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This is an adult game and contains explicit sexual content.
Currently contains M/M, M/F, Trap/Boi, Herm/Futa, Furry, Dub-con, Non-con, Gang-rape, Filth, Preggo, Bestiality, Roleplay, Branding, Tattooing, and Humor.
Will contain F/F, MtF, and FtM. And probably more.
<b>All fetish content is easily avoidable! The options are obvious. Just don't pick them if you don't want to go down that route.</b>
All characters in this story are of the age of consent or older.
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This story has explicit descriptions of sexual acts. It is not suitable for minors or prudes.
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<</silently>>ACT ONE - beta 0.48<h3>Options</h3>\
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<p style="max-width:350px;font-size:12px;line-height:16px">Turning these off does not affect the story in any way -- they are for flair only! Turn these off if you experience epileptic episodes or seizures (or if you just don't care to see pseudo-hypnotic type images).</p>It is so cold out tonight that your front door is stuck wedged in its frame. You have to jostle it open with your shoulder. The sound of you bashing in the door probably woke your father, but at this point you are willing to endure a little shouting to get out of the freezing wind.
The television is blaring in the living room. It's nearly three in the morning and your father usually has to leave for work at six. Surely your sister wasn't watching TV so loud this late?
You pull off your gloves and shrug out of your coat and head to the living room to see what the hell is going on.
And there, lounging on your couch and drinking a bottle of mouthwash, is a petite young woman -- completely naked. Her age could be anything from "I'm going on a list for even looking" to "These college graduates have no shame." She's eating your cheese puffs a fistful at a time with her dainty feet propped up on your coffee table. The Dukes of Hazzard theme song is booming out of the television.
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[[What the fuck is going on?|0001 WTF]]You reach out to give her a handshake. Her heartachingly adorable face makes your heart skip a beat. She smiles brightly and slides her hand from your grip after several long, awkward moments of you staring at her.
@@.self;"So, Cash?"@@
@@.kash;"Kash, with a K,"@@ she says, the warmth of her minty-fresh breath washing over your frosty cheeks.
@@.self;"Er, how did you know I was saying it with a C?"@@
@@.kash;"Only figured."@@ She shrugs. @@.kash;"Sounded more like cunt and not kerb."@@
Her accent -- something or somewhere UK was as far as you can figure -- makes her seem exotic and maybe a little bit trashy. Or that impression might have been from the cheese puffs and mouthwash dinner she'd been having.
@@.self;"Okay. Kash. Can I, um... get you something... to wear maybe? Kinda cold, I mean. Drafty."@@
@@.kash;"Nah, never much for clothing, me. Don't like what you see, issit?"@@ She rests her hand on her waist and cocks her hips to the side. She smirks at you.
No. That's definitely not it. You like what you see.
@@.self;"Um, well... I mean... you're very pretty... err... so, friend of Alexa's?"@@
@@.kash;"No, friend of yours -- soon to be!"@@
@@.self;"Oh. Um. What do you mean?"@@
@@.kash;"I'm here to help you, mate! I'm your fuck fairy."@@ She winks. @@.kash;"That's not the official term of course. Informal title, let's say."@@
@@.self;"Okay..."@@
@@.kash;"Expecting wings and whatnot, were ya?"@@
You shake you head. @@.self;"I don't think so."@@
@@.kash;"Weren't expecting me at all, that's right. But the truth is, I'm the last resort. Everyone else assigned to you has plum given up. I'm it! The final straw. Your only recourse."@@ She smiles again and says, pronouncing each word purposefully and with exaggerated movements of her pleasantly plump lips, @@.kash;"Ace. In. The HOLE."@@
@@.self;"[[Okay...|0003 Okay]]"@@@@.self;"Okay..."@@
@@.kash;"Right, so, here's the deal: you're my first love gig. Sort of a promotion for me -- more of a lateral move. I was a muse before this. You know what a muse is, don't ya?"@@
@@.self;"Um..."@@
@@.kash;"Inspires people to pursue their passions. Painting, poetry, and all that rot. Ya know?"@@
@@.self;"Sure."@@
@@.kash;"Bit of a cock up on the last job, though. Inspired the wrong person entirely."@@ She shrugs and pulls an apologetic face. @@.kash;"Whoops."@@
@@.self;"Oh."@@
@@.kash;"Serial killer."@@
@@.self;"Oh!"@@
@@.kash;"Right? What a mess."@@ She shakes her head. @@.kash;"I mean, literally, what a mess!"@@ She waves her hands about and makes pained faces as if she were throwing her guts and organs around the room. @@.kash;"This nutter, I tell you, he had no self-control. Blood just everywhere and barkin' like a madman and--"@@
@@.self;"No, no I get it. Okay. Okay."@@
@@.kash;"Yeah. Gross. I was absolutely gutted -- HA! But, serious, the boss gave me a real bollocking. Nice one, he says! Well, that's it for you, Lucy. Out of this department, you are, and right quick too!"@@
Long moments pass as she just shakes her head, apparently lost in recollection of the violently murderous activities of her last client.
@@.self;"[[So, you're here to... have sex with me?|0004 Question]]"@@@@.self;"So, you're here to... have sex with me?"@@
She laughs. @@.kash;"Oi, no, mate! Aha! You're right forward, aren't ya? But I like BIG FAT COCKS and no offense but you're not exactly swinging down there, are ya?"@@
@@.self;"Uh..."@@
@@.kash;"But I AM here to HELP you!"@@ She pokes your chest with her slender finger. @@.kash;"We should get this done -- your father's been paused for hours! He's likely a bit stiff and I reckon needs to use the loo."@@
@@.self;"Paused? What?"@@
@@.kash;"Yeah, your da lost the plot seeing me pop in all starkers."@@
@@.self;"Um... is that English?"@@
She laughs again. @@.kash;"What I mean is, I came 'round to wait for you, kinda in a rolling fog, as I do. My sudden appearance was a bit much for him so I had to put him on pause, so to say."@@
@@.self;"Oh. I guess, yeah, that would be confusing to him. So, like, you froze him?"@@
@@.kash;"Something like that."@@ She shrugs. @@.kash;"But you don't have girls over often, do ya? He seemed right surprised to have a fit bird like me about."@@
@@.self;"Well, no, not really. My sister's friends, sometimes. But they're always wearing clothes, you know."@@
@@.kash;"Right bunch of samey posh cunts, are they?"@@
@@.self;"Um... yeah?"@@
@@.kash;"Not a one would give your ickle pickle a tickle, eh?"@@
@@.self;"Ah, no, I guess not. I mean, I didn't try to get them to, you know, tickle it."@@
@@.kash;"First step is trying, innit?"@@
@@.self;"Err, right."@@
@@.kash;"That's not something you'd do, issit? You'd at least nosh the knob of some poor blue-balled bloke if you were a decently fit bird yourself, wouldn't ya?"@@
@@.self;"I don't know exactly... what you're saying...?"@@
@@.kash;"Ya know!"@@ She makes a motion with her hands to her mouth, as if she were gagging down a massive dong.
[[Would I give a blowjob? No way!|0005 NoBJ]]
[[She's the girl, she should be doing the blowies!|0005 AskBJ]]@@.self;"Oh! Err, yeah. I mean, I know. I know what you mean. But, you know, would I? Would I do it? I mean, would YOU do it?"@@
She narrows her eyes at you. @@.kash;"Oh, I get ya, mate. You're saying I'm over here behaving like them silly stuck-up cows, are ya?"@@
@@.self;"No. What? No, I don't think--"@@
@@.kash;"Oi, I get it, I get it. I say your sis's poxy mates are right cunts 'cause they won't even spare you a knuckle shuffle and you're saying I'm dodgy on account of I put you off, too."@@
@@.self;"No, I don't think I'm saying... what you said."@@
@@.kash;"I said 'first step is trying' and now you're giving it a go. Well, I say well done! Brilliant! Get your arse over here to the couch and I'll prove I'm no bloody hyprocrite."@@
@@.self;"Um..."@@
You watch her stride over to the couch with her nice, shapely legs and well-rounded little ass. She takes another swig of mouthwash and plops down on the couch, patting the cushion next to her.
