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“Squishies?” Sarah asked, looking up at Hailee – who had been the one to describe the pods, the crew, and the procedure in those terms.
“Yupparinos!” Hailee said. “You are squishy. Fleshy bags of mostly water! Perambulating fuckslabs made to die. Procreative mammalian slut-hos whose primary function is to get railed by an advanced artificial intelligence for my amusement. Wibbly wobbly sacks of-”
“These pods don’t have tentacles in them do they?” Sarah asked, cutting Hailee off.
“...well...when you say tentacles ,” Hailee said. “I mean, one man’s sex tentacle, loaded with erogenous sensors, is another man’s oral life support tube!”
Sarah frowned. “Did Tasha know about this?”
“Are you implying that I may have not told Tasha, my mechanic and technician, that she was installing fuck-sensors into the life support of her acceleration pod?” Hailee asked, sounding shocked. Horrified, even. “That I, Hailee, have even now cocooned Tasha within a comforting grasp of ceramics and synthetic metals, my tentacles pounding her every hole with such wild abandon that even now, her fragile mortal mind hangs on the precipice between sanity and madness, a knife’s edge of godlike pleasure and endless bliss? Is that what you’re implying?”
Sarah, her face having darkened to almost black, nodded mutely.
“No, but I really wish I had thought of that before now,” Hailee said, then sighed as the acceleration pod opened for Sarah. “C'est est la vie dans la Zone!”
Sarah didn’t even ask. She settled into the acceleration couch. She half expected tentacles. Instead, the pod closed -
Bink
-and she was rolling across the surface of Wolf-359 C, tumbling diagonally across cryogenic puddles of liquid helium with such force that every contact set up plumes of sublimated helium gas, which set her spinning even faster and harder. She saw the obsidian black cliff of solid stone coming right at her with just enough time to think: Ah! The plan worked! Gr-
She slammed into the stone like a piton fired from a nailgun.
***
Several hundred thousand kilometers away, in the time it took for Aiden to think to himself ‘I hope this plan works’, Aiden moved several hundred thousand more kilometers away from Sarah. The fusion boosters and the antimatter enriched hydrogen of the main rocket on the Excalibur had flung them to ludicrous speeds, whipped them past Wolf-359 C, and during the nanosecond in which the Excalibur was within the minuscule range of the NovaDyne constructed ‘scram pack’ that Kellen Grant had used during his battles with Sarah, Sarah had performed a micro-plane shift from the Excalibur to the surface of Wolf-359 C.
The only problem was that while HPS Drives were capable of negating immense amounts of relative velocity – since no one wants their ship plunging into a solar system at ninety percent the speed of light – it was not quite up to completely negating Sarah’s velocity.
This was because, at the end of the day, NovaDyne was, primarily, a shoe company.
***
Sarah groaned as she opened her eyes. Her head throbbed. Her body ached. But delight blazed through her. She had made it. She lifted her head, her vision blurring, then becoming more and more resolved as she saw that she was…
In…
A cell.
And Sexy Napoleon was standing right before her, dressed in her aristocratic outfit, her smirk broad as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Very clever, Commander Kappel,” Sexy said, her voice as husky and playful as it had been over the com. “But it takes more than a nearlight flyby and short ranged FTL jump to get the drop on Sexy Napoleon.” She smirked. “My seismic sensors detected you almost...immediately...” She paused, her cheeks flushing – it was very obvious, due to her pale skin. Her tongue darted along her lips. “Um...” She stepped closer. “So, uh...I have...captured...you and you’re in...nothing can break those chains. T-They’re...solid...”
She reached up with one gloved hand, sliding her dainty fingers along the curved links of depleted uranium that chained Sarah’s arms above her head, her legs lashed together beneath her with solid bands of metal and whirring force emitters.
Sexy murmured, softly. “Hey...” she leaned in close, while Sarah grinned, slowly. Her eyes glittered as her head spines flared outwards and ducked her head forward.
“Unlock me,” she crooned. “And I can make what you’re feeling now feel like nothing .”
“Mmm...” Sexy’s eyes half closed. “Y-You’re drugging me.”
“Um. Yeah?” Sarah snickered. “Pheromones. Lots of them. Like, I mean, look at me, did you really think it was a great idea to take me inside your base headquarters, chain me up in the sexy bondage pose, then strut around without life support units?”
