. The stars couldn’t flirt.

But the stars could distract Vaquel. She would type in a few solar calculations and then look out the window as the numbers were plotted. The pinpoints of light would inspire her to wonder what was out there. Maybe handsome alien men with cocks as thick as her fist? Perhaps splendid pleasure worlds dedicated to serving the first alien to come by? Or maybe other horny space travelers like herself, eager to exchange information at the biological level?

“Beep!” the computer was done with plotting the math. It was time to punch in some more numbers.

Vaquel looked down and then quickly back up. She thought she saw something out the window.

There. Something purple was out there in space. A tiny little light, it could be anything from a distant star to a nearby bit of space refuse.

Wait, it moved. It was now on the left side of the screen. Vaquel frowned. The Probe Ship was travelling at FTL speeds. For something to move that quickly, they had to have superior technology.

Another light appeared. It was purple too. It was beside the first light.

Vaquel checked the scanners. They detected nothing.

She looked back up and jumped out of her seat. There were people ON the navigation window.

They were women. They were purple and glowing but they were undeniably women. Their pert breasts floated in the zero gravity of space. Smooth thighs tapered down bare legs. Dark purple hair floated around smiling feminine faces. Bright purple eyes that should be frozen shut in the cold vacuum of space looked down on her.

“I’m hallucinating,” Vaquel said. That was the only explanation. She sat back down n the chair. Despite the purple coloring of the women, their bodies were perfectly normal. There were like women out of a late night wet dream.

The purple woman on the right taped on the glass. The purple woman on the left motioned with her hand for Vaquel to come out. They wanted her to join them.

It was impossible. The deep space probe was still in FTL mode. If Vaquel stepped out there, she would be ripped apart by cosmic forces she barely understood in explorer class. Technically, these women should be torn apart but they weren’t. Vaquel didn’t understand that either.

The women smiled at Vaquel. The one on the left pointed at Vaquel’s breasts and then grabbed her own breast. Vaquel could tell by the motion of the alien’s hands that the alien admired how much bigger Vaquel was.

It made Vaquel feel warm inside.

The alien woman on the right pointed at Vaquel’s hair and sighed. She touched her own hair and Vaquel could see that the alien wished she had Vaquel’s hair.

It made Vaquel feel pretty.

The alien pressed themselves flat against the navigation window. Their pert breasts were crushed against the screen. Dark purple nipples rubbed back and forth.

Vaquel reached out. Her hand stopped at the glass but she placed her hand over one of their smashed breasts. The alien woman giggled soundlessly on the other side. The other purple woman pouted until Vaquel put up her hand to faux touch the other alien’s breast.

Vaquel had forgotten how good jealousy felt.

The alien women licked their lips and then turned to kiss each other. Vaquel watched as the two women took their time exploring each other’s mouths. They kissed for an eternity outside in space.

Vaquel debated slowing down. Maybe if she dropped out of FTL speeds, she could suit up and be outside with the women. Or better yet, maybe she could invite them in?

She dismissed the idea. This shouldn’t even be possible. The alien women should be comic dust splattered across her navigation window. Vaquel didn’t understand anything about them. If she stopped the ship, the women might disappear altogether.

The two alien women broke their kiss and looked down at Vaquel. Both of them sat up right, their purple asses pressed against the window. They spread their legs to reveal the intimate space of their sexes.

Vaquel looked closer. The alien women had sexes just like Vaquel’s, except for Vaquel’s pubic hair. They had tender lips and yes, one of them just spread herself open to show that the inside was similar as well.

Vaquel moaned. It had been a long time since she tasted a woman. She wanted to crawl between those purple thighs to lick, lick, lick and lick until her tongue went numb.

The alien woman on the left pointed at Vaquel and than at her sex. She wanted to see what Vaquel had.

Heat rose to Vaquel’s cheeks. She was blushing. She stood up out of her chair and hooked her fingers around the waistband of her green thong. She slid her thong down over her thick thighs. She kicked the thong off and ran her fingers through the thick bush of her pubic hair.

The alien women giggled. Their eyes grew wider and the smiled. The one on the left stuck out her tongue and licked the air. The other one blew Vaquel’s sex a kiss.

Vaquel shuddered from the attention.

The alien on the left reached for the sex of the one on the right. The other alien returned the favor. Both aliens stroked the sexes of the other.

Both aliens pointed at Vaquel’s sex. They begged Vaquel with their eyes.

Vaquel sat back down in the navigation chair. She spread her brown thighs and gave the purple women a good view. She used both hands to stroke her sex.

The purple women moaned silently on the other side of the window. They stroked each other faster. Their purple hands rubbed furiously at bare purple sexes.

Vaquel stroked herself faster too. She didn’t understand what they were but she didn’t care. They were beautiful. Vaquel couldn’t be with them but she could share this moment with them. It would have to be enough.