@@.self;"Err, why are you drinking mouthwash?"@@ you ask as you walk over.
@@.kash;"Drank all the beer and that's what's left."@@
@@.self;"I don't think you're supposed to actually drink that stuff."@@
@@.kash;"No worries, I've a magic liver."@@
She pulls you down next to her on the couch and pushes you back to relax on the cushions. She starts unbuckling your pants.
@@.self;"That's a weird thing... magic liver..."@@ you mumble.
She releases your already erect pecker from your pants and gives it an almost-too-hard tug with her hand, making you grunt.
@@.kash;"Yeah, well, all of me is magic,"@@ she says, @@.kash;"so it only makes sense. 'Specially my mouth. Now pay attention."@@
And with that, she clamps her hot mouth on your trembling cock. You gasp as she engulfs you. You feel her trying to swallow your dick, her tongue lashing at the underside while her lips massage the base of your shaft.
Only moments later you're bucking your hips and clenching the fabric of the couch in your fists.
Just as you're about to release she pulls off your cock with a sloppy wet sucking sound and pumps your dick in her hands, causing the first high-velocity push to land in sticky dollops on your chin and cheek and the remaining spurts of long-pent-up spunk to splatter on your shirt.
[[Damn.|0006 Damn]]@@.self;"Whoa, me? No. No, of course not! I'm not, you know, gay... like that."@@
She frowns. @@.kash;"It's just a cock, ya silly git. Not like you're puckering up for a stick of dynamite, issit? Stop being such a prude or this'll be no fun for either of us."@@
@@.self;"I'm not sure--"@@
@@.kash;"All I'm saying is shagging will be easy-peasy for you when I'm done. You'll pull anyone you fancy, guaranteed! How's that sound to ya?"@@
@@.self;"Um, yeah, that sounds great."@@
She sighs. @@.kash;"Blimey, your enthusiasm is only abso-bloodly-lutely overwhelming."@@
@@.self;"I mean, it does sound good. Really. Like, really good."@@
@@.kash;"Well color me convinced. Here's hoping you're not set on being stodgy about it."@@
She walks over and grabs something off the table that you hadn't noticed until now: a foot-long metal rod with a pink upside-down heart-shaped tip. Purple sparkles spill from the top and fade away to nothing.
@@.self;"Err, what's that?"@@
@@.kash;"Badge of office, is all, really. Kinda pretty, innit? Gives me an air of officiality, so to say."@@
@@.self;"Sure. Like the tooth fairy's wand."@@
@@.kash;"No, you silly git. She's make-believe."@@
@@.self;"Oh. Of course. Sorry."@@
@@.kash;"Right. Well,"@@ she says as she poses the wand over your head, @@.kash;"any last words for your little todger? After this, it's toodle-pip forever!"@@
@@.self;"My what?"@@
@@.kash;"Your pecker, mate. Thought you'd like a moment, so to speak."@@
@@.self;"Last words? No... what--"@@
@@.kash;"No? Cheerio, then!"@@
And she smacks you on the head with the wand, sending you into the deepest dreamless sleep you've ever experienced.
[[Zzz!|0007 Otherwhere]]By the time you get your breath under control and open your eyes, she's leaned back beside you swigging more mouthwash. This time, however, she spits the mouthful of blue liquid right onto the beige carpet beside the couch.
That's going to stain.
@@.self;"Um, err, that was nice. Great. Thanks,"@@ you say as you're zipping your pants back up after securing your penis back in your boxer shorts. @@.self;"Should I... I mean... I could... you know, do you?"@@
She laughs. @@.kash;"No thanks, mate. Don't need ya lapping at my minge like some crazed dog."@@
@@.self;"Oh. Okay."@@
@@.kash;"It takes patience and practice to give proper head to a lady, is what I'm saying. You've not got either and I damn well know it."@@
@@.self;"Right. Yeah. Of course."@@
@@.kash;"Well, you needn't worry on it now. We're changing the game, you and I! None of these half-measures the other daft bints have tried. We're going straight to the heart of things, mate."@@
@@.self;"Okay..."@@
She stands up and stretches out.
@@.kash;"Shagging will be easy-peasy for you when I'm done. You'll pull anyone you fancy, guaranteed! How's that sound to ya?"@@
@@.self;"Um, yeah, that sounds great."@@
She sighs. @@.kash;"Blimey, your enthusiasm is only abso-bloodly-lutely overwhelming."@@
@@.self;"I mean, it does sound good. Really. Like, really good."@@
@@.kash;"Well color me convinced. Here's hoping you're not set on being stodgy about it."@@
She leans over and grabs something off the table that you hadn't noticed until now: a foot-long metal rod with a pink upside-down heart-shaped tip. Purple sparkles spill from the top and fade away to nothing.
@@.self;"Err, what's that?"@@
@@.kash;"Badge of office, is all, really. Kinda pretty, innit? Gives me an air of officiality, so to say."@@
@@.self;"Sure. Like the tooth fairy's wand."@@
@@.kash;"No, you silly git. She's make-believe."@@
@@.self;"Oh. Of course. Sorry."@@
@@.kash;"Right. Well,"@@ she says as she poses the wand over your head, @@.kash;"any last words for your little todger? After this, it's toodle-pip forever!"@@
@@.self;"My what?"@@
@@.kash;"Your pecker, mate. Thought you'd like a moment, so to speak."@@
@@.self;"Last words? No... what--"@@
@@.kash;"No? Cheerio, then!"@@
And she smacks you on the head with the wand, sending you into the deepest dreamless sleep you've ever experienced.
[[Zzz!|0007 Otherwhere]]She looks over at you, eyebrows raised, as she takes a swig of flourescent blue liquid from the family-sized plastic bottle in her hand.
@@.kash;"Wotcher, mate,"@@ she says after she swallows her gulp. @@.kash;"Overtime, eh? Wasted hours. Hard cheese, that."@@
@@.self;"Um..."@@
She stands up after muting the television and setting the bottle of mouthwash aside. Her breasts are small, just barely swells of flesh at all really, but they tremble pleasantly as she whisks away cheese puff crumbs from her chest with her delicate hand.
While she's maybe just over five-feet tall, she stands confidently and appears almost statuesque. Her skin is pale and flawless in the glow of the television and her blue-black hair falls in tresses down to her slim waist. She rubs cheesy dust from her bee-stung lips and sucks the orange grains from her slender fingers.
@@.self;"Um..."@@ you say again.
@@.kash;"Lucy,"@@ she says, stepping over to you and extending her hand.
@@.self;"Lucy? Lucy who?"@@
@@.kash;"Oh, let's not give away all the mystery right off, eh? Just call me Kash. All my mates do."@@
[[I'm not a rude asshole, so I shake her hand.|0002 Handshake]]You groan as you awaken. The whole world seems to be moving -- rocking back and forth. The motion makes your stomach bubble. There's a strange sensation between your legs -- definitely not unpleasant, but certainly strange. Your move your hands down and your fingers find something furry moving between your legs. With a squeal, it scampers off, its bushy hide brushing your leg as it runs away.
You reach between your legs. Your penis is slimy and, despite obviously being erect, seems to be missing a few (rather significant) inches. For a moment, you feel a shock of panic, thinking perhaps that creature nibbled off part of your dick, but upon further groping you realize it's all there -- just smaller. Along with your balls, which are also smaller. And hairless. In fact, as you run your hands over yourself,you find that all the skin on your thighs and chest and groin is silky smooth. And for some reason, you're naked.
@@.kash;"Up finally, are ya?"@@
The room you're in is small and dark. Crates and boxes and shelves line the walls. It smells like old soup.
You open your mouth to ask what happened but no words come out.
@@.kash;"Right sorry about it but you can't speak. Dropped a clanger, as they say. I'm just as miffed as you are about the whole mess, believe me, but naught to be done. Your voicebox puffed and popped in the throes of twisted incantations! Not to worry, I can read your thoughts. Sort of. Your dreams threw me off a bit. Shagging a unicorn on a cloud puff? You're a real weirdo, mate."@@
You look over towards the voice. There is only a very dim light filtering into the room through the curtains at the foot of the bed you're on -- a cot, actually. But you can make out the shadowy shape of Kash: the petite raven-haired hottie that you vaguely recall recently smashing you on the head with a Halloween accessory.