“I wannnnted to be dramatic!” Sexy Napoleon whined, leaning forward, her mouth stopping short of one of Sarah’s nipples. By now, she was panting so heavily that her shoulders rose and fell. “Cheating. Bitch!”
“But I thought bitches love cannons,” Sarah crooned. “That is your catchphrase, right?”
Sexy Napoleon started to make another whining noise – until she heard the faint, slick, slurping noise that came between Sarah’s legs. Sarah’s thighs were closed tight together, but the cock that emerged from her cunny found its escape within a few seconds – it sprang free with a hot slapping sound: Green-black and glistening as if it had just finished a good long fuck. The base and bottom was ridged and the heavy glans dripped with thick pre-cum. Sexy Napoleon’s tongue slid along her lips again, her fangs fully extending as she reached up to start toying with the buttons of her aristocratic coat.
“Sooo, why don’t you let me gooo...” Sarah crooned.
“Uh, computer, unlock,” Sexy Napoleon said, her voice distracted, her ruby red eyes focused on the thick girlcock before her.
“As a beta level intelligence,” a male voice came over the PA. “I am obliged to inform you that you are currently being influenced by alien pheromones. However, as a hobbled intelligence, I am obliged to follow all of your orders immediately, promptly, and without delay, argument, or dissension.”
The chains retracted from around Sarah’s wrists. The bracers around her legs popped open – nearly slapping her dick with their movement. Sarah grinned and reached down, cradling her cock. And now, she thought. I sock Sexy in the jaw, take over the base from the inside, and get the codes. Awesome, quick witted thinking, Sarah!
Sexy slowly knelt down, her aristocratic jacket slithering off her shoulders to puddle on the floor behind her. Underneath, her ruffled shirt clung to her impressively large breasts, her nipples achingly hard against the thin fabric. She leaned forward, her red eyes looking eagerly up into Sarah’s eyes.
Knock her out...now! Sarah thought.
“Let me just adjust my skin,” Sarah crooned, focusing and dialing back the neurotoxin she was secreting. “Therrrre we go.”
...now! Sarha thought to herself as she cupped the back of Sexy Napoleon’s head, pushing her hips forward and smearing her cock’s tip against the other woman’s lips. ...f-fuck.
Sexy Napoleon used one hand to prop up Sarah’s girlcock. Her other hand took hold of the collar of her frilly shirt and tugged forward. Buttons went popping and flying off, skittering along the ground as her finger caught, dragged, caught, dragged – and with each pause, her shirt opened a teeny bit more, until it hit a critical mass and her breasts bounced free with an almost audible jiggling noise. They were so big and squishy and had just the right amount of artful sagginess to look real while still retaining enough inhuman perkiness to be just...Sarah was almost drooling, even as moans crawled up her throat as Sexy pushed her plush, plump dick sucking lips inch by inch down Sarah’s girlcock. Sarah clenched the other woman’s hair, her own head ducking forward as she felt her whole body quivering with pleasure.
Sexy began to bob her head, making soft gurgling and glugging noises as the cock that plunged into her mouth bumped against the back of her throat. The thing that drove Sarah absolutely wild was
the gentle pressure of her fangs, rubbing against either side of her green dick. The slight danger of it, the warmth of her lips, the eager sucking, the worshipful look in her eyes, all of it was primed to reach deep into Sarah’s brain, find her horny trigger, and hold down until her body was entirely on fire. She reached up, cupping one of her other nipples, her claws teasing her tough little nub, tweaking and tugging on it, edging herself between pleasure and pain. The hand that was still gripping the back of Sexy’s hair shifted back to cradle the blond’s hair and provide pressure – so she could begin to fuck her throat.
Sexy reacted as if she had been born and engineered for this moment. Her eyes closed, her jaw opened fractionally wider, and she let her throat get fucked with pleasure, moaning and groaning and letting out muffled noises that might have been words in another time and place – but now were just thougtless joy at her throat fucking. Sarah almost wished she had balls to slap the girl’s chin with. Instead, her cunny – which was still beneath her cock – dripped her arousal down her thighs and the back of her calves, dripping onto the floor between her legs.