The purple women kissed each other. They stroked each other while their mouths merged. Vaquel watched as their kissing became more passionate. She moaned as their hands moved to grope breasts, asses and thighs.

One of the purple women moved her mouth down to the sex of the other. Vaquel cried out with anticipation as the woman licked at the purple sex. The woman being licked cried out as well but if she made any sound then Vaquel couldn’t hear it from this side of the glass. The woman being licked opened her eyes and looked at Vaquel. They smiled at each other.

Vaquel moaned. She hooked both of her legs over the arms of the chair to spread herself as wide as possible. One hand went to her clitoris while the other hand went deep into her sex. She fucked and stroked herself under the purple woman’s watchful eyes.

The purple women traded places. The one who was being licked was now between the other’s thighs. The woman being licked rolled over onto her side, trapping her lover’s face between her thighs. One purple breast was smashed against the navigation screen as she looked down at Vaquel. Her eyes were half closed with bliss but she kept watching the brown space explorer.

Vaquel stroked. The purple woman humped the face of the other woman. Vaquel looked into the purple eyes of the woman and she felt a shiver run down her body. The purple woman wanted her as badly as Vaquel wanted her. Vaquel stroked faster as the purple woman rode the face of her friend.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her climax was all consuming. Her ass lifted off the chair as her knees clenched the chair arms. She rubbed her clitoris in a blur as she rode out the spasm.

The purple woman climaxed too. Light spilled from her mouth as her fingers scratched against the navigation window. Her thighs were tight around the head of her lover as she laid her head against the window.

On shaky legs, Vaquel stood up. She kissed the window where the purple woman’s mouth was.

Vaquel felt a warm tingle on her lips.

The purple woman released the woman between her legs. The other woman pressed her mouth against the window. Vaquel kissed her as well.

Another tingle went through her lips.

The purple women waved at Vaquel. She waved back at them.

Giant wings of purple energy appeared on their back. The wings fluttered once, twice and then both women were gone. There were twin pinpoints of light off in the distance and then even that was gone.

Vaquel sat back in her chair. Space didn’t seem so empty anymore.

Fiction:With a Bang

Explorer’s Log.  I have arrived at the star system designated Queen’s Intimate Clench by Royal Astronomers.  The only planet here has a rich vibrant ecosystem dominated by a primitive species that speaks a barbaric version of Dotum.  They are called the Kowe. The Kowe are friendly, trusting, hard working and perfectly suited for conquest.

The planet is also in the path of an asteroid that will destroy all life on the planet.  Scans of the asteroid reveal that it contains thirteen valuable elements that could be mined.  After the collision, the Royal Navy will have plenty to extract.

Collision will occur in five days.  I will depart after today.  End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log.  I have made the decision to tell the Kowe about their fate.  The Kowe have treated me as an honored guest and they have cooked some of the best food I have ever eaten.  They have been asking me about the large green object in the sky and it is time I was honest with them.  That soup they make with the little fish is worth the truth alone.

Although the Kowe are peaceful, I will be carrying my plasma pistol.  They might go apocalypse mad and decide to kill the messenger.  I just hope they feed me first.
“Well, that went better than I expected,” Vaquel said.

All around Vaquel, the Kowe were fucking.  Two hundred furry creatures that barely came up to her leg were humping like happy madmen.  Females squealed as barbed cocks entered their leather cunts.  Males roared with happiness as cunts capable of grinding stones clenched at them.  Some of the Kowe were banging on skull drums that set the pace for the fucking.  It was one big happy orgy.

Vaquel shook her head.  Short pink hair bobbed above her dark face.  She stood in the middle of the orgy; her dark red spacesuit clinging to every glorious curve.  Slowly she relaxed the grip on her plasma pistol.  The Kowe had reacted to the news of imminent destruction remarkably well.

“I don’t get it, Tekciw,” she said.

Tekciw, lead hunter of the Kowe smiled.  His big round eyes reflected the campfires that surrounded them.  He stood proudly beside her. His only clothing was a necklace of teeth.

“You have told the Kowe that they will soon join their ancestors in the Great Stars.  You told them that they forest the live in will be consumed in an unimaginable fire that will transform the trees, the rivers and even the beasts we hunt into ash.  This means our home will come with us to the afterlife.”

The Kowe musicians rang a bell made from the rib cage of some monster.  The Kowe swapped sexual partners and resumed fucking.

“Would you care to join in the celebration?” Tekciw said.

Vaquel shuddered.  “No thank you.  I have seen your sexual organs and I have never seen so many hooks, spikes and razor sharp edges on a body part.  You guys could fuck a hole through solid rock.”

The short furry creature smiled and the bone that pierced his nose rose higher. “There are more than one way to pleasure a female, Vaquel.  Let me perform a ritual of our people on you.  I promise, it will be as soft as a freshly cut liver on your sex.”