@@.kash;"Look, things have gone a bit balls-up, is all. Not to worry, I'll sort this out."@@
You wince when a sudden pink glow fills the room. Kash fiddles with her wand as purple sparkles dribble lewdly from the inverted heart-shaped tip.
@@.kash;"There we are! Twas just a tad loose!"@@ she says, twisting the rod in her hands to apparently tighten the top of it.
Now that she's bathed in the pink glow of her wand, you can see that she's put her lengthy blue-black hair into two long pigtails positioned to fall behind her shoulders.
@@.kash;"This is my thinkin' 'do,"@@ she says.
You realize she could see you gazing at her hair even though it's very dark in the small room despite with the pink glow of her wand.
@@.kash;"Can see in the dark, then, can't I? Use your skull-puddin', silly girl!"@@
Odd that she would call you a girl. After all, you were just groping your cock and balls.
[[I'm obviously not a girl.|0008 Nongirl]]@@.kash;"MEEERRRTTT,"@@ she says, badly imitating the sound of a buzzer. @@.kash;"Wrong answer, mate! Try again."@@
Kash swishes her wand over and holds it above your head. You look down to see that, indeed, you appear to have breasts -- though you have to admit, calling them breasts might be an exaggeration. The swells of flesh are soft and quite a bit squishy, though. You imagine this is what Kash's nearly flat chest would feel like.
Your nipples are nearly as big as gumdrops. You pinch them in your fingers, finding them stiff and tender and delightfully sensitive. These are most definitely not male nipples.
@@.kash;"DEEDEEDILLYADOOO!"@@ she says. @@.kash;"We have a winner! Yeah, I know, you still got your meat and two veg but that's just because... well, touch of a cock-up, like I said. Seems this rubbish wand was a tad wonky and bits of you got stuck in-between. I planned on making you a stunner -- a real crumpet, you know! -- but I was in the details still when the magics went a-sputter. Bit of a bad twist on the bell-end,"@@ she says, wiggling her wand at you. @@.kash;"Threw off my goody mojo, see? Real lame, that."@@
Okay, so she's made you a girl -- sort of. But why? That part doesn't make any sense.
@@.kash;"I'm your fuck fairy, ya ditz. My job is to get you laid and now it'll be a snap, won't it? And you're real bloody welcome."@@
Your hands go to your face. Your features feel different under your fingers.
@@.kash;"Oi, don't fret. You're right pretty, for a girly boy-girl boi."@@
You lower your arm to feel between your legs again. Your smooth, undersize package is easily cupped in one hand.
@@.kash;"It was on its way to becoming a cooter, that's why it's gone all shrinky. And the thing licking on your tiny todger was a rous. It's like a dog and rat, kinda mixed together. They rather like semen, you know. Spirate ships are infested with them. Don't worry, it's a harmless twee thing. Besides, you didn't much seem to mind, did you?"@@
It did feel pretty nice. Still, having a rat-dog give you a blowjob should certainly have you freaking out. But you feel rather peaceful, all said.
@@.kash;"Oh, that! I did a bit of a calming charm on you, so to speak. Couldn't have you throwing a real fit whilst we're in not-so-friendly territory. See, we're on a spirate ship. Space pirates. Get it?"@@
[[The idea of a 'space pirate' is patently ridiculous.|0009 Ridiculous]]@@.kash;"Don't I know it! Spirating is a right silly job."@@
You push yourself off the cot and stand up. You gaze down at your naked body. There appears to have been some other changes. Your shoulders seem to be more narrow, your hips are definitely somewhat thicker, and your legs are, in a word, shapely. These are the type of legs that really work in a skirt. Or, apparently, in nothing at all. Because these are some pretty sexy legs. You could probably yank off just looking down at your own damn petite little feet!
You wiggle your snubby bubble toes and grin.
@@.kash;"Oi, lemme help a girl out,"@@ Kash says.
She thumps her wand on the side of your head and suddenly you seem to be floating outside of your body, looking at yourself. What you see is the epitome of something you've seen in anime (not that you're an anime geek, right?) and that something is... a trap -- an overtly feminine boy that could very easily pass for a girl. Although, being naked, the cute dinky dick and tight smooth ballsac rather obviously gives away your true gender.
Your light pink hair is shoulder-length and lustrous and full-bodied. Your eyes? Big and beautiful... and purple. Your lips? Plump and supremely kissable. Your body? Hairless, flawless, and of delicious proportion. And all packaged in what appears to be a compact five-foot-nothing stature.
Altogether, you're probably the cutest, most cuddly damn thing you've ever seen on two legs.
Suddenly your vision seems to snap back into your head. You stare at Kash as your blurry eyesight wavers into clear focus once again.
@@.kash;"See? You're bloody adorable!"@@
But pink hair and purple eyes? Not exactly natural...
@@.kash;"Who cares? I was having fun! And you turned out SOOO KEE-YOOOT!"@@
Sure, but where the hell are you? Staring at Kash, you think of home. Surely she knows how to get the hell back home!
@@.kash;"No, we're not in Hell... unfortunately... but getting home will be easy-peasy!"@@ Kash says, grinning. @@.kash;"Just need a power source from this universe to re-up my wand here and we'll pop right out of here. Any power source will do, really. Whatever's got this wonky ship bumbling along ought to be more than enough."@@
You suppose the two of you should get on with it then. If this 'calming charm' wears off, you might really start freaking out.
@@.kash;"Ah, well, that... see, I'm not going along with you, am I? I've got other cases to attend, haven't I? Once you get the power supply, I'll pop back over and do right by you. But for now, I'll tell you everything you need to know. First, spirates aren't exactly friendly folk. Argy-bargy and biscuit arsed, the lot of 'em. So a girl like you bimbling about the ship is in for a rough welcome, like as not. They're spirates, you know. Raping and pillaging is their bread and butter."@@
An image of you being ravaged by a grinning, gold-toothed pirate flashes through your mind. If not for the 'calming charm' you'd definitely be freaking out now.
@@.kash;"That's right, the ol' snatch-a-snatch! But don't worry, it isn't definite. You just have to be slick -- and I'm not talking about your boy-cooter, 'less that IS the way you want to handle things. If not, well, you're in no shape to fight these burly bum-fuckers so you'll have to use your wits and wiles, won't ya?"@@
You wonder how you're going to accomplish that -- especially since you apparently can't speak.
@@.kash;"Right! A challenge it'll be! But I got a strong feeling you're gonna be a fast learner. Now, I've really got to pop off. Your first obstacle is a big bloke on the other side of that curtain. How you deal with him is up to you. You want me to bop you with another dose of 'chill the fuck out' before I go?"@@
[[Yes, chill me the fuck out please.|0010 Yes]]
[[No, she needs to stop messing with my head!|0010 No]]
[[Err, wait, what about clothes?|0010 Clothes]]You focus on the idea of 'clothes' so that hopefully Kash will get the hint from reading your mind. Or whatever.
@@.kash;"Well, your clothes didn't seem to make the journey, did they? And why should that matter? I go without and I'm all the better for it."@@
You're pretty sure clothes would help in the 'not getting raped' endeavor.
@@.kash;"Maybe. Probably not. Spirates might consider you goin' about wearin' clothes as an invitation to rip them off ya,"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"They got space-brains, don't they? Weird logic and all that."@@
That doesn't seem like any logic at all.
@@.kash;"Besides, I obviously don't have any spare toggery to give, now do I? So would you like a touch of 'chill' or no?"@@
[[Yes, chill me the fuck out please.|0010 Yes]]
[[No, she needs to stop messing with my head!|0010 No]]<<set $chillmode to true>>\
You nod. Another dose of 'chill' sounds like a good idea.
Kash whacks you upside your head with her wand which, strangely enough, doesn't upset you at all.
<<display "0011 Continue">>\You shake your head. You don't want anything clouding your mind while you're trying get out of this wacky place.
She shrugs.
<<display "0011 Continue">>\daviezwei@@.kash;"Toodle-pip now!"@@
Kash disappears with an audible <b>!POOF!</b> and leaves behind a few wisps of dark smoke that quickly drift away.
