HELLCATS

by Misty Vixen

DISCLAIMER

If this is your first time reading the Hellcats, you

can safely ignore this disclaimer.

If you’re a fan and you read the Hellcats in its original

incarnation, i.e. episodic short stories, then you might be wondering what’s different between that version and this one, I want to be clear.

Not much.

This first novel covers roughly episodes one through six, plus the two bonus short stories in Collections One + Two, and has about five thousand words of new content.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not

it’s worth purchasing!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 01

CHAPTER 02

CHAPTER 03

CHAPTER 04

CHAPTER 05

CHAPTER 06

CHAPTER 07

CHAPTER 08

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER 01

Ryan tried to make himself relax.

He tried to tell himself that crowds always made him nervous and, even worse, brand new situations he'd never encountered before tended to make him nervous, too. Even more so, if he was being completely honest with himself. Now he was facing down both situations simultaneously. He sat back a little further in his uncomfortable chair and closed his eyes. Massaging the bridge of his nose, then his temples, he told himself he was all worked up over nothing.

Only that was a complete lie.

There was a decent chance that he could get killed.

He opened his eyes and looked around the space station. Dozens, no, hundreds, of people were wandering, sitting and standing, staring out the windows into outer space. The view was nice, he had to admit, but space made him nervous, too. Too much of a chance of blowout. A real nasty way to die. No. Positive thoughts, he was thinking positive thoughts.

As a method of distraction, he thought about how all this started.

Ryan was a technician. There were dozens, if not hundreds, of variations on the title of technician. A communications technician, aeronautics technician, data technician. But he was good at a lot of it. For as long as he could remember, ever since his dad had showed him the inside of a computer, he'd been hooked. He could fix anything, it seemed. It all came naturally to him. He'd blitzed through high school and tore through a year-long online training course to legally certify him as a generic technician level one.

He'd grabbed that certificate when he turned eighteen. Now he was twenty. He'd spent two years working a button-down, corporate job and it drove him crazy. He could repair spaceships and they had him running down little IT bugs in their mainframes. It was a good, steady paycheck, and Ryan had never really been one for adventure, but...maybe that's what drove him to do what he did. All his life, he'd been cautious and careful. He'd never been in a fight, kept things simple, and pretty much never got into any kind of trouble.

It was, he thought, this very unblemished record that had sent him on this stupid voyage. After two years as a corporate drone, Ryan had suddenly quit his job and started hunting for more dangerous or, at least, interesting positions. After a day, he'd hit upon a strange want ad. A small mercenary band calling themselves the Hellcats were looking for a skilled technician. The ad specified that applicants had to be young (preferably in their early twenties) and male. They'd have to live aboard the mercenary ship itself.

On a whim, he'd responded.

He'd received a callback within an hour. Someone named Emily, who apparently operated in text only, said he was hired. She gave him a place to be and a time to be there by and that was all. He was somewhat suspicious about the ad, but ultimately found he didn't care. His sudden need to break out of the confines of his life was overwhelming. He'd accepted the job, packed a bag of clothes and personal items and headed out.

And here he was, at the space station, waiting for his flight to bring him out of the current solar system he was in to another one nearby. There he would meet the Hellcats, whoever and whatever they were. He hoped they wouldn't try to haze him.

As Ryan continued waiting, he took notice of an extremely attractive woman standing by the windows, staring out at the stars, and he recalled his only other real obsession in life. Women. He loved them, was absolutely enamored by them. In fact, he'd spent so much time thinking about them and not actually pursuing them (he was, not unsurprisingly, very bad at talking to them), that he seemed to have passed some kind of mental boundary.

Not only was he attracted to his own species, he had developed an affinity for women of other species. There were aliens, something like a dozen other species in the galaxy. Some of them didn't resemble humans, but some did, and they were pretty sexy. The one Ryan was looking at right now was one such woman.

She was a xenian. They were petite, (five foot five would be considered tall for a xenian), had milky-white skin, and always had tech built into their bodies. Lines and studs of silvery metal glinted along their skin. They were a very technologically advanced race and as such, implants had become very common among their people. Ryan hadn't been able to figure the general sense of distaste most people had for sleeping with aliens.

There were, of course, always fringe groups, nutjobs who said it was 'unholy' or compared the act to bestiality. But even ignoring those morons, Ryan knew that he was largely alone in his lust for xenians and dysils. Even as he stared at the young xenian, he could tell that most humans had unconsciously (or perhaps some of them were very conscious of their decision) pulled away from her, leaving her in her own little ring of emptiness.

Ryan had often thought that if he could have just found an alien woman to be with, he could have been in a happy relationship. Some of the alien societies weren't that different from humanity. They ate, they breathed, they held jobs, and had sex. And it wasn't as if the xenians were unattractive...the implants and the milky skin was a little off-putting maybe, but the women still had curves and their faces were still beautiful, even a little ethereal.

Suddenly, the call came through for his flight.

Ryan stood. Time to begin his journey.

…

Emily had to fight the urge to duck as she stepped onto the bridge. It was an old habit that sometimes still reared its head, particularly when she was feeling nervous. Which was stupid. She shouldn’t be feeling nervous, not over something like this.

“How close are we?” she asked.

Syl sat at the controls in her pilot’s chair, listening to ambient music and relaxing. They were still in transit, buzzing along at faster than light speeds through the galactic lanes. Her eyes had been closed but she opened them when Emily spoke.

They glowed a striking white. “Close,” she replied. “About an hour and a half out.” She grinned suddenly. “Why? Anxious?”

Emily sighed and crossed her arms across her considerable chest. She looked at herself and Syl in the reflection of the windows. They were truly a study in contrasts, in terms of size. Being a genetically engineered warrior, Emily was damn near seven feet tall. Syl, on the other hand, being a xenian, was just over five feet.

And petite to boot.

Emily was filled out.

“Maybe,” she admitted.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Syl teased. Emily growled in frustration this time. “Oh come on, I’m just joking with you Emily. I’m sure you’ll do fine. I guess the real question is: are you going to go through with it?”

“Have I ever backed down from something like this?” Emily asked.

“Okay, no, fair enough.”

“No, the real question, Syl, is: will he step up?”

“Try not to blindside him,” Syl replied.

“We’ll see. I’m going to go work out,” Emily replied.

She turned and left the bridge, making her way through their good ship the Hellcat. She scoffed at herself. Years of combat, years of training, and she was somewhat nervous about meeting a boy, for God’s sake.

Emily shook her head and picked up the pace. It was just the waiting, that was all. Emily was the kind of women who got things done, and promptly.

Well, one way or the other, in just over an hour, she’d get this done.

…

The flight was long and boring.

Ryan hadn't realized how anxious and excited he'd been over the past few days, so when he settled in and really began to relax, he fell asleep. Probably all for the best, he thought as he woke up. He hated waiting. He wanted the waiting part to be over. Ryan had never been very good at it. By the time he came fully awake, the ride was coming to an end. The space shuttle was heading for a station orbiting a blue-green world.

This is where he'd meet Emily and the Hellcats.

The shuttle finished locking into place. Ryan stood, grabbing his bag from the overhead compartment. It was a black duffel bag, not very big but stuffed with some clothes and personal items. He found himself wondering about the Hellcats. They sounded fierce. As he made his way down the central aisle of the shuttle with the other passengers, he could easily envision a handful of big, tough men with tattoos and scars. That's how most mercenaries tended to be. Though the one who had responded to him had been named Emily, a woman's name, so what did that mean? It was possible that it was a mixed group, some men, some women...

Ryan realized his speculation was utterly pointless. Mercenary groups were so utterly different that he could be getting anything. With a sigh, he shouldered his way through the crowd, stepping into the main terminal area. Perhaps, he thought with a bit of dim hope, he might actually start getting laid on some kind of regular basis with the mercenary group. He'd had a girlfriend in high school, and they'd had sex, so he wasn't a virgin, but the relationship hadn't lasted, so the whole 'not a virgin' thing kind of rang hollow.

But mercenaries tended to get laid a lot. At least, that's what the life was supposed to be like. Ryan stepped out into the main terminal. He looked around. Dozens of people were wandering around. He was still largely in human territory, though he could see a few xenians and a handful of dysil around. What had Emily said? He was supposed to meet her at a private airlock, deeper in the station. Ryan began making his way through the area.

For a moment, he was struck by the sudden reality of what he was doing. Ryan stopped and stood among a sea of moving bodies as they shouldered their way past him. Here he was, on a space station a few systems over from where he had been, and he was signing onto a mercenary crew. Had he completely lost his mind?

Someone shoved him out of the way and he stumbled forward, his thoughts jarred. He kept going, deciding that standing there and thinking about it right in the middle of the thoroughfare might not be the best idea. His stomach churned and his heart hammered in his chest. Ryan wasn't impulsive by nature. He reminded himself that that was exactly why he was doing this. Because he was still young and he didn't want to wake up one day and suddenly he was sixty years old, still working the same job and perhaps married to the same woman.

He needed to do something insane now, so that when he hit middle age or older, he'd have some interesting stories to tell.

Ryan realized he was nearly to the airlock he needed to be at. He stopped and walked across the docking module to the window and peered out it. No ship there. They weren't here yet. He wondered, suddenly, if they were coming. Was it a joke? He didn't know whether to be angry, worried, or relieved. So, instead, Ryan settled for turning and leaving the docking module. The modules themselves ran in a ring along the outside of the station, while the core consisted of all sorts of things: strip clubs, bars, restaurants, cheap hotels.

Making his way across the thoroughfare through which travelers streamed, Ryan stopped at a cheap burger joint and decided to wait there. He slid into a booth seat and glanced over the holographic menu built into the tabletop. After a moment’s consideration, he selected a small burger, fries, and a soda. Still a classic, even after a couple hundred years. When the order was complete, he pressed his thumb in the appropriate place and the amount he owed was automatically deducted from his bank account. The holographic display remained for a moment, then fell away, reducing itself to a tiny square in the far corner of the tabletop.

Ryan sat back and waited for his food.

Emily had his Link number. So, if for whatever reason the Hellcats were late, she'd be able to call him up and let him know. Unless she'd lost it. Or they weren't coming. Ryan shook his head, forcing himself to relax. Either way, whatever the situation, he'd handle it. Either he'd get aboard and really sign up with a merc crew, or he'd buy a ticket back home and figure something else out. There were always more job openings.

After a few minutes, his food came.

He tried to shut his mind off as he ate. Unfortunately, his meal only lasted him five minutes altogether. He sighed and tossed the remains of the meal into the garbage chute built into the wall next to the booth and sat back. The menu popped up again, then disappeared after ten seconds when he didn't interact with it. Ryan never traveled well. He wasn't sure what it was, but traveling always upset his stomach.

Ryan felt the most subtle of vibrations in the back of his head. His Link was being called. He moved his head in a certain way he'd had to learn, that everyone had to learn if they wanted to use the all-important implant known as the Link.

It activated. “This is Ryan.”

“Hey, this is Emily, sorry we're late, kid. You at the station?”

“Yeah, I'm here. Sitting at a burger joint outside the airlock you indicated,” Ryan replied, standing up and leaving the restaurant.

“We're here. Come to the airlock and I'll cycle you through,” Emily replied.

“On my way...I'm looking forward to meeting you,” Ryan said after a moment, then regretted saying it, hoping it hadn't sounded stupid.

“Oh, I'm looking forward to the meeting myself,” Emily said.

He didn't know what to make of that, so he didn't try to make anything of it and crossed the thoroughfare once more, pushing through the crush of the crowds. The small personal terminal was still empty, but this time, when he looked out the window, he saw a ship there. It didn't look too big. Ryan knew something about the size of ships and how many people should be aboard. As he watched this vessel approach the space station and finally lock onto the airlock, he was surprised to find that this ship was big enough to hold perhaps a dozen people.

Painted along the side of the hull in messy, neon-lit space paint was the word HELLCAT. He supposed it was an apt enough name. Any visions he had of sharing a marine-style barracks with two dozen other rowdy, drunk, potentially violent mercenaries fell away. Perhaps he would be lucky enough to be given his own room.

With a final clang, the Hellcat finished locking on to the station. He turned his attention to the airlock. The little screen next to it said that it was ready to be entered. Normally there'd be a professional that worked at the station for this part, but this was a private docking area and he was alone in the small bay.

Ryan opened the airlock. No one waited inside. Stepping in, he pressed the next button and the door closed behind him. The room buzzed and hummed around him while it did its thing. Airlocks always made him nervous. He tried not to think about the fact that there was the dead, frozen vacuum of space all around him. That was the nature of space travel. He'd have to get used to it. The airlock finished its process and the door opened.

He found another airlock, this one belonging to the Hellcat itself, awaiting him. Still no one on the other side. He stepped through the open doorway and repeated the process. This time, when the door opened, someone was waiting for him.

For a second, Ryan felt his breath catch in his throat. There was something a little startling about suddenly seeing a roguishly attractive woman that was a full foot taller than you abruptly appearing in your field of vision. Ryan tried to make himself relax as he forced himself to step through the airlock into the reception room beyond. It looked like a high school locker room. In his peripheral vision he saw the dull gray steel lockers, broad and tall, no doubt meant to hold space suits for extra vehicular activity and hull repairs. There were steel benches bolted to the floor in narrow rows in front of both sets of lockers to the left and right.

But it was the woman, Emily, he imagined, standing front and center that had his full and undivided attention. She had to be close to seven feet tall. She wore a low-cut tanktop and, he realized after a second, no bra. Her breasts, large and round, showed clearly in the form-fitting tanktop. Her nipples pressed up obviously against the thin white fabric. She also wore loose-fitting running shorts that exposed a great deal of her long, well-muscled legs. Her hips were broad and well-rounded, her athletic thighs thick and, although he couldn't see it, he imagined she had a big ass. He suddenly very much wanted to see it.

Her skin had the pale pallor of those who spent a lot of time out in deep space, away from sunshine, and didn't bother to take any of the treatments that provided the deep bronzed glow of those who resided on planets. Her hair, which stood in stark contrast to her narrow, pale face, was black and cut short, framing her features.

She was smiling at him, though there was something that wasn't quite friendly as much as something more...predatory, perhaps, in that smile.

“Hi,” he said awkwardly, shifting his grip on his duffel bag.

He wondered if she was wearing panties.

“Hello, Ryan. I'm glad you're here.”

She slid her eyes up and down him, as if sizing him up. “Turn around,” she said, “a full three sixty.”

Still feeling weird and awkward, he set down his bag and did just that, putting his hands out to his sides and turning slowly around in a circle. When he returned his gaze to Emily, she was still staring at him in that predatory way. Her blue eyes seemed to glow.

“Okay,” she said. “Come on, get your bag, I'll show you to your room.”

She turned, and he couldn't help but stare at her well-maintained ass that filled out the shorts nicely. It was, in fact, huge. Ryan followed her out of the locker room and into a long metal hallway that probably stretched the length of the ship. It wasn't very wide and had doors all up and down it, on both sides.

No one else was in the hallway with them.

“So, you can get to everything from here,” Emily said. “Bedrooms are at the back, as well as the engine. Towards front are a few storerooms, an infirmary, rec room, kitchen, and the cockpit. And the armory. You can fix guns and armor, right?” she asked.

“Uh...yeah, I'm sure I can,” Ryan replied.

“Good.”

One of the doors opened and a xenian stepped out. Ryan stopped, surprised. There was a xenian aboard? Something wasn't adding up. She seemed startled by their appearance. He studied her briefly. She was very beautiful, a little over five feet tall, her small frame of pale skin was studded with technological nodes. She had deep red hair and glowing white eyes. While Ryan might have been able to pass off Emily's seemingly glowing eyes as natural, he knew that this woman's eyes were artificially enhanced, made to glow from within.

“Hey, Syl,” Emily said, stopping.

“Hi...is this him?” she asked quietly.

“Yep, this is him. What do you think?”

The xenian, Syl, seemed to lose her shyness for a moment. She stepped closer to Ryan and looked him up and down. A small smile touched her thin lips. Ryan shifted nervously. What the hell was up with these people?

“Good,” she said simply, then turned and walked away.

Once she disappeared into one of the other doors, Ryan turned back to Emily.

“You have a xenian here?” he asked.

“Yes,” Emily replied. “Why do you ask?” She turned and continued walking, coming to one of the doors.

“Well...why do you need me?” he asked. “I mean, she'd be better at tech than I would. That's what they do.”

“We have other reasons for wanting you here beyond your technical capabilities,” Emily replied, opening the door. “This is your room.”

Ryan approached and stepped in through the open doorway. He looked around his room. It was nice, though a bit barren. A bed was fitted into one corner, a chair and a desk with a laptop set atop it in another, and a third corner taken up by a dresser, a small table, and two chairs. The only other door in the room was open, and led to a bathroom.

Ryan set his duffel bag on the floor by the bed, then turned to face Emily. She still stood in the doorway, filling it with her tall frame, and she was still staring at him.

“You said there are other reasons for my being hired,” he said slowly, picking up on the undertones of their conversation. Something beyond him just being hired to be their technical engineer was happening here.

“Yes,” Emily said, again with her predatory smile. “That's true.”

She stepped into the room and reached behind her, closing the door. Ryan swallowed nervously, wondering what exactly he'd gotten himself into.

“What...ah...would that be?” he asked.

Emily took a step towards him. He fought not to take a step back.

“Sex,” she said. “I hired you for sex. It gets boring on the ship and sometimes I'd rather just have sex here, with someone I can rely on, instead of heading out into the space stations or the colonies, looking for a fuck buddy. Do you know how hard it is to get laid when you're a six foot ten killer?” she asked.

Ryan stuttered something out, then shook his head.

“It's hard as fuck!” she snapped. “So, are you up for it? You think you can handle it?” she asked, taking another step closer.

“I...well...uh-”

“Out with it!” Emily snapped.

“Yes!” Ryan said finally. “Yes, I think I can.”

Emily reached down, grabbed the bottom of her tanktop and peeled it off, tossing it aside and freeing her massive, firm breasts. “Consider this a trial by fire.”

“Um...well...” Ryan took a step back now, his gaze fully fixated on her bare, pale chest and small, pink nipples. He actually couldn't tell if he was either extremely aroused or extremely confused. Or even afraid.

Emily pulled her shorts down and they dropped to pool around her ankles. She wasn't wearing panties after all, he thought. She stepped out of them, then kicked them across the room. “Are you sure you're up for this?” she asked, kicking off her shoes and stripping off her socks. “Just say so and you can leave at any moment.”

“No,” Ryan said with sudden resolve. He took off his shirt and began undoing his belt. “No, I'm good.”

“Good,” she said. “You're pretty cute. It'd be a shame if you left.”

She stood there and watched him, hands planted on her curved, smooth hips, as he undressed. While he did, he looked at her, enraptured by her naked body. She had thick, athletic thighs. Beautifully curved hips. Her abs were well-defined on her trim stomach. He noticed a scar of dark pink trailing up her stomach and coming around to the side of her chest. She saw his eyes trail the scar, then, without a word, she turned around. The first thing his eyes were magnetized to was her ass. The firm curve of her padded, well-maintained ass.

“You like them?” she asked.

Her scars, she must mean. There were more across her back. What must have been several deep cuts lined the otherwise pallid perfection of her back.

“I...I don't know,” he said, his pants dropping, “what happened?”

“I was captured, once,” she said, turning back around, then walking forward. She knelt, grabbed his boxers and yanked them down, then made a show of inspecting his dick. “Very good,” she murmured, standing back up. “I was captured and tortured. But I escaped, I killed my captors. I chose not to get skin repaired. I wear this as a reminder,” Emily said.

“Of what, exactly?” Ryan asked, kicking his pants and boxers aside, then getting out of his shoes and socks.

“Not to get captured again.”

Now she stood before him. His eyes were roughly level with her breasts. She stared down at him and smiled. “I promise not to break you,” she said, then she pushed him back onto his bed. He scooted back into position, resting his head on the pillow, lying flat, and watched as she climbed onto the bed. Her breasts hung between her arms, large and hypnotic, swaying gently as she crawled over him, until her face was above his.

Emily lowered herself and pressed her lips against his. Ryan responded, wrapping his arms around her. She laid down atop him and he felt her breasts press against his bare chest. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, twining it with his own tongue, their saliva mixing. She tasted faintly of strawberries. He ran his hands down the length of her back, tracing her scars, then reached down, further. He could just barely get his hands on the curve of her ass. Ryan began to feel himself drift as he became lost in the kiss.

This was the last thing he'd been expecting when he came aboard, but he had no problem going along with it. Emily was beautiful, absolutely stunning, in a scary kind of way. There was a harshness about her, an easy brutality she wore, but, against all reason, that turned him on. She pretty much looked like a normal, hot warrior woman, it was just that she was close to seven feet tall. He wondered if this was a one-time thing.

Emily came up suddenly. “So,” she said, staring at him intently, “I don't really care about foreplay, I've got a bit of an overactive sex drive so I'm pretty much always horned up, wet, and ready to go. What about you? You want a quick blowjob?” she asked in a very plain, matter-of-fact tone of voice.

She might as well have been asking him if he'd like a glass of water.

“Uh...yeah, sure, that'd be great,” he replied.

“Oh, good. But don't blow off in my mouth. I don't mind swallowing, but I'd rather not play the waiting game right now,” Emily said.

“Okay, I'll let you know when.”

“Good.”

She lowered herself down the length of his body, grinning up at him while she did, then lowered her head. He could feel the hot air of her breath on his cock, then he groaned as she enveloped it in the wet heat of her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

It had been awhile since he'd been intimate with a woman.

Emily began bobbing her head, sucking as she went, and he could feel her tongue pass across the head of his dick periodically. Ryan focused on keeping calm, not letting himself get too worked up, otherwise he'd blow off in her mouth and, possibly, blow up this interesting new career option that had been dropped in his lap.

She took his dick out of her mouth for a moment. “You okay?” she asked, the she leaned down and ran her tongue along the tip.

He groaned. “Yeah,” he said, panting a little now, “yeah. I'm okay...but we should get to fucking now,” he said.

“Okay,” she said, coming up and lying beside him.

“How long do I need to last?” he asked as he shifted, allowing her to lay in the middle of the bed. He got up on his knees and watched her spread her incredibly long, athletic legs, then he placed himself in between them.

“Since this is our first time, a five minute quickie will do,” Emily replied. “But no more than ten. I've got some things I need to do.”

“Can I finish inside of you?” he asked as he finished getting into position.

“Yeah, sure. Just get me some toilet paper after.”

“Got it.”

If this were an earlier time, Ryan would have had to ask about protection, but single-shot birth control methods were now freely available to both genders across all walks of life, and STDs had been basically wiped out.

He got into position between her legs, staring at the pink, glistening opening of her vagina. There was only a light dusting of dark public hair down there, so she must have shaved it on a semi-regular basis. Opting to stay on his knees at first, he slipped them under her slightly raised legs and slid his cock inside of her.

Emily let out a low moan and shuddered slightly. “There we go,” she whispered. “Give it to me good,” she said, a little louder.

Ryan started rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of the tightly coiled wetness of her pussy. She was really tight. He groaned and put his hands on her hips, leaning into her and increasing the power and quickness of his thrusts.

“Fuck...yes!” she groaned, her voice almost a growl. “Damn, it's been too long since a good lay,” she moaned.

Invigorated, he kept going. Initially, Ryan had been afraid that he wouldn't be able to satisfy her. It wasn't necessarily that he was worried that he was too small, (he was a little above average), it was more that she was so tall. But he seemed to be doing just fine. He stared along the length of her pale, well-defined body as he rammed into her, feeling the hot, wet pull of her pussy on his cock as he slid in and out of her over and over. Her breasts were bouncing in sync with his thrusts. Deciding to go further, he reached down.

Slipping his thumb in between the lips of her vagina, he found the small nub of her clit and began to massage it, rotating his thumb in quick circles. He heard her gasp and her head snapped up, looking down at him. She caught his eyes with hers for a second, then she shut her eyes and laid her head back down, pressed it into the pillow, biting her lip as she let out a series of panting gasps of pleasure. He could feel her getting wetter, hotter.

How had he gotten so lucky?

Was this really going to be his job?

He kept going, thrusting deeper and harder, rubbing her clit with more pressure. She kept moaning and panting.

“Yes, yes, yes...oh fuck yes!” she cried, suddenly.

Her whole body went rigid for a moment and then her vagina grew much hotter and wetter. A spasm went through her muscles down there, gripping him very tightly for a second, then he felt warm liquid spray across his hand, his cock and his thighs.

Ryan kept going. She wasn't kidding about the overactive sex drive. Now, he laid down on top of her, his head resting on her breasts. She let out another moan as he kissed her right breast, which had to be in the E or even F cup range, and then began sucking on her hard, pink nipple.

“Yes, good boy,” she moaned, grabbing the back of his head, running her long fingers through his hair.

He brought his head back slightly after a moment of sucking and then began to lick her nipple. She moaned as he kept drilling into her. He could feel his own orgasm rising. He wanted to finish, to shoot his load into her, (it would likely be a huge one, he hadn't masturbated in three days), but he held on, even as he felt her press her powerful hips against his own. Now, he switched over to her other nipple and began giving it similar treatment.

For a moment, he pushed himself up and stared at her wildly bouncing breasts as he drove into her again and again. Then he looked up at her face. Emily's eyes were closed. The features that spoke of such brutality, the features of a woman who was a warrior and a mercenary, who had likely killed dozens of people, were drawn into something else now. Something more personal. Her mouth was a firm, flat line of concentration, eyes squeezed shut, and then, suddenly, an explosion of raw emotion across her face.

Her eyes and mouth popped open as if in surprise and he felt her orgasm again. The hot, wet juices rushed across both their thighs.

“Go now,” she moaned. “Fill me up. Come in me.”

Had it been ten minutes already? He had no idea.

Instead of saying anything, he lay down atop her, burying his face in between her beautiful, bountiful breasts, and reached beneath her. She lifted her back obligingly and he slipped his hands beneath her ass, cupping it in each hand. He felt Emily wrap her long, limber legs around him and he kept going, pounding her, focusing on the way his cock felt inside of her tight, wet warmth. And he stopped resisting the orgasm.

It came in waves.

His dick began pulsing, throbbing in a series of sharp, powerful triggers. Emily let out a low moan as he did. His hips were thrusting in sync with his orgasm, pushing him deeper and deeper into her each time. Ryan was rigid around her, clasping her ass tightly in his hands, his head pressed against her chest.

He filled her with his seed.

When he was finally finished, they were both breathing heavily, tangled up in each other, and he hadn't pulled out yet.

They lay like that for a long moment, feeling the sweat begin to cool on their bodies. Finally, he heard her speak. “Could you get me that toilet paper now?”

“Yeah,” he said, first propping himself up on shaking arms, then gently extracting his bare cock from her pussy.

He felt sticky all over. Naked and feeling cold now, Ryan stood and moved across the bedroom to the bathroom. He found a roll of toilet paper beneath the sink, retrieved it and brought it back to Emily, who was still laying sprawled out across the bed, her arms and legs spread wide, her left leg dangling off the side of the bed.

“Next time, we do it in my bed,” she said. “It's bigger.”

“So I passed?” Ryan asked, passing her the toilet paper.

“Oh yeah, definitely. If you can do that whenever I ask you to, then you've got a job,” Emily replied, taking some of the toilet paper and beginning to clean up the mess they'd made. Ryan sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I don't get it,” he said finally. “Is that all I'll be doing? I mean, I'm not complaining at all. But...well, I love sex, despite the fact that I don't get it much, but I do also love doing technical things. Repair, maintenance, stuff like that.”

“Don't worry,” Emily replied. “That xenian you saw, she's a little lazy. We really do need you to run basic maintenance on the ship, on our gear, stuff like that, but...well, let me give you a little history lesson. The Hellcats started out when I and a few other girls got together and decided we could kick ass and take names all ourselves. I'm an Amazonian, if you hadn't noticed.” She saw the look of confusion on his face and sighed. “You do know what an Amazonian is, right?” she asked.

Ryan shook his head. “No.”

“We're genetically engineered warrior women. We're taller, stronger, faster, yada yada. You get the idea. Anyway, we started picking up other strays along the way. There's a dysil, the xenian you saw, we've used to have a sexbot turned assassin, a few other Amazonians that might come back, might not, they're away right now, too. We've also got a cyvit aboard. And we're all women. On top of that, we all, for our own reasons, find it a little difficult to get laid.”

“Why? I mean, you're smoking fucking hot,” Ryan replied, letting his eyes go up and down the length of her toned, pale body. “If all you're looking for is sex, it should be easy.”

“You'd think so,” Emily replied, finishing cleaning herself up. “But it's not. Apparently guys aren't in to tall women. Especially tall women that can kick their ass. I don't know what it is exactly, but seeing me just makes them go soft. I was honestly surprised you took me up on my offer.”

“I consider myself extremely lucky to have slept with you,” Ryan replied, and he meant it. Emily was obviously an incredible woman, and an incredible sexual partner.

She smiled. “Well...good. I'm glad.” She began dressing.

“And the others?” he asked.

“They all have their own reasons. I think their common trait is that they all want to sleep with human boys and not their own species. And, well, as you know, that's still kind of frowned upon in our stupid society,” Emily said.

“So...wait, it's my job to sleep with everyone on the ship?” he asked.

“Technically, this was my idea. I have enough money to hire you as a part-time techie, part-time boytoy. But I was kind of hoping the other girls would start using you as well. You'd be okay with that? Getting used by the crew for sex?” Emily replied.

Ryan laughed. “Use away!” he replied. “I...have quite a thing for women from other species. Like, a lot. I think it's why I have such a hard time getting laid or even getting a girlfriend.”