Vaquel wasn’t disturbed by the liver reference.  The Kowe were obsessed with eating meat and she had come to understand their language.  She was also quite a bit aroused.  It wasn’t every day that she saw hundreds of creatures fucking with wild abandon.  She wanted in on it.

“Okay, but at the first sign of pain, I’m eating your arm,” she said.  She knew how to speak their language.

Teckiw licked his lips.

Vaquel pressed a button on her utility belt.  The lower half of her red spacesuit receded.  The shiny material pulled up her long dark legs, past her thick thighs and over the pink hair of her pubic bush. 

Teckiw gently pushed her down to sit on the throne the Kowe had made for her.  It was carved from bone and sinew.  He spread her brown thighs and grinned up at her.  When Vaquel smiled back at him, he dived his head down between her legs.

Vaquel cried out.  Rough lips kissed against her sensitive sex.  The raspy tongue of the Kowe hunter licked hard against her.  The pointed teeth of his mouth pressed threateningly against tender skin. 

It was exactly what Vaquel needed.  She had spent so many days with the Kowe; admiring their terribly ferocity and yet smitten with their almost toy like height and features.  The orgy had pushed her self control to the limit and now she was getting a savage pussy eating.  It was good to be a space explorer.

Tekciw burrowed deeper between her thighs.  She felt the bone piercing in his nose rub against her clitoris.  His rough tongue licked furiously at the juices that flowed from her pussy.  Tekciw snorted between her thighs in his thirst for her sex.

Vaquel threw her head back.  Tekciw’s tongue lapped hard at her sex.  Above, the green asteroid loomed large in the sky.  It was on a slow motion path that would annihilate the planet but for now it hung there like a second moon in the sky.  Vaquel could almost feel the glorious destruction radiating from the green traveler.

The Kowe musicians struck the gong and the Kowe swapped partners once again.  Tekciw made no motion to move away from Vaqeul’s thighs and she was grateful for that.  She was also pleasantly surprised to see some Kowe males buggering the furry bottoms of other males while some Kowe females licked furiously at the grinding cunts of other females.  The end of the world was bringing out the best in Kowe.

The drums of the Kowe musicians beat faster and Tekciw’s tongue licked faster as well.  Vaquel gripped the bone throne and squeezed her thighs tighter around Tekciw’s furry head.  His sharp teeth pressed against her most intimate flesh but he never bit down.  The rough texture of his tongue teased and scraped her sex.  The insatiable licking sent shivers up and down Vaquel’s body. 

A Kowe male screamed his pleasure.  His cry was answered with a Kowe female’s scream.  More cries followed as the Kowe climaxed all around Vaquel.  The forests echoed with the howls of pleasure. 

The gong rang and the Kowe moved.  They no longer paired off in couplings.  They reached for the nearest body.  They groped intimate parts while thrusting into another.  The large orgy shifted and included everyone.  Kowe experienced the joys and gropes of multiple bodies at a time.

Overhead, the green asteroid traveled thousands of miles in a second but it appeared to be standing still.

Vaquel looked down at the furry Kowe between her legs.  His mouth was licking but his hands were busy.  He stroking his deadly cock, his hand slick with the juices she had given him.  Tiny barbs sprouted along his cock as he roughly jerked himself.

“Come with me, Tekciw,” Vaquel moaned.  “I am going to come soon and I want you to come as well.”

Tekciw groaned and stroked faster.  His teeth bit a little harder.  His breathing went faster.  His tongue whipped inside her.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out.  She climaxed and shook on the bone chair.  Her screams of pleasure joined the chorus of Kowe cries.

Tekciw moaned and his cock erupted.  Thick alien seed splattered onto Vaquel’s leg. 

Above them, the green asteroid continued its journey to a different kind of climax.

Fiction: Unidentified Bruising Asshole

Explorer’s Log: I am currently in week two of my four week journey to the star system designated Queen’s Intimate Clench by Royal Astronomers.  There is a lot of interference coming from a nearby pulsar and scans are limited.  My inability to conduct stellar surveys has given me a lot more time on my hands.  Nothing to report here.  If something happens, I’ll let you know.  End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Where are these fucking bruises coming from?

Vaquel Di looked closer at the mirror.  Her brown body stared back at her.  She combed her fingers through her short pink hair.  She reached down and checked through her thick bush of pink pubic hair.  She lifted each of her heavy breasts and looked at her rib cage.  Finally, she turned around and examined her round ass.

She hissed.  There was a bruise on her right ass cheek.  It was as big as her hand.  The angry looking bruise appeared to be from a rough spanking. 

It had been weeks since she had been spanked.  Worse, the bruise hadn’t been there yesterday.  

Vaquel sighed.  That made for three mysterious bruises in the last three days.

The first bruise had been on her tit.  It looked a lot like a bite.  She just assumed it was a bruise she had missed when she fucked the fish alien two weeks ago.