You shuffle up to the curtains and draw them aside just enough to peer out.
The room on the other side of these curtains appears to be some sort of kitchen. It's cluttered with boxes and bags and the counters are littered with scraps of meat and vegetables. A countertop is attached along the walls of the room and there is plenty of shadowy space underneath it.
An obese but also quite muscular man is chopping up something with a cleaver, his back to you. He's wearing shabby, soiled clothing but his dirty fat feet are bare.
As Kash had said, there's no way you're a match for this guy in a fight -- especially in your new girly body. He's seven feet of fat slabby muscularity and you're about five feet of sweet squishy sexiness.
But you may be able to get the jump on him. If you could get a hold of one of those big frying pans on the countertop, you might be able to knock him out from behind. But a nagging itch at the back of your mind tells you that assaulting a man almost twice your height and three times your width doesn't seem like the best idea.
You could crawl under the countertops and hide in the shadowy space underneath. You'd be able to get around the whole room from under there -- at least to check out the situation. The floor looks pretty dirty, though.
<<if $chillmode eq true>>\
Or maybe it's best to just go say hello?
<<endif>>\
<<if $chillmode eq true>>\
[[Probably best just to say hello, right?|0012 Greetings]]
<<endif>>\
[[I'm small so being sneaky should be real easy.|0012 Crawling]]
[[It's 'pan upside the head' time for this guy!|0012 FryingPan]]
[[Fuck all that. I'm just gonna walk right outta here.|0012 Walking]]<<set $fryingpan to true>>\
You decide to whack the cook on the noggin to put him down. You're going to need a running start, to be sure.
You creep through the curtains. Your bare feet pad on the sticky tiles of the kitchen floor as you walk. There's a chill in the room that makes your fat little nipples hard. You tip-toe towards a cast-iron pan on the nearby countertop. With nary a sound, you reach the pan and curl your fingers around it, grasping it in your fist.
The pan is much heavier than you would have thought. You grip it with both hands to lift it off the countertop without scraping it across the surface.
You approach. Step... step.... step.
You're a few feet behind the cook now. His bulging arm wobbles and flexes as he chops at something on the countertop. From here, you'd need to sprint and jump and, hopefully, waylay him across the back of the head and send him tumbling, unconcious, to the floor.
You look up at the cook's fat neck and swallow.
This sure doesn't seem like the best plan... after all, violence begets violence, doesn't it?
[[Err... maybe I WILL just try to talk after all.|0012 Greetings]]
[[Full steam ahead and whack him!|0013 Thunk]]You take a slow, deep breath and then dash forward and pounce!
Unfortunately, the cast-iron frying pan is just too heavy for your slender arm muscles to properly swing about. You end up thunking the pan off his shoulder with a glancing blow. You tumble to the floor due to your momentum and the pan boings off the dirty floor with a loud clang.
The large man whirls around, brandishing a bloody cleaver. He looks at you, eyes narrowed and fatty lips twisted into a grimace. His face isn't... human. It SEEMS human, but also quite... piggish. He definitely has a pig nose. And pig ears.
You automatically scrabble backward on the floor in retreat.
@@.cook;"Who you?!"@@ he demands in a gruff voice.
You gesture to your mouth, moving your lips as if to speak words, and then shake your head.
@@.cook;"No talk?"@@
You shake your head again. Nope, no talk.
@@.cook;"No talk, but hit!"@@ he says, waggling his cleaver at you.
You swallow hard and shake your head -- although yes, you did hit. Or at least try.
Suddenly the cook lunges forward and grabs a hold of your hair in his fist. You squeal as he pulls you to your feet. He releases your hair only to clamp his thick fingers around your throat and squeeze.
@@.self;"ERRRK!"@@
You bring both your hands up to try to pry his fingers off your neck but it's useless. He's way too strong. You gurgle and kick your feet as he lifts you off the floor.
@@.cook;"I no like get hit!"@@ he shouts.
Yes, that's very clear now.
He drags you over to the counter and lets you down, but immediately clutches your left wrist in his hand. Then he drags your arm over the countertop. He lifts the cleaver in the air.
He's not going to...!
<b>!CHOP!</b>
The cleaver goes right through your arm above the elbow as if that limb were no more than a big fat hotdog.
@@.cook;"Now you no hit!"@@
You swoon on your feet and, when he releases you, you collapse to the floor and pass the fuck out.
[[Zzz!|0014 Oops]]<<if $fryingpan eq true>>\
Reconsidering such a brash action as bashing a giant man with a cleaver on the head, you carefully set the frying pan back on the countertop.
You open your mouth to say hello. But all that comes out is a cutesy-sounding @@.self;"Hnnnmm?"@@
<<else>>\
<<if $realdirty eq true>>\
Realizing that the corridor holds untold dangers from large strangers and the vent may very well lead to a big sharp fan that will chop you to pieces, you resolve to greet the cook instead.
You crawl from beneath the countertop and futilely try to brush some of the grime from your body. It's a senseless act, of course, and you only succeed in smearing the filth across your stomach and hips, along with Poochie's slick, runny jizz.
With a sigh, you open your mouth to say hello but the only sound that emanates from you is a cutesy-sounding @@.self;"Hhhmmm?"@@
<<else>>\
You figure it would be best just to go greet him. Sure, he's big, but he doesn't look all that scary. And he's a cook so he can't be a really bad person. Why would a bad person become a cook?
<<if $crawler neq true>>\
You slip through the curtain and step towards the big man. Your bare feet pad on the sticky tiles of the kitchen floor as you walk. There's a chill in the room that makes your fat little nipples hard.
Once you reach him, you open your mouth to say hello. But all that comes out is a cutesy-sounding @@.self;"Hnnnmm?"@@
<<else>>\
You crawl from underneath the countertops and stand up. After brushing yourself off -- uselessly -- you attempt to greet the cook.
@@.self;"Hnnnmm?"@@
<<endif>>\
<<endif>>\
<<endif>>\
Oops! Right. You can't speak.
The large man whirls around, brandishing a bloody cleaver. He looks at you, eyes narrowed and fatty lips twisted into a grimace. His face isn't... human. It SEEMS human, but also quite... piggish. He definitely has a pig nose. And pig ears.
You automatically take a step back.
<<if $poochiefuck neq true>>\
@@.cook;"Who you?"@@ he demands in a gruff voice.
You gesture to your mouth, moving your lips as if to speak words, and then shake your head.
He stares at you for a moment and then says, @@.cook;"No talk?"@@
You shake your head again. Nope, no talk.
@@.cook;"Huh,"@@ he says. @@.cook;"Huh,"@@ he says again. He looks you over and asks, @@.cook;"You swab?"@@
You think he's asking if you're a member of the crew. From what you remember about pirates in movies, a 'swab' is something like a deckhand.
You decide to play along so you nod at him. Sure. I'm a total swab. The swabbiest.
@@.cook;"Huh. What name?"@@
After thinking for a moment, you start to draw the letters of your name in the air with your finger.
[[I write out my name in the air for him.|0013 Named]]
<<else>>\
@@.cook;"Who you?"@@ he demands in a gruff voice. He looks you over, piggish eyes narrowed and eyebrows scrunched together. Suddenly his expression brightens and he starts cackling, lowering the cleaver and slapping his other hand over his big belly. @@.cook;"Haha! You Poochie's bitch!"@@
You bite your lip and avert your gaze. Apparently he was able to piece together what happened under the countertops with Poochie between to your jizm-soaked appearance and the sounds he must have heard.
@@.cook;"Okay!"@@ he says after his uncontrollable chuckling dies down a little. He turns and lumbers off to the storage closet you were just in and returns with a large sponge and a bucket of rancid water. He shoves them at you and you reach out to take them. @@.cook;"You do floor."@@
With a sigh, you nod and get back down on your hands and knees to clean the syrupy mess of Poochie's cum under the countertops. The sponge is hardly effective since the floor is so filthy. You'd need a whole bale of wire scrub and two weeks of work to get some of this gunk up.
Still, after half an hour or so, you think that's as good as it's going to get. You sit up and look at the cook, waving at the spot on the floor you've made a little less dirty.