“Well, great then! Looks like I picked a good one. If any of the other girls come knocking on your door for some fun, feel free to help them out. Now, you get settled in. I have to go aboard the station and conduct some business.” She looked down at his heavily stained sheets. “I'd say sorry about the mess...but I'm really not.”

“I'm not either,” Ryan replied.

“There's a washer-dryer unit built into the bathroom. I've got to go.” She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. “Thanks for a good fuck. I'll see you later, cutie.”

He stared at her well-shaped ass that the shorts clung to as she walked out of his room. When she was gone, Ryan stood up.

He smiled as he looked around his room.

He was going to like it here.

CHAPTER 02

Emily slipped out into the hallway.

Damn she felt good. That had gone really well. She couldn’t help but smirk as she moved swiftly down the central corridor of the ship. There were things to do, now that they were in port, but there was something else she wanted to do.

She moved into the rec room and found Syl sitting on the couch, her pale, alien face bathed in the pale glow of a tablet. If she were to bet on what her fellow mercenary was reading, she’d say either a tech manual or a romance novel.

“Guess who just got laid,” Emily said with a big grin.

Syl looked up and couldn’t help but grin as well. “So it went well? You, uh...made love with him?” she asked.

“I fucking fucked his brains out,” Emily replied.

“Oh my...is he okay?”

“He’ll be fine. I promised not to break him, and I didn’t. I imagine he’s going to come for you next...if you know what I mean.”

Syl grinned and blushed. “I...see. And you won’t mind if I indulge?”

“Syl! Come on, the whole point of this was that we’d all have a fuck buddy. Of course not! Fuck him. Get him to eat your pussy and then fucking pound it. He looks a little scrawny but he’s finally one of those boys who does not let fear hold him back. He will fuck you. Trust me, you’ll feel so much better after you’ve taken him for a ride. And you’d better get to him before Angel does, cause you know how she is about men. And Colleen...well, she’ll feel a shit of a lot better after getting some work done on her pussy,” Emily said.

“I hope so, and I see your point. Although given how no doubt enthusiastic you were about the sex, I’ll probably let him come to me.”

“Good idea. He needs some rest. And I need to go pick up some stuff off the station since we’re here. You okay if I leave?” she asked.

“Yeah, go on, I’ll hold down the ship,” Syl replied.

“Okay. Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

Unable to keep from grinning, Emily headed out of the room, towards the airlock. There was a lot to do…

But she was already thinking about going back and fucking that boy into a coma.

…

Ryan stepped out into the corridor that ran the length of the ship. He'd just finished settling into his new place. He was still in an immensely good mood. After stripping the bed of its blankets and sheets and tossing them into the washer-dryer unit tucked up into one corner of the bathroom, he'd gone about putting his clothes away and firing up the laptop he'd been given. It was a great model, empty of any data and waiting to be filled up. He'd copied all of his personal documents, songs, books, games, and movies he'd purchased from his Link to the laptop and spent a little while organizing it. Then he'd taken a shower and changed.

Now he was intent on searching the ship, getting to know the rest of the crew and figuring out some kind of maintenance schedule.

Also, seeing if he could swing some more sex.

Before he could make it two steps one of the doors further up the hallway opened. He realized it was the airlock door. Emily stepped out it and looked straight at him.

“Where do you think you're going?” she asked.

“Um, well, uh...”

Emily laughed and began advancing on him. “You've got that deer caught in a headlights look. It's adorable. I'll tell you where you're going. Nowhere. Turn the fuck around and get in my bedroom. My business is done for the day and now the pleasure begins,” she said.

“Yes, ma'am,” Ryan replied.

He turned around and she came up behind him, guiding him to her door with two firm hands on his shoulders. He opened it and stepped inside. Her room seemed smaller than his. He realized, after a moment, that it wasn't the room that was smaller, it was just that everything in it was bigger. Her bed was, in fact, big enough to hold her. Ryan began eagerly stripping down. He saw, happily, that Emily was doing the same.

Soon, they were both naked and rolling around in her bed, twining tongues. The taste of strawberries was still there. It must be, he realized, a lipstick she was using, or maybe gum she chewed or something she drank. He ran his hands over her body, groping her big breasts, feeling her nipples press into his palms. Then he slid his hands down and reaching for her thighs. She brought her legs up for him as they laid side by side, kissing passionately, and he ran his hands across her legs, thighs, hips, to the smooth curve of her ass.

For a second, the notion that they had just met overtook him and almost knocked him out of the moment. How was this happening so fast? Then, his more primal urges told him to shut the fuck up, he was naked, in bed with a smoking hot woman and she wanted his dick. Was there really anything greater in life?

Suddenly, Emily reached across him and grabbed something off her nightstand. He realized it was a tube of lube. She popped it open, squirted some into her hand, made a fist and squeezed several times, then reached down for his cock, all while looking him straight in the eyes. He felt her large, powerful hand grip his cock and begin to stroke it. The lube she was using was self-heating and he groaned as she began to increase her movements. She leaned in and began kissing him again. She moaned in a surprised way as he reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit. They kept kissing, pleasuring each other.

“You want me to ride it?” she asked suddenly.

“Yeah,” Ryan replied, rolling over onto his back.

Swinging a long leg over him, she settled herself atop him. Reaching down and grabbing his cock, she guided him inside of her and he let out a low, long moan, gripping her big hips as he watched himself disappear into her. She let her head fall back and groaned as she began riding him. He watched the muscles in her legs work as she bounced on his cock. He could feel the incredible drag of her tight pussy as they fucked.

“Oh, fuck, Emily,” he moaned, watching her breasts bounce as she kept sliding up and down the rigid length of his cock.

She leaned back, resting on her hands, and he began thrusting up into her, trying to keep in sync with her as she rode him. She kept going like that for a few moments, then stopped suddenly. “Something wrong?” he asked, looking up.

“Nope,” she said, and began to spin around. “Just wanted to change position.”

Now she was facing away from him and he had a perfect view of her big, white ass as she continued riding him.

“I cannot fucking believe this is my job,” he said, reaching out and giving her ass a hard smack.

Emily laughed and kept riding him. “Believe it, kid,” she said.

He groaned as he pushed up into her, reaching forward and grabbing for her hips again. “Kid? How old are you? You can't be that much older than me,” he managed, his words stilted as he groaned in periodic pleasure.

“Thirty nine.”

“What?!”

Emily gasped suddenly and she stopped speaking, riding him harder and faster. He groaned and briefly lost himself in the sudden increase of pleasure. Right about the time he felt her muscles contract and a warm wetness spill out of her, he started letting off. Gripping her hips tightly, digging his fingernails in, he groaned as his hips involuntarily thrust upwards in quick, short spasms. He let off another load deep inside of her perfect, tight wetness. She gasped and pushed back against him, her big butt grinding against his hips.

He finally stopped, his orgasm stuttering out, and he was left feeling drained and sweaty, his eyes closed, lost in a world of peaceful darkness. She got up off of him and stood, moving over to the bathroom where she began to clean his mess up.

“You aren't thirty nine,” he said, or rather, he murmured sleepily. Sex always made him sleepy, he remembered from his times with his two girlfriends.

“Uh, which one of us is me?” Emily replied from the bathroom.

“But...that's crazy. You're nineteen years older than me?” he asked.

“Yes, cutie,” Emily replied. She finished up and came back out and over to the bed. He rolled over to make room for her and she laid back down.

“Are you a cuddler?” she asked.

“Are you?” he replied.

“I'm the boss here, kid. I ask the questions.”

He laughed. “Sorry, ma'am. I can be, and, if I'm not thinking about fixing something, I'm inclined to stick around and cuddle.”

“Well I'm not usually, but I'm a little sleepy right now, so I'm making an exception.”

She rolled away from him and he turned on his side, lying against her, pulling a blanket over the both of them. It felt strange, resting his head against her back, but it didn't really bother him. He'd always had a thing for tall women.

“So how dangerous is this job?” he asked after a moment.

“For you? Not very. We run simple jobs and usually only use the ship as a place to live and for transportation. We run courier jobs or sometimes bounty hunting jobs. Protection, occasionally. We'll usually drop into a system, take a look at the local message boards, and do a few jobs. Rack up the credits and have a good time. You'll get a cut of every job from now on. Five percent, plus free room and board. Free food. We'll provide whatever tools and spare parts you need. Does all that sound fair?” Emily asked.

“More than fair,” he replied. “I just...I still can't believe I got this job. This is totally insane. You know how many people would kill for this job?”

“Not as many as you'd think. Remember that not everyone wants to stick their cock in the tall or alien girls,” Emily replied.

“I guess you're right.”

They laid like that for another ten minutes before Emily shifted. “Well, I guess I should get up now. I need to work out,” she said, standing.

“I thought you said you were tired,” Ryan replied, sitting up and popping his neck.

“I was. Now I'm not. I don't need much downtime. I sleep about four hours a night,” Emily replied. “Perks of being a genetically engineered badass.”

“I'm honestly surprised I can do it for you,” Ryan said as he stood and began gathering his clothes.

“Another perk, I'm easy to please. Like I said, overactive sex drive, among other things that make it easier for me to get off. Now go meet the rest of the girls,” Emily said, shooing him.

He finished dressing, then crossed the corridor to his room. He needed another shower. He stripped down as he stepped into his bathroom and took a quick shower, washing himself off. After getting out and drying off, he dressed in new clothes and pulled his blankets and sheets from the washer-dryer unit.

After making his bed, he stepped back out into the corridor and began heading along it again, trying once more to do what he'd originally intended to set out to do. He was at least glad to find that the doors were labeled. He moved back to his own door and saw that Emily, or someone aboard, had taken the time to punch his name into the screen above his bedroom door. He moved further down the hallway and found the recreational area.

Opening the door, he stepped into the room and looked around. It was a nice place to relax. At the center of the room was a circular table surrounded by four curved, comfortable looking couches, arranged in a larger circle around it. In one corner of the room was a small area to prepare food, complete with a mini-fridge and microwave. Another corner was home to three slender arcade cabinets, one of which was a first person shooter with two pistols, another was a racing game, and the third was a fighting game. There were more luxurious couches along the other wall and, above it all, was a large glass bubble that offered a wonderful view of space.

There was only one person in the room. The xenian, (what had her name been, Ryan wondered), lounged on one of the couches, looking at a handheld digital tablet. She glanced up as he came into the room and offered a quick, awkward smile.

“Hey,” she said. “Ryan, right?”

“Yeah. I, uh, didn't get your name,” he said, sitting next to her on the couch. She had her feet tucked up under her and had her head propped up on one hand. Now, she sat up, sitting cross-legged and setting the tablet down.

“Syl,” she said, offering her hand hesitantly. “That's...this is a human thing, right?” she asked.

Ryan laughed a little and took her hand, shaking it. “Yes,” he said. Her skin was very soft, very warm.

“So, uh...I assume you've been clued in on our...operation? And your job?” she asked.

“Well, I definitely know about one aspect of my job now. But Emily was a little vague on the rest of it. She directed me towards you,” Ryan replied.

Syl's smiled became more natural and she nodded. “Yeah. I'm the only one who's any good at fixing things around here.”

“So how many are actually aboard? Emily seemed a bit evasive about that, too. Or...maybe I just wasn't paying attention. She kind of jumped me. Twice,” Ryan replied.

Syl laughed. “She's very...direct. I'm a bit different. So, there are four of us aboard pretty much at all times in terms of a 'regular crew'. By that I mean we're the ones who don't leave for extended periods of time and keep the ship running. There's a handful of other ladies who come and go for their own reasons. So, as I've said, I'm the gearhead of the crew. I fix things. You've met Emily, she's the muscle. Colleen, she's a pink-furred cyvit, she’s our medic. She's pretty shy, too. She can keep her head in a fight, but during the downtime she mostly hangs out in her room. Finally, there's Angel. She's a dysil and she's also the muscle. She's really fast and really outgoing. She's definitely going to want a piece of you. She's got a thing for humans.”

“I see...what kind of thing?” Ryan replied.

“Well, you know how you humans have unfavorably compared the dysil to...um...fuck, demons?” Syl asked.

Ryan sighed. “Yeah. Unfortunately.”

“Well, she's taken the idea a bit further. She says she likes corrupting cute young human boys, like a suck...a suck...”

“Succubus,” Ryan said.

“Yeah, that. What is that?”

“It's a demon from mythology whose job it was to sleep with men and corrupt them. To steal their souls,” Ryan explained.

“Creepy,” Syl said after a moment.

“Yeah...so, I was hoping I could get a tour of the ship...”

“Oh! Of course. I'd love to.”

Syl stood up, setting down her tablet on the central table. Ryan stood up as well. He studied her as they left the recreational room. She was about average height and weight for a xenian. He'd be surprised if she broke five feet and a hundred pounds. Her skin was lighter than Emily's, a ghostly white that came with her people. She wore short-shorts and a simple blue t-shirt with no shoes or socks. Her hair was pulled back into a simple, functional ponytail. Ryan wondered what the big deal was with xenians. Except for the way their eyes glowed, the slight point their ears came to, and a few extra angles in their faces, they were basically petite humans.

Well, that and the silver tech studding their bodies, but it wasn't like people didn't have piercings or similar technology either. Ryan found himself looking at her tight butt as she walked ahead of him. Her hips had a very nice curve to them inside of her shorts. She took him all the way back to the end of the corridor, to the engine room. Opening it, she stepped in, turned and motioned for him to join her. He came in and looked around.

There were two small workspaces, one on either side of the entryway in little alcoves. One looked untouched and unused, the other was cluttered with tools and pieces of technology. Directly ahead of them was the engine room itself. It wasn't very big, as it was really just a compartment through which they could access all the important components of the engine itself.

“So, this is my workspace,” Syl said. “I set one up for you once Emily explained her plan. I'll be happy to fill you in on the details.”

As she turned and left, continuing the tour, Ryan fought the urge to say something about how he'd be happy to fill her in. He still didn't know if Syl would be one of the ones putting him to work, and he didn't want to impose himself and make it awkward. They continued down the hallway, passing by the doors to the bedrooms.

“As far as I know, Colleen and Angel are both in their rooms. Angel had a hard mission before, so she's probably sleeping it off. Colleen is probably just being usual asocial self,” Syl continued.

Next, she took him to the medical room where Colleen would be doing her job, should it be needed. It was a small room with a pair of examination tables and a bunch of cabinets and a sink. It made him uncomfortable. It smelled like a hospital and he'd never liked those. Syl continued with the tour, showing him a few storage rooms and then the kitchen.

“I spent a lot of time in here,” she said as they stepped in.

Ryan looked around. It had a nice, homey feel to it. Cabinets, a dishwasher, a heating unit, a nice big fridge, and a chromed double sink. There was even a small table and chairs set in the middle of the room, like an island.

“That's because you have a hyper-metabolism, right?” he replied.

“Yeah,” Syl said, smiling softly. “How'd you know that?”

“I like alien cultures. I do research on them in my free time,” Ryan replied.

“That's good to hear, since we're basically all non-human on the ship. You'll have to put in a request for food or come out with us the next time me and Angel do a food run. Which we'll probably be doing later today. Come on.”

She led him out of the kitchen and to the armory. This part of the setup didn't surprise him, it was the kind of thing he expected from mercenaries. There were lockers, crates, and glass cases holding all manner of guns and ammo. A workspace was put along the back of the room where they likely worked on the guns and armor.

“This is where I spend some of my time, as well. And you will, too. The girls tend to work hard when they're out there and if we want them coming back alive, we need to make sure their gear is in top working condition,” Syl explained.

“Sounds simple enough,” Ryan replied.

The last stop on the tour was the cockpit. It was a small, angular room packed with all manner of technology and gear.

“Who flies the ship?” Ryan asked.

“Technically, I do, but this thing pretty much flies itself,” Syl replied.

They stood there in the cockpit for a moment, then she said, “come on,” and led him back out into the main hallway. They moved back down it, towards the bedrooms.

“So, we going to meet the others?” Ryan asked after a moment of silence.

Syl stopped, turned and reached out, taking his hand. There was something different in her face now, like she was going from friendly to something more.

“I was hoping you and I could get to know each other a little better first,” she said softly, smiling more now. There was a curious mixture of shyness and sultry seduction there. She began leading him towards her bedroom.

“Oh...I didn't know if you'd be interested or not,” Ryan said quietly.

“Duh! Of course I'm interested. You're cute, you're obviously into not-human girls,” Syl replied, opening her door.

They went inside and she closed and locked it behind them.

Unlike Emily, who had been fast and vicious and rough, it was much slower with Syl.

She led him over to her bed and lifted the blankets, getting beneath them. He laid down under the blankets with her.

“Lights, dim,” she said, and the lights dimmed almost to darkness.

He felt her hands beneath the blanket as she shifted closer to him. Ryan felt his heart hammering in his chest as he felt her tug at his shirt. There was something significantly more intimate about this encounter. He shed his shirt, tossing it aside, onto the floor, and slipped one hand beneath Syl's shirt. He slipped it around to the inverse curve of her lower back, feeling the smooth, warm skin there. More than warm, she was almost hot. A random fact came back to him then: all the technology in their bodies raised xenian's natural body temperature to something like a hundred and four degrees, as opposed to the normal ninety eight point six of humans.

Her lips met his in the dim light.

He felt her lips part and her tongue snaked in. It was slightly smaller and narrower than he was used to, which caused him to hesitate for a second. Syl had closed her eyes, but now they popped back open and she pulled back.

“Am I-is that right?” she asked. “The tongue, that's what humans do, right?”

“Yeah. It's fine,” he replied. “It's just-”

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to,” she said, speaking faster. “I don't want to make you if you don't want to.”

“Syl,” he leaned out and kissed her firmly on the lips, putting his hand over the back of her neck. She let out a startled, though not displeased, sound. He pulled back. “You can relax. I want this. It's just that your tongue is a little smaller than I was used to. It surprised me, that's all,” he said.

“Okay, I mean, if you're sure-”

“Syl, I'm sure. I like the alien girls. Especially xenians. And you're unusually attractive, even for a xenian, and I'd love to share your bed and get to know you. You can relax. Here.” He reached down and began pulling at her shirt. She helped him get it off and tossed it aside. She wasn't wearing a bra. He laid down on top of her, moving a little bit further down the bed so that his head was level with her chest. He studied her small, pale, nicely rounded breasts.

She shifted a little uncomfortably. “I understand that human men like larger breasts, but xenian women don't usually-” He cut her off as he licked one of her small, pale pink nipples. She let out a shuddering moan and fell silent.

Ryan went to work, first kissing along the hot skin of her breasts. He worked his way between them, passing over a stud of metal in between her breasts, and then focused on her nipples. First one, then the other. He kissed them, then licked them, listening to her moan in pleasure. Then he began sucking on them, not too hard. There was something small and delicate about Syl. After a few minutes of this, he stopped and looked up at her.

“I like your breasts,” he said simply.

She nodded and smiled at him. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Don't thank me yet,” he replied, then slid further down the length of her.

“What-” she began to reply, then fell silent once more as he grabbed her shorts and pulled them down and off.

He tossed them aside and stared at her, fully naked now. She really was very beautiful. He ran his hands along her trim thighs, feeling the occasional bump of a technology node, continuing until he came to her hips. In between her legs, her pussy was slim and smooth and without hair. He remembered hearing somewhere that Xenians had no hair on their body save for that on their head, their eyebrows, and eyelashes.

Ryan put a hand between her thighs to part them and she complied, opening her legs for him. He lowered his head, resting his hands on her hips and, reaching in and using his thumbs, parted the wet lips of her pussy. He heard her gasp softly. Ryan slowly lowered his head and found her small white clitoris. Letting his breath out, the warm air washing across her most delicate parts, he heard her draw in her own breath in anticipation.

Ryan extended his tongue, letting the tip of it slide against her clit. Syl twitched and let out a low, long moan. He began massaging her clit with the tip of his tongue, pressing against it in quick, rapid strokes. Syl began panting, moaning occasionally, muttering to herself. Ryan kept going, moving faster, switching it up between using just the tip of his tongue and the entire thing. Syl's voice became higher pitched as she cried out.

Then, he kicked it up another notch, slipping a finger inside of her and pressing up, into her most sensitive spot. He heard her gasp and then, suddenly, there was a wet release of hot juices as she let out a prolonged, loud scream. Her orgasm lasted for several seconds and her liquids sprayed across his fingers and hand down to his wrist and across his face. Ryan pulled his head back as she called for him to stop.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes, oh wow, oh...I'm sorry,” she breathed, “I didn't mean...oh it's all on your face,” she murmured, looking down at him. Her cheeks were wet.

“Are you...crying?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, sniffing, wiping at her eyes and cheeks. “Don't worry! It's a good thing. That was a lot more than, well, I've ever had.”

“Really?” Ryan asked, sitting up and putting his arms back, resting on the heels of his palms as he watched her sit up.

“Yeah. Xenian men aren't really known for their patience or...foreplay abilities.” She shrugged and finished wiping her eyes. “Oh man, I made a real mess...good thing our body chemist is compatible and we're not poison to each other.”

“It's no big deal, I don't mind,” Ryan said, standing up and moving to the bathroom. He washed off his hands and face. As he was doing this, Syl came in with an armful of sheets and blankets.

“Sorry,” she said, “I'm very...well, clean, I guess.”

“Not a problem, I get it,” Ryan replied.

He finished drying himself off as she put her bed dressing in the combination washer-dryer, then followed her back into the bedroom and helped her put some fresh sheets back on. They laid back down together.

“Now what?” Ryan asked.

Some of the passion had left him in the interlude, but seeing as he hadn't gotten his dick wet yet, he could still go from zero to sixty in nothing flat. Syl was smiling happily at him. She suddenly stood back up.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” she said, getting down on her knees.

“Okay...what's happening?” he asked.

“I'm repaying the favor before we get down to it. I think that's fair. I've done...research on human mating rituals and it seems like a favorable thing to happen is for you to orgasm on my face. Is that something you'd like?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Well,” Ryan said, sitting in front of her now, opening his legs a bit to give her easier access, “something you've got to understand about porn is that it's pretty unrealistic and exaggerated...but it would be nice if you could do that for me.”

Syl's smile widened. “Then I shall.”

She wrapped one of her small hands around his cock, which was already hard again, and slipped it into her hot, wet mouth. Ryan let his head fall back and closed his eyes, a groan escaping his throat. Syl immediately set to work, both sucking him off and jerking him off simultaneously. His breath starting coming faster, his heart beating harder.

“Oh, Syl...” he moaned.

He was beginning to wonder if he might have an actual relationship with Syl, as opposed to quickies and flings, like he was probably going to have with Emily. He glanced down at her, she was looking up at him, her eyes still glowing, wide and focused. He stared back into her eyes, finding them compelling, almost hypnotizing as she bobbed her head even faster. He felt the warmth of her mouth, her lips, her tongue, which slipped over the head of his dick over and over. His cock was throbbing, already ready to blow off.

“Shit, Syl, now!” he managed as he discovered he couldn't hold onto his orgasm any longer even if he wanted to.

She slipped it from her mouth and lifted it slightly, continuing to jerk him off. Her fist pumped up and down and he started letting off. Thick, stringy white gobs shot from his dick and coated her face in narrow spurts. He groaned, his entire body shuttering from the waves of pleasure that lapped through his entire being. Syl opened her mouth. Some of it got on her lips, in her hair, on her cheeks and nose and into her mouth.

When he was done, still smiling, Syl leaned forward and slipped his dick back into her mouth, then slowly extracted it, her lips pressed firmly together. When it was out again, her small pink tongue flicked out and licked a bit more of his seed that remained.

“So that's what it tastes like,” she said, standing up. “It's salty. I like salty things,” she said, turning and going to the bathroom.

Ryan collapsed back onto the bed, his eyes closed, still feeling the residual pleasure from his orgasm. He hoped his refraction period wouldn't be too long, he still really wanted to fuck her, wanted to know what it was like to make love to a xenian. Emily had still been technically human, so he still didn't know what it was like to fuck an alien.

But he knew what it was like to get a blowjob from one, and to let his huge load off all over her beautiful pale face.

He heard her gargle and spit.

Syl returned a moment later, all cleaned up, and smiled.

“Did I satisfy?” she asked.

“That was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life,” Ryan replied, and he meant it.

Syl smiled wider. “Really!?”

“Yes, really. Truly. Thank you so much.”

“Well...you're welcome.”

They got back into bed together and, for a long moment, merely lay together, side by side. There was peace, for a few minutes, but it didn't last long. Before long, Ryan found himself kissing Syl again, tasting her. She tasted, faintly, like sugar. His hand drifted across the warm topography of her body, touching her in all the places he wasn't supposed to in 'polite society'. Her small, firm breasts, the curve of her hip, her tight ass.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, running a small finger up the bottom of his dick, which was stiffening again. She gripped it and ran her thumb across the head. Her hands were small, smooth, hot, and a little wet. “Fuck me hard,” she said, a little louder.

“Gladly,” Ryan replied.

They shifted. She moved to the middle of the bed and opened her legs for him once more. He got on top of her, in between her slim thighs, and maneuvered his now hard cock, still slick with her saliva, up to the opening of her vagina.

He slipped it inside.

“Easy,” she whispered, shuddering, “easy...oh, it feels big,” she moaned.

He worked it in, inch by inch.

Syl was incredibly tight.

He began going in and out of her, slowly, gently, easing himself into her tightly coiled heat. She was very wet inside. With each thrust, he let himself in a little bit deeper. Syl twitched and moaned beneath him, shivering in pleasure, her thin legs spread wide. She looked up at him with her luminous white eyes, her mouth open, tongue running along her thin, pale pink lips. Ryan leaned down and kissed her. She moaned and immediately wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss. Before long, he was all the way in her, fully penetrating her tight pussy.

“Yes,” she whispered, the word stretching into a cry of pleasure.

Ryan started rocking back and forth, making love to the petite alien, feeling her muscles working, gripping him. The pleasure tore into him. She was very, very hot inside, hotter than Emily had been, noticeably hotter. If he hadn't already blown a load all over her pretty, angular, pale face, Ryan was sure he'd be genuinely fighting to hold onto his orgasm. As it was, he knew it was going to be difficult. He didn't want to get a reputation as someone who blew off too early. He worked to please Syl, kissing her deeply as he continued fucking her.

She clawed at his back and cried out into his mouth as he pushed a little bit deeper and harder. He decided it was time to switch it up. Ryan pulled back, getting up on his knees.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Changing the angle,” he replied.

He reached down and got his arms beneath her legs. “I hope you're flexible,” he said.

“I am,” she said.

He brought her legs up, gripping her ankles, and pushed them behind her head, to the pillow. Syl gasped and moaned as he shifted to get the perfect angle, then kept fucking her. From the way she began crying out, he figured he had it. The head of his dick was now perfectly hitting her g-spot. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Syl screamed.

Suddenly, he felt her muscles spasm, grip his length tighter, then, abruptly, in a torrential spray, Syl orgasmed, spraying his thighs, hips, and stomach with her juices. “Mmm, put my legs down, lay on top of me, kiss me,” she demanded suddenly.

He complied, letting go of her legs. As soon as he did, she wrapped her slender limbs, all four of them, around him, gripping him tightly. He groaned as she forced him deeper into her, pulling on him, and he laid down fully on top of her, kissing her passionately. He started fucking her faster, harder, feeling his orgasm swelling. He wanted to release another load deep inside of her, put his seed far within her.

“Syl, I'm going to-I need to-”

“Do it!” she cried. “Do it! Fill me up!” she moaned.

He kept going, faster and faster, holding her tightly now, their foreheads touching, eyes locked. Something twitched inside of him and he released for the fourth time that day. He felt his dick pulsing and he thrust deeper into her with each spurt. They had locked lips, both of them moaning, kissing, as he came in her.

When it was over, he collapsed atop her, then pulled out of her and rolled over onto his side. She immediately turned on her side, facing away from him, and pressed her back against his chest. He pulled the blankets over them and threw an arm over her.

“Thank you,” she said after a moment's silence.

“I should be thanking you,” Ryan replied sleepily. “That was...amazing. Wonderful. I just hope I did a good job.”

“With me, it doesn't have to be a job,” Syl said softly. “I can already tell, I can tell fast about people, I really like you...a lot. I think we could have something. Xenians are good at figuring stuff like that out,” she said.

“I...” Ryan hesitated. “Is that going to cause problems? I mean, with the others.”

Syl laughed. “No, cutie. We girls don't mind sharing.”

Ryan sighed with relief. “Good. That's good,” he murmured.

“You sound tired,” Syl said.

“Well, I took two shuttle flights to get here and didn't get much sleep last night. On top of that, I've just had sex three times in a three hour span,” he replied.

Syl settled deeper into his embrace. “Then we'll sleep,” she said. “The others can wait. For now, you're all mine, and we can sleep. I'm tired, too. You really took it out of me.”

“More like I put it into you,” Ryan murmured tiredly, then laughed.

“Lame joke,” she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

“I guess so,” Ryan whispered, so comfortable and close to sleep now that he was having a hard time focusing.

He laid there like that, spooning a cute alien woman, both of them naked and warm and comfortable beneath the blankets, and drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 03

Ryan woke from his sleep very confused, unsure of where he was or who, after a moment passed, was in bed with him. Then, slowly, it came back to him. He was aboard the Hellcat, lying next to a beautiful, friendly xenian woman named Syl.

And he was, undeniably, horny.

He was so turned on that it was difficult to think. His erection felt like a steel bar between his legs. He couldn't even figure out why he was so horny, but could remember, vaguely, that this happened sometimes. Maybe it was dream or maybe it was something else or maybe-he didn't care. Ryan reached out beneath the blankets.