The second bruise was on her inner left thigh.  It was small but tender as if it happened recently.  Vaquel couldn’t dismiss this one as easily.  As much as she fucked herself, Vaquel was familiar with every inch of her thighs.  That was when she knew something was happening.

The third bruise confirmed it.  Vaquel had spent the day being extra careful to not cause any sort of accidental bruises.  She had checked her biochemistry in the medical bay to make sure she didn’t have some sort of vitamin deficiency.  When she went to bed that night, she reduced the gravity of the ship to make for a gentler sleep.

It didn’t matter.  She still had a new bruise.  Something was happening when she slept.

Vaquel thought about reporting it back to Royal Navy Command.  She frowned at what they would make of it.  Deep Space Explorers frequently go insane.  If they became convinced that she was mentally unstable, then her future reports might not even get read.  The twenty year mission could be one long delay before being committed to a mental institute. 

“I am going to need answers before I report this,” she said. 

Vaquel spent the day planning.  The pulsar interference made scanning the nearby space impossible.  It didn’t stop her from recording the inside of the ship.

Before she went to sleep, Vaquel set up five separate recording devices.  She had the interior of the ship fully watched.  The next bruise she got, she would have video of it.

Vaquel went to sleep confident that she would have answers.

She woke up with a new bruise.  This time it was her right nipple.  There were teeth marks.  Her nipple was tender and sore.

Vaquel went to the camera pointed at her sleeping bay.  She activated the playback and watched.  Everything was normal until an hour after she started sleeping.  The video glitched and when it resumed, it was an hour before Vaquel woke up.

“Comet fuckers,” Vaquel swore.

She checked the second camera pointed at her sleeping bay.  It was the same.  The camera pointed at the main living quarters had malfunctioned as well.  The camera pointed at the airlock was glitched.  Even the camera in the navigation pod had malfunctioned.     

Vaquel felt a chill go down her naked body.  For the first time in a long time, she was very aware of how alone she was out here in unexplored space.  There was no backup.  There was no rescue possible.  Someone or something had invaded her ship, sabotaged her equipment and left bruises on her.  That same someone could just as easily kill her.

Vaquel spent the day in the medical bay.  The automated doctor was capable of performing surgery on her but it did less well with prescribing drugs for a hypothetical situation.  That was okay.  Vaquel was a smart woman. 

When she got frustrated with all the medical jargon she touched the bruise on her nipple.  The sensitive flesh flashed with pain.  Vaquel winced from the tenderness but it was exactly what she needed.  It was a reminder to keep studying.

That night, Vaquel took a double dose of a stimulants designed to help snipers maintain a seventy hour vigil on a target.  Vaquel planned to feign being asleep and then surprising her unknown assailant.  She kept a needle pistol under her pillow and a laser scalpel palmed in her hand.

She waited while the heart thumping stimulant raced through her body.

Vaquel awoke in the sleeping bay.  Her eyes popped open and she reached for the needle pistol.  It was still there but she didn’t feel any better.  Despite nearly risking a heart attack with the stimulants, she had still fallen asleep.

“Black hole sucking fuckers!” Vaquel swore.

She stumbled to the mirror.  There was no need to search for the bruise.  It was right there on her face.  A large hand print was on her left cheek.  Something with three fingers had slapped her.

Vaquel touched the bruise.  It hurt.  Whomever did this must have slapped the crap out of her. 

She planned to return the favor.  She thought about laying traps around the ship but the easy way that the intruder disabled the cameras was discouraging.  Setting the ship’s weapons to autofire was pointless due to the pulsar’s interference.  For a little while, Vaquel entertained the idea of applying a topical poison to her skin and poisoning her intruder but she gave that up when she realized that she had no idea what would be toxic to an alien life form. 

Vaquel went back to the medical bay.  Staying awake wasn’t the answer but maybe she could control how she slept.  She looked to see if she could induce a form of sleep that left her conscious. 

It only too her an hour to find a drug that would do what she wanted.  Sleep-Creep was designed by some fetishists three centuries ago.  Her medical bay synthesized it easily.

That night Vaquel went to bed.  The Sleep-Creep dissolved on her tongue.  A powerful lethargy came over her.  Her arms were too heavy to lift.  Eyelids dropped down to half open.  She watched her breasts slowly rise and fall as if she was in a deep sleep.

The probe ship shook as it made contact with something.  A blue light passed over the ship and systems shut down.  Vaquel tried to smile but her face wouldn’t respond.

The airlock opened.  A green alien stepped through.  He was long and spindly.  His head looked too big for the rest of his spindly body to support.  Blank black eyes peered out above a slender mouth.

The green intruder approached her sleeping bay.  The being carried no equipment and didn’t appear to be wearing clothes.  It reached for her breast with a three fingered hand that Vaquel recognized.  The hand matched the bruise on her face.

It grabbed her breast and squeezed.  Vaquel tried to wince but she was paralyzed.  The hand was much stronger than it appeared.  It crushed her breast like a vice.  No wonder she had so many bruises!