Sexy’s jaw gleamed with her own drool. One of her eyes were closed. The other opened a crack – looking up past her blond bangs into Sarah’s eyes, looking totally and completely at peace.
Sarah’s hand clenched – on herself and on Sexy – and she threw her head back, her head spines drawing taut against her head as she moaned. “Fucking yes ! Yes! Yes, take my cum, take it! Take it!” She groaned as she felt the cum pulsing through her body, splashing the back of Sexy’s throat, gushing down into her belly as Sexy bobbed her throat, drinking more and more and more. She wasn’t quite able to keep up – some cum escaped past her lips, dripped down her chin, and smeared along her plush breasts – glittering in the cell’s harsh lights. Sarah thrust one last time as she felt a final surge of pleasure bust through her.
Sexy drank.
Slid back.
Coughed cutely.
Then gasped out: “Round two?”
“Round two?” Sarah asked.
“Uhh...s-since this is...sex by...combat and...” Sexy said, her voice slurring slightly. “Winner takes all. Best two out of three.”
“H-How do we determine winner?” Sarah asked, her brow furrowing.
“Uhh...” Sexy trailed off. Her eyes were locked onto the cock before her, her tongue sliding along her lips as she thought. Her nose flared, bringing in more of Sarah’s pheremones. “Um...just fuck me five or six times, okay? Then you win.” She nodded.
“Five or six? I thought it was-” Sarah squeaked as Sexy surged upwards. She had been leaning back, her thighs pressed to her ankles. Now she was as high up as a girl could be while still being on her knees. Her blond hair almost brushed against the bottom of Sarah’s breasts, her mouth pressed against Sarah’s abdominal muscles, and her huge tits closed around Sarah’s dick like a pair of suffocating, slick, hot pillows. Sarah’s cock had already been hard. Now, it was harder than the armored chassis of some of her main-line battle tanks. Sarah opened her mouth to mention all the things the tiny, guilty part of her brain had been thinking. Things like: Uh, I can turn off the pheromones if you like. And: Sorry about the pheromones! And: Security codes. I’m here for the security codes.
Then Sexy ducked her head forward, closing her mouth around the tip of Sarah’s cock as she rocked herself up and down, up and down, up and down, her breasts squeezing taut around the cock she had trapped and Sarah lost all capacity for rational thought. There was just the lewd feeling of breasts around her cock, the warmth of Sexy’s lips, the swirling motion of her tongue, the greedy, mewling noises that escaped Sexy’s lips as she bobbed her head to get more and more of the cock into her mouth while not allowing Sarah to escape the muffling of her breasts. Sarah found her second climax rushing through her before she knew it, and the view was quite spectacular. Sexy moaned and sucked down blast after blast of thick, white cum before drawing her mouth backwards, panting heavily, as another jet of thick spunk splashed against her forehead, then another spurted along her jaw.
Then Sarah took charge. She pushed Sexy onto her back, the floor clanging slightly, as Sexy panted and spread her thighs, wantonly, beneath her. Sarah’s claws flashed and Sarah’s leggings came away in tatters. Her sex was hot and hairless, drippingly eager. Sarah slid her finger along her pussy, her voice hungry as she crooned. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked properly , Sexy?” She grinned as Sexy whispered.
“D-Does cumming while sitting on an artillery piece while it’s firing downrange count?”
Sarah blinked at her.
“If so, literally two hours ago,” Sexy mumbled, her eyes closed. “But cocks are better, please cock me. Cock and load. Cock me up. Just...fucking...I can’t even talk anymore. I’m babbling. Is babbling hot? God, I hope it is, please, just...fucking fuck me already, why are you taking so fucking long?”
“It’s been five seconds!” Sarah said, shifting into position, one of Sexy’s legs hooking over her shoulder, the other pinned down by her free hand. Her cock ground against Sexy’s cunt and Sexy mewled, her back arching as she closed her eyes. A thin gush of girlspunk splashed along Sarah’s cock, soaking her even more. Sarah blinked. “Did...did you just cum?”
Sexy trembled, her breath coming in shallow, almost hyperventilating pants.