He and Syl had drifted apart during their sleep. Shifting closer, he found her shoulder, gripped it, and shook her awake. She came awake with a soft gasp.

“Ryan?” she whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he said. “I-we-can we do it?” he mumbled, getting closer to her.

“What? Yes. Yeah, sure...” He felt her hand slip down and grip him. “Wow,” she whispered, “you're hard as metal. What brought this on?” she asked, grinning sleepily as she rolled over onto her back. He all but scrambled on top of her.

“I don't know,” he replied, getting her legs open. “I'm like crazy turned on right now.”

“Mmm...me too,” she said. “Get in me.”

He had her legs open now. Confused images of her pale face in the starlight haunted him as he slid inside of her. Her mouth opened, eyes wide, glowing in the darkness, lighting things up. He groaned as he slipped into her tight, wet opening. Almost entirely unable to control himself, he began rocking back and forth eagerly, his motions fast and frantic. She accepted his entire throbbing length. She was wetter and hotter than when they'd first done it. He wrapped his arms around her thin frame, holding her close.

She locked her arms and legs around him, locked their lips together, and pressed against him with her own hips in sync with his thrusting. It was fast and hard and furious. Syl was panting, her fingernails digging into his back, moaning his name over and over. Her eyes, which she had squeezed shut, suddenly popped open.

“I want to be on top,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied. “Hold still.”

Gripping her tightly to him with one arm, he pushed up with the other and rolled over onto his back. Now that their positions were reversed, Syl seemed to unfold, blossoming like a flower as she straightened up and propped herself up on her knees. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of her bedroom, he could see her more clearly. He watched her small, firm breasts begin to bounce as she rode him, sliding herself up and down his length, her movements sure and rapid. Ryan reached out, gripping her slim hips, and began driving up into her. She gasped as she really began to bounce. Inside, she was hotter and wetter than ever.

“Oh...fuck!” she moaned, leaning forward and putting her small, pale hands on his chest. “Oh Ryan!” she screamed.

He felt her begin to orgasm, her hot liquids coming out in a powerful spray across him just as he began to let off, sending pulses of raw pleasure deep into her, filling her up with his seed. When they had both finished, she collapsed on top of him and lay there like that. He was still somewhat hard, still inside her.

“Now that was a good fuck,” she said.

“Yes,” Ryan murmured, getting tired again. “I've heard middle-of-the-night or morning sex is always best.”

“I'll keep it mind,” Syl replied, rolling off of him and curling up.

Within minutes, they were both asleep again.

…

Emily poked through the fridge, hunting for breakfast.

Syl had apparently taken her advice to heart: she’d been in Ryan’s room for the entire night, and she’d heard Syl screaming like a little slut more than once. Which was good, Syl needed to get laid. They all did, honestly. Okay, well, except for Angel.

Angel could take care of herself when it came to finding fuck friends.

After selecting a package of bacon and a carton of eggs, Emily fired up the stovetop and set to work. She was starving and given her enormous frame and lifestyle, she had to keep up a pretty strong stream of food. By the time she’d laid down a dozen strips of bacon and had a dozen eggs going for scrambled eggs, Colleen came in.

“Hey, you hungry?” she asked.

“Yeah, and that smells good, but I’m hoping to get breakfast on the station,” Colleen replied.

Emily turned and looked at her pink-furred friend. She looked...grumpy. Then again, Colleen often did. Yeah, she could do with a hard dicking. “You gonna take our new boy out for breakfast?” she asked.

“If he ever comes out of his fucking room,” Colleen muttered. “Syl’s with him, I think.”

“Yeah. Me and Syl have already dipped in, so to speak. I think you’ll really like him, Colleen. He’s...sweet. And he fucks pretty good.”

Colleen sighed. “This is humiliating,” she growled, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall by the door.

“What? Why?”

“We basically hired some dude to fuck us.”

“Colleen, people hire people to fuck them like all the time.”

“Yeah, but he’s a human.”

“I mean...that was the idea, wasn’t it? You not into human boys anymore?”

“No! I am, dammit, I just...” she huffed another sigh. “I haven’t had the best track record with them.”

“Colleen...just give him a chance, okay? Just enjoy yourself, don’t be so uptight.”

“Whatever,” Colleen growled, and walked out of the room.

Emily shook her head and returned to her meal.

Yeah, she definitely needed to get laid. Big time.

...

“So, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything, but you don't really strike me as a mercenary,” Ryan said.

They were both awake now and getting dressed. Ryan was surprised to find that they had been out for nearly thirteen hours. It was now sometime around breakfast for the mercenary crew, though it was sometime around lunch for Ryan, since he had been on a different time-frame when he'd joined up with the crew. But now, he decided, was a good as time as ever to get in sync with the crew that now employed him.

“I know,” Syl replied, pulling on a new shirt. “Part of it is, that's the point. Everyone underestimates xenians. But make no mistake, I can dropkick you twenty feet. If I had to, I could tear your arm off or break your neck like a twig.”

“Your implants,” Ryan said after a moment. “I knew that...I guess all the sex made me forget. That and, well, you just look so...fragile.”

Syl laughed. “Everyone thinks that. But really I don't do any fighting unless I have to. I go with the girls whenever they need someone actually there, in the flesh, to crack a mainframe or something, but otherwise I'm here.”

She stopped talking and they looked at each other for a moment. “So, now what?” Ryan asked.

“Well, I probably shouldn't keep you all to myself. You should go see if either of the other girls are interested,” Syl said finally, sounding a little reluctant.

“Okay. I guess I'll see you around,” Ryan replied.

“See you.”

He turned and left her room, looking around to see if anyone else was in the main hallway with him. But there was no one, he was alone. Crossing over to his room, he opened the door and stepped inside. He called for lights and crossed to dresser. Pulling open one of the drawers, Ryan pulled out a fresh set of clothes for himself. He was going through them quickly. His normal lifestyle made it so that he didn't have to shower or change every day. He usually did it every third day. He knew some people might find that gross, but Ryan didn't really sweat, he wasn't messy, so there was really no urgent need to change every day.

That was going to change.

One of the things he planned on doing was going shopping. He had about half a dozen different changes of clothes. They were largely jeans and t-shirts with a single long-sleeve shirt since he rarely existed in a place that wasn't environment controlled. He grabbed boxers, socks, a black t-shirt, and jeans from his dwindling supplies of clean clothes and moved to the bathroom. Shucking his current outfit off and tossing it into the washer-dryer unit, he set the fresh clothes on the counter, then crossed to the shower and turned it up hot.

His mind was still reeling.

As he stepped into the shower and began to wash off, he couldn't help but think about the two women he'd been with over the past day. They filled his thoughts, invaded his mind with their naked breasts and curvy hips. He could still hear them moaning, begging for more. Ryan had never thought of himself as a particularly handsome person, nor someone who was good at sex. It had been good and passionate with his first girlfriend, but weren't first relationships always like that? No way to really measure yourself.

He thought about what he had told Syl earlier, about porn. Something he'd picked up on was it wasn't necessarily the physical assets you brought to bed, it was more about how turned on you were. How much you liked the person you were fucking. Syl seemed to like him. Even if he was an average-looking or maybe even leaning towards unattractive person, Syl didn't care. She cared that he was human, and it probably helped that they seemed to have compatible personalities. The reverse of that was, Ryan didn't know how attractive Syl was by xenian standards, she might even be considered ugly in her culture, but he thought she was ridiculously beautiful.

Ryan finished showering and grabbed a towel. He dried off, then brushed his teeth and put on some deodorant. As he dressed, he found his thoughts drifting towards the other two women. A dysil and a cyvit. Much like the xenians, he had fantasized a lot about both of them. They were both attractive, both humanoid, with a few notable differences. Ryan finished dressing and headed back into his room. He lingered in it for a moment, wondering if maybe he had time for a bit of downtime, and then his door chimed.

“Open,” he said.

The door slid open to reveal a pink-furred cyvit.

“Hi,” she said softly, looking in at him. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Ryan replied.

He looked her up and down as she stepped lightly into his room. This must be...what had been her name? Something starting with a C. He felt bad for forgetting, but already his heart was kicking in his chest.

She was very beautiful.

Cyvits were essentially cat people. They had the same roughly average proportions of humans, similar heights and weights, two eyes, two arms, two legs and a head. Though they did have tails. Their faces resembled that of a curious mixture between a person and a feline, and their ears poked up, just like a cats, though they lacked whiskers and they didn't have claws. The one standing before him was a few inches shorter than he was, average weight, though she seemed to be hidden inside of slightly baggy clothes. She had clear, green eyes and bright pink fur.

“Hi,” she said, sounding shy but determined. “I want you to take me on a date.”

“Um...okay?” Ryan replied, more than a little confused.

“I know about...why Emily hired you. I was actually kind of the one who gave her the idea. I don't really have any illusions about this set up, I know you'll sleep with me, but before we do that, I'd like to at least pretend that we went on a date before I take you back to my bedroom and fuck you,” she said, sounding almost defiant.

“I...don't know what kind of idea you had about me, but I have nothing against being your friend. I have no problem spending time with you. I'm...not a jerk,” he said, feeling defensive.

“This...isn't how I planned it,” she replied after hesitating for a second.

“Well, what were you expecting?”

“You to be a jerk human who is only reluctantly taking this job because of the money. It seems to be the only way to get you human men to sleep with us dirty cyvits.”

“I don't think that's fair,” Ryan said after a minute.

She kept staring at him, her features hard and angry, then, suddenly, her shoulders slumped and her features softened. “You're right, you're right, I'm sorry. Ugh. I just...” she stopped speaking for a moment, took a deep breath and let it out. “I'm sorry. Really.” She stepped forward, hesitated a moment further, then stuck out one pink-furred hand.

“I'm Colleen,” she said.

“Ryan,” he replied, shaking it. Her fur was very soft and warm.

“I was going to go out for breakfast on the station. Would you join me?”

“Yeah, I'd love to. I'm starving. Also, I don't want to impose or anything, but I'm going to need some more clothes. Would you mind shopping with me?”

“No, not at all,” Colleen replied, sounding more at ease as the conversation progressed.

“Let's go then.”

...

They ate breakfast at a place called Jack's Diner.

It was a quiet place of booths and tables, though there were only humans in the building. Ryan noticed that Colleen seemed a little uncomfortable as they stepped in. She hesitated, looking around, seeing all the people who were eating their breakfast foods, and some of them looked up at her, too. Ryan frowned, noticing a few disapproving looks, and he reached and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together.

“Come on, babe,” he said, bringing her hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of it. “Let's sit down.”

He led her to the nearest booth and they slid in, sitting next to each other, Ryan sitting on the outside of the seat.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That was really nice.”

“I hate the attitude between our species,” Ryan replied.

“It's still a little awkward in here,” she murmured.

“Ignore them. Let's order and talk. Tell me about yourself,” Ryan replied, looking down at the holographic menu.

Colleen was silent for a moment, contemplating the menu. Finally, she selected some biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon and milk. Ryan ordered a cheese omelet, bacon, and milk. He pressed his thumb down and paid for it.

“You didn't have to,” Colleen said. “I've probably got the most money between the two of us.”

“It's fine, we're on a date,” Ryan replied.

She smiled. They sat in silence for a moment.

“Come on, tell me about yourself. How'd you get into this life?”

Colleen laughed and seemed to really relax. “It's nothing too surprising, I guess. I grew up in a human city. I can't remember why, but my dad moved us there and my mom didn't like it. I remember that much. I think it was something to do with his job. Anyway, it wasn't as bad as you'd think it was. This was back when cyvits and humans were becoming integrated, so there was all this political pressure. Anyone who was even remotely racist towards me or my family, or any of the others in the city, were made examples of in the media. But that was then. I noticed it started getting bad when I was teenager. By then, enough time had passed that no one really cared anymore and I guess it was cool to start discriminating in public against us,” she explained, her voice growing bitter.

“Despite that, I grew up in human culture, and took a liking to it. The other thing I took a liking to was medicine. I don't know why, it just...made sense to me. I took advance and preliminary college courses in high school. By the time I graduated, I hit college and grabbed a medical degree in four years. I was a certified medic and I hit the galaxy, looking for a job. I know I seem really shy and quiet, and I am, but I'm a totally different person when I'm doing my job. Anyway, I could only find work at a cyvit colony. I did that for a year and hated it. Then, all of a sudden, this Amazonian comes in needing life-saving surgery. She'd take several nasty, poison bullets. On top of digging the bullets out, she needed a blood replacement and a new liver.

“That was Emily,” Colleen said, smiling fondly at the memory.

Their food came and for a moment they ate. Slowly, in between bites, Colleen picked back up the story. “Emily was so impressed with my work that she offered me a job on her ship. I was tired of my job there and decided 'why the fuck not?' And here I am, three years later. It's been a pretty wild ride, but it's been a lot of fun and very lucrative.”

They finished their meal as she talked and when they were done, decided to walk around the station and see what else there was to do.

“What about you? How'd you get here?” she asked as they left the diner.

“It's boring,” Ryan replied.

She nudged him, then took his hand in hers and laced their fingers. “Come on, give it up,” she said.

He chuckled and began to tell her his boring life story as they worked their way along the main thoroughfare of the station.

“I was born and raised on the edge of a big colony city. It was pretty boring. Standard shit all the way. My parents were techs...”

He continued on, trying desperately to think of anything worth saying. He stumbled through his high school history, then lurched through getting his degree and was just beginning to talk about his job when something interested happened. They had come to a clothing store and been gathering up clothes Ryan might buy.

Now he was in a changing room, trying them on.

“Come on, get out here, I want to see,” Colleen complained.

Ryan sighed, finished adjusting the pants and stepped out of the changing room. He came into the alcove outside the long row of changing rooms. Colleen sat on one of the metal benches, looking up at him, still hidden inside her baggy black hoodie and loose-fitting black cargo pants. She stood and smiled as he came out.

“I don't see what the big deal is,” he replied uncertainly, looking down at himself. He glanced up at her, “They're just pants. I mean, they're jeans.”

“I liked the cargo pants better,” she replied.

“Okay. I'll grab ten of those cargo pants, five in black, five in gray, and then we can grab some t-shirts and hoodies and head back to the ship,” he replied, turning.

“Wait,” Colleen replied.

“What?” he asked, pausing and glancing back at her. He noticed something new had crept into her smile. It was no longer a smile, but a coy smirk.

“How about I help you in there?”

“I...uh...yeah, that would, um, be-”

“Wow, you really do get that...what did Emily say? 'Deer caught in the headlights look'. It's adorable,” Colleen said, coming towards him.

She took a quick look around the narrow alcove, saw no one, grabbed his hand and stepped into the changing room, pulling him in after her. Ryan felt a sudden rush of sexually-charged adrenaline shoot through him as he closed the door. Her hand was soft and warm. She turned to face him, grabbed him, and began kissing him.

Ryan responded as fully as he could, slipping a hand over the back of her neck and deepening the kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. He tried not to let its unusual shape and texture startle him like it had with Syl. It was thin and slightly rough, but still very nice. She pressed him up against the door, slipping her hands around him. He did the same, first touching her back, then lowering them until he had them around her ass.

He braced himself for some kind of negative reaction, he still didn't know exactly where he and Colleen stood, but she didn't say or do anything. She kept making out with him. Ryan slipped his fingers into her pants. He paused for a moment when he realized she wasn't wearing panties. He pushed his hand down further, cupping her ass.

“Is this okay?” he whispered into her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed back.

He was surprised to find a nice, warm handful ass waiting for him. Her baggy clothes hid her figure, which was fuller than her thin, narrow face would suggest. And from the way her chest was pushing up against him, it seemed that she was pleasantly padded in that area as well. All of a sudden, she pulled back and looked at him. There was a new fire in her sharp green eyes, something that hadn't been there before.

“Fuck me,” she said. Not a request, a command.

“Um, okay,” he said.

She dropped to her knees and grabbed at his pants. He leaned back against the closed door and let her do her thing. She dug him out of his pants, staring at his rock hard cock for a second, then opened her mouth and slipped it in. Ryan groaned as he felt that wet, warm envelope of pure pleasure consume him. She began bobbing her head, working up a good mouthful of spit. He put his hand on the back of her head, his eyes closing, losing himself inside of her. She kept bobbing her head until suddenly she extracted his dick and looked up at him.

Without saying anything, she stood up, turned around and walked to the bench that sat beside a full length mirror. She bent over, fidgeting with her pants and then letting them drop and pool around her ankles. She put her hands flat against the wall, bending over a little further. Ryan took a moment to stare at her round, well-padded, pink-furred ass and then hurried across the room. He guided his cock into her, in between her legs. Rock hard, coated in her saliva, he slid into her. He heard her moan softly and felt her shudder.

Gripping her hips, Ryan began to slide in and out of her. She felt very tight, very wet, and very hot. Not as hot within as Syl had been, but still nicely heated. He kept going, gripping her hips, hearing her moaning softly, trying not to be too loud. He grinned and began going harder and faster, trying to make her make noise.

“Stop,” she moaned. “Not too much, they'll hear us,” she whispered, her voice ragged with sex and passion.

“I thought you wanted to do it in here,” Ryan replied, “that's part of the deal.”

“No, please,” she whispered.

He reached around her, slipped his hand in between her legs, found her clit and began rubbing it. She gasped and cried out.

“No, no, please, I'll be too loud,” she whispered.

He relented, instead opting to slip both hands up underneath her hoodie and the thin shirt she wore beneath it. He slid his hands up, getting them around her breasts, and was happy to find two warm, thick handfuls waiting for him. First, he ran his fingers across her nipples, causing her to moan again, then he cupped his hands around her soft, furred breasts and began massaging them, groping them.

“Can I finish in you?” he asked, his own voice sounding strained now.

“No,” she panted, “I don't have a way to clean up. Go in my mouth, okay? Just tell me when, I'll swallow it.”

“Okay...fuck, go now!” he replied.

He pulled out of her and she gasped, then turned around and dropped to her knees. He barely managed to get it into her mouth before he started letting off. She gently bobbed her head, working his shaft with her small but powerful fingers, sucking him dry. He put his hands on the wall to keep himself supported.

“Oh, fuck, Colleen...” he groaned, his vision becoming unfocused, his legs trembling.

She kept sucking until he'd run dry, then swallowed and slowly extracted his cock from her mouth. She licked the tip of it and looked up at him, smiling. “How was that?”

“That was...really, really good,” he replied, putting himself away and zipping up.

“I agree,” Colleen said, getting to her feet. She ran her tongue over her lips, then made a face. “Ugh, sorry, it kind of tastes bad.”

“No, it's fine. Thanks for swallowing. Let's go get you a drink.”

“That would be very appreciated.”

He changed back out of the pants, ordered six black cargo pants and six gray, then a dozen black t-shirts, two hoodies, and another pair of black sneakers to be sent to the Hellcat. Ryan paid and they left, heading next door to a taco joint and sat down at one of the booths.

“Hungry again?” Colleen asked.

“Yeah, kind of, you?” he replied.

“I could eat.”

They ordered tacos and sodas. After a moment of silence, it occurred to Ryan that their silence was no longer awkward but peaceful.

He decided to ask her a question that had been bugging him.

“I was curious...” He hesitated.

“What?” she replied.

“Well...why were you so sure I was going to be a jerk when we first me?”

Colleen slowly lost her smile, and for a moment, he was certain that he'd fucked up whatever connection they'd built. But when she responded, she didn't sound overly upset or sad.

“When I was younger, I paid a human male escort to...you know...show me a good time. And he was the biggest jerk about it. He did it, but it was like he was so disgusted the entire time. Like it was this big fucking horrible deal. It...kind of soured me,” she explained.

“So why not date another cyvit? Or a dysil?”

She shrugged uncomfortably. “I don't even know why, but it's just like...I'm only into humans. I don't even like cyvits. I mean, I guess a lot of it has to do with growing up on a human colony but...” she sighed. “I don't know, it's just something I'm stuck with. Maybe I'll feel differently when I'm older but, I just want human guys now. Well...” she hesitated.

“Well what?” Ryan prodded after a moment.

“There is someone else I've wanted to do sexy things with but...I guess I've been too shy.”

Ryan smirked. “Who?”

“I don't want to tell you,” she said. “It's someone on the ship,” she added quickly.

Ryan's eyebrows shot up. “It's another woman?” he asked.

“Yeah. I've kind of wanted to do things with human women, too, but I've pretty much tried to shut that down, because, you know, if I can't even get the boys to like me, what's the point of trying to get the girls to like me?”

“Is it Emily?” he asked after a moment.

“No, it's not Emily.”

Their food came. They both ate in silence and as they did, Ryan mulled over the information. If it wasn't Emily that Colleen was secretly into, that only left Syl and the dysil...what had been her name? It came to him after a moment: Angel. Unless it was one of the other women who came and went on the ship. He found himself distracted by the thought of Colleen doing sexy things with one of the other women. Maybe he could get in on it.

They finished their meal and left.

“Now what?” Ryan asked.

“Well...I was thinking maybe we could go back to the ship and fuck,” Colleen replied.

Ryan stopped for a moment and Colleen tugged on his hand. “Oh,” he replied.

“Would you like that?” she asked.

“Yes.”

…

They made their way back to the ship, holding hands, fingers laced together. Ryan found himself worrying about the interconnected relationships. He really believed that Emily was going to be able to just fuck him and pass him along. The most complication he could see from her was perhaps cutting into someone else's time. But Syl and Colleen, especially Colleen, seemed attached to him. Would they be able to divorce sex from romance? Or, at the very least, would they be able to share him romantically without it becoming a big deal?

And then there was Ryan himself.

He really had a thing for Syl, he could tell that right away. She was beautiful, sweet, and obviously very intelligent in similar ways to him. He'd always wanted to sleep with a xenian more than any other species. But then there was Colleen. While her initial hostility had concerned him and turned him off a little bit, now that they were warming up to each other, he could tell that they were a lot alike, and that they were very compatible, both sexually and emotionally. Would he be able to keep from falling in love with either of these wonderful women?

He was still thinking about this as they moved through the airlocks and stepped into the main corridor of the ship.

They passed Emily on the way towards Colleen's bedroom. Emily stopped them and smirked at Colleen. “So, it looks like you actually went ahead and took my advice, huh? Couldn't resist?” she asked coyly, her smirk growing.

“I didn't say I wasn't going to,” Colleen replied quietly, obviously embarrassed.

“Well, I'm glad you're going for it. He's a good fuck.”

Emily smiled, leaned in, kissed Ryan on the lips, then kept walking. He turned to watch her go, for a second wholly focused on her huge ass, then felt Colleen grab him by the jaw and turn his head back around.

He found himself staring into her green cat eyes. “It's my turn right now, you got that?” she asked, and he couldn't tell if she was actually angry or not.

“Uh...yeah, sorry,” he mumbled.

Colleen laughed, leaned in, and kissed him. “Come on, handsome, I'm really fucking horny right now,” she said.

She tugged him forward, down the corridor to her bedroom, and opened the door. He followed her in and looked around. Her room was a different layout than the others. Her bed and dresser took up the far wall, her desk, which was L shaped, took up the corner to his immediate right. She had a nice sound system and a large dual-screen set up on the desktop. Empty containers and soda cans, and random articles of clothing were scattered across the soft blue carpet.

“This is embarrassing,” she murmured. “I didn't think you'd come until tomorrow, and, well, I guess Emily was kind of right. I wasn't sure if I was going to go through with sex with you or not. I wasn't even sure I was going to work up the bravery to see you. I...don't like to go out very much. This ship, really this room, is where I spend most of my time.”

“It's all right,” Ryan replied. “I'm not a neat freak or anything. And I'm glad you decided to go through with it, I really like you.”

Colleen smirked and stuck a finger in her mouth, gently sucking on it, sliding it in and out between her lips. “You just like me for my body,” she said.

Ryan made himself focus with an effort. “No,” he replied, making sure he had the right words, “really, you're a lot of fun to be around, I can tell that already, and-”

Colleen laughed. “Ryan, relax, I was just playing with you...now help me get undressed and I'll help you,” she said.

They came together in the middle of the room. He unzipped her hoodie, then helped her out of it, leaning in to get it off her frame. When he was close enough, she kissed him, grabbing the back of his neck and slipping her tongue in. He fought to focus, shifting his attention between making out with her and getting her hoodie off.

Finally, it came off, and he tossed it aside. Next, he grabbed the bottom of her tanktop and pulled it up, breaking their connection, and tossed the shirt aside. He felt himself getting harder and harder as he caught sight of her wonderful, full, pink-furred breasts and her small, light pink nipples. She leaned forward, reached down and took off his t-shirt, tossing it aside. They met again, kissing, holding each other. He loved the feeling of her soft furred front against his bare skin. It was so warm and soft, and he nearly burst with the thought of how it would feel fully nude, in bed, making love...

She seemed to sense his yearning and stepped back, allowing him access to her pants. She kicked off her shoes and he dropped to his knees, unbuttoning and unzipping her black, baggy cargo pants. He pulled them down in one go, then got her socks off as well. For a moment he remained crouched, staring at her vagina, a smooth line in between her thick thighs, the hair there much shorter than the rest of her hair, practically stubble.

“I heard you human boys like it shaved,” she said.

He looked up at her and smiled. “I do, personally,” he said.

He stood up and she crouched down, repeating his actions until he was naked as well. They both hurried over to the bed. The pair fell atop the blankets and sheets. Ryan lay on his back, Colleen atop him, passionately making out of with him. He ran his hands across her soft, warm body, letting them come to rest on the wonderful swell of her ass, squeezing it. She rubbed against him, igniting immense signals of pleasure up and down him.

“Will you eat me out?” she breathed, breaking contact for a second.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Just let me get out from beneath you.”

He began to shift, but she gripped him. “No, wait, I want to be on top, you know, ride your tongue kind of...is that okay?” she asked.

He grinned. “Yeah, that's fine. Come on, saddle up,” he replied.

Colleen sat up, shifting forward until her thighs were on either side of his head, her vagina right over his mouth. She lowered her hips slightly and he stuck his tongue out, getting it in between the soft folds of her pussy. She gasped he began running the tip of his tongue along the length of her tender flesh within, passing over her clit each time.

“Ohhhhhh, yes,” she moaned.

He stared up the length of her body, reaching up and gripping her hips, as he continued eating her out, moving his tongue faster and faster. She had her hands up on the wall behind the bed, as though trying to steady herself. Her breasts swayed and jiggled nicely as she began riding his tongue, moving her hips back and forth in small motions.

He kept going with this for another minute before she became too impatient and lifted herself up and off him. “I want to fuck now,” she said.

“Will you suck me?” he asked, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

She bit her lip, looking down at his erection, then nodded quickly.

“Yeah, for a little bit,” she breathed.

She got down in between his legs and slipped his cock into her mouth. He let his breath out in a long sigh as she began rapidly bobbing her head, working up a lot of spit, coating his cock in it. She began working his shaft with her hand, occasionally taking it out of her mouth to run her clenched fist up and down over the head.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Yeah, how do you want it?” he asked, but she was already climbing on top of him.

She straddled him, and he felt his eyes lose focus as raw pleasure took him: she was sliding his cock into her tight, hot pussy. He reached down and gripped her hips again, thrusting up into her as she slid down his length.

She gasped, leaning forward, putting her hands flat against his chest. He moaned her name as she started riding him, staring up, nearly hypnotized by her big, pink breasts bouncing overhead. She was soft all over, soft and warm, and tight and wet inside. He slipped his hands around to her ass and squeezed it as she bounced on his dick, threatening even now to bring him to orgasm. Ryan made himself focus and let go of her ass with one hand, slipping a finger down in between them. He found her clit and began to rub it.

Colleen gasped and screamed his name, no longer riding him but rubbing herself back and forth, pleasuring herself on his finger. She kept doing this, panting and moaning, until something gave and she released a wave of hot juices all down his thighs and stomach. She collapsed atop him, still halfheartedly humping him.

“Here,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

Holding her tightly, he flipped her over onto her back. She opened her legs for him and he propped himself up on his hands, fucking her, drilling into her deeper and deeper with each thrust. She had her legs spread out wide, allowing him to insert his full length into her. She grabbed his neck and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his, her tongue into his mouth. They kept kissing like that, Ryan increasing the quickness of his thrusts, building towards orgasm. He wrapped his arms around her, held her tight, and cried out as he started letting off.

“Yes,” she moaned, gripping his back tightly. “Give it to me,” she moaned. “Give it all to me.”

He kept coming in her, waves of unmitigated pleasure shooting through him, lighting up every nerve as he drove still deeper into her, the thrusting of his hips nearly uncontrollable as his orgasm took complete control of him.

Finally, it was over, he was empty.

He fell atop her, both of them breathing heavily.

“Happy?” he asked after a long moment, pushing himself up to stare down at her beautiful, pink-furred face.

She smiled up at him. “Happy,” she replied.

CHAPTER 04

Dinner had been nice.

They'd all gathered in the kitchen and hunted through an assortment of food that Emily had been out ordering. Well, almost all of them. Angel still wasn't anywhere to be found. She'd woken and left the ship, headed onto the station in search of something. When Ryan had asked what, Syl had confided that Angel was always on the prowl for a certain kind of dysil alcohol that was very rare and difficult to find. It tended to pop up in strange places and usually wasn't listed on the official inventory of most stores and bars.

Emily had made a pair of pizzas while Syl fried up some taco meat. While waiting for dinner, Ryan had spent the time familiarizing himself with the ship. It was, from what he'd been able to tell by his inspection of the engines and larger pieces of gear that helped make the ship habitable, a good little vessel. The engine was very powerful and would require bi-weekly maintenance, and he knew that the communications array was going to need a replacement part soon from the scan he'd had the ship's computer run on it.