The alien toyed with her breast.  It sank spindly fingers into her soft flesh.  One finger rubbed her nipple and it grew hard in response.  The alien groped her breast with methodical attention.

Vaquel felt herself grow wet.  The bastard knew what it was doing.

The alien reached between her thighs.  A probing finger pushed past her pink pubic hair and into her brown pussy.  The finger entered her and slid deeply in. 

Vaquel’s mouth sighed.  Vaquel watched as he hips rose to meet the alien’s finger.  She experienced her body giving in to the alien’s manipulations.

The alien opened its mouth and lunged for Vaquel’s other breast.  Instinctively she tried to jerk back but her body refused to obey.  She watched in silent horror as the alien bit down on her nipple.

Sharp pain lanced through her breast.  He was ruthlessly biting her and there was nothing she could do.  Her back arched towards him on its own.  A moan escaped her lips.  Vaquel was furious but her body was in pleasure.

The alien finger fucked her faster.  The wet squishy sounds of his probing finger filled the sleeping bay.  Another finger rubbed against her clitoris, stimulating her with a rhythm completely divorced from the finger that was fucking her.  The third finger arced down between her buttocks and pushed firmly against her anus.  It was one hell of a talented hand.

Vaquel watched as the alien’s complexion changed.  The deep green skin was lightening to a dull gray.  The color change started on the alien’s head and was flushing down to his shoulders.

The alien released her nipple.  It kept finger fucking her but it raised its other hand.  Vaquel knew it was going to slap her but there was nothing she could it to dodge it.

SLAP! It slapped her across the face.  Her head snapped with the blow and her cheek burned from the contact. 

SLAP! It backhanded her and her face rolled in to the other direction.

SLAP! SLAP SLAP! SLAP! It slapped her head back and forth with a force that was unexpected for such a spindly body.

Through out it all, the other hand kept fucking her.  One finger slipped quickly in and out of her wet pussy.  Another finger pushed into her anus and then slowly pulled out.  The third finger rubbed her clitoris with surprising speed.  Vaquel wished she could see how exactly one hand could have such independently moving fingers but she was also content to just feel it all.

Vaquel’s body slowly betrayed her.  Her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet.  Every slap of her face made her clench tighter.  Every thrust into her anus was making her body shiver.  Every rub of her clitoris was curling her toes.  Every thrust into her pussy was bringing her closer to climax.  

She wanted to block the alien’s slapping hand.  She wanted to grab the alien’s head and twist his neck.  She wanted to lift her hips and fuck his fingers.  She wanted to do something, anything, but her body was helpless.  She could only watch as the alien slapped and fucked her.     

Vaquel climaxed.  Pleasure exploded within her body.  She cried out with a voice that wasn’t hers to control. 

Endorphins flooded her blood stream.  It interacted with subdermal implants that the automated doctor installed earlier.  The subdermal implants released an antidote to the Sleep-Creep her body was infused with. 

Vaquel cried out as she regained control of her body. 

The alien paused in mid slap.  His gray coloring reverted back to green.

Vaquel punched one of his over sized eyes.  The alien tried to pull back but Vaquel’s pussy was clenched tight around his finger.  He tugged but she wouldn’t let go.

She punched the alien again.  She punched him so hard that this time his finger popped out of her pussy.  As he fell backwards, Vaquel backhanded him with all of her might.

The alien’s head spun around so hard that the rest of his body spun with him.  The alien collapsed to the ground.

Vaquel climbed out of bed.  She tried to stand and fell to the ground.  The antidote hadn’t fully cycled through her body yet.

The alien emitted a terrified squeal and scrambled up to his feet.  He ran for the airlock.  He paused to look behind him.  Vaquel smiled at the handprint she had left on its face.

The alien ran through the airlock and it sealed behind him.  The ship shook as the alien’s ship unattached itself.

Vaquel was still smiling at the sight of the handprint on the alien’s face.  She had a feeling that the bruises were going to stop.

Fiction: Sea Relations

Explorer’s Log: After a boring five week journey, I have finally arrived at the star system designated Queen’s Enviable Fashion Sense by Royal Astronomers.  There are seventeen planets in this system but only one is not a lifeless rock.  The fourth planet is covered in water and shows no sign of intelligent life.  I will descend onto the planet and take a closer look.  End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Praise the Queen! After that long trip, a nice swim is just what the medbay ordered!  Initial scans show that the water is clean of any biohazards so I will skip the clunky spacesuit this time.  I can’t wait to take my first swim in months!

Vaquel Di floated in a sea of bliss.   The warm waters of the planet’s equator encompassed her body.  Colorful tropical fish passed by her and she lazily waved at them.  She should have been making scans for the planetary survey but fuck it.  She was enjoying herself.