@@.cook;"All floor,"@@ he says, waving the cleaver around. @@.cook;"Do all floor!"@@
Ugh. Damn. With a huff, you set about working the sponge over a new area of the disgusting tile floor.
After half an hour more, you hear Poochie's paws clicking on the floor as he approaches you from behind. You turn around to warn him off, not wanting to deal with him right now, but the cook stops his chopping and glares down at you.
@@.cook;"You do floor,"@@ he orders, leveling the cleaver at you. He smiles and says, @@.cook;"Poochie do you."@@
As if by command, Poochie scampers up to mount you. The cook watches, grinning, as the dog-thing stabs his doggie dick at your ass, trying to find a warm wet hole.
[[Oh, good. Now I'm this dog-thing's bitch?|0013 PoochieFuck]]
<<endif>>\<<set $crawler to true>>\
You get down on your hands and knees and creep out of the storage room and into the kitchen. The huge cook still has his back to you, chopping away at something and grumbling. You slowly make your way into the shadows under the countertop that runs along the walls of the kitchen. You're pretty sure you can crawl around the entire room under here without being seen.
There has to be a door out of here somewhere... but then what?
If you crawl to the other side of the room, you'll have to pass underneath where the cook is chopping on the countertop.
Your hands and knees are already a bit grimy from the floor. Any more crawling around like this and you're going to get super dirty.
[[I'm just going to say hello after all.|0012 Greetings]]
[[No, I gotta stay sneaky. A little dirt don't hurt!|0013 CrawlMore]]Throwing caution to the wind, you step right out into the kitchen. Your bare feet don't make much of a noise on the tiles of the room and the cook is busy chopping something.
You're unnoticed.
You casually walk to the other side of the room. From here you can see a way out: a vent of some sort at the ground level is missing any sort of grating cover. You could easily crawl into there and see where it leads.
Otherwise, there's a hallway straight ahead and you can see an open doorway at the end of it. It appears to lead to a perpendicular corridor and you can see large figures passing to and fro beyond the doorway. That clearly is not the way to go if you want to avoid these raping, pillaging spirates...
[[Time to escape through that vent.|0015 Vent]]
[[I want to see what's down that hallway.|0015 Hallway]]
[[I might as well greet the cook after all.|0012 Greetings]]<<set $realdirty to true>>\
You slowly creep along under the countertops. It's awfully dirty under here and soon you're smeared with grime and feeling quite sticky.
You round the first corner and start under the long stretch of countertop on the adjacent wall. The cook is still chopping away, close to the middle of the countertop, and you're almost there now.
His fat bare feet, just ahead of you, are dirty and gnarled. His long, chipped toenails are the most gross shade of yellow. You siddle along the wall as you crawl along to keep from coming even close to touching those super-icky feet.
You make it to the next corner and start down the last length of the wrap-around countertop. From here, you can't see a door or a way out, but you have hope that you might be able to see something at the end.
But suddenly the cook grunts and stops chopping. You watch his feet shuffle toward you; step after trundling step. Then he stops and his feet are once again in front of you. He starts messing with something on the countertop above you.
Great.
You hear scraping. Clacking. You look to the direction of the sounds and spot a dog. Well, a dog-thing, anyway. It's about the size of a German shepard but with the head of a seal and covered in the mottled grey fur of a wolf. It's paws are big and bear-like and it's slimy tongue, dangling out of his mouth a good eight inches, wouldn't make sense in any animal outside of a giant frog.
And it's scampering right toward you.
@@.cook;"Poochie Poochie,"@@ the cook says in a gruff voice.
Poochie -- or perhaps Poochie Poochie, if the dog does indeed have the same first and last name -- trots right up behind you and immediately starts sniffing your ass. It's cold wet nose nuzzles your little pink starfish. You clamp your lips shut to keep from making a noise.
The dog-thing ceases its nosing of your bottom and, apparently approving of the aroma, skitters up on two legs and tries to clamor atop you. Its paws scratch along your back and sides as it tries to mount you.
Is this really happening?
[[Get away from me, you weird-ass dog!|0014 PoochieNo]]
[[Help the dog-thing get into position.|0014 PoochieYes]]You push the dog-thing away from you and it growls. It tries to mount you again and you again shove it away, harder this time. It whimpers and scampers off to lie down in the far corner of the kitchen.
@@.cook;"Poochie,"@@ the cook says.
The fat cook follows after the dog-thing and reaches down to pat his head but luckily doesn't turn around to see you.
The cook resumes his station at the middle counter and begins chopping whatever he's chopping once again.
You crawl to the end of the countertops. From here you can see a way out: a vent of some sort at the ground level is missing any sort of grating cover. You could easily crawl into there and see where it leads.
Otherwise, there's a hallway straight ahead and you can see an open doorway at the end of it. It appears to lead to a perpendicular corridor and you can see large figures passing to and fro beyond the doorway. That clearly is not the way to go if you want to avoid these raping, pillaging spirates...
[[Time to escape through that vent!|0015 Vent]]
[[I want to see what's down that hallway.|0015 Hallway]]
[[Fuck this, I'll greet the cook after all.|0012 Greetings]]<<set $poochiefuck to true>>\
<<set $dogdna to true>>\
For whatever reason, you shift your legs apart and arch your back, allowing the strange mutt to gain purchase and mount you. It jabs its pecker at your butt and when it finally finds the mark, you drop your forehead to the floor and puff out to cheeks to keep from crying out.
Poochie roughly buries its bone in your ass. Thankfully it's slick and slender, so there isn't an overwhelming amount of discomfort, but it you certainly wouldn't have minded a little foreplay to get you ready.
The dog-thing begins to hump you, it's semi-rigid rod flexes as it enters you, curving just enough to conveniently -- or in your current situation, decidedly unconveniently -- nudge your prostate. You have to bite your lip to keep from squealing every time the mutt's slimy cock drills into your ass. Your own erection bobbles between your legs, begging for attention.
But you can't chance getting your hand to it. You have to brace yourself on the floor while Poochie does his thing or you're sure to collapse.
@@.cook;"Poooochie,"@@ the cook warbles.
A ragged slice of meat plops on the floor next to your face. You quickly grab it and hold it over your shoulder for Poochie to eat before the cook gets suspicious. Splatters of blood and saliva coat your back and neck as the dog-thing enjoys its treat while still maintaining a steady hump.
Soon, the dog's dong bumping your butt-button becomes overwhelmingly distracting. At this rate, you're going to cum without even touching yourself. Trying to breath quietly while panting along with Poochie, you sink your head to the floor, your cheek pressed to the filthy floor. You mash your face into your arm to stifle any noises that you are very certainly about to make.
But suddenly Poochie stops humping you. His doggie dick slips out of you and you feel hot, runny liquid pour over your ass and spurt on your thighs. Squirts of watery semen splatter on the floor underneath you, speckling your arms and neck.
Thankfully the cook doesn't seem to hear it. And all you can think about in this moment is how close you were to orgasm and how utterly frustrated you feel at this point.
This must be how girls feel with guys fire off prematurely.
Poochie drops from the mounted position and trots across the kitchen to lie under the countertops in the far corner. The fat cook follows after him and reaches down to pat his head but luckily doesn't turn around to see you.
The cook resumes his station at the middle counter and begins chopping whatever he's chopping once again.
You push yourself up on your hands and knees, still panting faintly, and crawl to the end of the countertops. From here you can see a way out: a vent of some sort at the ground level is missing any sort of grating cover. You could easily crawl into there and see where it leads.
Otherwise, there's a hallway straight ahead and you can see an open doorway at the end of it. It appears to lead to a perpendicular corridor and you can see large figures passing to and fro beyond the doorway. That doesn't seem like the way to go if you want to avoid people...
[[Time to escape through that vent!|0015 Vent]]
[[I want to see what's down that hallway.|0015 Hallway]]
[[Fuck this, I'll greet the cook after all.|0012 Greetings]]The corridor ahead is full of brutes and the cook is a humongous man wielding a meat cleaver. The vent is definitely your only logical choice. If you'll fit...
<<if $poochiefuck eq true>>\
After a glance over to make sure that the cook is still occupied with his chopping and the dog-thing is still napping off it's fucking, you scoot your hands and knees along the floor towards the vent.