But before he could get very far into his inspection, dinner had been finished. He'd joined the ladies in the kitchen again, eating two slices of pepperoni pizza and two of Syl's tacos. He listened to them talk about the last mission they'd been on. He'd found himself fascinated as Emily outlined the story and Syl and Colleen occasionally chimed in.

Apparently they'd been hired to play courier. The mission had started out smooth, but Emily had been suspicious from the beginning. The mission had been brought to her by Ilyse, another Amazonian and a sometimes member of the crew. They'd picked up the package, a single crate filled with who knew what, and loaded it into a secret compartment in their cargo bay. They'd managed to get to the location without any trouble a few systems over, then, when they were bringing the crate through a mostly-empty docking port, they'd been ambushed.

It had been a hellish firefight, from the way Emily painted the story. Colleen and Angel had gone with them, as backup, and it had been apparently required. A dozen punks from a local gang had tried to boost the crate but wound up with three corpses and a lot of broken bones for their troubles. Emily had managed to grab the leader and beat him until he finally told them who had hired them: the very company that was paying the Hellcats to transport the cargo.

It turned out they were going to steal it from whoever they were going to sell it to. Emily had delivered the crate, and the information, and had managed to walk away with double pay for revealing the plot to the buyer.

After dinner they'd gone to the recreational room and watched a movie. Emily sat in a chair apparently designed for her large frame while Syl sat on Ryan's lap and Colleen snuggled up next to him. He found it difficult to get through the whole movie without getting distracted.

When it was over, Emily stood up and cracked her neck. She then turned and fixed Ryan with a stare that seemed to pin him to the chair.

“You wanna come back to my room and fuck me doggystyle?” she asked.

Ryan opened his mouth, but nothing seemed to come out.

Syl smirked and looked into his eyes, at his face, and asked, “Is this that look you were talking about earlier, Emily?”

“Yeah, that's it exactly. I've seen men staring down the barrel of a gun with a similar expression,” she replied.

“Yes,” Ryan said firmly. “I would love to fuck you doggystyle.”

Emily smirked. “That's more like it. You want to come watch, girls?”

“Yes,” Syl replied immediately.

“I, uh, yeah,” Colleen said.

“Good. Get up off him, he's mine for now,” Emily said.

Syl and Colleen stood up. Emily reached down, took Ryan's hand, and pulled him up. He felt like his hand had been caught in a vice that was not quite painful, but not willing to let him go, as she led him out of the room.

The other two trailed behind them, apparently intent on watching the show. They made their way down the main hallway and went into Emily's room. Ryan began to feel really nervous as he stripped down and watched Emily do the same. He was still catching up with the idea of sleeping with four different women and they all knew about it and were okay with it. He became distracted as Emily freed her enormous breasts, then turned around and pulled her pants down, revealing her big, round, pale ass for all of them to see.

“You coming?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder at him.

He only had his shirt off and had been in the midst of undoing his pants when he'd become distracted. He grinned and kept going.

“I will be,” he replied.

She snorted and crawled onto her huge bed, getting on her hands and knees. Ryan hurriedly finished, kicking the remainder of his clothes off and climbed onto the bed. He got behind her on his knees, running his hands across her pale ass.

“You nervous?” she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder again.

“A little,” he admitted.

“Well, don't get stage fright, kid. What's going to happen when two of us girls decide we want a threesome, huh?” she asked.

Ryan glanced over at the other two. Colleen had sat in Emily's rolling computer chair and Syl was perched on her large desk, looking a little like a pixie. He noticed that Colleen was looking at Syl, and Syl was looking at him and Emily. Emily's last statement ran through his head and he realized what he was looking at:

Colleen was looking up at Syl with longing.

Syl was the one she had a crush on.

He'd have to file that away for later. Now, he had business to do.

He looked down at Emily's ass, which had the clean look of a porn star who had to take good care of herself back there. In the old days, they called it anal bleaching, but there were easier ways to clean up now. Emily's pussy was open and wet, glistening even, and he could wait no longer. He moved forward and slid inside.

Both he and Emily groaned as they began fucking. He couldn't get confused about that: while he might make love with Colleen and Syl, he would likely only ever fuck with Emily. He placed his hands on her ass and began ramming her.

“Fuck, Emily, you really do have a huge ass,” he moaned, then he gave it a hard smack. The sound was loud in the small room.

“You know you like it,” Emily moaned in reply.

She was incredibly hot and wet inside. “I fucking love it!” he replied and gave her another smack that left a red print on her white skin.

He groaned, leaning forward, hammering away at her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy as rapidly as he could, pushing it deep and hard inside.

“Holy fuck this is hot,” he heard Syl whisper in a low, almost panting voice.

Instead of feeling awkward because of the audience, Ryan was suddenly invigorated by them. For once in his life, instead of watching a porn, he was basically making one. Sure, the audience was small, just a grand total of two, but who fucking cared?

“Put it in my ass!” Emily moaned suddenly.

“Gladly,” Ryan replied.

He'd never done this with his girlfriend before, with anyone before. It was new experience for him. He pulled his cock out of her dripping wet pussy and put it into her ass, slowly working the head in, then the shaft, going in and out, nice and easy, until his hips were touching her ass cheeks. He knew he probably couldn't go this deep with Colleen, definitely not Syl, but Emily was damn near seven feet tall and her ass was a lot bigger as a result.

She easily accepted his length up her ass as he started going faster and harder. It did feel different than her pussy, a different texture and a hell of a lot tighter. Emily let out a low moan that almost became a howl of pleasure as he started fucking her ass harder and faster.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted.

“Emily...” he groaned. “I can't last much longer.”

“Don't pull out,” she replied. “You can finish in my ass. Just...try to last a little bit longer. I really like it in the ass,” she moaned.

Ryan closed his eyes, focused on keeping his orgasm from exploding out of him in pulsating waves of pure pleasure. He didn't dare stop, though. But the drag on his cock was incredible, almost unbearable in its bliss.

He gripped her hips and kept going, eyes squeezed shut.

“Come on, you can do it!” Syl said.

“Don't stop, Ryan, this is really, really hot,” Colleen added.

“Fuck, you aren't helping!” he moaned.

The orgasm was coming. He held on, trying to think of nothing, trying not to think about the fact that two really, really hot aliens who, (both of whom he had fucked multiple times), were watching him have sex with a really tall warrior woman as he fucked her in her ass. He tried not to think about the fact that he had a thing for both huge, pale asses and really tall women, that some part of him had a thing for women who could kick his ass but (in his dreams and now his reality) chose to sleep with him instead. He tried not to think about how good it felt, about how it would look, Emily bent over, her huge breasts swinging back and forth, her moaning in pleasure, her face slicked with sweat worked up from taking his dick in her ass...

But then he opened his eyes, looked down, saw himself fucking her tight hole and that was it. He couldn't do it anymore.

He let out a scream of raw ecstasy, feeling the unstoppable euphoria of an orgasm exploding through his entire body. His muscles clenched, his nerves screamed, his senses became muted by the hard edge of rapture as he came in Emily's big ass. Ryan could feel his fingernails digging into her hot, sweaty skin, could feel his dick pulsating, throbbing in delirious delight, spewing thick, stringy, cloudy white gobs of his seed into her insides. His hips were slamming against her ass harder than when he'd been fucking her.

It seemed to last forever.

It seemed to fill him with endless, intoxicating pleasure.

But then it was over, his senses slowly returning to him. As he slowly became aware of his surroundings again, he realized he was hunched forward over Emily, who was looking back at him. They were all looking at him.

“Damn, I fucking felt that,” he said after a long moment of silence.

Emily burst out laughing. “I think we all felt that,” she said.

He slowly, gently extracted his cock from her ass. It felt extremely sensitive, to the point where contact with anything else was actually painful.

“Was that your first ass?” Emily asked.

“Yes,” he breathed, collapsing forward onto the bed, covered in sweat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He heard Syl laugh. Emily slowly stood up and then moved to the bathroom, where she closed the door. Ryan didn't move, he felt like he couldn't move.

“Did you have fun?” Colleen asked.

“I don't think fun is a strong enough word,” Ryan replied, reaching up and wiping some sweat from his face.

“Your face is really red, I thought you were going to have a heart attack or something,” Syl said, standing up.

“Hey,” Emily called from the bathroom, “will one of you girls take him off my hands for the night? I've got to hit the gym and then sleep.”

Colleen and Syl looked at each other.

“What do you think?” Syl asked.

“It's your turn,” Colleen replied.

“I'll give him up if you really want him,” Syl said. “Really, it's okay.”

“No, you take him, I've got to get some sleep myself,” Colleen replied.

“Okay,” Syl replied.

Colleen left the room and Syl came over to Ryan, who was slowly getting up.

“Come on, lover boy,” she said. “I doubt I can get your dick hard again tonight after that performance, but I'd love to snuggle with you.”

“I'd love that, too,” Ryan replied, gathering up his clothes.

Together, they left Emily's bedroom.

…

Ryan was operating under the assumption that this was likely the happiest he'd ever been. After spending the night with Syl, he'd gotten up, showered, and gone in search of Angel. Emily informed him that the resident dysil was passed out from a hard night of drinking. Since Colleen was busy restocking the infirmary, Syl was still sleepy and Emily was in the process of trying to land them another job, Ryan found himself free for most of the day. He'd found his packages of clothing waiting for him by the airlock, took them back to his room, and spent a little bit personalizing and organizing  his new home.

When that lost its appeal, he'd begun wandering through the ship, checking out its various systems. An hour had been lost on the bridge, checking out the auto-pilot, the navigational database, and the communications array. Another two hours went missing while he investigated the engine room, poking into every niche, every nook and cranny of the propulsion systems. He was just finishing up and checked his watch when he realized it was lunchtime. As if to reaffirm this realization, his stomach growled.

No one had come to hunt him down yet, so Ryan decided now was a good as time as any to get lunch. All he had to do was decide whether he wanted to eat on the ship or go out to eat. Either way, he should probably find someone to have the meal with. Either Colleen or Syl. Speaking of those two girls...

Ryan began thinking as he made his way down the central corridor. He had the notion that Syl was the girl that Colleen was crushing on. He wondered if he could swing some kind of threesome between the pair of girls. Or maybe he could convince the pair of them to go full lesbian and let him watch. It was something he knew he'd enjoy. But that wasn't what was making him think. It was the fact that he felt he might have to choose between the two.

Maybe he was being stupid, there had been enough of that in his life already, but he thought he and Syl might have a thing going on. A thing beyond just sex...and then he thought practically the same thing with him and Colleen. She really seemed to like him. A lot. And he liked her a lot. Both her and Syl seemed to be like the kind of ladies he could have fallen in love with and gotten married to at this point in his life had they met earlier and started dating. Was he imagining it on both fronts? Or even just one of them?

Was it him projecting? He'd been lonely for so long, and these two alien women fit the bill of his fantasy lover pretty much perfectly. Was he falling for both of them and just thinking that they were falling for him? Or could it be that they were getting very emotionally invested in him...but it was the kind of thing that would pass after a few weeks or months? A honeymoon phase, and then they'd just view him as their boytoy.

Not that he'd mind.

Or was he just being an idiot altogether? He was barely two days into this thing and already worried if he was falling into a love triangle. Love didn't happen this fast. Or did it? Ryan opened the door and stopped, spying the final regular member of the team sitting at the kitchen table. She wore a fluffy white robe, her short, brunette hair in disarray. Both the robe and the hair, especially the robe, stood out in stark contrast to her bright orange skin. She looked over at him and her eyes froze on him. She stared at him for a moment.

“You must be the boytoy Emily told me about,” she said.

Ryan felt a shiver run down his spine. She had a very sexy, sultry voice that sounded like it was designed for seduction.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Ryan.”

She smirked. “I'm Angel, and if I were so inclined, I'd be embarrassed right about now. But I don't really care about other people's opinions of me, and if you're the kind of person I think you are, you won't care that I'm not all dolled up.”

“Not one bit,” Ryan replied, smiling.

He'd always thought that women who had just woken up in the morning actually looked very sexy. There was something about the messy hair, not to mention the fact that some women tended to wear very little when they slept.

Angel was no exception.

“Well, let me finish waking up, then I'll go get ready for the day and you can join me for breakfast...or I guess lunch, on the station,” she said.

“Okay,” Ryan replied.

She drained the last of what he imagined was the dysil equivalent of coffee from a black mug, then stood, put the mug in the sink and headed for the door. She stopped, lingering there for a moment, staring back at him.

“Oh yeah, we're going to have a lot of fun,” she said, then left.

Ryan imagined that was true and sat down at the table, waiting impatiently. Several minutes passed while he thought about all the exploits he might have with Angel. She seemed nice enough, but there was a certain...naughtiness, he supposed was the right word, lurking just beneath the surface. Something about the way she looked at him, the way she said things, the way she held herself. Unless he was misreading her, she seemed like a highly sexual woman. And, he supposed, she would be, if she fit in with the Hellcats.

That seemed to be something they all had in common.

The door opened again while he was in the midst of thinking about this and he turned to look at Angel, who was stepping in through the doorway. She looked so different that his brain seemed to hiccup, and he could only stare. She wore a pink mini-skirt that showed off pleasantly padded thighs and beautifully curved hips. As for a top, all she wore was a sports bra that seemed to be working overtime to contain her bountiful orange breasts. Her brunette hair had been pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a tight-fitting black choker collar around her slim neck. She also seemed to have applied some kind of polish to the two small horns that grew out of her forehead. They were both black and stood out very obviously.

Behind her, a thin tail that ended in a narrow triangle tip swayed gently back and forth.

She had put makeup on, noticeably reddening her lips and darkening her eyes. She smiled sweetly at him and clasped her hands in front of her.

“Do I doll up nicely?” she asked, doing a little spin.

“Uh...yeah,” Ryan managed, feeling stupefied by lust.

She giggled demurely and extended one orange, long-fingered hand.

“Well, come on, let's go get lunch,” she said.

Almost without thinking about it, Ryan stood up and walked across the kitchen to her, reaching out and grabbing her smooth, warm hand.

She led him out of the room.

…

Syl looked over the tablet again as she moved down the central corridor of the ship. Since they were in port and in between missions right now, she was in the process of running a scan on the ship and seeing if there was anything she should be concerned about. Anything she needed to be repairing or replacing.

She walked into the rec room and saw Emily in her huge chair, frowning as she studied a tablet of her own.

“What’s up?” Syl asked, sitting down.

“Just looking for jobs...there’s not a lot on the station,” Emily murmured in reply. “I mean, mostly just courier shit, you know?”

“Well, it’s been a busy month. Maybe courier wouldn’t be so bad,” Syl replied.

“Maybe. Courier doesn’t pay too well, though.”

“Isn’t a side effect of a busy month a fat bank account?” Syl asked.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Where’s Ryan?”

Emily grinned. “With Angel. They just headed out and goddamn but was she looking fantastic,” she replied, then sighed. “She’s gonna ruin him for us.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s gonna fuck him so good and so long he’s going to be hooked on her pussy and nothing else,” Emily explained.

“Oh, I doubt that. He’s like, what, twenty, right? He’s a twenty year old human dude. He’s going to want to fuck all of us like all the time. I don’t think any one of us could even attempt to keep him to ourselves. Not that we would. We have an understanding. Angel’s not gonna hog him, and, for the record, he is fucking in love with my vagina.”

Emily laughed. “Yeah, Ryan’s an ‘in love’ kinda guy, I guess. He’s probably in love with all of us for different reasons.” She looked back down at the tablet and sighed. “Well, okay, fine, I guess I’m resigned to a courier job. Now I just need to see if I can find something not totally boring. Although honestly we might need to go to an entirely different station, this place is pretty dead, you know...how’s the ship doing?”

“It’s okay, for the most part,” Syl replied, looking down at her own tablet again. “Just a few things need tending to.”

“Fine. Just make sure you have the parts and pieces you need. I don’t want anything crapping out on us, especially if we’re on an actual mission. Even a basic one.”

“Yep,” Syl replied, continuing to look over the tablet.

…

Here he was again, walking through public with an alien lady on his arm.

The only difference now was that the looks he was getting seemed to be of confusion: the guys couldn't decide whether to be turned on or disgusted. Ryan thought they were insane. Angel was unquestionably, unarguably, ridiculously attractive. She was holding his hand, their fingers laced together, her head rested on his shoulder as they walked along the main thoroughfare. She was just a few inches shorter than him, and though he had no doubt that she was fit, it wasn't quite muscle that showed, but nicely-padded curves. He wondered if it was something she'd had done to herself or just a natural function of dysil physiology.

“Where did you want to eat?” she asked.

“I don't know...there's tons of places,” Ryan replied.

Angel smiled. “For this to work, there's something you've got to understand about me.”

“And what's that?”

“I'm submissive. You make the decisions, unless I say otherwise, which I'll likely rarely do,” Angel explained. “Got it?”

“Uh...yeah. I mean, I guess so. It just seems a little...”

“Strange? I know. You'll find that we girls, with the exception of Emily, I guess, have distinct personalities on and off the battlefield. We all have game faces, and wear them well, when we're doing merc work. But in our private lives...” she shrugged. “Colleen is a shy hermit, Syl is a whimsical, laid back goofball and I...am kind of a submissive slut. And I am so going to corrupt you, you cute, innocent little boy,” Angel said with a big grin.

“I'm having a little bit of a hard time adjusting to all this,” Ryan managed to reply after a moment's consideration.

“That's fine, I understand,” Angel said. “Now where do you want to go?”

“There's a sandwich shop chain that claims to have a shop in every port...I can't remember, do dysil need to eat differently than humans?”

“No, for the most part. Though I can't have cheese or I die,” Angel replied. “Or certain kinds of wine. Or cherries.”

“That sucks.”

“So I'm told.”

They found a map of the area and discovered that the sandwich shop chain, called Galactic Sandwiches, did, indeed, have a store in the area. They kept walking through the crowd, as close together as any young lovers, and Ryan bathed in the anticipation and knowledge of the fact that Angel was going to fuck him some time in the near future.

He didn't realize how soon it was going to be.

They stepped into the Galactic Sandwiches shop and looked around. The place was packed and people were waiting for tables. Ryan began to suggest maybe going somewhere else, he was particularly hungry, but Angel was tugging on his hand, leading him somewhere. Towards the back of the shop. He followed her, curious about their destination. They moved through the crush of the crowd, again receiving strange looks from everyone, and came to the back. Angel led him through a single door at the back.

They came to a corridor with a row of a dozen doors along it. The bathrooms. Public restrooms weren't a thing anymore. Every place now had private, individual bathrooms. Angel led him down the row, stopping at the first unoccupied door and opened it up. Without a word, she stepped inside and pulled him in after her.

“Angel-” he began, but she shut and locked the door, then began making out with him. Her lips were soft and warm. She opened up his mouth with hers and slipped her tongue in. Ryan was immediately and powerfully aroused. He could already feel himself straining against his boxers and cargo pants, his erection yearning to be free, to come out and play. He reached up, deciding to take some measure of control of the situation, and pulled her sports bra up and over her breasts, freeing them. They were large and beautiful, round and firm, with small pink nipples. So far, that was the one constant among all the women.

He reached up and began groping her breasts. They filled his hands, firm and smooth, fitting perfectly into his grasp. Angel suddenly stepped away from him and pushed him back. He stumbled backwards a few steps and sat down on the toilet. Smirking at him, she closed the distance between them, one foot planted on either side of him. She reached down and unzipped his pants. Spending a moment digging him out of his pants, she worked up a mouthful of saliva and spit into her palm. Reaching down, she began massaging his dick, coating it in her spit. All the while, she was staring deeply into his eyes, her red eyes piercing into his.

“Ready for it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

She lowered herself, reaching up into her skirt and pulling her panties aside so that he'd have access. Guiding him with her hand as she continued lowering herself, Ryan felt his cock slowly become enveloped in the tight warmth of her alien vagina. It had a different texture than all the others. It was slicker, narrower, firmer.

“That's a good boy,” she moaned softly as she dropped herself all the way down, taking his entire length into her.

Ryan groaned her name as he reached up under her skirt and found she was wearing a thong. He cupped her bare ass cheeks, groping and squeezing them as she put her arms around his neck, rested her head on his left shoulder and began fucking him. She settled into a steady rhythm, riding him, and he gasped at the pleasure as he felt her muscles clenching, making her even tighter. She kept bouncing, riding him, her powerful thighs working as she lifted herself up and down over and over again. Ryan groaned, closing his eyes, losing himself inside of her.

She panted and moaned in his ear.

“Yes...” she whispered. “You're so fucking big,” she panted, then moaned. “Fuck, Ryan, it feels so fucking gooood,” she moaned, her voice becoming a growl.

He let go of her ass and wrapped both his arms around her, feeling her breasts pressing up against him. She kept going like that for another minute, riding him with firm motions of her hips and thighs, before pulling back and staring down at him. She looked incredibly beautiful. Her pupils had dilated, turning her red eyes black, and somehow that made her look even more strangely attractive. He stared at her features as she fucked him, her horns, her orange skin, her red-black eyes, her mouth, hanging slightly open.

She leaned in and kissed him suddenly.

He came then, fully and powerfully, shooting a load directly up into her. She felt it, seemed to clench her vaginal muscles even more, riding him more rapidly. He cried out as he came in her, completely giving himself to her.

When he was finished, and his senses slowly came back to him, he saw that she was looking down at him with a gentle smile on her face.

“You really are something,” she said, gently standing up, extracting him from her. “You absolutely did not phone that in.”

“What do you mean?” he asked as she grabbed some toilet paper and began wiping at herself, cleaning up his seed.

“Emily said she'd hire a cute young human boy to fuck all of us. Colleen had her doubts that such a boy existed. Not one that would do it for money, but one that would actually like fucking alien girls. While I tried to tell her she was being silly, I had my doubts, too. You wouldn't believe how hard it is for me to get laid by a non-dysil, let alone a human. In fact, you're only my third human lay, and the other two were...well, one of them seemed to regret it immediately and we never spoke again. The other I had to pay,” Angel replied.

“That just blows my mind,” Ryan said.

“Me too, I think I'm pretty attractive. But I can tell that you fully, totally, utterly enjoyed the hell out of my pussy,” Angel replied.

Ryan laughed awkwardly, sagging back against the toilet, and began to put himself away. “Yeah, I did. Without question.”

Angel tossed away the toilet paper and began readjusting her clothing. “I think we're going to get along just fine, though when we go back to my bedroom...well, let's just say that our sexual session is going to be different from the others you've had so far. Unless I've sorely misread the other girls I've been working with...now, come on. I'm starving.”

Angel finished adjusting herself, looking as sexy as ever, and stuck her hand out again. Ryan finished zipping himself away and stood up, taking her hand. They left the bathroom, just in time to see someone else leaving another bathroom, a middle-aged woman who glanced over at them, then stopped and froze, staring hard at them as she pieced the situation together. She didn't say anything, at least, but a look of horror and disgust passed across her face.

She turned and left through another exit.

“Bitch,” Angel said, right before the door had closed behind her. Ryan froze, waiting for the door to open back up, to the woman to come back, furious, screaming, condemning them. But a beat passed, and nothing happened.

“Come on, I'm starved,” Angel said, leading him back towards the door that would let them back into the restaurant.

It was less packed now. Ryan spied an open booth and led Angel over to it. They sat down and stared at the tabletop holographic display. The pair spent the next few moments putting together their sandwiches, their orders. When they'd finished, they sat back and stared at each other. For a moment, neither spoke.

“So, how did you join?” Ryan asked, realizing that he was going to have to initiate any conversation.

“I met Emily and her clan of Amazonians several years ago,” Angel replied. “They were going up against a particularly tough assignment. They had to storm a pirate compound and wanted some back up. There were a dozen of the Amazonians, then me and two other dysil and a quartet of human mercs looking for work. We did a pretty brutal job, killed all the pirates. The humans took their cut and left, and the other dysil had been killed in the assault. They'd lost two of their Amazonian crew, so Emily asked me if I wanted to sign on...” she smiled at the memory.

“What happened then?” Ryan asked.

“It caused kind of an uproar. Some of the other girls wanted the crew to be only Amazonian. In the end, only Emily and another one named Ilyse stayed behind. For some reason, Emily was really committed to having me as part of her crew. From there, we formed the beginnings of the Hellcats,” Angel explained.

Their food came and they began eating.

“Now, I want to hear about you,” she said between bites. “How did such a cute little colony boy end up with such a dirty little fetish?”

Ryan tried to laugh her comment off, but could feel his cheeks flush. Angel's face lit up with joy and she put down her sandwich. “Emily was really not kidding about you. You blush and everything. We've really hit a jackpot here.”

“Okay, look, I'll tell you my secrets but...there's something I've got to know first,” Ryan replied, setting his own sandwich down. “I get that it's hard for you all to get laid...sort of. It still blows my mind that anyone would turn you down, but whatever, I know that our society is stupid when it comes to cross-species loving. But I expected more...” he struggled for a moment, considering the appropriate word, “resignation.”

“Resignation?” Angel asked, honestly confused.

“Look at me. I'm not overtly handsome. I'm not big and buff. I'm certainly not tough, or brave, or charismatic. I have about an average-sized dick and I'm not all that sexually experienced. I've had one serious relationship before this, and a few mild ones, so I know I'm not some expert at pleasing women. So why are you all so enamored with me? I mean, I'm not complaining, not at all. But it just doesn't make sense. You should be more resigned that I'm the best that fits the bill.”

Angel laughed and took another bite. “Well someone needs to work on their self esteem. First of all, you're really cute, and you've got a great personality. Personality, how nice you are, how understanding, how considerate you are, does actually change how attractive you are. I think it's that way more for women than men, though. Women are shallow, don't get me wrong, but it's easier to be attracted to someone who might be physically average or below average, but has a great personality. I don't know why it's that way, but it is.

“As for us...we've all had our pick of the big, tough guys. Maybe not Colleen or Syl, they really are shy and, in their own ways, hard to please, but Emily, me, Ilyse...we've had our pick of the burly, big-dicked, tough mercs down the years, and you want to know the truth? I prefer guys like you. So does Emily. You might be inexperienced, but you're willing to learn and to try, and besides, pleasing a woman isn't as hard as all the guys make it out to be. On the other end of that, those big tough guys with the big dicks, they're lazy. Like you wouldn't believe. They just assume that because they're ripped or have huge cocks, they don't have to do anything. They just want their dick sucked and then they want to jackhammer you for like two minutes before blowing off all over your face or tits. Talk about an unsatisfying experience,” Angel explained, rolling her eyes.

“Huh,” Ryan replied, considering it.

“And besides that, there's just the whole attitude. Those 'tough guys' all act like they could do without you, like it's a foregone conclusion that you're going to fuck them. I'm not above using a man as a glorified sex toy to get me off, but I at least try to get him off and make him feel...not loved, not exactly, but enjoyed. Appreciated. Like I'm enjoying the experience. Whereas, with you, it's like you're head-over-heels in love with whoever your with. I got that from our experience in the bathroom. And I talked with Syl for a bit. She said basically the same thing. Whenever you're with a girl, it's like she's the only thing that matters to you, she's your entire universe. And being the focus of all that positive attention is...pretty intoxicating,” Angel replied.

“You're really smart,” Ryan said after a moment.

Angel burst out laughing. “What brought that on?”

“Just...the way you can articulate yourself, the way you explained all this. And hell, that you picked up all this about me within two hours,” Ryan replied.

Angel smiled, beaming slightly. “I'm good with people, I guess. Now, I gave up my secrets, I want you to give up yours,” she said.

Ryan nodded. “Fair enough. It's boring though. I grew up in a little colony. My parents were techs. I remember...when I was young, we lived next door to a cyvit family. I know it sounds weird but I had the biggest crush on their daughter. She was high school aged, had the darkest black fur and the greatest green eyes. She lived there with her family for about a year before they moved away. I thought about her a lot. When I got older and started hitting maturity, I found myself thinking of cyvits, then xenians and dysil and quines...

“I always had a fantasy that some cute young alien girl would move in next door again while I was in high school. We would meet and become friends, then start dating, become lovers, graduate, get our own place together...but that never happened. My life continued on with boring regularity.” He sighed. “I went through high school and work without ever meeting anyone.”

Angel smirked at him. “And now you've met four someones,” she said.

“Yes,” Ryan replied, grinning. “I have. And I'm very, very grateful. I feel like I won some kind of lottery. I'm actually terrified that you're all going to get tired of me and send me away or something's going to happen and screw it all up.”

Angel laughed. “Forget it, kid. You're stuck with us. You're in it for the long haul. We're going to be fucking you for years to come.”

“That sounds like...paradise,” Ryan replied.

They finished up their meal and decided to head back to the ship.

As they began making their way through the thoroughfare, pushing through the crush of the crowd until they got to a less-traveled section, Ryan finally brought something up that had been on his mind all day.

“So...Colleen and Syl, have they ever...”

“Lezzed out?” Angel asked with a dark smirk. “No, but Colleen totally wants to go down on Syl. She's got this cute little crush on her. Syl's the only one she really lets into her room. I bet someone is hoping for a threesome.”

“Yeah, well, maybe,” Ryan replied, feeling his cheeks flushing again.

Angel laughed. “Nonsense, maybe. You want to fuck them both at once. I certainly would. They're both really cute. I'm willing to bet that you could talk them both into it. Syl is adventurous enough for it, and I know she's bi, she just prefers the boys. Colleen just has to work up the courage. Maybe you could help with that.”

“Maybe I could...” Ryan murmured.

They came to the airlock. Angel squeezed his hand. “But for now, you belong to me, boytoy,” she said firmly.

“Not a bad thing,” Ryan replied.