Today she wore the most minimum of equipment.  She had on her glassteel bubble helmet so she could breathe, a utility belt in case she ran into trouble and her propulsion boots in case she didn’t feel like swimming.  That was it.  Her large brown tits floated in the water.  Her round ass was completely exposed spanked gently by the current.  Even her pink pubic hair was exposed because what was the point of swimming on an alien planet if you weren’t going to go naked? 

Vaquel enjoyed a lazy hour doing nothing.  After months of being bored in space, she was more than happy to be bored in an ocean.  At least there was more to see in an ocean.  The seaweed here grew in long strips that glowed with bioluminescence.  Every fish was brightly colored as if showing off for a parade.  Vaquel had quite a nice time floating naked and watching the sea life.

“I declare today to be a day off,” Vaquel said out loud.  The fish didn’t answer her.

“I don’t have to do a single survey.  I don’t have to do any maintenance on my ship.  I have been travelling for months and for what?  A lot of staring at nothing and the occasional fuck.  There has been no shopping, no parties and sure as fuck next to no flirting.  I am taking the day off and if the Queen doesn’t like it, she can come here and tell me herself.”

She waited a moment but the Queen of Euphoria did not manifest and smite her.  Vaquel took that as a sign that her vacation day had been made official.

“Just a lazy day floating in the water,” Vaquel said to herself.

The seaweed moved back and forth in the current.

Vaquel noticed something below her.  In the middle of the seaweed was a circular reef.  It had strange protrusions that stretched out at weird angles.  She had never seen a reef structure like that before.   

Vaquel swam down to take a closer look.   She had time to kill and something about the reef looked odd.  Technically, she wasn’t investigating something on a new planet because she was an explorer.  Vaquel decided that she was checking it out as part of her holiday.  She was just curious.

As she got closer, she realized that the seaweed wasn’t just around the reef, it looked like it had been planted in rows expanding out from the reef.  At first she thought the seaweed might be a part of the reef but it was too symmetrical.  This was more that just random sproutings.

“Is this agriculture?” she asked herself.  She had a bioscanner on her utility belt but she left it alone.  Doing a scan would have been vacation behavior.

A shape swam towards her from the east.  It was the largest creature that Vaquel had seen today.  It was man sized and better yet, man shaped.  It had a head, two arms and three legs though the legs might have been swimming tails.  It was a bright green with blue and yellow stripes.  The being had large purple eyes that blinked slowly at her.  As it got closer, Vaquel was disturbed to see the creature smile at her.  All of its many teeth were very sharp looking.

Vaquel’s hand drifted down to her gyropistol but the creature didn’t seem bothered.  It swam up to her and squealed at her.  The high pitch of its communication was barely in the range of Vaquel’s hearing.

“Greetings fish-thing,” she said.  She was starting to wish that she had worn a spacesuit after all.

The Fish-Man squealed at her again.  This time Vaquel felt the slight touch of deep sonics on her body.  Her breasts tingled as it took the brunt of the sonics. 

“That didn’t feel half bad,” she said.

The Fish-Man’s smile grew wider and Vaquel became more nervous.  He had an awful lot of teeth.  The Fish-Man reached out with one of his hands towards her breast.  He hummed something and she felt the sonics tickled across her floating tits.

Vaquel laughed and relaxed.  She let the Fish-Man touch her breasts.  If there is one thing she had learned while travelling across star systems; it is that aliens love tits. She could write a paper on the universal appeal of mammary glands. 
The Fish-Man’s hands had six fingers, all spaced equidistant around his hand.  He cupped her breast and Vaquel sighed as dozens of little suckers attached themselves to her breast.  He jiggled her breast and emitted a lower pitch squeal that did funny things to Vaquel’s thighs.

“May I?” she said as she reached for the Fish-Man’s chest?  The creature smiled wider so she touched his chest.  She was surprised at what she felt.  Instead of cold scales, it was warm flesh.  She also felt incredible muscle mass.  This creature had been swimming its entire life and had the physique to show for it.

The seaweed swayed gently with the current as they groped each other.  Neither of them were in a hurry and Vaquel enjoyed the moment.  It was a shame she couldn’t communicate with him but then again, maybe it was for the best.  It was her day off after all.  Talking could be so tiresome.  Today she just wanted to feel.

The Fish-Man squealed something and Vaquel felt a sonic tingle between her thighs.  The tingle started at the lips of her sex and then went deeper.  She moaned as the deep vibrations echoed through her cunt. 

He gestured down towards her pink pubic hair.  He looked to her for permission.  Vaquel answered him by guiding his hand to her sex.  His fingers slipped inside her sex with nimble ease.  The tiny suckers on his fingers latched on and pulled at her sensitive flesh.

“Comets and sunbursts!” Vaquel cried.  It was a startling and wonderful sensation.  As his fingers explored her, the little suckers nibbled and teased her from within.

The Fish-man smiled wider.  Vaquel tried to return the smile though she had a third less teeth than him.