<<else>>\
After a glance over to make sure that the cook is still occupied with his chopping, you scoot your hands and knees along the floor towards the vent.
Damn this floor is dirty.
<<endif>>\
Luckily, you were right, and you're able to squeeze right through the opening. The shaft is certainly not roomy, but there's enough space for you to manuever and continue to crawl forward.
After several minutes trekking through the ventilation shaft, your wrists and knees start to ache. You have a crick in your back from being on all fours and the muscles of your shoulders are getting tired.
In addition, the ventilation shaft is dusty and begrimed and you're sweating profusely, so you're only getting even more filthy.
You've passed a few connections of other shafts to this one but they've all been overhead. There's no way you could crawl upwards as the metal is too smooth and offers no purchase.
Thankfully, you feel a draft coming from somewhere ahead, though the breeze smells kind of moldy and funky. You continue to crawl, the skin of your knees and hands and feet sliding and squeaking on the filmy metal of the shaft, until you turn a corner and see an opening ahead. You quickly crawl out and stand up to stretch yourself.
It's a bathroom. Sort of. There are no stalls, just a row of toilets on one side and a row of urinals on the other. There are sinks attached to the wall in the other direction and, at the end, an open area with showerheads fitted to the ceiling.
[[Ooh, time for a shower!|0016 Shower]]
[[Nah, no time for that.|0016 StayDirty]]You take a few tentative steps down the hallway, keeping next to the wall. Through the open doorway you spy many people passing by. Most of them are very large and over-muscled and, oddly enough, dressed as you would expect pirates to dress: blouses, scarves, jackets, hats, big cuffed boots, and that sort of stuff.
As you get closer, you notice that the men and women and not just men and women. The majority of the people look like they have animal characteristics. A huge woman with the ears and nose and general features of a panda passes by, shrugging off a slightly smaller man -- he looks part tiger -- who tries to grab her arm and get her attention. A lumbering man with the noggin of a hammerhead shark pushes by both of them, grumbling and snapping his teeth at them. Another man with hooves for feet and the horns of a bull jutting from his scalp careens down the corridor, snorting, and almost bowls right through the others. He must be late for something.
One thing is clear: that corridor really not the place for something as small, cute, and naked as you are.
[[Time to escape through that vent!|0015 Vent]]
[[Fuck this, I'll greet the cook after all.|0012 Greetings]]
[[I'm going to continue to the corridor like a madman.|0016 Corridor]]Apparently having totally lost your fucking mind, you continue forward towards the large corridor. You trace your fingers along the passageway wall as you walk, entirely naked and completely vulnerable, to the doorway. You stop behind the frame of the door, which offers you at least a little cover, and you peer into the corridor.
The monsterous beast-men walking to and fro start to take notice of you. Hungry eyes devour you. Some slow their steps to stare at your nude body. Long tongues lick glistening lips. Mouths open into grins or sneers.
A bear-like man snarls in your direction as he passes by. Two slender otter-boys quickly pass by, ducking and dodging out of the way of the others as they go, and they both shoot you a frightened look before they hurry on. A strapping wolf-like woman slows to gaze at you and you can see, bulging in her overly-tight trousers, a distinctly non-feminine feature. A panther-like man hauls a fawn-like woman along with him, his large hand gripped on the back of her neck as she curses at him.
You have the distinct feeling that the only reason you haven't been accosted is because you're not actually in the corridor. But one step and you will be.
One more step and you will be at the mercy of these beastly men and women. And you're feeling quite certain the experience will be violent, relentless, and leave you battered and bloody if not outright dead.
[[Time to escape through that vent!|0015 Vent]]
[[Fuck this, I'll greet the cook after all.|0012 Greetings]]
[[I'll step into the corridor. Because FUCK. ME.|0017 RapeTime]]Senseless. Irresponsible. Apathetic. Suicidal.
You're pretty sure some of those words will be spoken at your funeral as you take a step into the corridor.
You're immediately snatched from behind by your hair. Your head jerks painfully to the side as you're yanked from your feet. You can't see who has a hold of you, but you can feel their huge fist as you clench your hands around their wrist to keep from having your hair pulled out. You kick your feet and whine as you're dragged down the corridor. Grunts and growls echo all around you.
The crowd behind you is growing. Two. Three. Four large animal-people lumber behind you, grinning and licking their lips. Five. Six.
Suddenly you're thrown into a room. Your naked body tumbles and slides along the wet tiles of the floor. It seems to be some sort of locker room. But you don't get a good look as someone jerks you to your feet and throws you over a bench, knocking the wind out of you.
There's a hard dick in your face. Your hair is pulled back, forcing you to open your mouth and whimper, and the rigid cock is jammed right into your throat. You can't breathe. A white panic flashes through your mind.
Warm liquid pours onto your ass. Then you feel the nozzle of a bottle being shoved into your asshole. A surge of fluid fills your guts and splatters out of your rectum when then bottle is yanked away. But only for a moment, as it is quickly replaced. A steely prick punches through your clenching sphincter and spears into your guts.
Your teeth scrape on the veiny shaft in your mouth as you squeal in pain. You take a huge, wet gulp of air as the dick is dislodged from your throat. A hand swats across your face so hard that you see stars.
@@.knob;"Watch your fnarkin' teeeeeth!"@@ a ragged voice orders right before your throat is jammed full of hard cock again.
Squeals and groans resound in the room as you're thrust into from both sides. Your arms and legs flail as your body is used to satisfy the feral lust of your rapists. The cock inside your ass drains its load in your bowels and, once extricated, is instantly replaced. The rowdy, rough fucking continues, unceasing and uncaring.
You can't see anything. Furry pubic hair itches your nostrils as your assaulter's groin mashes against your face while he pumps his cock in your throat. He soon fills your belly with his seed and you have a brief chance to gasp in a breath before your mouth is savagely stuffed full of throbbing dick once again.
Hair pulled. Choked. Rough hands all over your body. Grabbing. Groping. Squeezing. Slapping. Licking. Sucking. Biting. Fucking and fucking and fucking.
You pass out. Twice. Each time waking up to a ferious ravaging of your ass and mouth. Each time you feel something like mini-orgasms bursting in your groin and rippling through your body. You are awash with barbaric ecstasy from being used so brutally. Your mind is lost in the delicious sensations of utter helplessness. These flowering orgasms that bloom in your gut certainly aren't manly... but the cock thrusting in your ass suddenly seems almost... enjoyable.
At least your body thinks so, because though you feel altogether quite numb at this point, your ballsac clenches up and your pecker spasms, spurting several squirts of cum onto the floor below you. It's a curiously detached sort of orgasm that you experience, rolling over you like a wave on a shoreline, bubbling and tickling and soaking you in a cold sweat.
Finally, sometime later, a roaring voice commands, @@.knob;"All right, enough! Stop! Don't kill her, you blasted fools! The captain will space the lot of us!"@@
After a few more moments, you're released. You slump over the bench. Your stomach convulses and you vomit a frothy mess of jizz onto the floor. You feel untold amounts of semen churning in your guts and burbling from your ravaged asshole.
Abruptly you're yanked up by your arm and dragged into a block of showers. You're dumped on the floor and a shower is turned on over you. Warm water sprays down over your trembling, abused body.
@@.knob;"Let's get the fnark outta here!"@@ a woman's voice suggests.
Judging by the silence that follows, the others agree with her plan. You concentrate on breathing as the water washes over you. And you pass out again.
[[Zzz!|0018 Naptime]]You hear someone laugh and your eyes flutter open. You move your head, slowly, to see Kash standing next to you. She's smirking down at you and shaking her head.
@@.kash;"You're a real nutter, mate. A real loon!"@@
All you can do is let out a whimper.
@@.kash;"I mean, my job was to get you laid, but I never expected you to go in for it like this! Bravo, you lecherous little tart!"@@
You put your head down on the tiles. There were so many of them. How many times were you raped?
@@.kash;"Well, that depends on how you count it,"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"If you count the number of cocks you had inside you, it'd be thirteen. But if you count it by number of loads in your tummy and bummy, it'd be twenty-two. The monkey-girl with the big banana-shaped dick got three turns on you, the cheeky bitch!"@@
Oh. Kash was watching... She saw all that?