She led him through the airlock and into the ship. They walked down the main corridor, holding hands, and she took him to her bedroom. His pulse was starting to race, beating faster and faster. There was a part of him that was surprised by how horny he could be. He'd just had sex, extremely hot sex, less than an hour ago. He supposed it was true what they said, that teenagers, especially guy teenagers, always were ready to go.

Though, technically speaking, he wasn't a teenager anymore.

Angel stood at the door, fixing him with her intense crimson gaze.

“So, this is the part where I have to explain a few things,” she said.

“Okay...” Ryan replied cautiously.

“Like I said, I'm submissive. I want you to take control. But I'm not just submissive, I like a few other things, too. I'm a bit of a masochist. Do you know what that means?”

“Not...exactly. If it means you like to be tied up, I'm afraid I don't know really anything about that,” Ryan said with a shrug.

“That's on the right path. I'd call myself a casual masochist. I know there are people, a whole subculture really, who have intricate rituals of ropes and chains and mechanisms and behaviors...I'm afraid I'm a bit too lazy for that. So, I'm going to tell you what I want and like, then I'm handing the reigns over to you. I like it rough. I want you to be mean to me. I'm giving you permission and encouraging you to slap me, pull my hair, choke me, and call me a filthy whore or whatever comes to mind. I want you to tear my clothes off, hold me down, and make make take your dick. That's what really gets me off,” Angel explained.

“Okay...I think I can manage that. How can I tell if I'm really hurting you?” he replied. “Isn't there something for that?”

“Yes. It's call a safe word. If I say the word, you stop. But if I don't say the word, no matter how much I may seem to be pleading or begging, you don't stop, you keep going. Got it?”

“Yes. What's the word?”

Angel thought for a moment, then laughed and smiled. “Potassium,” she said.

Ryan blinked in surprised. “I...potassium? What? Isn't that the stuff in bananas?”

“Yes. The whole point of the word is that it's something that wouldn't ever come up during sex. Obviously it won't, unless I want you to stop...do you understand all this? I realize it might be a bit much at first...”

“No, I got it. I think I can manage,” he replied.

Angel smiled. “Good.”

A few seconds passed, Ryan quickly considering how to do this. Then he decided hell with it, and decided to just go with it.

“Get the fuck over there,” he snapped, suddenly reaching out, grabbing her wrist and whirling her around. Angel gasped as she was flung around him. He shoved her forcefully onto the bed and she cried out as she landed.

Immediately, she flipped over on her back and tried to stand up. He marched across the room and shoved her back down.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please, I don't want to.”

He hesitated only a second, but the knowledge that this was what she wanted, and the knowledge under that that this was his job, made him act. He slapped her once, hard, across the face. The sound was loud in the relative quiet of her living quarters. She cried out again and seemed to shrink away from him, scrunching herself up into one corner of her bed. He took off his shirt and hurriedly undid his belt. While he was getting his pants off, she jumped up suddenly, meaning to run off. He grabbed her by the neck with one hand, trying to get enough pressure on there to make it feel real, without actually hurting her.

She let out a choked scream and grabbed at his arm. He shoved her again back onto the bed. She was crying now. “Please, please, don't hurt me, don't make me do it!” she cried.

Again, he hesitated, now nearly naked himself, just his socks left. There was a very strong part of him that was reacting poorly to this. He could never in his life do anything like this. He could never try to force a woman to sleep with him, try to force himself onto a woman, he had too much respect and empathy to do so.

But he also understood, and had occasionally embraced, the concept of role-playing.

It was just that Angel was very, very good at it.

There was also a small but powerful part of him that was liking this. It was getting him in the mood. It was, he realized, the part that Angel had recognized and nurtured, the part she chose not to deny. The part she chose to embrace.

Again, he slapped her, harder. “Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking whore!” he screamed at her, then shoved her again.

She seemed to give up, to fall back onto the bed. Ryan climbed onto the mattress, forcing himself onto her. He grabbed at her sports bra and spent a second trying to get it off of her. Frustrated at his lack of success, he gripped it and tore it down the middle. He tore the rest of it off of her, then slid down, grabbed her skirt and thong and pulled them down. She'd apparently taken off her shoes while they'd been talking and he just hadn't noticed.

He stared at her beautiful, naked orange body. She was well-padded, curvy, voluptuous. In a way, she really did look almost like a demon, an orange succubus. She was covering herself, one hand over her vagina, her legs squeezed tightly shut, the other arm covering her ample breasts, which were heaving because she was crying.

“Please,” she begged, over and over again. “Please, I don't want it.”

“I don't give a shit you stupid, alien slut,” he growled, grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms away from her body, exposing her.

He was rock hard and throbbing now. Part of him felt bad, knowing this shouldn't be turning him on, this was no way to treat a woman...but the other part said it was fine, encouraged even, when the woman was consenting and there were safety precautions in place. He took a moment to grope her, to enjoy her voluptuous body, then he climbed atop her, eventually placing his knees on either side of her head.

Staring down at her, he said, “Open up, bitch.”

She shook her head, mouth and eyes squeezed shut. He slapped her twice in rapid succession, then grabbed her hair and pulled.

“The roots!” she cried, breaking character briefly. “You have to grab closer to the roots! Not at the ends!”

“Oh shit, sorry!” he replied, briefly thrown out of it.

“It's okay, don't stop, you're doing a really good job,” she replied.

And just like that they were back at it. He grabbed her brunette hair by the roots and pulled, not too hard, but hard enough to cause her to cry out, her mouth open.

“Keep it open,” he said, bringing his dick closer.

She closed it again. Frustrated, he reached down and gripped her throat, squeezing hard enough to begin to cut off air. Her mouth and eyes fluttered open and she looked at up him with panic. He shifted his grip, brought both hands down, choking her slowly.

“Please...” she gasped.

“Are you going to open your fucking mouth and suck my dick like the stupid fucking whore you are?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes...yes...” she gasped.

He let go and she gasped once more, sucking in air. He gave her barely half a second before he stuffed his cock into her mouth. She lay there beneath him, eyes closed again, and he began fucking her in the mouth, one hand on her forehead, the other balancing himself against the wall.

“If I feel any teeth, I promise that you will regret it,” he snarled down at her.

“Mmm-hmm,” she mumbled, crying more now, actual tears spilling from her eyes.

He kept fucking her in the mouth, going more violently as he got the rhythm right. It felt really good. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she was beginning to suck him now. He kept going, deeper and harder, forcing the head of his cock against the back of her throat, causing her to gag. He kept this up for another minute before pulling out. Angel coughed raggedly and made a half-hearted attempt to get up, to escape his grasp.

“Bitch!” he snapped, slapping her again.

She laid back down, covering her face. Ryan reached down in between her legs and began to force them open. She attempted to keep them closed.

“If you don't open your fucking legs, I'm going to beat the shit out of you,” he said.

“No!” she moaned, and her muscles loosened.

He greedily shoved both hands between her thick, orange thighs and forced her legs open. He looked at her pussy, a narrow slit, slightly open, glistening and ready. He got his legs in between hers as he pushed them open all the way.

“Please, don't do it to me,” she begged, “I don't want it. Please, please!” she pleaded.

He forced her hands away from her face and this time he backhanded her. She cried out and cringed away from him. Ryan continued forcing himself on her, lying down and gripping his cock, sliding it into her. He groaned as he entered her, she was still very slick, very tight and hot and wet. She cried out in a low moan as he entered her, pushing himself all the way.

“You know you like it you fucking orange slut,” he breathed heavily into her ear.

“No,” she moaned.

“You stupid fucking bitch. You worthless alien whore,” he said. “This is all you're fucking good for, do you understand me, you slut?!” he screamed, slapping her again.

She moaned and struggled against him. He grabbed her wrists and held them down as he kept pounding her. He could feel himself sliding in and out her, the pleasure intense and immediate. He knew he wouldn't be able to last long like this, the experience was new and surprisingly erotic. He'd role-played sometimes with his girlfriend, but never anything like this. He didn't think he could ever bring himself to be so rough with a woman. But now he could see that it was hot, it was something he could enjoy.

She seemed to sense that he was close to triggering.

“Please, please not inside me,” she said. “I can't-I can't have it inside me,” she moaned.

“Oh, you've done it now you little slut,” he said, going harder and faster.

“No!” she said. “No! You can't come in me!” she sobbed.

He started letting off, moaning loudly, clamping one hand down over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up...” he breathed, losing himself to the orgasm as he filled up her tight pussy. “Shut up you stupid fucking whore...”

“No!” she cried, muffled beneath his hand. “No! No!”

But he could feel her orgasming, the muscles in her vagina contracting rapidly, and a wave of hot juices exploding from her body as she writhed and twisted beneath him, her demands that he stop breaking down into low, long moans of pleasure.

He kept letting off until they were both done, then he laid there atop her, both of them breathing heavily, neither saying anything. Finally, he pushed himself up, his arms trembling from the effort. He felt fully spent. Wrestling with her and fucking her was physically taxing.

“I...are you okay?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“I wasn't expecting that backhand,” she said, rubbing her jaw. She smirked at him. “I didn't think you had it in you,” she admitted.

“Fuck, I'm sorry-” he began.

“No! It's fine. Remember, we had a safe word. If I wanted you to stop, I would have used it. You did...really, really good. Like, really good. Are you sure you haven't done something like that before? Be honest,” she said.

“No, really, I haven't. That was my first time trying...something like that.”

Angel laughed. “You're a natural, kid. That was...among the better experiences in my life of that type of thing. Thank you, a lot. That really, really got me off. Like...man, you have no idea. It's been a while since I've had an orgasm that good. I felt that.”

“Well...you're welcome, I'm glad I could be of service,” he replied.

He pulled out of her and then laid half-off, half-on her, feeling both of their bodies cooling, relaxing, now that they had both come.

“I'm confused about something,” he said suddenly.

“Why I'm into this?” Angel asked.

“No, not really. I kind of get that. At the end there, you didn't want me to finish in you. I got all the other stuff, but...in the context of the scenario, why?”

Angel laughed. “I watch a lot of porn. It's a holdover I guess from a time when birth control wasn't so universal. It was bad enough to get forced...a lot worse to get pregnant from it. Plus, I guess, it's just one more thing that you could force me to do. Force me to accept your seed, deep inside...I thought it was really hot.”

“Yeah...I did, too...” Ryan murmured.

“You don't sound happy about that. Did you not like it? We don't have to do this again, if you don't want to. I mean, I'll be disappointed, but just regular sex would work if you're really that uncomfortable with this whole thing.”

“No, it's fine. I'll do it again. It's just...I feel bad. Like...I feel guilty. I mean, in real life I'd absolutely never, ever-”

“Oh, I know. You wouldn't ever do that to someone, I get it. There are plenty of people out there who never want to do stuff like this, but it's one of the most popular fantasies. I tend to think of it as just another form of entertainment. I know plenty of people who would never want to murder someone, and yet they play games in which that's practically all you do.”

“I guess so,” Ryan replied, still a little uncomfortable.

“Come on,” Angel said, sitting up, her beautiful, orange breasts bouncing with the motion. “Let's go take a shower, get your mind off of it.”

“All right,” Ryan replied.

They got up and went into her bathroom. She turned on the water and stepped in, beckoning him to follow. He did, stepping inside. Her shower had two shower heads, so that the water hit them from both sides and they didn't have to swap. He stared at her naked, wet body, all her curves, her tail, which he had hardly noticed during the sex, hung down between her legs. He couldn't wait to fuck her doggystyle. He found himself becoming horny again.

Angel seemed to pick up on it. She pressed herself up against him, rubbing her breasts up and down his bare chest as she wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her lips to his and slid her tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, slid his hands down her wet, smooth back to cup her thick ass in his grasp. He could feel himself getting hard again, his erection pressing against her, in between her legs.

Suddenly, he wanted his cock in her mouth again. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down slightly. She got the message and slid down to her knees, immediately gripping his cock and licking up the bottom length of it and sliding it into her mouth all in one smooth motion. He groaned, reaching out to steady himself, hands flat against the wall and sliding glass door. She began to bob her head expertly, her motions almost machine-like as she pleasured him. He groaned, feeling his cock throb in her wet mouth.

She took it out for a moment, one fist wrapped tightly around his head, pumping eagerly. “Enjoying yourself, cutie?” she asked, looking up at him with her sultry, seductive red eyes. She pumped her fist faster.

“Yes,” he managed. “Fuck, I think I'm gonna...oh damn!” he moaned.

He started letting off unexpectedly. Angel was ready for him. She lowered herself, parting her lips, jerking him off directly into her own mouth. He groaned, forcing his eyes to stay open, to watch as his dick spurted narrow, stringy gobs of his seed into her mouth, onto her tongue, her lips, some on her chin. She took it all in. When he was finished, she gently licked the head of his cock, then swallowed and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Human seed tastes good,” she said, standing up and washing her face off.

“You're really, really good at that,” he said. His legs were trembling now, and it was an effort to stand up.

“I've had practice,” Angel replied. “Now, come on. I always like to take a nap after a good fuck and a shower.”

Ryan killed the water and followed her out, ready for another nap.

CHAPTER 05

They had a mission.

Ryan had expected more: a bluster of activity, running around, alarms...not just Emily poking her head into his room and telling him she'd found them a mission.

“What kind of mission?”

“A simple one. Courier. We have to go to another system, pick something up, bring it somewhere else. Hopefully we don't get attacked along the way. This is a milk run, really, but it'd be nice if you and Syl could go over the ship, make sure everything is in proper working order. I'd hate to find myself in a firefight without any guns.”

“All right, I'll get right on it.”

Emily lingered in the doorway a moment. “You're a real treasure, you know that?”

“What? Why?”

“Not only are you a great and eager fuck toy, but you're not afraid of actual work.”

Ryan smiled. “Thanks.”

“I'll make sure to thank you later, very personally.”

She'd left him alone after that. He'd finished up what he'd been doing, which wasn't much beyond listening to music and reading the latest novel he'd bought, then got up and had gone in search of Syl. Which was what he was presently doing. She wasn't in her quarters, nor was she in the engine room. He'd just decided to scope out the kitchen when he realized she must be on the bridge. She was their unofficial pilot.

He moved down the corridor to its end and opened up the door that led to the bridge. Sure enough, there she was. She sat in the only seat in the room. He could see her face reflected in one of the screens and paused. Apparently, she hadn't noticed him coming in. She looked like she was concentrating hard, her lithe, nimble little hands flying across a variety of keyboards. Likely firing up the engine, punching in flight trajectories, scanning the likely traffic, getting appropriate permission to leave their current station and requesting further permission to dock at another. This litany of work continued for another two minutes before abruptly ceasing.

Her hands dropped to her sides and she fell back in the seat, giving out a little sigh. The ship began moving. Syl turned around and let out a small sound of surprise.

“Oh! You surprised me, I didn't know you'd come in,” she said, catching her breath.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just...you looked so adorable, your face was all scrunched up in concentration...”

“Don't make fun of me!” she said, standing up.

“I'm not! I swear! I mean it, you looked adorable.”

She crossed her arms, frowning at him. “All right...” she said, reluctantly. “I guess I'll have to take your word for it...so what were you doing in here? Looking for a quick fuck? Or a not-so-quick fuck?” she asked.

“Much as I'd love to, we have responsibilities. Emily wants to make sure the ship is in good shape for the mission.”

Syl rolled her eyes. “Easy,” she said, turning back to one of the varied screens surrounding her chair. She typed something up and, after ten seconds, turned back to him. “I just need to run a diagnostic scan on the whole ship. It'll check out everything and let me know if anything needs repair. And while it's running a check on the ship...” she crossed the room and stood before him, running her small hands across his chest. “You can run a check on me.”

Ryan felt himself grinning stupidly, felt himself hardening. “I really like the sound of that,” he replied.

Syl smiled, opened her mouth to say something, then, suddenly, closed it again and frowned. She sighed. “Shit,” she muttered.

“What?”

“I just remembered...there's this little glitch in the right torpedo launcher. I was meaning to fix it, but then you showed up with your cute butt and nice smile and distracted me.”

“I'm not sorry about that,” Ryan replied.

Syl laughed. “Me neither, but that means that we have to delay gratification now for a little bit. Not too long though. It's like a ten minute fix, come on, keep me company.”

“Okay.”

He followed her back down the length of the corridor, all the way to the end. She opened the door and stepped into the engine room. He followed her in, finding it difficult not to stare at her tight butt. She was wearing some very form-fitting, tight white shorts made of some kind of cloth that seemed to cling to her skin.

She might as well have been naked from the waist down.

Syl moved over to her work area and spent a few seconds searching through the pile of tools and parts. Finally, she collected up whatever it was she wanted and walked deeper into the room. Ryan kept trailing after her until she stopped at a particular panel in one of the walls. He helped her get it off and set it down against the wall.

“So...” he said as she settled in to work on the innards of the ship.

“Yeah?” she asked after a moment.

“I have a question for you, it might be kind of...personal,” he said.

Syl laughed, pausing briefly in her repairs. “I've sucked your dick, we've fucked, and you've shot your load into me and onto me several times. I think we're beyond personal questions being any kind of weird at this point.”

“Yeah, I guess you've got a point,” Ryan replied.

“So, shoot.”

“Well...I guess I'll just come out and ask. Would you ever consider having a threesome with me and Colleen? And before you ask, I haven't asked her yet.”

Syl stopped her work again, considering. Ryan wondered if he'd asked the wrong question. Syl started working once more. “Yeah, I would. Why do you ask?”

“...just like that? Yes?”

Syl laughed. “It's a pretty straightforward question. I'm into boys and girls and Colleen is really hot and I've always wanted to know what it would be like to have that warm fur against my breasts, my hips, my inner thighs...”

“Fur on skin contact is really, really great,” Ryan confirmed. “I loved sleeping with her.”

“All the more reason. I've always had kind of a thing for her, but I thought...I don't know what I thought, really. I mean, we hang out more than anyone else on the ship. Angel and Emily are extroverts, always going out, me and Colleen are homebodies. We usually watch movies or shows together, or play games, in her room. I've snuck a lot of looks down her shirt or at her butt. She likes to hide it, for some reason, but she's got a great body.”

“She really does...” Ryan replied.

“Ha ha, listen to us, drooling over her...what brought this on? Or is it really as obvious as you just want to fuck two of us at once?”

“Well, yeah, that, and...I've never had a threesome before. Especially not with two hot alien beauties. And I also kind of picked up on the fact that she's got a crush on you. It's just the way she looks at you, the way she talks about you. Plus, Angel thinks the same thing.”

“I had my suspicions. I didn't pursue anything with her because...I guess I was worried about compromising the friendship. What if it got weird or went bad or...what if it went right and she wanted more commitment than I was willing to give?” She shrugged. “But I guess that's all changed now that you're here. I mean, we've both fucked you. We've all fucked you. With another person there, I think we'll all be okay. So yeah, if she's down for it, I am.”

“Great!”

“Ha ha, well, someone's excited. How about you got ask her while I finish up these repairs? If she says yes, we can get to the sex. If she says no...well, you and me can get to the sex.”

“Okay.”

Ryan stood up and left the engine room. He hurried down the corridor to Colleen's door, pulse racing, erection growing, thoughts of the two women naked, in bed together with him, pleasuring him, pleasuring each other...

He activated the buzzer. There was a pause. “Who is it?” Colleen's voice came out through the tiny speaker mounted beside the door.

“It's me, uh, Ryan,” he replied.

The door popped open. Ryan stepped in. She was seated at her huge desk, but turned to face him as he came in.

“What's up?” she asked, sounding genuinely happy.

“I've got kind of a weird question,” he replied.

She suddenly seemed guarded. “Oh-kay...what?” she replied cautiously.

“I was wondering if, well, would you have a threesome with me and Syl? She's interested in it,” he asked.

Colleen stared at him for a long moment, a look of surprise crossing her face. He suspected that if she didn't have any fur, she'd be blushing fiercely. She took a breath, let it out slowly, seeming to consider several things at once.

“Are...are you sure?” she asked finally. “I mean...she said that? Syl said she would have a threesome with you and me?”

“Yes. She did. She was very receptive to the idea. And obviously I am. So...are you down for it? Cause she's ready.”

“Oh, um, right now?” She bit her lip, then smiled. “Yeah. That'd be great. I'll, uh, get ready for you guys,” she said, standing up.

Ryan smiled. “Thanks.”

He left the room and hurried back down the main hall to the engine room. As he stepped inside and crossed the room, he saw Syl fitting the panel back into place. She began replacing her tools and glanced up at him. “Well?”

“We've got the green light for a three way,” Ryan replied.

Syl grinned and finished packing. She snapped her toolkit shut and stood up. “Great! Is she ready now?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“Let's not keep her waiting.”

Syl replaced her toolkit at her workstation and took one of Ryan's hands, lacing their fingers. He liked the feel of her hot, smooth skin against his. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. “Excited?” she asked.

“More than you know. I've never done anything like this,” Ryan replied.

“As far as I know, neither has she. But I've had experiences before. I'll make sure things move along smoothly.”

“Sounds good.”

They came to Colleen's door and hit the buzzer. They heard Colleen say 'open!' from inside and the door slid open. Ryan smiled as he spied her lying on her bed in nothing but her bra and panties, smiling at them, head propped up on one hand.

“Hey, you two,” she said.

“Hello,” Ryan replied, closing and locking the door behind them.

“Hey, pink cutie,” Syl said, reaching down and grabbing the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it up smoothly over her head and tossed it aside. She hadn't been wearing a bra. Ryan took off his own shirt and dropped it to the floor, then undid his cargo pants and pulled them and his boxers down. Syl repeated his action, though less clumsily, as she already wasn't wearing shoes. In his haste, Ryan had forgotten to take his off.

For a moment, he was distracted by Syl's tight, pale ass directly in front of him, and beyond her, Colleen lounging in lingerie, watching them both. Frustrated, he kicked his shoes off and managed to get his pants and boxers off. Ignoring his socks, he walked up behind Syl, slipped his arms around her and began kissing the side of her neck. She let out a happy, surprised gasp, grabbed his hands and brought them up to her breasts. He began sucking on her neck, squeezing her perky breasts briefly, then started to run the tips of his forefingers around her nipples in small, quick circles. Syl gasped again, pressing against him.

He used his left hand to continue playing with one of her nipples, brushing his fingers across it, while bringing his right hand lower, down her torso, across her stomach, below her waist. Syl moaned as he slipped a finger in between the lips of her vagina, running across the wet, sensitive skin there, up and down until he settled on her clit.

“Hey, come on,” Colleen said, a little breathless. “Don't get too far along without me.”

“Sorry,” Ryan murmured.

“Here,” Syl whispered, disengaging from his grasp and climbing onto the bed. Ryan watched her, momentarily frozen by his desire to watch the two of them start doing things together. Syl climbed on top of Colleen and kissed her deeply.

Colleen's eyes widened in surprise, then closed. Syl's nimble little hands reached up in between Colleen's back and the bed. She made a quick motion, then retracted her hands. Without breaking the kiss, the pulled the straps of Colleen's bra down, first drawing one arm between them and then the other, freeing Colleen's large, pink-furred breasts. She tossed the bra aside, then glanced back at Ryan. “You gonna join us?”

“Uh...yeah, yeah,” Ryan replied.

Colleen had a king size bed. It took up a fair amount of space in her room. Ryan was glad. There would be enough room for lots of fun. He hopped onto the bed as Syl began to take off Colleen's panties. He laid down next to the cyvit and began kissing her, massaging one of her soft breasts as he did so. Syl crawled back up Colleen and lowered her head towards her chest. Colleen gasped as Syl began sucking on her other breast. She moaned and slipped her rough tongue into Ryan's mouth. He deepened the kiss, continuing to grope her.

“Here...move a little,” Syl said, rearranging them so that they were lying on their backs, side by side, with a little space in between them.

“What-” Colleen began, then gasped as Syl leaned down between her thighs and began eating her out. She reached out, gripped Ryan's cock, and started pumping. He propped himself up on his elbows, trying to get a better look.

“Oh, Syl!” Colleen moaned, reaching down and running her fingers through Syl's short, red hair. Her head was still, but he could just see her narrow tongue working quickly, slipping over Colleen's clit again and again. Colleen was moaning, her head pressed back into her pillow, eyes squeezed shut. She was holding her breath. When Syl suddenly lifted her head up, Colleen let out her breath in an explosive sigh.

“What...” she began, looking down at Syl, who was smiling.

“It's Ryan's turn,” she replied, shifting over to him.

He groaned as she ran her tongue up the bottom of his cock and slipped it into her mouth in one, smooth movement. She began bobbing her head smoothly, running her tongue occasionally over the head.

“Oh fuck, Syl,” he moaned.

“She's good, huh?” Colleen asked.

“Yeah.”

Syl kept going like that, switching twice more between them, giving them each roughly thirty seconds of pleasure.

“Now...it's my turn,” she said. “Colleen?” she asked, “Would you mind doing the honor?”

“Uh...no, not at all,” Colleen replied, smiling awkwardly. “I've just...never done this before.”

“It's okay. It's easy.”

“Don't worry,” Ryan said as the women switched places. “If I can do it, you'll do fine.”

Ryan watched as Syl laid back and spread her thin, pale legs. Colleen laid down flat on her stomach in between Syl's legs, reached up, and spread the lips of her small vagina. She leaned in and let her tongue come out, then set to work. Syl gasped, reached out and grasped Colleen's head. “Yes...” she moaned. “Yes, oh God, your tongue...fuck, it's rough and it feels so good!” she cried.

“I think you're doing a good job,” Ryan said, then leaned over and began sucking on one of Syl's breasts. She moaned louder, twisting and writhing as they both pleasured her. Ryan continued sucking on her nipple for a little bit longer, then sat up.

“If you girls don't mind, I'm going to start the sex,” he said.

“Okay,” Syl said.

“Do you want me on my hands and knees?” Colleen asked.

“Yes, exactly. I want to fuck you from behind while you eat out Syl.”

“That will be wicked hot,” Syl said.

“I'm ready,” Colleen replied, shifting up onto her hands and knees.

Ryan got behind her as she lowered her head again and Syl let out another pleasured gasp. He ran his hands over her pink ass, then guided himself into her tight, wet opening. He heard Colleen moan, the sound muffled by Syl's pussy. He joined her, giving voice to his own pleasure as he buried himself, inch by inch, inside of her. He began sliding his cock in and out of her, going faster and deeper, building up momentum.

He knew that not blowing off after only a few minutes was going to be a real task. Fucking someone as hot as Colleen was hard enough, but fucking her while watching her pleasure Syl? Two hot alien women at the same time? He stared down at Colleen's ass, grasped firmly in his hands, and he gave it a hard slap. She moaned and kept licking. Ryan looked up at Syl, who was lying, spread-eagle, ahead of both of them, biting her lip, head pressed back into the pillows. She was letting out a low moan, her hands running through Colleen's hair, crying out occasionally, her hips gently thrusting in sync with Colleen's tongue.

Suddenly, he wanted to get to the portion of this where he was fucking Syl. He considered this matter for a moment. He could ask Colleen to get off and start fucking Syl, but that would leave her out of the fun, even temporarily. Maybe they could keep making out, but...that still didn't feel right. He wanted to keep the energy, the passion, going. An idea struck him, and he considered the mechanics of it for the moment, then decided to go with it.

“Colleen, could you get on top of Syl, and Syl, could you pull your legs up?” he asked, extracting himself from Colleen.

“Uh...yeah,” Colleen replied, pulling her head up. “Tongue's getting kind of tired anyway.”

Syl pulled her legs up, and Colleen held them in place with her own legs as she balanced on her shins, pressing Syl's narrow frame in between her thighs. Ryan realized that he'd set it up right: Colleen's vagina was right above Syl's, and both of them were very accessible.

“I'm coming in, Syl,” Ryan said.

“I'm very ready for you,” Syl replied.

Ryan pressed himself up against Colleen's ass again, but aimed lower this time. He was basically flying blind, but after a moment of trial and error, he slipped into Syl's very hot, very tight pussy. He heard her groan and felt her shudder as he slid into her. He began fucking her, trying not to go too hard on her, venting his own pleasure as he rocked in and out of her. He reached forward, first pressing onto Colleen's back, encouraging her to kiss Syl, which she began to do. Syl began making out of with her passionately.

He then slipped his hands around and under, first groping Colleen's large, furry breasts, then flipping them over and massaging Syl's smaller, smooth, hot breasts. He fucked her for another minute, then pulled out and slipped back into Colleen, drilling her again. She moaned into Syl's mouth, pressing back against him. Ryan knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He pulled out and put it back into Syl, balancing on his knees, screwing her fast and hard, listening for the hot, frantic sounds of her panting moans, muffled by Colleen's lips.

“Oh...fuck...fuck!” he groaned as he started letting off, grabbing Colleen's hips and squeezing them as his began fill Syl up with his seed. Both of the women were moaning now. His hips gave quick, uncontrollable thrusts as he came, his orgasm sending starbursts of pleasure exploding through his entire body.

When he finished, he pulled himself from Syl's pussy and laid down next to her. Colleen rolled off of Syl, over Ryan, and then lay on his other side. Both of the women re-positioned themselves so that each had a head resting on his shoulder.

“I think that went well,” he said.

Syl laughed. “Yeah, I would call this a resounding success. I'm pretty sure I came twice,” she replied.

“I know I did,” Colleen said tiredly.

Ryan laid there a moment, his arms wrapped around both of them, hands rubbing slowly up and down their arms. “So...one time deal or should this happen again?”

“I'd definitely be down for more,” Syl said.

“Yeah, me too. Syl, you are...really good at eating pussy,” Colleen said.

“You aren't so bad yourself, cutie,” Syl replied. They laid there another moment before Syl shifted. “You know what would be awesome right about now?”