She glanced down and noticed a new appendence emerging from below the Fish-Man’s waist.  It was long, slender and had a familiar looking bulb at the end.  This time her smile was more genuine because she recognized the appendage.  The fish-man had a cock!

Vaquel reached for his cock and squeezed.  It was just as muscular as the rest of him.  The Fish-Man hummed when she touched his cock.  Sonic vibrations rippled across her body. 

“You like that, don’t you?” Vaquel said. 

The Fish-Man hummed happily in response.

“You might like this more,” Vaquel said. 

She pulled his cock towards her cunt.  He removed his fingers and gripped her ass instead.  They pulled each other closer together as he slid into her. 
He was a little too big but Vaquel was a little too much of a slut to complain.  His cock pulsed inside her and Vaquel clenched around him.  The Fish-Man squealed something loud and indecipherable but Vaquel felt the squeal done to the deepest parts of her body.

Vaquel wrapped her long brown legs around his green waist.  He held her ass with both hands.  The multiple suckers on his fingers latched on to her plump butt with the tightness of an airlock.  Vaquel’s breasts were tightly pressed against the Fish-Man’s muscular chest.

The Fish-Man fucked her.  His three tails did a complicated dance of movement that let him slide in and out of her while they slowly turned in place.  Vaquel laughed with delight.  It was a lazy slow rhythm that matched her lazy slow mood.  He pumped her cunt as if he had all the time in the world.

Schools of colorful fish drifted by.  The Fish-man’s cock slid in and out of her.
The field of seaweed flowed in the current.  The Fish-Man’s fingers gripped her ass even tighter.

The sun’s beams speared the tropical waters with a storm of refracting light.  The Fish-man’s humming sonics were reaching parts of Vaquel that she didn’t know she had.

Vaquel was close.  The fucking was going deliciously slow but her orgasm was inevitable.  She unclenched her legs from around the Fish-Man’s waist and gently pulled herself off his wonderful cock.  Turning around, she presented her ass to the creature.  She wiggled her hips and opened her thighs.

The Fish-Man understood.  He reached around and grappled her floating tits.  His cock slid back into her cunt.  Vaquel leaned forward and the angle allowed his already impressive cock to reach further inside her. 

The fucking resumed but it was faster now.  The slow lazy pace was gone.  The Fish-Man’s tails churned the water as he fucked her.  They were still floating in place but the waters around her was a whirlpool of current.

Vaquel laughed and clenched down with her cunt.  She stretched her hands out to feel the water as it spun around her.  She moaned as the Fish-Man squeezed her breasts tighter.  She surrendered her body to sensations around her and within.

“Glory to the Queen!” she cried out.  Her orgasm was a wave crashing within her body.  She felt the boredom of a long space voyage be washed away and a new lust for life sweeping in.  She was embraced by the warmth of the ocean and her strange new lover.  Vaquel reborn in a new ocean of optimisim.

A shrieking squeal assaulted her ears.  The glassteel bubble helmet vibrated and she feared that it would crack.  The thrusting stopped suddenly and the Fish-Man released her.  Vaquel floated for a moment before her post-orgasmic limbs would obey her commands.  She turned and looked to see what was happening.

A red shape was swimming rapidly towards Vaquel and the Fish-Man.  It was being propelled by the same weird three tails that the Fish-man had.  The creature had breasts although not as big as Vaquel’s.  Her face was hard to see at this distance but even from this far away, Vaquel could see the many, many, many teeth that were being bared at her.

The shrieking squeal hit Vaquel again.  It vibrated her from head to toe.  It did not feel friendly at all.

The Fish-Man squealed a long and sad call.  Vaquel smiled.

“I guess this means you are married,” Vaquel said. 

The Fish-Man swam towards the Fish-Woman.  The female easily dodged her unfaithful lover and headed towards Vaquel.

Vaquel sighed and activated her propulsion boots.  Powerful motors activated and sent Vaquel flying through the water back to her ship.  The stress of going full speed in the water was doing awful things to her breasts but Vaquel endured.  She had a feeling that the Fish-Women’s teeth would be far worse.

The Deep Probe Ship floated in the water.  Vaquel slowed down and activated the airlock.  She pulled herself out of the water and into the ship.  It felt strange to be out of the water after spending so much time there.  She should have resented the Fish-woman for chasing her out of the water but Vaquel couldn’t bring herself to hate her.  The Fish-Woman was protecting the cock that belonged to her and after experiencing that cock for herself, Vaquel agreed that it was a cock worth protecting.

“No, you can have that one,” Vaquel said out loud.  She would just move the ship elsewhere and swim far away from the jealous Fish-Woman.

Besides, there might be plenty more Fish-Men in the sea.

Fiction: Extended Log Entry

Explorer’s Log: I am in week three of my five week voyage to the star system designated Queen’s Enviable Fashion Sense by Royal Astronomers.  Not a fucking thing has happened for a fucking long time and I am about out of my fucking mind.