@@.kash;"Sure did! And don't try blaming me for not doing anything about it, either. What the Hell was I supposed to do, anyway? You knew what you were getting into! You absolute madman!"@@
You groan.
@@.kash;"If you keep this up, you'll be fucked to death long before we can get a power supply. But hey, not a bad way to go out, mate! Still, I wouldn't feel all that jolly about a job well done if you didn't have a little more fun. So, I'm going to help you out a bit! It's not strictly allowed, but I'm not big on rules, am I?"@@
Suddenly you're thumped hard on the side of the head. You reach your fingers up to massage the area and see that Kash has bopped you with her wand again.
@@.kash;"Now you'll be more... resilient. Don't push it, though. You can still die. You can still get injured. But you'll be more... pliable. Get it?"@@ Kash asks.
Sort of? Not really.
@@.kash;"Anyway, get up! You're already starting to feel better. Trust me, mate."@@
You push yourself up into a sitting position and immediately puke up a bucketful of lumpy, congealed cum.
@@.kash;"Better out than in!"@@ Kash says, giggling.
You managed to stand on your shaky legs and put your face under the shower spray to gargle out your mouth. After spitting, you take a few wobbly steps. Now out of the shower block, you turn to see a large mirror on the wall of the locker room. You stumble over to it and take a look at yourself.
Whoa. You are one battered bitch. There's a ring of blue-black discoloration around your neck, along with splotchy yellow and brown and blue bruises all over your body. Several wicked-looking bite marks adorn your shoulders and arms and legs. You have a black eye. The whites of both your eyes are tinged with red from burst blood vessels. Your nose is bleeding. And your upper lip is fat and split. Despite your body shitting out all the semen it could in the shower, your stomach still looks slightly distended. And even having taken a shower, your pink hair is a wild mess on your head -- like after-sex hair times ten.
You open your mouth and notice that you're missing a tooth. Top row, fourth one on the right side. You can taste the coppery flavor of the wounded gum on your tongue. Your smile looks a rather goofy now, but honestly it's kind of...
@@.kash;"Cute, right? I mean, you do look a real mess, mate,"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"But still adorable in a trashy used-up kind of way."@@
You have to snort out a laugh at that. Strangely enough, she's right: you DO still look cute. Also tawdry, slutty, and... playful. Your face seems to say 'yeah but I liked it.'
@@.kash;"Okay, I've got to pop off again. I'll leave you to it,"@@ Kash says, winking at you. @@.kash;"You should take a bit of a break from the, you know, fuckery. Give your whorish little body some time to mend, will ya? And maybe go looking for that power supply, hmm? Or not. Whatever! Toodles!"@@
And <b>!POOF!</b> she's gone in a few whisps of blue-black smoke again.
You lick your split lip and grin. You did know what you were getting into. But you can't do it again. Not yet. Another round like that, in this condition, and you're not likely to wake back up.
Unfortunately, a search of the locker room reveals that the only way out is to go back to the corridor. There are a couple vents in the room but the covers on them are snug and sturdy. You don't have any tools to work with, either.
So you sit down on the bench to think. What can you do?
A couple minutes later, a mousy woman walks into the locker room. Mousy as in she looks to be part mouse. Or maybe rat. She has mouse/rat ears on top of her head and those buck-tooth kind of rodent teeth that protrude over her lower lip a bit. She's still quite pretty though, with big brown eyes and flowing brown hair that reaches her slender waist.
And she's only about half a foot taller than you, which is certainly new. She's not anything like the muscle-bound meatheads you've seen so far. She carries herself in an important way and her outfit is more formal than you've seen the other people here wear.
She gives you a look, a frown pulling at her curvy lips, and then walks by you over to one of the lockers.
Maybe she can help somehow?
[[I'll go say hello. Or rather wave hello, I guess.|0019 Mouselady]]
[[Someone that small, living here, has to be dangerous. No thanks!|0019 NoMouse]]You decide not to talk to the mouse-like lady. She has a serious 'psycho' aura about her.
Looking away from her, you continue to try to think of what to do next. Obviously going back into the corridor right now is a bad idea. Kash said it would probably kill you.
Some long minutes later, a burly wolf-man enters the locker room. He's probably the most 'animal' you've seen of anyone yet. His body is covered in short, lustrous grey and black fur. He has paws for feet and claws for hands and his entire head is that of a wolf. He's wearing a pair of knee-length leather trousers and nothing else.
He stares at you with his dark eyes. His wolfish mouth opens and out flaps his long, flat tongue.
His gruff, booming voice fills the room when he says, @@.hardesh;"Ye look a mite battled, lassie."@@
Can't really argue with that. Partly because you're not sure if you're sure what it means.
You shrug.
@@.hardesh;"Aye, but you're a raw wench, aren't ye?"@@ he asks. @@.hardesh;"What say ye come along with ol' Hardesh? I o'erheard ye got no task. I'll see to it ye are put to kind work and in exchange you'll belong to me. I could make right use of a lassie like ye."@@
You stare at him for a few moments. It seems the werewolf (if you had to guess, that's what he really appears to be) wants to give you an easy job but with the caveat that you're... his. Whatever that entails. But judging by his expression, it very probably means some fuckery.
[[Sure. Why not? I'm down with werewolves. Or whatever.|0022 Hardesh]]
[[Uh... no thanks.|0022 Remain]]You stand up and walk over to her. She turns to you and you give her a wave with smile. She slowly looks you up and down, an expression of disapproval on her pretty face.
When she meets your eyes again, she brings up her hand to beckon you closer. Once you're in range, she grabs your shoulder and turns you to the side to look down your backside. She releases you with a shove, turning you back around to face her, and her slender fingers grasp your fat girly nipple, pinching and twisting.
@@.self;"Hrrrmmm,"@@ you whimper through pressed lips.
@@.kyleni;"You enjoy a goodly dash of abuse, don't you?"@@ she asks in a pleasant and well-cultured voice.
You lick your fat cracked lip and slowly nod. Even if you don't want to admit it, it's pretty damn obvious you like it rough.
She scowls at you. @@.kyleni;"Do you speak?"@@
You shake your head and point to your throat and make a @@.self;"Hrmp"@@ sound.
She reaches up to shove her thumb in your mouth and spread your jaw open wide. Her thumb crooks into your cheek, pulling you this way and that as she inspects you.
@@.kyleni;"You remind me of... my sweet little girl,"@@ she says in a sultry tone, a wicked gleam in her eye. You never believed the idea that anyone could actually 'see' crazy in someone else, but you're pretty sure you just saw crazy.
A faint smile plays on her lips.
@@.kyleni;"Since you are unclaimed,"@@ she says, releasing you from her grip. @@.kyleni;"I suppose it falls upon me, as a captain's officer, to ensure you are gainfully employed. Undress me."@@
Your hands fumble with the buttons of her uniform jacket but she only stares ahead, patiently waiting. Soon you have it off, as well as her dress shirt and bra. Her breasts are actually rather impressively round. The bra she was wearing certainly wasn't flattering to her figure.
Off come her shiny black boots and black calf-length socks. Then down come her trousers and her panties, which she allows you to lift one of her feet at a time to remove. Her groin is shaved and her pussy sits plump and pretty between her legs, with smoothly hidden lips and a prominent nubby clit.
You fold her clothing as best you can and stow it in the locker at her direction.
Now that she is as naked as you are, she hands you a sponge and turns to walk to the showers.
@@.kyleni;"Bathe me,"@@ she orders, not deigning to even turn to look at you.
You hurry after her and soon you're lathering her shoulders and back under the warm spray of the shower. You move to her front and caress her soapy breasts and toned stomach. Down to her hips and thighs and calves.
There, just in front of you, is her swollen little slit. You could lean in just a bit and taste it...
[[Get my mouth on that mousy cooter!|0020 LickMouse]]
[[Err no thanks, just keep a-washing her.|0020 NoLick]]Deciding it's probably not a good idea to be forward with this rather dominant mouse lady, you simply continue to wash her with the sponge.
After a while longer, she shuts off the water and says, "Towel."