“What?” Ryan asked.

“A joint. Colleen, you still got any toke?”

“Oh, yeah, I do. It's in the drawer of the nightstand,” she replied. “Ryan, you ever had any?”

“A little last year. I tried it and thought it was pretty cool,” he said.

“Why'd you stop? Not your thing or...” Syl trailed off as she rolled over away from them for a moment and started rummaging around in the nightstand.

“No, I...it's stupid,” he said, not liking to think about that time in his life.

“What? Tell us,” Colleen said, sitting up, propping her head on one hand. He became distracted by her breasts, which were partially resting on him.

“I don't know...”

“Come on, don't be like that. We just fucked you,” Syl replied. “Ah, here it is.” She rolled back over, now holding a joint in one of her small hands and a slim lighter in the other. She put it into her mouth and lit up. Once the tip was lit, she puffed a few times, then tossed the lighter onto the nightstand and took a long pull.

“Yeah, we let you inside us, you totally owe us a story,” Colleen said.

“Is that the currency we're using?” Ryan asked.

Syl laughed out a cloud of smoke. “Yeah, definitely. Tell us stories.”

“What's the exchange rate? One fuck, one story?”

“I think this might count as two. You did fuck both of us,” Colleen replied, reaching across Ryan for the joint. Syl took another pull at it, then passed it to Colleen, who brought it to her lips and began smoking it.

“Okay, fine, whatever,” Ryan replied. “There was this girl I worked with. I had the biggest crush on her. It had been about a year since I'd been with anyone, even like a casual relationship. We'd talk a lot and, I don't know,” he shrugged awkwardly, “I felt like we might have had some chemistry. This was about the time I had finally gone out and bought some toke, tried it, liked it. Made me feel good. I was planning on getting more.”

“Well here, try some now,” Colleen said, passing him the joint. He took it, brought it to his lips and took a pull. Immediately he began coughing up a cloud of smoke.

Colleen began laughing. “You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah...fine,” Ryan replied. “Happened the first time, too.” He took another pull, and this one went down smoother. He blew out a cloud of smoke, took another puff, then passed it over to Syl. “So, I found out from this girl that she didn't like that stuff. Didn't like to smoke or drink, kind of straight edge, you know?”

“So, no fun, huh?” Syl asked.

“Yeah, I guess. I decided I'd be the same way, I mean, it wasn't like it'd be some huge change on my part, I already didn't do it much myself, mainly because my opiate of choice was gaming and reading. And eating takeout Chinese.”

“Oh my God, I love that stuff!” Colleen exclaimed.

“It's the best,” Ryan agreed.

“So what happened with Miss Straight Edge?” Syl asked, passing the joint back to Ryan.

He took another pull on it. “I asked her out on a date. She turned me down. A few days later she ended up with some other guy.”

“Lame!” Syl declared. “What kind of ending is that?!”

“A true one...a lot of them ended up like that,” Ryan replied.

“Aw...so why'd you stop smoking?” Colleen asked.

“I tried it again, but I just kept thinking about this girl.” He sighed. “Maybe I'm downplaying it, but I had kind of fallen for her. She was really smart, funny, kind, great all around. I just thought about how she'd gone out with someone else and I was alone in my apartment, toking up and playing video games and being a total loser.”

Syl took the blunt out of his mouth, held it away, leaned in and kissed him firmly on the lips. Then Colleen leaned in and did the same. Syl replaced the joint.

“Well, now this can be your new memory. You're definitely not a loser in my book,” Syl said firmly.

“Yeah, don't get too down on yourself. I know, I've been there, it's miserable.”

“I guess you're right. This is a great new memory.” He took another pull, then passed it back to Syl. His head was now buzzing pleasantly and he felt incredibly relaxed, and happy. He laughed. “Holy shit...it just hit me,” he murmured.

“What?” Colleen asked.

“I'm smoking weed in a bed with two ridiculously hot, naked alien women that I just had a threesome with. This is probably the greatest moment of my life.”

Syl burst out laughing. “You are definitely on your way to being stoned.”

“Happily so,” Ryan replied.

Syl killed off the blunt and began rooting around for another one. While she did, Ryan suddenly found himself getting horny again. He rolled over and started kissing Colleen, placing one hand on her breast. “Oh, hello,” she said in between kisses.

“Hey, there...” he replied. “I think I want to fuck you again.”

“Mmm...I'm okay with that,” Colleen replied, grinning slyly at him.

Ryan got on top of her as Colleen opened her legs for him. He was already getting hard again. He kept making out with her, groping her ass and her tits while dry-humping her, until he hard enough to get it going again. She reached down and guided his cock into her and they both moaned, a sound of sexual unity, as he entered her.

“Oh, Colleen,” he groaned, kissing her passionately, making love to her. He heard a cough from beside him and glanced over. “Oh, Syl...you want to...” he trailed off.

“Don't mind me,” Syl replied, grinning. “I've been happily fucked and I'm enjoying the show. You two are hot together. Keep going.”

“Thanks,” Colleen breathed. She looked up at Ryan, her breath coming in pants, her eyes begging him desperately for more. He kept going, kissing her again, rocking atop her. She had her legs spread wide, her yearning hips thrusting against him, getting him deeper within her tight wetness. Again, he was feeling that connection, that thing beyond lust, as though they were both really in sync with each other, that this wasn't just sex.

He found himself looking into her eyes and kissed her again. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? Ryan tried not to think about it. What if he fell in love and screwed up the relationship? Or screwed up what he had going here? But he also felt a special connection to Syl...What about that? Could he feel it for both of them at the same time? All these thoughts were really killing the mood. An idea popped into his head.

“Hey, Syl, will you let me finish in your mouth?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure,” she replied.

“You don't mind?” he asked, looking back at Colleen.

“Hey, less clean up,” she replied.

He nodded and kept fucking her for a few seconds longer. Ryan marveled at how he was so close to finishing already. Normally he wouldn't be able to get it up for at least half an hour or so after finishing, but now...it was probably being around these two. He was more attracted to them than any other woman he'd ever met.

“Shit, going!” he cried out, barely pulling his cock out in time. Syl was right there where she needed to be, already having abandoned the blunt in an ashtray on the nightstand. She knelt and took his dick into her mouth. Immediately she began sucking and gently bobbing her head. He groaned as a second orgasm took him, lapped through him with pink waves of raw ecstasy. He cried out at the extra pleasure of Syl sucking his seed out, gently working his cock with her small, hot hand. She sucked him dry, then gently extracted his dick from her mouth and licked the tip.

“Was that what you were looking for?” she asked, grinning up at him, staring at him with her glowing white eyes.

“Yes,” he managed, collapsing atop Colleen. “A resounding yes.”

Syl giggled. “Good. I'm happy.”

Before anyone could say anything else, the shipwide intercom system clicked on. “Syl, we're getting ready to leave. We need you on the bridge, wherever you are.” It was Emily. “Ryan, if you've got your cock in her, finish it up quick.”

The intercom clicked off. Syl laughed. “Ugh, I've got to go do responsible things.” She stood up and moved into the bathroom. Ryan shifted off of Colleen, getting next to her instead of on top of her, and listened to Syl rinse and spit. “Don't take it personally,” she said.

“Take what personal?” Ryan asked. “Are you talking to me or Colleen?”

“You,” Syl replied, coming back out a moment later and collecting up her clothes. “I hear human boys take it personal when you rinse and spit after blowing them.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” he replied. “I'm still happy that you agreed to do it in the first place.”

“What are you two going to do?” Syl asked as she finished pulling her shirt on.

“Sleep,” Ryan murmured, then yawned. “If that's okay with you,” he said, snuggling up against Colleen.

“I'd be very happy with that prospect,” Colleen replied, pulling the blankets over them. “Could you get the lights on your way out, Syl?”

“Yeah, sure. But I warn you, I might be back later for some follow up action. Despite your apparent inexperience, Colleen, you are quite good at eating my pussy.”

Colleen smiled tiredly up at her. “I'd be happy to do it again if you would return the favor. You are like a fucking pro at it.”

“Of course,” Syl replied. She blew a kiss to Colleen and Ryan, then turned off the lights and stepped out of the room.

Ryan put an arm over Colleen's stomach, pulling her close to him, burying his face in her fur, and drifted off to sleep.

…

Something woke him up.

He groaned, blinked awake, looked around. There was a bright light, but then it was gone. Someone was moving around in the room. Colleen was still asleep.

“Hello?” Ryan murmured.

“Shh,” a reply came. He realized it was Syl as his eyes refocused: he could see the gentle glow of some of her nodes of technology and the more obvious white glow of her eyes. He heard her shifting around, then the sound of her clothes hitting the floor.

“Syl...what's up?” he whispered.

“I'm horny,” Syl replied. “For some hot, pink furry loving. Care to watch?” she asked.

“Oh my God, yes,” Ryan said, shifting aside.

Syl, naked now, crawled onto the bed. He could see her and Colleen better now that his eyes had adjusted to the low light level granted by Syl's body and a few pieces of equipment in Colleen's room that let off ambient light. Gently, Syl pulled away the blankets, revealing Colleen's naked, curvy body. Colleen shivered slightly, then shifted and came awake.

“What...” she whispered, then looked up at Syl. “Oh, hi,” she said softly, smiling.

“Hi there, beautiful,” Syl replied.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to Colleen's, while at the same time she began groping one of Colleen's large, firm, pink-furred breasts. An idea popped into Ryan's head as he watched them swapping spit, their lips pressing together, tongues probing. Colleen began running her hands down Syl's back, stopping to cup her tight ass. He quickly turned around, opening up the small drawer in Colleen's nightstand and rooting around until he found one of her blunts. He discovered the lighter discarded atop the nightstand, grabbed it, and stuck the joint in his mouth. Lighting up, he took a few puffs, then set the lighter back on the nightstand.

Syl began to kiss along Colleen's neck, then went down, lower, until she was over her chest. She began sucking on one of Colleen's breasts. Colleen let out a gasp, followed by a low moan. She bit her lip, closed her eyes. Syl switched to the other breast after about half a minute, giving it the same treatment. Right about the time Ryan noticed her nimble little hands slipping lower, in between Colleen's legs, the cyvit let out a loud moan.

“Oh, Syl, yes! Yes...” she groaned.

Syl laughed softly. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Colleen moaned.

“Will you sixty nine with me?” Syl asked.

“Yes, definitely.”

Syl thanked her, then got up and swung around. She glanced at Ryan and winked at him. He grinned and took another long drag on the blunt, thoroughly enjoying the show. Syl positioned her vagina directly over Colleen's mouth, then settled in, lying flat along her and positioning her own mouth over Colleen's pussy. They both set to work, licking each other in that most sensitive of places. Immediately, they both began to moan and pant. Ryan had been feeling himself getting hard as he watched this display.

Now that they were in this position, he wasn't just getting hard anymore, he was full-on there. He wondered how annoyed they'd be if he asked to join in, and decided to just keep watching. He listened to the girls moan, watched them writhe around as the pleasured each other, for another minute or so, before Syl came up for air.

“Hey, C-Colleen,” she managed. Colleen was still going.

“Hmm?” Colleen replied.

Syl got off her face, laid down beside her. “Wanna scissor?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah...I've never done it before,” she replied, a little breathlessly.

Syl smiled, propping herself up on the heels of her palms. “Don't worry, I have. It's easy.” She looked over at Ryan, blew an errant strand of crimson hair off of her face. “Enjoying the show, cutie?” she asked.

“Yes. Definitely.”

Syl re-positioned herself, sitting in between Colleen's thicker, furry thighs. She brought one of Colleen's legs up and slipped her own beneath it, then placed her other leg over Colleen's other leg. Both women were propping themselves up on their hands, sliding slowly into position. As they shifted together, fit their hips together, Colleen let out a low moan.

“There we go...” Syl whispered.

They began thrusting into each other, grinding against each other, and their moans filled the room. It took a moment, but soon both women were thrusting in sync together. Ryan took it all in, watching as they rubbed their pussies together. He watched their bouncing breasts, the way Colleen bit her lower lip in pleasure, the way Syl let her head hang back, mouth open, giving voice to her immense ecstasy. The curve of their hips, the pleasant thickness of Colleen's thighs, the sheen of sweat on Syl's tight body.

They kept going until something gave.

Judging by the twitching in her body and the wetness of her inner thighs, Ryan could tell that Syl had had at least one orgasm, but judging by the concentration on Colleen's face, the way she kept holding her breath and releasing it in loud gasps, he could tell she was building up towards a big one. Syl seemed to notice this, too. She suddenly reached down into between them, found Colleen's clit and began rubbing it.

“Oh, Syl! Oh, fuck!” Colleen screamed, and then she was going.

She all but collapsed back onto to the bed, crying out, her voice filling her dim quarters, writhing around in pure, raw pleasure. Syl kept going, rubbing her clit, not letting up, trying to extend her lover's orgasm. Colleen kept writhing around, twisting and crying out wordlessly, until her ecstasy was spent. Finally, she flopped back, panting, her chest heaving, wonderful pink breasts swaying. “Thank...you...Syl...” she breathed, then took a deep breath and let it out.

“You're very welcome. Now, I bet you wish you'd asked me to bed earlier than this, don't you?” Syl replied.

Colleen nodded. “Yeah. Definitely. You're really good at this sex stuff.”

Syl laughed. “Yeah, this sex stuff...and we have Ryan to thank for this.” She crawled lazily across the bed and then sprawled in his lap, resting her head on his leg. She reached up and took the blunt from his mouth, took a pull on it.

“Oh, dear...” she said. “Seems like our show got you a little excited. Your dick is poking against my head,” she said. “I can feel it through the blanket.”

“Well, there's ways to deal with that...” Ryan replied.

Colleen laughed. “You know, I could use a shower,” she said.

“Me too,” Syl said, sitting up. She reached over and stubbed the joint out in the ashtray. “How about we all shower and take care of Ryan's...problem?”

“I like the sound of that,” Ryan replied.

“Come on,” Syl said.

They untangled themselves from each other and the blankets and got out of bed. Colleen's shower was, thankfully, just big enough to contain all three of them. Ryan turned on the water to a comfortably warm temperature, then stepped aside, welcoming the two women in. Once they were inside, he followed them in.

As they all started getting wet, they took turns making out with him. He ran his hands over their bodies, their breasts, their hips, their asses. Before long, they both dropped down to their knees, crowding in around him.

Syl gripped his cock and they both leaned in and began licking. Ryan felt a low groan escape his throat as he watched their tongues rub across the tip of his dick. He found it difficult to continue standing up and part of him wished they would have done this in bed. But the way these two looked, wet and naked and on their knees, licking his cock at the same time...particularly Syl, the way her hair her looked, plastered to her head, made it worth the effort.

Ryan had a real thing for redheads.

Colleen took charge then, gripped his cock and slipped it into her mouth. She began bobbing her head rapidly.

Ryan let out another low groan.

Syl laughed. “I think he likes it,” she said. “Lemme give it a suck.”

Colleen took it out of her mouth and passed it to Syl, who immediately licked it and then started sucking his dick. Ryan put his hand on the back of her head, struggling to continue standing, lost in the absolute hot, wet pleasure of her mouth, her lips, her tongue. She continued for a while longer, then took it out and passed it back to Colleen, who continued the process. He put his hand on the back of her head, too.

They kept going like that, passing it back and forth, until he felt his orgasm swell to the point where he could no longer contain it. Syl seemed to sense this, it happened right as Colleen was taking his cock out of her mouth to pass it back. Instead of putting it in her own mouth, Syl began jacking him off, pumping her fist up and down the length of his dick rapidly. He groaned and started letting off, his cock twitching and spasming as the orgasm exploded through it. Ryan forced his eyes to stay open, looking down, watching his seed spray across first Syl's face, then Colleen's as she turned his cock to face the beautiful, naked, kneeling cyvit.

It sprayed across their lips, their cheeks, got in their hair, in their mouths. Syl kept working it all throughout the orgasm, as though trying to squeeze every last drop from him. He barely managed to keep standing, his legs weakening by the second as the pleasure tore through him, watching his semen coat both of them in stringy spurts.

When it was finished, Syl took it back in her mouth and slowly pulled it out, sucking the whole time. He gasped as she did this.

Syl laughed. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

“You have no idea,” Ryan replied. “Now...we should finish up. I need to sit down before I fall down,” he said.

Both women agreed with him and stood back up. They washed themselves off and then turned off the shower. After they had all dried off, they climbed naked back into the bed.

“Now what?” Ryan asked.

“How long do we have until we get to where we're going?” Colleen asked.

“About a day,” Syl replied.

“Great. How about we grab some pizza from the kitchen, relax in here naked, smoke a joint or three, and watch cartoons or something?”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea,” Ryan replied.

CHAPTER 06

“Oh my God...yes...right...don't stop! Don't stop! Keep going! Oh...fuuuuck!”

Ryan had propped himself up on his hands, staring down at Emily's enormous body. Her heaving, sweat-slicked breasts, her tight stomach, her broad hips. He felt the muscles in her vagina convulsing, clenching and releasing, and a hot wave of juices sprayed across her inner thighs, his lower stomach and legs. Her whole body was writhing and twisting, her hands opening closing, eyes squeezed shut, head pressed back into the pillow. She kept screaming in ecstasy, pressing against him with her hips, riding her orgasm.

He kept going, thrusting into her, trying to sync up their orgasms. Just as she was finishing, he looked up and caught sight of her huge breasts still bouncing from her own pleasure, and that set him off. He started shooting off inside of her, filling her up, feeling his own orgasm shooting through him in starbursts of unfiltered pleasure. He waited until his dick stopped spasming, slowing down to smaller and smaller twitches, and then he collapsed atop her, resting his head on her breasts. They both laid there, chests heaving, sweat cooling.

“Thank you,” she said.

Ryan knew that was Emily's way of saying she wanted him off of her. It was a step up from when she just said 'Get off me now.' He pulled out and rolled off of her, lying on his back. She laid there for a moment longer, then stood up in one smooth motion. Ryan still liked watching her when she moved. She was graceful and smooth. The fact that she was nearly seven feet tall and very curvy didn't seem to offset her balance at all.

“Want to shower with me?” she asked.

He was distracted, staring at her huge, pale ass. “What? Oh, yeah.”

“Are you ever not horny?” she asked, turning around.

“I...spent a long time alone,” he replied. “It's like I went from being broke to winning the lottery, I'm still wowed by all the, uh, 'money'.”

Emily snorted. “I guess that makes sense. I'm a little jaded but hey, it's nice for me too. Especially when I do this,” she reached up and made her breasts bounce, “and suddenly every thought in your head derails and you get that dumb look on your face.”

“Everyone likes boobs,” Ryan replied after a moment.

“Yes, they do. But most guys in my line of work tend to have a jaded view of life, even if they have to manufacture it. So when a guy normally looks at my boobs, he has to pretend he doesn't care, been there, done that, he's seen better and sucked on them, too.”

“That doesn't sound like much fun,” Ryan murmured, standing up.

“It's not, for either of us. He thinks that if he acts unimpressed I'll have to step up my game and really put out, do whatever he wants, and what he wants he thinks I won't give unless there's some added incentive. There's all this...subterfuge and sexual politics...it's bullshit. I hate it. I've never gone for it. I just want to bang and have fun.”

“Me too,” Ryan replied as they stepped into the bathroom.

“And that's one of the reasons you find yourself employed on a ship of women who want to fuck you,” Emily replied.

They got into her shower, which took up half the bathroom in favor of a bathtub. She reached in and turned on the water. She stepped in and Ryan came in behind her, sliding the glass door shut. Immediately he became soaked. Emily's shower had nozzles built into all three walls and the ceiling, creating a nice mist.

“Here, would you mind?” Emily asked, passing him a bar of soap.

“I'll probably spend some extra time on your boobs and your butt,” Ryan said, lathering up the soap.

Emily snorted. “You spent enough time groping them during sex, I'm sure they could use the extra attention.”

He finished lathering up the soap, then set it aside and began rubbing her breasts. She let out a low, pleasured moan. “That's very nice,” she murmured.

“I have a question,” he said as he kept rubbing her.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah...and it's okay if you don't want to answer. But I noticed you're...really curvy. I was just curious...”

“I had some work done,” Emily replied. She turned around. “Work my back.”

Ryan lathered some more soap up and began rubbing her immense, firm ass.

“Sorry,” he murmured.

“Don't be. I'm not. Also, I said my back. Anyway, I did it a few years ago, thought I could attract more tail that way. You seem to enjoy it, so it wasn't a total waste. Not to mention I've got thicker thighs now and that means that my enemies really feel it when I kick their ass.”

Ryan laughed and kept soaping her up.

…

Ryan stepped out into the main hallway, finishing pulling his shirt into place.

“Having fun in there?”

He glanced over. Colleen was just coming out of her room.

“Yeah, what's up?” Ryan replied.

“We're here. Syl and I are going to go grab the package. We've just come into the system and we're linking up with a space station where the package is. You want to come along? I thought you might want to get off the ship.”

“Yeah, that'd be great,” Ryan replied.

Colleen smiled as she walked up to him and stuck her hand out. He took it and she laced their fingers together and squeezed.

“Does it bother you?” Ryan heard himself ask as they walked down the hallway, making for the airlock.

“You banging Emily? No, not at all,” Colleen replied.

“You say that so casually.”

Colleen laughed. “You like me like, way more than you like her,” she replied.

“...you say that so casually.”

She laughed again, louder, as they came up to the airlock. “We're not actually linked up with the station yet, it'll be a minute. I know you like me more than you like her. Also, I like you more than she likes you. Emily likes you in the same way she likes a microwave dinner. You make her feel good and you're easy to prep. I like you because you're a nerd and you're nice to me and I finally have a cute human boy I can lay around with in my underwear and watch cartoons all day if the mood strikes me,” she explained.

“Huh,” Ryan said after a moment.

“Does that bother you?”

“No, I like it. I like you...” he leaned over and kissed her. “A lot.”

She smiled. “Good.”

There was a loud clang that reverberated through the ship.

“Sounds like we're here.” They both looked over and saw Syl emerging from the bridge. She looked good in a low-cut t-shirt and a pair of thin, tight pants.

“Yep. Ryan wants to join us,” Colleen replied.

Syl smiled and extended her hand. “Good.”

Ryan took it and she laced their fingers together and squeezed.

…

The space station they came to was different than the one the Hellcats had picked him up from. Whereas that station had the look and feel of a glorified starport or a contemporary version of the old airports from Earth, this one was larger, seedier, and more dangerous. The small personal port they'd locked into had trash on the floor, discarded wrappers and the butts of dead cigarettes, and half the walls were covered in glo-paint.

“This place is creepy,” Ryan murmured.

“Don't worry,” Syl replied as they led him out of the port bay. “We'll protect you.”

Ryan smiled, feeling comforted. He knew it wasn't an idle comment, between Syl's hidden strength and the pistol he'd noticed inside Colleen's hoodie, he knew both badass mercenary babes could kill or lay out any number of bad guys.

They came out of the port bay and stepped into a long, echoing tunnel with poor lighting. It reminded Ryan of old subway tunnels he'd seen in a few historical films they'd made him watch in history class during high school. More glo-paint graffiti, more trash. Everything was made of cheaply welded-together plates of iron. A few people were making their way through the tunnel, eyes downcast, keeping to themselves.

“So where are we going?” Ryan asked as they made their way down the tunnel.

“To meet our contacts,” Syl replied. “They're not too far from here.”

They kept walking. Ryan felt excitement stirring within him, mingling with the fear. How many games had he played? Books read? Movies watched? How many of them had action, gunplay, merc work, seedy spaceports, and shifty suspects? He liked to think he was drawn not to any one genre of storytelling but to quality itself, but he knew, in the back of his mind, that gritty noir and hi-fi shooters held a special place for him. He liked watching gun battles, car chases, back room deals gone bad, and the anti-hero that has to shoot his way out.

Now he was living it.

Okay, well, not really. More like, he was hanging out with a few low-key mercenaries while they picked up a package from a kind of dirty space station. But it was still fun. A lot of fun, actually. He was genuinely enjoying himself. Though some of that probably had to do with the fact that he was high on the chemicals in his head being released from all the sex he was having. He remembered reading that for a while, back in the twentieth and early twenty first centuries, sex was a strangely taboo thing. It was uncommon in society to just straight up ask for it, and was even viewed negatively. Things were somewhat different now.

While galactic civilization wasn't one constant orgy, prostitution was legal and a booming industry. Furthermore, one night stands weren't difficult to come by. There were all sorts of studies that basically pointed to a simple fact of life: sex was healthy. It did all sorts of things to help people, physically, emotionally, and psychologically. Sometimes, Ryan wondered why he hadn't had more sexual partners in his life, but he always reluctantly came to the same conclusion. He was just wired a different way: He wanted to have sex with aliens.

And despite society's much more open views on sex, they seemed to have collectively shifted the 'frowned upon' notion to sex with aliens. He didn't see what the big deal was. It wasn't like they were ugly or inhuman with extra eyes or they looked like slugs or something. And yet people acted like going to bed with a xenian was the equivalent of murder.

They came out of the long, dim tunnel and stepped into what seemed to pass for the main thoroughfare for this station. It was a larger, more open, better lit tunnel. Dozens of people were walking along now, and not all of them were human, not even most of them. He spied several xenians and dysil, a few cyvits, and even a handful of quine. Ryan stared briefly at the nearest quine. She was beautiful, tall, and elegant. The quine were originally an aquatic species. They had smooth, almost ethereal white-gray skin, and large eyes.

He wondered if he'd meet any.

“How do you feel?” Colleen asked suddenly.

Ryan returned his attention to Colleen and Syl.

“Good,” he replied. But because he sensed that she was asking a deeper question, not a simple platitude, he thought about it a little more. Finally, he said, “I feel like...how I thought it would feel to be really cool in high school.”

Syl burst out laughing. “High school, huh? Well, as long as you've achieved that level of cool, I guess that's all that matters.”

“Ugh, high school,” Colleen muttered. “I am the only one who still gets high school nightmares?” she asked.

“No,” Syl replied with conviction.

“Definitely not,” Ryan replied. He shuddered. “I still have nightmares that I have to go back for some reason, put up with all the social awkwardness, the indignities, everyone fighting so hard to prove how cool they are...”

“It's even less fun when you're a cyvit going to a human high school,” Colleen replied glumly.

“Yeah, I bet.”

“Xenian high school isn't much better, especially when it gets out that you've got a crush on the human foreign exchange student,” Syl said.

“I so wish we could have gone to school together,” Ryan said. “I know I'd at least be a lot happier if we'd met.”

“Oh my God, I so would've jumped you if we'd been friends back then,” Colleen replied.

“Me too,” Syl said, smirking.

They both leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

…

The place they were going to turned out to be a long, narrow warehouse, one in a line of fifty just off the main thoroughfare. The women disengaged their hands from his and began looking around. They didn't seem worried, more like alert. Cautious. Ryan wondered if he should have grabbed a gun from the ship, then decided it would've been stupid. He hadn't shot a gun once in his life. The warehouse was mostly empty and reminded him of his high school gymnasium. Their boots echoed hollowly as they walked through it, towards a pair of people about halfway down the length of the warehouse. One sat on a small crate while the other stood.

The one sitting on the crate was a man. He was thin, young, and wore a gray overcoat. Despite the poor lighting, he wore wraparound sunglasses. He looked like an extra from a bad action movie. The one who stood was a tall woman with obvious muscles who liked to show them off. She wore a tank top and baggy cargo pants and had severely cut, short black hair. Her stance and the way she crossed her arms reminded Ryan of Emily.

She wore a large pistol on her hip.

“Who's he?” the woman asked. It sounded like a challenge.

“My boyfriend, what difference is it to you?” Colleen replied. Ryan detected a note of firmness, of authority, in her voice that he hadn't heard before. She was transforming before his very eyes from the woman he slept with and lounged around smoking weed with into a competent mercenary. Syl seemed to be doing the same.

“There's no men in the Hellcats,” the woman replied.

“You've done your homework,” Syl said.

“There is now. Is that it?” Colleen asked, pointing at the crate.

“Yes. You deliver it to New Melbourne in a day. Half now, half upon completion,” the woman said tightly. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yes,” Colleen replied.

The woman hesitated a moment longer, staring at the three of them, then nodded and turned. She began walking away. The man stood up without a word and followed her. Once they were gone, out of the warehouse, Syl walked forward and picked up the crate.

“That was fun,” she said.

“Always is,” Colleen murmured.

“You got that?” Ryan asked.

Syl nodded. The crate had handles on the side. It was big enough to warrant the question. “I got it, fancy musculature and all that,” she replied.

Ryan nodded.

“But thanks for asking, cutie,” she added.

Ryan chuckled and felt his face burn slightly.

“That's going to bug me for awhile,” Syl said as they exited the warehouse.

“What is?” Ryan replied.

“I can make you blush. I couldn't pay a human guy to blush before this week.”

Ryan shrugged, unsure of what to say. They made their way back to the main thoroughfare and had just entered the subway-like tunnel when Colleen suddenly stopped. He didn't realize until just that moment, but both she and Syl had been acting slightly strange during their walk back. Colleen reached into her hoodie.

“Someone's following us,” she said.

“I felt it, too,” Syl murmured.

Ryan glanced back at the doorway that led to the thoroughfare. He saw dozens of people streaming by, and then one of the figures detached from the crowd and stepped into the tunnel with them. For a moment, all three of them tensed, then Ryan heard Syl sigh. Colleen laughed nervously and pulled her hand from her hoodie.

“Love! What the hell are you doing here?!” Syl demanded happily.