I know I am supposed to send back reports on a regular basis but do you know how hard it is to do that when I never get a message back?  I know the Bwog Transmitter only works one way and I know that it might take months for my logs to reach Royal Navy Headquarters depending on the amount of deep space particle interference but I am so fucking bored from sending back these messages about how fucking bored I am.

Who listens to these things anyway?  I know the Royal Navy processes all the information I send back so they can send Warships out to conquer the words I find, but who actually does the listening?  Is it by artificial intelligence?  Is some Navy analyst sitting in his cubicle listening for my latest report on the dirt I find on some barren planet?  Fuck, you must be more bored than I am.

How about we do something to make this damn log more interesting?  I’m here in the Relaxation Bunk and I am completely naked.  I have got a wooden dildo in my hand that I cut from some really hostile plant organism.  I am going to fuck myself silly with it and you are going to listen. 

Now I am wondering about you.  Are you sitting in a cubicle with a bunch of other Royal Navy technicians?  Or maybe you get your own office?  Are you a man, or a woman?  I would really love to know.

Not that it matters.  Either one is fine with me.  Deep space exploration has a funny way of blurring sexual preferences.  Man or woman, I would fuck the shit out of you right now.

So let’s play a little game, listener.  I want you to drop your pants.  I want you to stroke your cunt or jack your cock.  Fuck yourself along with me.  I will never be able to hear you but I can imagine it.   

I guess I should describe myself.  I have brown skin.  It is a rich sort of brown except for my nipples which are black as night.  My hair is pink and I keep it short with some really cute bangs.  My pubic hair is pink too and I let it grow into a healthy bush just like our beloved Queen’s.

You should know I have got really good breasts.  They are plump and just a little too big for my body.  They are also all natural.  There are no genetic enhancements or flesh surgery here!  I have to tell you, the aliens out here love these tits.  I wish you could see them.  If you were here, I would let you smother your face between them.

I’m letting you know how my breasts look because I am grabbing one right now.  My fingers are sinking into my tit and I am squeezing it like all the aliens do.  I like it when they play rough with my tits.  It makes me come so much faster.

I need to get my dildo wet.  It is a thick long piece of botanical matter.  I could use lubricant but why do that when I have a mouth?  I am going to slide it into my mouth and suck on it.  I am going to pretend that it is your cock.  And if you are a woman, let’s pretend I am sucking your dildo; wet with your pussy juices.

(Wet slurping sounds)

There we go.  Now it is nice and damp.  I am opening my brown thighs now.  My thighs are very strong.  I spend so much time in the Exercise Pod.  Not only do I have fit thighs, but I can open them so very, very, very wide.

The dildo is right at my cunt lips.  Are you stroking?  Good.  Now listen as I penetrate myself.

Fuuuck.  Oh that is good.  The dildo is just a little too big but I can take it.  I’ll take it and more.  I am such a slut after all these months in space.

Let’s stroke together, shall we?  I am plunging it into me.  I got one hand on my tit and I am pretending it is your hand.  My other hand is sliding the dildo in and out of my body.  I am going slow because it is so big that I need to adjust to it. 

Stroke slowly with me.  Come on.  Let’s time it together.  Listen closely and you can hear the wet sound of it going in and out of my cunt.

Listen.

Imagine that is your cock and listen.

Imagine it is your dildo that I am using fresh from your cunt and listen.

Fuck that feels good.  Let’s go a little faster now.  My hips are fucking the dildo now.  My heels are digging into the bed and I am rolling my hips in ways that you can not imagine. 

Oh yes, this is so much better than the usual boring explorer logs.  I should have done this weeks ago.

I let go of my tit so I can use both hands on the dildo.  My cunt is ready to go a little faster now.

How about you?  Ready to use both hands?  Ready to pump that cock or stroke that cunt?  Just make sure you don’t climax until I do.  It might seem unfair, but I am the one out here in deep space risking my life for the glory of Queen Erishella.  Wait to climax with me.  Do it for me.

Here we go.  Fuck.  I am ramming it into me now.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh this dildo is still too big but I will take it.  I will take it for you.  Just make sure you keep jacking that cock.  Make sure you are fucking that cunt.  Fuck yourself with me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh shit this dildo is big.

Shit

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK!    

I am about to climax so get ready.  I knew it wouldn’t be long.  I hope you can hear how wet I am.  I hope you can hear this alien plant dildo fucking my cunt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Glory to the Queen!

(Inarticulate moans)

Oh shit that was good.  Give me a moment.

Fuck that really took it out of me.  Usually I can come multiple times but knowing you are listening really made it special.  I wish you were here right now.  I would so eat your cunt or suck your cock.  Fuck that was nice.

I’m going to take a nap.  Maybe I will do this again real soon.  I bet you can’t wait.

End Explorer’s Log.