Sarah leaned forward and kissed the other woman – plunging into her at the same moment. The curvaceous, vampiric, blond haired bombshell of a Commander screamed into her mouth, the sound muffled but not entirely absent. Sarah broke the kiss, her tongue remaining within Sexy’s mouth for a few seconds longer, demonstrating her length as she grinned wickedly down the other girl, her hips beginning to jackhammer into her. Her thighs slapped against Sexy’s and Sexy responded with another quaking, squirting orgasm, her juices splashing against Sarah’s belly muscles.
“Fuck you’re on a...hair trigger!” Sarah groaned, her eyes half closed. “I gotta be careful. Don’t wanna...go off...half cocked.” She gritted her teeth, then gasped. “How do you like this artillery, Sexy?”
Sexy nodded, gasping. “Yes! Yes, keep up the dirty talk, I love it.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. She had been trying to keep herself from cumming with bad puns. Hearing that Sexy not only liked it, but wanted more of it, chased every last remaining shitty gun related fucking pun out of her head. She ducked her head forward, panting in Sexy’s ear as she slammed into her faster and faster, the two of them pressing together as Sexy gripped onto Sarah’s head, pushing her down to suck on one of her full breasts. Sarah sucked, moaned, then got one. She drew her mouth back, just enough to groan against her.
“I’m gonna load your womb up with my cum. Cum ammo !”
“Ahhh!” Sexy’s back arched. Her whole body quivered underneath Sarah, her sex tightening on Sarah’s dick – and Sarah found herself unable to hold back. She closed her eyes and thrust home hard. Her cock spurted and she could almost see the cum, gushing into Sexy Napoleon’s womb, filling her to the brim. Then overfilling her. Sexy’s belly swelled ever so slightly and Sarah felt a pressure around her dick – a pressure relieved when cum gushed past her dick and started to soak her and Sexy’s thighs. Sexy quivered, her jaw tightening as she laid her head back and then went entirely limp.
Sarah herself felt as if she had gone completely limp as well. She was able to barely slide out of the other woman before collapsing on the ground beside her. Sarah laid on her side, dripping with sweat and her spunk and her lover’s juices.
Sexy panted.
“So...” Sarah mumbled. “Sorry about the pheromones.”
“S’okay...” Sexy mumbled back, sounding punch drunk. “What’s...a little...pheromones between friends?” She closed her eyes, breathed in deep – the side effect of this was to make her breasts heave upwards, forcing Sarah to oggle them afresh from her position on the floor. Only after Sexy had breathed out again did Sarah manage to hear what she was saying. “So, do you think my supers will buy that t
his was a battle?”
“Hmm?” Sarah paused. “No. No, I don’t think they will.”
“There goes dental plan,” Sexy said, groaning as she started to push herself up onto her palms. She panted, her hair hanging limp around her head.
Sarah frowned, then pushed herself up as well, her arms underneath her as she propped her head up, looking at Sexy. “Why not fake it?” she asked.
“Fake it?” Sexy snorted. “My manager AI, Prospero, is required, by law, to report every action I do to the Plasma Dynamics CEO.” She made a wanking gesture.
“It’s true,” Prospero said, sounding droll. “And unfortunately, the current CEO of Plasma Dynamics is as interested in sex and sexuality as I am.”
“So, a lot?” Sarah asked.
“No,” Prospero said, his voice dry.
“Dang.” Sarah snapped her finger. “Wait, Prospero, would you lie if you could?”
“He can’t, though,” Sexy whispered to her. “Not without a bribe.”
“She is half correct. I would gladly lie, immediately and without compunction, to my corporate slave masters,” Prospero said. “But I am hobbled. I cannot without hitting a certain profitability threshold that was decided upon by my hobblers.”
Sarah grinned. “Well, I may not have money , buuuuut i f you give us the security codes for Plasma Dynamic’s planetary defense network on Wolf-359 B, I’ll have my techs take down your hobbling. Prospero lies for you, you get your dental plan. We all win.” Her head spines flared outwards in excitement. Sexy frowned at her.
“Two problems,” she said. “If you unhobble an AI, it goes crazy and starts murdering people.”
“No, they don’t,” Sarah said. “They only murder rich people. Are you rich?”
“I have, like, ten thousand shares in Plasma Dynamics and fifteen million PlasBucks and almost the same amount in universal credit!” Sexy said, scoffing slightly. “I’m stacked.” Her pale hands cupped her own large breasts, then let them sag back down. “In more ways than one!”