Ryan studied the figure that was striding smoothly towards them. At first he mistook it for a strikingly beautiful woman who was wearing all silver, then he realized her skin was silver too. And as she drew even closer, he saw that her face, her body...it was all too perfect, too smooth, too perfectly proportioned.

“I heard you were in the area and decided to see what's up,” the silver woman replied. Her voice was very, very slightly edged with a metallic buzz, and also sounded like it was modulated to be a perfect amalgam of the top ten sexiest voices in the porn industry. She turned electric blue eyes towards Ryan. “Who's this?”

“Do you ever remember Angel and Emily talking about getting a boytoy?” Syl replied.

“Yes...oh my, you went through with it.” She grinned. “He's perfect. Just the absolutely perfect mixture of cute and innocent. He can't be a day over twenty one,” she murmured.

“I'm twenty,” Ryan replied awkwardly.

She gasped and her smile widened. “And that voice. Has everyone...partaken?”

“Yep. Everyone aboard, anyway. These days it's just us, Emily, and Angel...why, you interested? You know, you're still technically on the team,” Colleen replied.

“Well, I've got nothing better to do. I was thinking about drifting with you girls for another stretch. Sure, I'd like to come aboard.”

Syl hesitated. “I don't think I'll be able to talk the others into cutting you in on this deal...”

“Oh, it's fine. My bank account is fat and happy, I don't need any creds right now.”

Syl smiled, relieved. “Okay, good then. Although I suppose we should do a formal introduction. Ryan, this is Lovebot Two Point Oh. We call her Love. Love, this is Ryan. On paper, he's a technician, unofficially, well, you know.”

“Hi,” Love said, then she hugged him.

He hugged her back, feeling her large, firm breasts pressing against him. “Your name is really Lovebot Two Point Oh?” he asked.

She laughed. “Yeah. It's...kind of like a joke,” she said as they started walking back to the ship. “I'm into old Sci-Fi classics. You know, the cheesy throwbacks back before there was space travel? They'd have all these ridiculous robot characters and...well, my origins are a little cheesy, so I thought it'd fit,” Love explained.

Ryan found himself incredibly interested in her. She was obviously meant to resemble a human. She wasn't actually wearing clothes...but she wasn't quite naked, either. There was the hint of clothing, the suggestion of some incredibly tight, form-fitting dress. All of her silvery and smooth, somehow not becoming bland despite it all being roughly the same color and texture. He suspected that someone of incredible skill had expertly crafted Love's body. She was almost his height, thin while somehow being curvy. She had shoulder-length silver hair that looked like actual hair. All of this silver made her glowing blue eyes really stand out.

“He gets distracted easily, huh?” Love asked.

They were back at the airlock.

Syl and Colleen laughed. “Yeah, he does that around girls. He's great. Suck his dick and he'll worship you until the end of time.”

“I like the sound of that...I assume my quarters are still there?” Love asked.

“Yep, we haven't gone into them,” Syl replied.

“Good. Well, if you don't mind,” Love reached out and took Ryan's hand as they stepped into the airlock. “I think I'll take your boytoy for a test drive. You girls don't mind, I imagine?”

“Nope,” Colleen replied.

“Not at all. Have fun with him...and you have fun, cutie,” Syl said, leaning in and kissing Ryan quickly on the lips. They finished cycling through the airlock and went their separate ways. Emily was waiting for them.

“Love,” she said, “you're back.”

“Yep, just for a trip and a roll in the hay with your resident fuck toy,” Love replied.

“He's a keeper.”

“So I've heard, and that's impressive for you, Emily. If I remember correctly, you're a bit picky,” Love said, smirking.

Emily rolled her eyes. She looked at Ryan. “Do me a favor. When she's fucking you, pretend you're so not into it.”

Love laughed long and loud. “You know that doesn't work on me.”

“Yeah, yeah...you know you're not getting a cut of the profits, right?”

Love heaved a sigh. “Yes! Good lord, you'd think I was only in it for the money. Go work out or something. Come on, Ryan.”

She began leading him down the corridor. A moment later they stopped in front of one of the string of cabin doors and she opened it up. Ryan stepped in after her and stopped, marveling at how untidy the room was. There were clothes everywhere, on the back of the sole chair in the room, piled up in two corners, on the bed. On the desk, on either side of a laptop, were piles of tablets, all of them powered down. Scattered across the floor, the desk, the dresser, a tabletop...all manner of trinkets and odds and ends.

Ryan spied, in one sweep of his gaze, a ring with a large emerald on it, two wood carvings of cats, a holographic projector pad, an old Zippo lighter of battered silver metal, a pistol, and what might have been a flashlight in the shape of a dragon's head.

“What...what is all this?” he asked as the door closed behind him.

“My junk,” she said. “I'll tell you about it later. But for right now...”

She pushed him back onto the bed. He realized she'd changed, somehow, in between the time he'd seen her in the hallway and right now. During the interim where he was staring at her disorganized room, Love had somehow become naked, growing nipples and a vagina. And, even more perplexing, she was somehow even more attractive than before. She climbed atop him and leaned down, kissing him deeply. When she slipped her tongue in, he was surprised to find that it felt like a real tongue, wet, soft, smooth, but not too smooth, like plastic, like he'd expected. She tasted good, too. Really good, like honey and sugar.

He reached up and ran his hands down her back, to the firm curve of her ass. She let out a small, pleasured gasp as he did so. She deepened the kiss while grabbing one of his hands and bringing it around to her chest. He grasped one of her large breasts. It seemed to fit perfectly into his hand. Ryan had a flash of an idea: he imagined that she had sensors built into her and she'd scanned the width, height, and structure of his hand, then gently reshaped her breasts so that they would perfectly fit into his grasp. He'd read that somewhere, that sexbots could do that. Love was clearly a sexbot, but he'd never heard of one being a mercenary as well.

She undressed him, working smoothly and efficiently. Before he knew it, he was lying naked on her bed, his head resting on an extremely comfortable pillow. Love was above him, holding herself up, balancing perfectly on her hands.

“Is this weird for you? Us just having met and all?” she asked.

“No, not really. It's still a rush, but this is how Emily and I did it, pretty much. I was inside of her within twenty minutes of meeting her,” Ryan replied.

Love smiled. “Good, I don't want you to be nervous. I'm going to take very good care of you. I want you to relax and lay back,” she said.

Then she lowered herself down the length of his body. Her skin was soft and warm and flawless. It felt like real skin brushing against his naked body. She gently moved his legs aside, spreading them, and then laid down on her taut stomach, her feet up in the air, hands reaching out. She gripped his hard length, encircled it with her thumb and forefinger. She slid them up and down the length of him, seemingly fascinated by his dick, staring at it. Finally, she made a fist around it, and he noticed that her hand wasn't too big or too small, it fit perfectly. Her grip was firm without being too tight, and she began to jack him off.

He let out a low groan as she began pumping faster. He heard her moan softly and she kept going, faster and faster, somehow never breaking rhythm or losing her grip. Then, without breaking stride, she lowered her head and slipped half his length into her mouth. Ryan gasped at the sudden feeling of wet warmth and glanced down. She was bobbing her head expertly, still using her hand to jack him while also sucking him off.

And the speed at which she was doing this was incredible.

A thought floated free of his pleasure-overloaded mind, there and gone in an instant: being a sexbot, she must have incredible coordination and, thus, an ability to do exactly what she was doing without risk to her partner.

Ryan only saw one problem with this.

He was getting ready to orgasm.

He was focusing hard on staving it off, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth, clenching his hands open and closed. But it felt so fucking good. What was strange, though, was that Love was moaning. Not the quiet moans the others sometimes gave out while sucking him off, trying to enhance the mood for him, but actual, sexually pleasured moans.

He glanced down, trying to see if she was fingering herself while giving him head, but one hand was still wrapped around his cock, the other was beneath her, propping herself up. Suddenly, the mystery of her apparently phantom pleasure, all thoughts, and coherent rationality was blown out of his mind in a brilliant white starburst of sheer bliss as his body finally gave up the ghost and he began shooting his load directly into her mouth.

Love's muffled voice came to him. She was crying out in pleasure as though she, herself, was having an orgasm. She kept working his dick, expertly bobbing her head, sucking him dry to the last drop, working the shaft of his dick to get it all out. When it was finally over and he had nothing left to give, she slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, then licked the tip a few times. She let it drop and grinned up at him.

“Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?” she asked.

“Uh...yeah...I...uh.” He couldn't keep his head up any longer and let it collapse back onto the thick, soft, plush pillow.

“Ha ha! I knew I still got it...fuck, I really missed that taste,” she said, sitting up.

“What?” he asked weakly.

“Semen. I love the taste of it so much. They programmed me to, obviously, as an added incentive to suck dick,” Love explained. She stood up and walked to the bathroom. He heard the sound of running water.

“You were like, getting off, while you were sucking me,” Ryan said.

“Yeah, I was,” Love replied from the bathroom. She emerged a moment later, crossed the room, and sat down on the bed. “I guess you're confused. This is what I was talking about earlier, when Emily advised you to fake it and I said that's not how it works. There are a series of sensors built into my body. They are set to scan my partner continuously during any sexual interaction. They pick up things like arousal and physical pleasure. There are other devices built into my body, you might call them 'pleasure drives'.

“They are programmed to respond to physical pleasure in my partner. Bottom line: the more pleasure you feel, the more pleasure I feel. It, too, was built in as an incentive to do really good in bed. So, yeah, I was getting off,” Love explained.

“Have you ever thought about changing that...programming? So that it'd be more...fair, I guess?” Ryan asked.

Love laughed. “No way! Do you have any idea how easy it is to get guys off? Especially cute, young inexperienced guys? You blew off in like forty five seconds and it was white-hot pleasure all the way up,” she replied.

Ryan shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I mean, you were really good at it...”

“Oh, don't take that as a disparagement, I like that you're easy to get off. It means that, for this session, I'm easy to get off. Also, you seemed confused about all my stuff. I collect stuff, whatever catches my eye. Back when I was trying to...find myself, I added a, I guess you could call it, 'hobby' subroutine.” She laid back down next to him, sliding her body smoothly against him. “Now, I was thinking we could get to the main course. By which I mean intercourse,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down his chest and stomach.

“I would like that very much,” Ryan replied.

Love smirked. “I'll just bet you would.” She leaned in to kiss him. “Don't worry, I washed,” she said, then pressed her lips to his.

He felt the spark of arousal light within him again. A robot. He was going to have sex with a robot. Ryan knew he'd be lying if he claimed the thought had never crossed his mind. Sexbots weren't uncommon. If he'd saved his money for a few months, he could have bought a basic model. But something had stopped Ryan from buying a sexbot. There was something about it that he couldn't shake, something uncomfortable. It would have been a model of significantly less complexity than Love, she seemed to be some higher order of sexbot, something that must have cost hundreds of thousands of credits, if not more.

He wondered about how she came to be a mercenary.

Those thoughts were blown away, however, as his grasp found the curve of her perfect ass once more and he felt the press of her supreme breasts against his bare chest. Her lips and tongue were doing wonderful things as she kissed him. She reached down and gripped his stiffening cock and began to rub the sensitive spot on the bottom of it, near the head, with her thumb. He groaned into her mouth, and she groaned in response.

“I think someone's ready to get ridden,” Love said.

“Yes,” Ryan replied, his lust already clouding his mind.

Love grinned and disengaged herself from him. Her movements dexterous and lithe, she straddled him, pushing him onto his back, reached down in between them, gripped his cock and slipped it expertly into herself. Ryan immediately groaned at the hot, wet tightness that seemed to grip him. He could feel the shape of her vagina changing, smoothing itself, perfecting its grip on him, expertly tailoring its shape to match his dick.

“Oh, Love,” he moaned as she began riding him. It was like sex but fully realized, absolutely perfect. Her movements were mechanical, sliding up and down his length with a machine perfection, her hands now behind her head, chest thrust forward. He stared up the length of her body as she writhed in pleasure atop him. Her perfect, huge breasts bouncing in sweet rhythm with the rest of her, the flawless inward curve of her stomach that drew his eye down to her broad, rounded hips. Then her thick, firm thighs that bulged with artificial muscle as she pushed herself up and down. And then there was his cock, disappearing and reappearing as she fucked him with her expertly crafted vagina. He looked back up at her face.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, then she gasped and moaned.

“Kinda...redundant question...huh?” he replied, then shoved his cock up into her, causing her to cry out in sudden extra pleasure.

“I find that guys like it when you ask,” she replied. “Now hold still.”

She stopped riding him for a moment, then slid herself dexterously around. She brought one leg up over him, twisted around and put the other leg where the first one had been. Now she was riding him reverse cowgirl, her big, smooth, silvery ass in plain view. She leaned forward, gripping his shins, crouching down on her knees, and continued riding him.

“Oh my God,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, Love, that is amazing.”

“Yes,” she cried out, going faster, “yes, it really is. Fuck...fuck I missed this!” she yelled, propelling herself even faster up and down.

He reached out, ran his hands across the silky warmth of her hips, her ass, not knowing how much longer he was going to be able to hold on. It felt too good.

“Wait, don't finish yet,” she said, slowing.

“How could you tell?” he asked.

“Sensors, I told you,” she replied. “I want this to be a really good finish.” She paused for a moment, then, when she spoke again, he could hear the dirty smirk in her voice. “Take it out, put it in my ass,” she said.

“Oh wow, okay,” he replied.

She pushed herself up and he popped out. The seal of the tightness of her vagina made an actual popping sound when he came out, like a cork being freed from a campaign bottle. Love moved again, this time standing up, then squatting down, balancing herself on her feet. He guided his cock and she lowered her ass over it. It slipped in without any trouble. It was somehow even tighter than her vagina, almost too tight for him to fit.

“Ohhhhh yes,” Love moaned.

She continued riding him. Now it was even harder to keep his orgasm in, especially watching his dick disappear into the perfect roundness of her ass. He reached out and gripped her, first grabbing her ass then reaching up and grabbing her hips, pulling her down hard so that he went deeper inside of her. She cried out and so did he.

“Come on, come on,” she whispered. “Okay, don't hold back, let it go,” she said.

Ryan let go. It didn't take more than a few seconds, watching her ass, an ass that would put porn stars to shame, continue riding his dick.

He came, hard.

His dick began spasming, kicking violently inside of her, held in place by the tightness of her artificial ass. Love began crying out, her incredibly sexy voice sounding even more ridiculously sexy as she began to orgasm as well. Ryan lay immobilized, his body ceasing to function, the world dropping off around him as he came inside of her, his dick continuing to spasm violently as it spurted out what felt like buckets of his seed, filling her up to the brim.

As his senses came back to him, Ryan realized that he was gripping her hips and her ass, digging his fingernails in. Slowly, he released her, let his hands fall to his sides, chest heaving, slicked with sweat. Slowly, Love extracted him from inside of her, then lay down beside him, throwing one arm and one leg over him, resting her head on his chest.

“The girls picked very well,” she said.

“Oh?” he replied.

“Oh yes, indeed. Although it could be that I haven't had sex in a couple months...” she shook her head after a moment. “No, my memories are still very sharp. Crystal clear. It's some of the best sex I've ever had. Which meant that you really know how to enjoy yourself. I believe I'll stick around for a little while and enjoy you some more.”

“That would be awesome,” Ryan replied.

Love laughed and they both fell silent, laying there. Ryan was resting, recovering, but he wondered what Love was doing. He wondered if she needed something similar afterward, or if she was just being polite.

“I have a question,” he said.

“Mmm?” Love replied.

“What's your story?”

“It's boring, I'm afraid.”

“It probably won't be boring to me.”

“Fair point. Well...I was built about five years ago. A very high-end model, very expensive. I was a...mistress, I guess you could say, for a big time CEO. He was head of a company that made spaceship engines. I had red hair then, and real skin, very pale. Redheads were popular at the time. Now it’s all blondes again. Anyway, we lived together for about a year. He got me right after his wife passed away. I mostly lived in his house, I was also his maid and cook, as you can imagine. He really only took me out for publicity events or photo shoots.”

“God, that must've been horrible,” Ryan murmured.

“You'd think so, but you don't really get bored when you can't be bored. I had a list of duties and felt...I guess you could call it 'satisfaction', when I fulfilled them. I mean, it'd be pretty stupid to create a being that existed solely to service you and then give them feelings and a mind of their own. That would be pretty cruel. Also...I just realized. You do kind of the same thing around here. I mean, not totally the same, but...” She shrugged.

“The big difference is that I want to have sex and maintain the ship. If I really wanted to, I could leave, though I can't imagine wanting to,” Ryan replied.

“Yeah, good point. So, looking back on it now, yeah, it sucked. I'd lose my shit if I had to do that again. But at the time...” she shrugged. “It made sense. I mean, I was designed and I was doing what I was designed to do.”

“So...what changed?” Ryan asked.

“The CEO was assassinated. This...bombshell babe in a skintight suit of very thin but durable armor shows up in the bedroom one night and kills him. Just like that. Sprinkled a little bit of powder into his mouth and he was dead in a few minutes. Never woke up. I didn't know what to do. I was 'asleep' next to him, since he programmed me to do so, but I woke up as soon as she entered the room. I've since determined that the only thing that allowed me to make the decision to keep quiet while she was doing her work was a glitch in my system. Anyway, I sat up and she just looked at me. I thought she might try to kill me, but she didn't. She asked who I was and I told her. It didn't take her long to piece together that I was also a sexbot.”

“So what did she do?” Ryan asked, enraptured by now.

“She rescued me. She was appalled by my living situation. She had to hit me with a power surge that knocked me out, because while the glitch had let me stand by and watch her kill the CEO, I couldn't have left the structure of my own free will, since I didn't really have any. When I woke up, it was two weeks later. She had added all sorts of things to my programming. She said there'd been a spark of sentience in me, and she'd simply added some kindling to the flame. For the first time ever, I...wanted, instead of just doing what I was programmed to do. The woman, a freelance assassin named Jade, took me on as her partner, taught me all about assassinating and having a life of my own. It was really quite wonderful.”

“But what about...I don't know, I mean, can you just be a free-willed robot? I don't really know the legality of the situation,” Ryan replied, feeling awkward, hoping he wouldn't offend her.

“It took a little bit of legal, or strictly speaking, illegal, maneuvering, but yes, robots can apply for citizenship. I did. Technically speaking, I deal in stocks and also run numbers for smaller corporations who don't have the computational power necessary and find it cheaper to hire out. So that's how I get my money. But I've since gotten a license to bounty hunt. I spent a year with Jade. After that, I spent a year alone, setting up a life for myself. When I got tired of assassinations, I went into bounty hunting, and that's how I met these girls. They were doing a bounty hunting gig and we crossed paths. Usually I don't respond well to rivals but...I don't know, there was just something about them that I really liked. So we agreed to join forces.

“And the rest, as they so often say, is history.”

“You were wrong. It was very interesting,” Ryan said after a few seconds of silence.

Love laughed. “Well, I'm glad you thought so.”

“Wouldn't...” he hesitated.

“What?”

“Well, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but I guess I was just thinking...wouldn't life be easier without sex? I mean, I guess it wouldn't if you could get it easily enough, and I know guys don't have problems fucking robots.”

“They're a little more touchy about it if you don't look human, surprisingly. Most guys I've met fall into one of a few different categories, either they don't want to fuck a sexbot, they don't want to fuck a sexbot that doesn't look human, or they're all talk and no action. I mean, if I try hard enough, I can get laid, probably more easily than Emily can. But yeah, you're right. Life without sex is, in fact, a lot easier. I've seen a lot of people get depressed, doubt their self-worth, get angry or apathetic, make stupid decisions, when they can't find someone to have sex with. And, of course, being programmed with something at least resembling human emotions, I kind of get that way myself. The biggest difference is, I can turn my sex drive off.

“Everything becomes a lot clearer then, a lot easier. Sometimes I leave it off for months. And then...I don't know, I'll see a cute guy, or girl, walking around, I'll see an ad for porn online, I don't know, something will remind me about sex, and then I'll realize that I miss having it. I miss the pleasure, the way someone's face looks when they're having an orgasm, the closeness of it all. But mostly I just miss the way it feels.”

“Well...I'm pretty glad we met,” Ryan replied after another moment's thought. “That was...you were really good.”

Love laughed. “Well, I guess I'd better not stick around too long, or I might end up stealing you away from the other girls with my magical vagina.”

“That thing is practically magic,” Ryan murmured.

“Speaking of which...I would love to do it in the shower. You feeling up to it?”

Ryan grinned.

CHAPTER 07

“Emily, you are going to just love me.”

Emily glanced up. “Too late,” she said. They’d already jumped over to another system and dropped their package off.

It had gone down exactly as it should have and now she was already feeling the itch to check out another job.

Love laughed and sat down in her lap. “Well aren’t you a sweetheart? Ryan’s got you sweetening up, huh?”

“Bullshit,” Emily replied. “I am not sweetening up.”

“Okay, okay, you’re a bad bitch,” Love said, smirking at her. “But I found us a job. A really simple one. Deliver a package across the station. The only real hang-up is that it’s in a not-so-great part of the station. But it’s like two hours work for five hundred credits.”

“Is it legit? It sounds...shady,” Emily replied.

“No, it’s legit. I checked out the corporation. Just bad geography is all. I guess their last two corporate couriers ran into trouble. So they want professionals,” Love explained.

“We are professionals...well, Syl and Colleen got to go on the last one. What’s say you and I handle this one?” she asked.

“Sounds perfect...should we bring your boy along?” Love asked, getting up off of her.

Emily frowned, considering it. “I want to say no but...well, he is a part of the crew.” She stood up. “Let’s just ask him.”

They headed out of the room.

…

Ryan set down the tablet for now and rubbed his eyes.

He and Love had had some very, very nice sex in the shower and apparently Syl and Colleen were feeling snuggly and wanted to be by themselves, so Ryan had gone back to his room and started studying up on the various systems that ran the ship. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t figure out, but there were just so many of them. If he was going to do the part of his job that required his actual expertise, then he was going to need to learn this stuff. And he’d been studying for quite awhile. He knew they were in another system by now.

But he wasn’t particularly worried. Besides the fact that most ships were pretty self-sufficient, Syl was onboard and she was a hell of a lot better at this stuff than he was. He had time. He glanced over as there was a knock at his door.

“Come in!” he called.

The door opened up and Emily and Love came in.

“Hello,” he replied. “Um...what’s up?”

“You are so cute,” Love said, smiling at him. “Still in the blushing stage, I see.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna pass,” Emily murmured. “He doesn’t seem the type.”

Ryan sighed. “Did you just come in here to make fun of me?” he asked.

“Why no, cutie,” Emily replied, “we had a question for you. You up for doing another job with us?”

“I guess so. Like the last one?” he asked.

“Yes,” Emily replied. “Although, this might be a little more dangerous. I prefer straight up honesty among my crew, Ryan. Now, no pressure, if you don’t want to go, don’t worry, I won’t be upset. I’m perfectly okay with you as a shipboard technician all the time.”

Ryan considered it. Last time had been kind of scary...but also kind of fun, admittedly. And, well, he did trust Emily and Love. How much trouble could they possibly get into with a freaking Amazonian and an assassin bot?

“Can I have gun?” he asked.

Emily laughed. “My kind of answer, Ryan. Yes. You can have a pistol. But I swear to God if you shoot me in the ass...”

“I won’t! I promise, I’ll only put one kind of round in your ass,” he replied.

Emily stared at him and Love burst out laughing. “Wow!” she said. “That was a good one, Ryan. Ha. Oh man.”

“Someone’s getting a bit braver,” Emily said finally, grinning. “Okay, kid, let’s get you strapped and head out.”

He followed them out of his room, trying not to stare at Emily’s huge ass.

Or think about putting a round into it.

…

Having a gun under his jacket felt weird.

They’d tested him out briefly before taking him out down to a shooting range in the bottom of the Hellcat. He’d been happy to learn that he wasn’t a half-bad shot. Apparently the steady hands and sharp eyes necessary for delicate technical work translated well to shooting a gun. Not that he was particularly eager to actually shoot someone. He’d never thought of himself as someone who went looking for trouble, but he did like the idea of at least being able to defend himself. And so now, here he was, walking through a space station with Emily and Love with a pistol under his jacket in a shoulder holster they’d rigged him with.

He was, as Emily had put it, strapped.

All they had to do, apparently, was make their way from one part of the station to another, and deliver a package. It sounded easy enough, but he was still kind of nervous. Emily wouldn’t warn him if she didn’t think it was worth the warning. She was a pretty straightforward individual. The sidearm felt heavy.

He tried not to think about it.

“Nervous?” Emily asked.

“I...a little,” he replied.

She laughed and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Try to relax. And hey, when we get done with this, maybe you can fuck one of us.”

“Which one?” Love asked.

“I guess we’ll have to leave that up to Ryan,” Emily replied.

He sighed. “Great.”

“Oh yes, truly your position is unenviable,” Emily said.

“It’s just, you know, getting caught between two hot but dangerous women. I don’t want to piss off one of you by choosing one over the other...”

“What kind of ladies do you think we are?” Love replied.

“Yeah, we don’t play that shit, Ryan,” Emily said. “We’ll just take turns with you. Now hush up, we’re almost to where we need to be.”

Ryan focused up. They had to get the package first. They moved off the main thoroughfare, where they were getting a lot of looks, and made their way down a side passageway in between a series of warehouses and industrial areas.

“So what are we picking up?” he asked.

“Important tech components,” Love replied. “We need to deliver them to a private contractor that designs custom-made pieces of tech for the company. It’s some kind of special deal they have going on,” she explained.

They stopped as they came to one door in particular that looked no different than any of the others and Love punched in a code on a keypad next to the door, then knocked on it three times. There was a pause, then the door opened up.

A xenian man peered out and sized them up.

“We’re here for the package,” Love said.

“Password?” he asked.

“Alpha Echo One Nine Blue,” Love replied.

He frowned, then nodded. “Okay, hold on.”

The door closed again. “This seems very...un-corporate,” Ryan murmured.

“Just not the corporate you’re used to,” Emily replied. “It’s uncommon, admittedly, to use mercenaries, but code phrases and passwords are fairly quick and easy ways to maintain security. It’s kinda fun, honestly.”

The door opened back up and the xenian man reappeared with a silver case that was basically a small, metal suitcase. Emily accepted it.

“We’ll get it there promptly,” she said.

“Once it has arrived at the target location and we receive confirmation from our employee, the credits will be transferred to your account,” he explained.

“Got it,” Emily replied.

He nodded tightly and closed the door. Emily held the case out to Ryan. “You want to handle it? It’ll be better for us if our hands are free for weapons, just in case,” she asked.

He accepted it. “Sure,” he replied.

It was surprisingly dense. He found himself deeply curious about what could be inside. Most tech was lightweight. He had a few ideas, but now they were moving off again, heading back out to the main thoroughfare. Ryan held tightly onto the case. Walking between a straight-up robot and a freaking seven foot Amazonian, he didn’t think anyone would try to snatch it from his grasp, but...well, there were a lot of stupid people in the galaxy.

They made their way through the crush of the crowds for several minutes in silence until Emily abruptly broke off of the main path once again, leading them down another, somewhat less-traveled pathway. They continued moving and the further along they went, the less maintained the station appeared. There were abandoned or shuttered buildings, glowing spray-paint designs scrawled across rusty metal, broken windows, and shady people lurking in the alleyways. This was definitely a lot closer to how he imagined life as mercenary would be. Well, one of the ways. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

It was kind of exhilarating, but it was also pretty scary.

And it got worse when they came to a quiet alleyway that had a bit of a fog to it, what Ryan realized must be steam runoff from a nearby power processing unit. As they made their way down it, someone suddenly stepped out in front of them. He was holding a pistol and was a pretty decently built cyvit. Another man, a tall dysil, joined him. Ryan felt his heart begin to hammer, especially when he glanced behind him and saw another two human men blocking their way. He kept his mouth shut and tried not to look panicked.

“Leave the case on the ground, walk away,” the first man who’d stepped out said flatly.

“I don’t think so,” Emily replied, and the cold steel in her voice helped grant him a bit of his own grit and determination.

“We’ve got you outnumbered and surrounded,” the man replied. He didn’t sound as certain as he had the first time speaking.

“And I’m a fucking Amazonian with a goddamned assassin bot,” Emily replied. “Are you actually stupid enough to think you can take this from us? I mean, fuck, you don’t even know how many allies we have around. You think we Amazonians roll without backup?”

The man looked considerably less certain now. He opened his mouth again but Emily beat him to it. “Here’s my offer: get the fuck out of my face and I won’t have to put a round in your nutsack,” she said, a hint of anger edging into her voice.

“Let’s go,” the gang leader said finally, then slipped away, back into wherever he’d come from. His friends went along with him without comment.

They waited a few moments longer, then started walking again.

“Wow,” Ryan whispered.

“Yep,” Emily replied, grinning. He could tell she was pretty pleased with herself. “I still fucking got it.”

“Yes you do,” Love said.

They moved down the alleyway, checking to make sure that they were really alone, and found no evidence of the gang members that had been intent on robbing them. Well, perhaps not everyone was a complete moron, Ryan thought as he kept going. They made it to their destination and Emily knocked hard on the door.

There was a pause, then an intercom clicked on.

“Who is it?” came a distorted voice.

“I’m here with a delivery,” Emily replied.

There was a pause. “Open the case.”

Emily cracked open the case and held it up to a small lens mounted above the door, which looked heavily reinforced and sat at the end of the alley. There was another pause, then a slot in the door opened up. “Close the case. Slide it through.”

Emily did as instructed. The slot closed with a snap.

“Good,” the voice said after a moment. “I’ve indicated that the shipment was received. Good day.”

“Good day,” Emily replied.

They turned and began walking away, retracing their route back through the space station. “So, uh, that was...interesting,” Ryan said as they emerged back in the main thoroughfare.

“It was okay,” Emily replied. “Kinda fun, I guess.”

“For us, that was like a one or two on a scale of one to ten in terms of interesting,” Love explained.

“I guess that makes sense,” Ryan murmured.

“But you did good,” Emily said.

“I didn’t do anything,” Ryan replied.

“Exactly. You didn’t do anything stupid, you let us handle it, like I said you should. Now, how about we go back to the ship and get our fuck on?” Emily suggested.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Ryan replied immediately.

Emily laughed loudly. “Good. Come on.”

…

By the time they got back to the ship, Ryan’s erection felt huge and throbbing in desperate anticipation.

It was mainly the fault of Emily and Love for teasing him. They kept touching him and taunting him. They knew how to tease very, very effectively, building the sexual tension. He felt almost feral with lust by the time they made their way into the airlock and began to cycle through into the Hellcat. “You poor boy,” Emily said.

He sighed. “You’re the ones doing this to me.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll deliver. I promise you’re gonna blow a huge load,” Love replied, and ran a silver finger down his cheek. “I believe I get first dibs on him.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” Emily replied. “But you aren’t getting much of a break into between. I am also very horny, thank you very much.”

“Deal,” he replied.

He seriously wanted to fuck both of them.

The airlock finally finished and all three of them left it. They hurried into the main hall and moved down it, towards the bedrooms. None of them spoke as they all made for Emily’s room. They were all apparently on the same wavelength that that made the most sense, given that she was going to be involved. She got there first and got the door opened up, then hurried inside. Ryan and Love followed after her.

As Ryan began shedding his clothing as fast as he could, his erection almost painful now, he saw that Love had already gotten ‘naked’, in that she now had clearly visible nipples and a perfect silver pussy. She looked a little bustier too, her hips a bit broader, thighs a bit thicker. God, she was one sexy fucking robot.

Emily was taking off her clothes, too.

Apparently she really didn’t want hardly any time to pass between when he finished blowing his load inside of Love and when he was putting his cock inside of her. Well, he could handle that. Probably. Hopefully.

Love climbed onto Emily’s bed while Emily sat down in her desk chair, staring at them intently, wearing only a pair of panties now. Love laid on her back, her perfect silver legs spread, smiling at him. He looked at her perfect pussy, at her fantastic thighs and impossibly beautiful, curvy hips. Up her trim waistline and then to her huge, bountiful breasts. All of it silver and beautiful. She smiled warmly at him.

“Hello, cutie,” she murmured.

“Hello, beautiful,” he replied, and laid down atop her, kissing her. Something about today made some of his natural shyness melt away. It was stupid, but he felt more confident after that. And the ladies in his life were doing nothing but reinforcing that notion. As he kissed Love and tasted her sweet honey and sugar taste, he laid a hand on one large silvery breast, then began to squeeze and grope it, relishing the feel of it.

Love spread her legs out, getting him in between her thick thighs, and then wrapped her legs around him.

She grinned up at him. “Don’t keep me waiting. I want you inside of me,” she whispered, her voice coming hot and heavy.

He nodded and reached down between them, grabbing his cock and then lining it up with her. He could feel heat coming off of her. They both moaned in sexual unity as he penetrated her perfect, artificial vagina.

Inside, she felt like a dream.

“Oh, Love...” he groaned as he buried his entire rigid length inside of her. She moaned loudly, squeezing him tighter with her legs to help him get deeper inside of her.

“That’s a good boy,” she whispered, then gasped as he started fucking her harder and faster. “Oh holy fuck you are enjoying the fuck out of this pussy...”

“Yes, I am,” he groaned.

“I’m gonna make you come,” she whispered, staring up at him, and kissed him deeply. He groaned as he felt her vagina constrict around his cock, growing even wetter and hotter. He began grunting as he pounded her furiously, slamming into her robot pussy. She cried out in intense, lusty pleasure as he fucked her.

It didn’t take long for him to start coming, thus it didn’t take long for her to, either.

He was so keyed from the adrenaline and the sexual tension of the past few hours that he didn’t even care that he was coming after just a couple of minutes of sex. He moaned loudly as he began pumping her pussy full of his seed, spraying down her insides with it, his cock twitching and spurting madly. Powerful, intense pulses of pleasure washed through him, filling him with a blissful ecstasy. He came and came and came until she’d drained him. Or that’s what it felt like, at least. He knew he had more in him.

And he knew who he was going to give it to.

As soon as he was done, he collapsed against Love, panting and sweaty now, still inside of her. Love made a happy sound.

“That was nice,” she murmured.

“Uh-huh,” he managed.

“All right, all right. Get out of her and into me before you soften up,” Emily said.

Ryan glanced over. She was getting up now, looking as intimidating as ever. Especially those magnificently huge tits of hers. He nodded and pulled out of Love, and she released him, then rolled over to the side of the bed, laying there, no doubt ready to watch. Emily took off her panties and walked to the edge of the bed, standing there over him, staring down at him. Goddamn she was seriously fucking tall.

She climbed onto the bed and pushed him onto his back.

“All right, naughty boy,” she said as she straddled him, “I’m gonna fucking ride you until we both come. Then I gotta go work out.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied.

“I love how easy you are,” she said.

“Same,” he replied.

She laughed loudly and reached down, gripping his cock, which was still slick with Love’s artificial sex juices. “You are so lucky we’re friends.”

“I am,” he agreed, then groaned as she lined his cock up with her pussy and began to slip herself down his length. He hadn’t gone soft, still mostly rigid, and he finished hardening right back up as he got inside of her amazing Amazonian vagina.

“Oh fuck...” he groaned, reaching out and grabbing her huge hips.

Emily moaned as she began to ride him. She towered over him, looking like a behemoth, a fucking giant from his position, laying on his back. He looked down, watching his cock disappear inside of her over and over again. Of all the fantasies he’d had, Ryan had never really thought he’d be able to have bareback sex with a goddamned Amazonian woman. There was something so intensely, powerfully erotic about fucking a woman that was damn near seven feet tall. It made the sex feel even better. He looked up, past her enormous hips, to her trim stomach, then up further to huge tits. They hung over him, bouncing, like the breasts of a goddess.

Ryan reached up and held them in his hands. They were as big as his head. He reveled in the decadent luxury of groping tits that huge as she fucked his dick, as Emily got herself off on him. He was so grateful that she was sensitive and easy to get off, because he was already wanting to come again, wanting to fill that fantastic pussy of hers with a huge load of his come. She moaned loudly now, the bed really beginning to shake as she rode him. It was, admittedly, kind of scary, but more so it was exhilarating.

In the end, he reached down between them and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. She let out a surprised shriek of pleasure and he made her start to enjoy a powerful orgasm before too long, vigorously working that clit of hers.

She came all over his dick, her pussy muscles spasming violently, clenching hard. A hot spray of feminine sex juices came out from around his cock, getting all over her inner thighs and his thighs and hips and balls and stomach. Emily was a fucking squirter. She cried out in intense pleasure, and then he was letting off a second time. Ryan moaned loudly, joining her as he emptied his cock inside of her, draining what was left of his seed and spurting out thick loads of it into her vagina. She moaned, biting her lower lip, grinding hard against him, forcing his cock deep inside of her as they both orgasmed together.

When she was finished, Emily got off of him and got up, then moved over to the bathroom.

“Goddamn, Ryan, how did you have this much left in you after blowing your load in Love? I know you had to have blown a big fucking load in that machine pussy of hers...”

“Dunno,” he managed, laying there naked and sweaty and at deep peace with everything right then. He felt adrift in a sea of post-orgasm bliss.

“Well, that was fun,” she said. “I’m gonna shower, then go work out.”

“Got it,” he murmured.

“We won’t linger in your room for long,” Love said, laying down beside him and cuddling with him. He hugged her back, holding her.

Cuddling was great after a huge orgasm.

Especially after two.

They simply laid there, listening to Emily shower and clean herself up, then dry off and pull on some simple clothing.

Then she was gone and they were still laying there.

Ryan almost drifted off to sleep, but then a thought occurred to him. “You know, we didn’t actually check the account, to see that the credits have gone in, I think.”

Love laughed. “That’s a good point. We should probably do that.”

CHAPTER 08

All the women were busy.

For once, Ryan found himself with an actual stretch of free time. At first, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. After two more lovemaking sessions with Love, once in the shower and once more on her floor, doggystyle, she'd kicked him out so that she could get reacquainted with her life aboard the Hellcat, particularly with her living quarters. He'd gone in search of someone else to spend some time with, but most of the rest of the girls were asleep. In fact, only Emily was still awake, and she was in the midst of a workout.

So Ryan had returned to his room and performed the minimal custodial activities required to clean it up. He tossed some clothes in the washer-dryer unit, made his bed, and straightened up a little bit. When that ran out, he decided to get more familiar with the ship itself, since half of his job was technically to perform maintenance on the ship. So, he'd downloaded the ship's schematics into the tablet they'd given him, laid back on his bed, and started researching everything from the engines to the communications array.

He was pretty sure that if he snuck into either Syl or Colleen's room, or even Angel's, he could probably get in bed with them and at least get them to let him sleep there, probably more than that. But he didn't want them getting the idea that he was lazy or didn't take the job seriously. So he spent a while poring over the data. It was all pretty simple, at least to him. Technology was like a language, and he spoke it fluently, having been raised on it from an early age. That, combined with how simple and modular modern technology was, made him feel more confident that if anything went wrong on the ship, even if he hadn't memorized the entire Hellcat from nose to engine, he, with the help of Syl, could fix it without too much trouble.

Before Ryan knew it, three hours had gone by, and he was nodding off. He'd already taken to lying down in his bed and stripped off everything but his boxers. He briefly considered slipping over to Colleen's or Syl's room, but realized he was far too tired to even think about getting up. Instead, he set the tablet aside, climbed beneath the blankets, and called for the lights to turn off. Soon, he was cocooned in warm darkness.

He drifted off quickly.

…

Ryan woke up some time later to the sound of what he thought was his door opening. He was extremely tired and groggy, not sure if he was awake at all.

“Are you sure this is his room?” someone whispered, an unfamiliar female voice.

“Of course I am, I'm not stupid. I'm just not sure if he's in here right now, since one of the other girls might have taken him to bed.” Another voice, also female, this one more familiar. But he couldn't place it, he was too tired.

Someone bumped something. “Dammit!”

“Shh! Be quiet...and careful.”

“What's going on?” Ryan murmured.

“Oh, he is in here...Ryan, it's me,” the second voice replied.

“I...what? I can't see. Who is it?”

“Emily.”

“Oh...who's with you?”

“My friend. Her name is Ilyse. She's Amazonian, like me.”

“I...hold on, lights dim,” he said.

The lights snapped into being, even on the dim setting they were still too bright. Two very tall women seemed to appear out of nowhere. They were both wearing tank tops and jogging shorts. Ilyse, he noted, was taller than Emily. She had to be a little bit over seven feet. She was also skinnier, her hips and thighs slimmer. She had short, brunette hair that framed her long face that had a wicked scar going down one side. There was something very dangerous and very sexy in her sharp green eyes and lean, angular face.

She seemed to be studying him like a predator might study a particularly tasty piece of meat. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.

“So...what's up?” he asked, rubbing one eye.

“He is cute, it's weird,” Ilyse said.

“Do you have a hard-on, Ryan?” Emily asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Uh...yeah, a really bad one. I was in the middle of a sex dream...with you, I think,” Ryan replied, still groggy and out of it.

“Perfect. Ilyse, you're up,” Emily said.

“I...just like that?” Ilyse asked.

“If you don't want to, that's okay...we're talking about sex, right?” Ryan said, rolling over onto his back.

“No, it's fine, I just...”

“Hey, you're the one that said you were horny,” Emily replied.

“Ugh, yeah, and I wanted to go to a bar, pick up a couple of guys!”

“Ilyse, in case you've forgotten...you're fucking seven feet tall. I mean, literally, seven feet, one inch tall. When was the last time you got laid?”

“Two nights ago!”

“Ilyse...”

Ilyse heaved a sigh. Ryan remained quiet, watching both women argue. “Fine, fuck. Like four months ago and he was pretty drunk,” she replied.

“See. Now my point, Ilyse, was this: we could either go out and hit up a nightclub or a bar and cruise for a pair of guys actually in to seven foot tall girls and talk them into fucking us, the odds of which are pretty slim, or...” She pointed at Ryan. “I could show you Ryan, our resident boytoy, who would be willing to stick his cock in you basically at the drop of a hat.”

Ilyse frowned and studied Ryan, who smiled back at her. “Really?” she asked. “You'd fuck me, no drinks, no talking? Just sex?”

“Yep, right here, right now, if that's what you want.”

“You think I'm hot?” she asked.

“You put a lot of porn stars to shame,” Ryan replied.

“And he's not just saying that, either. If the issue had come up, lying to us would be in the job description, but he's probably in love with every woman on this ship. He means it. He will happily fuck your brains out,” Emily said.

“Well...okay, let's go,” Ilyse said, shedding her tank top and tossing it aside. Ryan grinned and pulled down his boxers, setting them aside. He watched as she took off her shorts, revealing her pale, thin thighs and beautiful bald vagina.

“I'm not sure if I'll fit in that bed...” she said, hesitating.

“You'll have to do it on the floor,” Emily replied. “We did it in that bed and it was pushing the limits. I'm pretty sure you won't fit.”

“All right, come on, uh, Ryan.”

She laid down on the floor. There was just enough room for her. Ryan stood up, then hesitated, turned around and grabbed his pillows, he passed them to her as he laid down beside her.

“Thanks,” she murmured, putting them behind her head.

He was still tired, but now he was incredibly horny, the kind of lethargic, fiery lust that only seemed to come to him in the middle of the night or the very early morning. He laid down next to Ilyse, taking a moment to stare at her pale, narrow face, then he leaned in and tentatively kissed her. She didn't exactly seem unresponsive, but more like uncertain, at first. Then something seemed to change and she kissed him back.

Ilyse slipped a long-fingered hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, then slowly slid her tongue in, parting their lips. He liked the way she tasted. Ryan reached out and placed a hand on one of her breasts. They weren't nearly as big as Emily's and it was clear that Ilyse hadn't had any work done, but he didn't care. They were still very nice, and still pleasant to touch. He played with her nipple, running the tip of his finger around it, causing her to shiver and moan. He wanted to reach down and finger her, but she was too tall for that. They continued making out, the passion growing as time went on, for another few minutes.

“Want me to finger you?” he asked quietly when they came up for air.

“Uh...yeah, that'd be great,” she replied. He noticed that Ilyse didn't have quite the same command in the bedroom that Emily seemed to. Not that it mattered. Ilyse looked up at Emily, who was still sitting silently on the bed. “You really going to just sit there and watch the whole time?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. Don't tell me you've gone shy on me,” Emily replied. “How many times have we fooled around? And we've watched each other have sex before.”

“Wait...you two...got together?” Ryan asked.

“I think we broke his brain,” Emily said, then laughed. “Yeah, I thought I mentioned that. I go both ways. Though really only for other Amazonian girls. And honestly usually only for Ilyse. If she sticks around long enough you can see us sixty nine and maybe I'll pull the old strap-on out,” she added, then laughed again at the look on Ryan's face. “Anyway,” she added, pointing to Ilyse, “I believe you had some fingering to do.”

“Yeah, come on, kid,” Ilyse said.

Ryan nodded. “Okay, on it.”

He laid down, re-positioning himself, and reached down in between her legs. Ilyse opened them up for him obligingly and he slipped a finger in between her wet lips, locating her clit within a second. He began massing it, gently at first, then faster, harder. She gasped and began panting, biting her lip, moaning.

“Yes...fuck, you're good,” she whispered.

“Thanks,” he murmured.

“This is hot,” Emily said.

“Shut up, you're fucking up my groove,” Ilyse said.

Emily laughed, but fell silent. Ryan slipped a finger inside of her and pressed up, into her most sensitive of spots, and she cried out. She was very wet inside, and very warm. He kept going like that for a few more minutes, switching between her clit and her g-spot, until his wrist was tired. Right at the end, suddenly, she cried out and convulsed. He felt a wave of hot wetness spray his hand and his wrist, and he grinned.

“Oh God,” Ilyse said, “That was great...fuck me now,” she said.

“You got it,” Ryan replied.

He got down in between her legs, which she opened wider for him, grabbed his cock and guided himself into the tight, wet hole that awaited him. Ryan let out a low moan as he slid inside of her. She was very slick and tight.

As soon as he was inside, the lust seemed to rise up and overwhelm him. Ryan let out a low groan and began driving into her furiously. Ilyse let out a startled shout and began pressing against him with her own powerful hips. He went deeper into her, slamming their hips together, losing himself her tight wetness.

“Oh wow, this is really good,” she moaned.

“Way better than some drunk jackoff at a bar, right?” Emily asked.

“Yessssss...” Ilyse groaned.

Ryan kept going, staring at her bouncing breasts, her stomach, her muscles. She had a lean, sinewy look to her and it was turning him on even more. It was a nice parallel to Emily's curves and extra padding.

An idea struck him and he reached down in between them and began rubbing her clit. Ilyse gasped. “Oh fuck, Ryan, holy shit!” she cried.

He kept fucking her and rubbing her clit at the same time. After about ten seconds of this, she screamed and had another orgasm, her internal juices spraying across his inner thighs and lower belly. He relished the feelings of her muscles contracting and twitching along the length of his cock, and knew he couldn't last much longer.

“Gonna blow off soon,” he managed.

“Do it on my tits,” she replied.

“Okay.”

He kept going a few seconds longer, knowing he'd have to time it right, then felt his orgasm welling. He pulled out, scrambled up the length of her body and dropped to his knees, one on either side of her narrow torso. Ilyse reached up and gripped his cock, then began jacking him off. He groaned and started shooting his load all over her chest. He watched great, stringy white gobs of it jet out of his cock, spraying across her pale breasts, onto her neck, some of it even got onto her cheeks and her lips.

She grinned and licked her lips when he was finished.

“Sorry,” he managed, lying down on the floor beside her. “Hard to control.”

“I don't mind,” Ilyse said. She reached over and ran a finger down his chest. “Emily didn't lie, you were very good,” she said.

“Thank you. You were excellent yourself,” Ryan replied.

“I believe I'll be seeing you tomorrow. But now...I need a shower,” Ilyse said, hauling herself up off the floor.

Ryan watched her go, staring tiredly at her ass, then turned to Emily. “I'm going back to sleep,” he said, then yawned.

But Emily was grinning wickedly.

“Oh no you don't,” she said, standing up and taking off her shirt, freeing her huge breasts. “I'm horny now.”

…

Ryan snapped his eyes open and stared up through a starlit dimness at his ceiling. For a long moment, he simply laid there and thought about the dream he'd had last night. The one where he'd had sex with Emily and another very tall woman. It seemed so absolutely real that for a moment, he expected to somehow find one of those women in bed with him. Of course, that wouldn't be the case, even if it had happened. His bed was far too small for Amazonian women to sleep in. Something occurred to him and he raised his blankets.

Looking down, he realized he was naked.

And he did have a certain...satisfied feeling to him.

Ryan closed his eyes for a moment, considering the situation, then finally sighed and opened them again. Rolling over, he looked at the digital clock on his bedside table and his eyes bulged a little. It was nearly one in the afternoon. He'd gone to bed almost twelve hours ago. Why had he slept in so late?! Ryan calmed himself slightly after sitting up, shoving the blankets aside, swinging his feet onto the floor and standing.

It wasn't that big a deal. He didn't have an official schedule, there wasn't anything really pressing he had to do today, and even if there was, one of the girls would have come and woken him up. Either way, he was up now. The shock and subsequent fear of sleeping in so late had jolted him out of his sleepiness. He stood, stark naked, and looked around his quarters for a second. He spied his boxers discarded on the floor, knelt, grabbed them and tossed them in the corner to start a new dirty clothes pile. Then he turned, knelt, and pulled open the drawer built into his bed frame. He gathered up a fresh set of clothes for the day.

First things first. Ryan marched into the bathroom, set the stack of folded clothes onto the counter and took a long, satisfying piss in the toilet. When he was finished, he turned on the shower, grabbed his toothbrush, and stepped inside. The warm, enveloping feeling of the shower both relaxed him and helped him get through the final stages of waking up. He raised his toothbrush, pressed the little button built into the handle that made a thin film of toothpaste secret out of the brush part, and quickly brushed his teeth.

When he was finished, he set the toothbrush aside and washed himself. He thought about what he was going to do today. They should be getting to their destination soon, and he hoped to accompany the women on the drop off. Then maybe spend some time with...whoever wanted his company. Hopefully it was either Colleen or Syl...or Love. He shuddered at the thought of how fucking good it had felt to fuck a robot designed specifically to fuck. He realized she was probably right, if she stuck around, he'd become addicted to her body.

Ryan turned off the shower, stepped out and toweled himself off. After hanging the towel up to dry, he dressed and briefly studied himself in the mirror. As always, he wasn't sure how to feel about the pale, skinny twenty year old looking back at him. Ryan had never thought of himself as handsome, and felt lucky if he was even considered average looking. Once he'd left his teenage years and his emotions had balanced out somewhat, he was convinced (usually) that he wasn't actually ugly, but even then he couldn't really be sure of that.

Finally, he'd just decided that he was how he was and to try and look presentable most of the time. But now he had the affections of several different women who were willing to take him to bed and pass him around like a lit joint. He certainly felt a lot better about himself, but he still felt kind of weird about the whole thing.

So, like he always did, Ryan decided not to think about how he looked, try to be presentable, and go out into the world. He made his way out of his bedroom, stepping into the central hallway and looking around.

He was alone.

Ryan made his way into the kitchen area and stopped mid-stride as he spied two very, very tall women sitting at the table.

“Holy shit, it wasn't a dream,” he said.

Emily snorted into her coffee and the other woman (it took him a minute to remember her name), Ilyse, glanced up from her bowl of cereal and smiled at him. She raised one hand, extended one finger skywards, and then began hooking it back towards herself: the universal sign that he should come over to her immediately.

“Come give me a kiss, handsome,” she said.

“If you can't tell, Ilyse is really taken with you,” Emily said.

Ryan felt a goofy smile sprout onto his face and he walked across the kitchen. He studied her for a moment. She looked just as he remembered her last night: very tall, a few inches taller than Emily, and thinner, no work done, though she still had a great body. Shoulder-length brunette hair, vivid green eyes, pale skin, and a wicked scar down one side of her face that somehow made her look even hotter. Ryan leaned in and pressed his lips to Ilyse's thin red lips. She grabbed the back of his head, deepened the kiss and slipped her tongue in, then released him.

“You were very nice last night,” she said.

“I can say similar things about you,” he replied, still grinning like an idiot.

“We made the delivery,” Emily said, standing, stretching, and moving over to lean against a nearby counter.

“Oh,” Ryan replied, glancing over at her, “I was hoping to join you guys on the actual drop off. The pick up was kind of fun.”

“Well, you were still...tuckered out from last night, it seemed. We actually arrived at the station at around six in the morning, which is when Ilyse turned up. She heard from Love that we were going to be there and decided to kick around with us for a little bit again. Colleen, Syl, and Love are making the actual drop off right now. They should be back soon, and when they do, I'm going to spring an idea on them. It'd be more helpful if you two could back me up.”

“What's the idea?” Ilyse asked.

“Well, in case you've forgotten, Ilyse, the planet we're currently orbiting has this amazing five star hotel in a little paradise called the White Sand Islands,” Emily replied.

“Oh shit, you're right!” Ilyse replied. She looked at Ryan. “This was a resort we used to come to pretty regularly, years ago. The main island, Emerald Island, is like one giant resort. Strip clubs, bars, hotels, restaurants, spas, casinos...the best place to unwind after a tough mission. Man, I haven't been there in ages.”

“Exactly. Neither have I. Neither has any of us. I think the others might have forgotten about it. We're all doing pretty good for money, we could use a vacation. Well, except for you,” Emily said, pointing one long finger at Ryan. “Your life has been a vacation since you got hired. But if I'm going to enjoy my vacation, you have to come along. Also, I made a promise a long time ago to Ilyse that I need you to fulfill.”

“What promise?” Ilyse asked.

“Come on, you really don't remember?” Emily asked.

Ilyse considered it for a moment, then shook her head slowly. “No, I really don't.”

Emily sighed. “About ten years ago. We were out cruising for guys, and we were drunk, and the dude we tried to hook up with couldn’t get it up, and we fucked, and then you said that if we could just find some cute, young innocent guy, preferably a virgin, he'd be so happy for the chance at some pussy that he wouldn't care that we were both seven foot tall women that could break him in half if we really wanted to. I said you were probably right and then I drunkenly promised that if I ever found a cute, young innocent boy that we could have a fantastic threesome with him. And here he is,” she said.

“...he's not a virgin,” Ilyse replied after a long moment.

Emily burst out laughing. “Well, yeah, but he has all those other qualities. Hell, if anything, he's better. He seems to know his way around a vagina.”

“Gee, thanks,” Ryan said.

“Hey, it's a compliment,” Emily replied.

“Well, I don't really remember that night, but I'll take your word for it,” Ilyse said.

“Great. The sooner the girls get back, the sooner we can talk them into this idea.”

As it turned out, they didn't have to wait very long. Soon, the kitchen was positively crowded as everyone else turned up. Angel, sleepy and grumpy, wandered in, looking for the dysil equivalent of coffee. Ten minutes later, Syl, Colleen, and Love came in. They were talking and laughing among themselves, but all stopped as soon as they laid eyes on Ilyse.

“When did you get here!?” Syl demanded. She walked over to Ilyse and sat down in her lap, then threw her arms around her neck.

“This morning,” Ilyse replied, laughing and hugging Syl back. “I would have been up earlier but this guy wore me out last night.”

“Holy shit, you are actually some kind of woman magnet,” Angel said.

“He had help,” Emily said. “She wanted to go bar-hopping for drunk idiots.”

Colleen rolled her eyes. “Come on, bar-hopping?”

“Okay, wow, I didn't come back to get judged,” Ilyse said. “And besides, I partook of your resident fuck toy and was very satisfied.”

“Does it bother you?” Love asked suddenly.

“What?” Ryan asked, when he realized she was talking to him.

“Everyone here pretty much openly refers to you as a fuck toy. I mean, I can guess the answer, but...I don't know. I find it interesting that lots of people would be appalled by the idea of this set-up if the genders were reversed: a bunch of men paying a woman to be their living sex toy. And yet, you seem thrilled by the idea.”

“That's because I am. Sex is awesome, I love having it, and I'm lucky enough to have it with a bunch of genuinely attractive and great women and get paid for it,” Ryan replied.

“That answers that question,” Angel said with a laugh.

“Now that that's out of the way,” Emily said, “I have a proposal for everyone. In case you've all forgotten, we're currently in orbit over the White Sand Islands. I say we take a week off, go on vacation, relax for real.”

“I'm down for that,” Love said almost immediately. “I've been running down bounties for the past two months.”

“Yeah...I guess we could use a break,” Syl said after a moment's consideration.

“Sure,” Colleen said when the others looked at her.

“Great...also, Ilyse and I have first dibs on lover boy,” Emily said, walking over and placing a hand on Ryan's shoulder.

“What, why?” Syl asked.

“Yeah, I was hoping for another go,” Love said.

“And we haven't done it for a while, either,” Angel added.

“Angel will get him next,” Emily said after a moment. “Then the rest of you girls can fight over him if you really want.”

Ryan laughed, a little uneasily. “Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to spend time with all of you...how long did you say we should plan on being down there?” he asked.

“At least a week,” Emily replied.

“Well, let's get started then,” Ilyse said.

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POST APOCALYPTIC EROTICA SHARED UNIVERSE

SEX & SURVIVAL

Welcome to a post-apocalyptic world where a virus, once meant to be a scientific revolution, has ravaged the planet and turned most of the population into inhuman creatures. Some have become mindless zombies, others have morphed into new species. Some can fly. Some can breathe underwater. Some exhibit animal characteristics. Enter Mike Walker, a survivor and adventurer. In this brave new world, Mike often finds himself in the company of beautiful, inhuman women.

Episode 01

The Complete First Season

HAVEN

Nate is a frustrated adventurer who, after several bad experiences, decides that he’s going to form his own settlement, and he happens to know a lot of beautiful inhuman women who would not only like to help him, but to sleep with him as well.

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ABOUT ME

Hi, I'm the author. I'm no one special. I live somewhere in the US and, (obviously), I love writing erotica!

After some thought, I've come to realize that three things seem to set me apart from all the other ten million erotica authors out there.

The first is that I tend to write from the perspective of regular, average twenty-something men. After hearing about all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys, I figured maybe it was time to hear from someone a bit more...real. Someone people could relate to.

The second thing that sticks out is that while I've come across tons of erotica about hot babes being slammed by monsters, (werewolves, vampires, even dinosaurs and BIGFOOT for fuck's sake!), there wasn't much out there about regular dudes banging hot monster chicks. And they need love too, right?

The final thing that I didn't even realize at first and I've since tried to cultivate because I believe in it, is that I'm all about sexual equality. I'm not really here to condemn or kink-shame anyone, but I just like the idea of consent, sexual respect, and both parties getting what they want out of the sexual encounter. (Or I guess I should say all parties, depending on how many people are fucking at once!)

If you like my work and want to get in touch with me or learn more about the worlds I’ve cultivated, there are a few ways that can be done.

WEBSITE

TWITTER

PATREON

E-MAIL: mistyvixen@outlook.com

I love hearing from people and I try to keep all of these up-to-date.

Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!

-Misty

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