You hurry to her locker and retrieve a long towel from inside. There's a burly wolf-man in the locker room now. He's probably the most 'animal' you've seen of anyone yet. His body is covered in short, lustrous grey and black fur. He has paws for feet and claws for hands and his entire head is that of a wolf.
He gazes at you, his dark eyes drinking you in, but he spies your mousy companion in the shower and turns away.
You rush back and gently pat the mouse-like lady dry. She then steps out of the shower block and goes back to her locker, where she hands you a fresh uniform. You immediately start to dress her.
Once she's in uniform again, she says, "I won't have you with me unwillingly. Stay here, if you wish. But if you follow me, I will expect you to also follow my orders. Explicitly."
With that, she turns on her heel and starts out of the locker room.
[[Best follow her out.|0021 FollowKyleni]]
[[Fuck that, she's completely bonkers!|0021 Lockerroom]]You lean forward and, with your tongue flattened against your bottom lip, you press your mouth to her chubby cunt.
Her reaction is one of quiet surprise. But she doesn't push you away or look at you at all, instead she takes the sponge from your hand and strokes it against her neck.
You take it upon yourself to continue. After gently taking her thighs in your hands, you mash your mouth against her groin and push your tongue into her folds. She subtly spreads her legs to allow you better access.
You've never done this before but you figure you just need to keep licking at it. Maybe try to suck your lips against it. Maybe stroke your tongue across the clitoris now protruding from underneath the fleshy hood of her fat puss.
Her queues are faint, almost non-existent, but with some trial and error you find what she likes: deep, slow licks and a bit of nip on her hard clit with your lips every now and again. Her lips are pressed tight together but she's breathing heavy through her adorable button nose. The bittersweet taste of the juices her arousal fill your mouth.
You stroke her thighs softly and steadily continue your work upon her nethers. Suddenly her legs start shaking. She lets out a series of sharp sniffles. She bites her lip and closes her eyes. You can tell she's fighting very hard not to moan.
Her hand flies down and clutches your hair. She tugs your face into her quivering clam. Her whole body is trembling and cute little coughs escape her lips.
And then she's still. After a few moments, she uncurls her fingers from your hair and brings up her leg to put her foot against your shoulder. She shoves you away, sending you sprawling back on the shower floor, and then resumes washing herself as if nothing had happened.
You push yourself up on hands and knees and crawl over to her. She glares down at you and then thrusts the sponge out to you. You take it and with it you begin to clean her petite feet. You chance a quick glance upwards and catch her smiling delicately. But you quickly look away. You know she wouldn't like it if you saw that.
She shuts off the water and says, @@.kyleni;"Towel."@@
You hurry to her locker and retrieve a long towel from inside. There's a burly wolf-man in the locker room now. He's probably the most 'animal' you've seen of anyone yet. His body is covered in short, lustrous grey and black fur. He has paws for feet and claws for hands and his entire head is that of a wolf.
He gazes at you, his dark eyes drinking you in, but he spies your mousy companion in the shower and turns away.
You rush back and gently pat the mouse-like lady dry. She then steps out of the shower block and goes back to her locker, where she hands you a fresh uniform. You immediately start to dress her.
Once she's in uniform again, she brings her hand down and swings it upwards to give you a vicious backhand across the cheek. You stumble a step to the side. You press your lips together and whimper and clutch your fists at your sides.
@@.kyleni;"That is for not requesting permission to put your damned mouth on me,"@@ she says. But the way she says it makes her true meaning clear: she doesn't actually want you to ever ask for permission -- she's obviously too reserved to ever say yes -- but she does want you to accept the punishment for not doing so.
You nod and bow your head. She pulls out hankerchief and dabbles it on your freshly opened split lip.
@@.kyleni;"I won't have you with me unwillingly,"@@ she says. @@.kyleni;"Stay here, if you wish. But if you follow me, I will expect you to also follow my orders. Explicitly."@@
With that, she turns on her heel and starts out of the locker room.
[[Best follow her out.|0021 FollowKyleni]]
[[Fuck that, she's completely bonkers!|0021 Lockerroom]]You (probably wisely) decide not to follow the obviously unstable mouse-lady out of the locker room.
But now you're alone in the room with the burly wolf-man you saw previously. He's wearing a pair of knee-length leather trousers and nothing else. He stares at you with his dark eyes. His wolfish mouth opens and out flaps his long, flat tongue.
His gruff, booming voice fills the room when he says, @@.hardesh;"Ye look a mite battled, lassie."@@
Can't really argue with that. Partly because you're not sure if you're sure what it means.
You shrug.
@@.hardesh;"Aye, but you're a raw wench, aren't ye?"@@ he asks. @@.hardesh;"What say ye come along with ol' Hardesh? I o'erheard ye got no task. I'll see to it ye are put to kind work and in exchange you'll belong to me. I could make right use of a lassie like ye."@@
You stare at him for a few moments. It seems the werewolf (if you had to guess, that's what he really appears to be) wants to give you an easy job but with the caveat that you're... his. Whatever that entails. But judging by his expression, it very probably means some fuckery.
[[Sure. Why not? I'm down with werewolves. Or whatever.|0022 Hardesh]]
[[Uh... no thanks.|0022 Remain]]<<set $branded to true>>\
You stick close to the uniformed mouse-like lady as she strides down the corridor. Plenty of glances come your way but apparently you're not in peril of another gang rape since you're being escorted by some sort of officer.
You're taken to a small room with a large pig-like man sitting behind a computer at a desk. He glances up and stands when he sees your uniformed companion.
@@.kyleni;"Lieutenant Kyleni Keystar,"@@ she tells the man. @@.kyleni;"Lotus flower."@@
That must be her name: Kyleni Keystar. And she's a lieutenant, then.
@@.knob;"Yes, ma'am,"@@ he says. He retrieves a metal tube from a panel that opens in the wall and then walks behind you.
You squeal in pain and jump away as you feel a brutal burning sensation on your left ass cheek. You look over your shoulder and see that you're been branded. A detailed and very pretty lotus flower design marks the flesh of your left ass cheek, raised and red and raw. But as you look, the redness swiftly diminishes and soon the brand looks as if it were done months and months ago.
Unfortunately, the aching throb of being branded is still quite fresh.
Your new master -- for you assume this mark signifies ownership of some sort -- clutches your jaw in her hand and forces you to level your eyes with hers.
@@.kyleni;"Shall I have the other cheek imprinted as well?"@@ she inquires with a hiss. It's certainly more of a threat than a question. Apparently your reaction to taking her brand offended her.
You shake your head as best you can and lower your eyes. She releases your jaw and slaps you -- not terribly hard, thankfully -- and then beckons you to follow her once again.
[[Follow the leader!|0022 FollowKyleni]]Once again you're following closely behind her -- Kyleni, your owner -- as she struts down the corridor. But now you're fighting the almost overwhelming desire to rub your inflamed bottom.
Soon the two of you reach what you assume is her quarters. It's a surprisingly large space. There's a huge bed with the headboard against the far wall but the only other thing you see in the room is a... well, a jail. It's a cage of thin bars that encloses one corner of the room.
The cage holds three bunny-boys, all fit and handsome and similar in appearance. They could very well be brothers. The stand and grip the bars in their hands, staring at you as Kyleni guides you over to them.
She opens the cage door and unceremoniously shoves you inside.
@@.kyleni;"Enjoy,"@@ she says, slamming the cage door shut. Then she strides right back out of the room.
You're not sure if she was talking to you or them...
The bunny-boys are on you in an instant. You're flipped around and jammed against the side of the cage before you know what hit you. You gasp as one of them thrusts his hard prick right up your ass, causing you to stand on tip-toes and wrap the bars in your arms for support. He immediately starts slamming your ass with vigorous hip-thrusts. You whimper through gritted teeth as he callously has his way with you.
You already start to feel the mini-orgasms bubbling within you again. Each push of his rigid cock into your guts seems to burst one of these bubbles, dispersing a delicious pain throughout your body.
You're starting to really like this. Or maybe you always liked it.
His penis paints your bowels with his warm seed in just minutes.
And you know what happens next.
[[Next!|0023 NextBunny]]Another bunny-boy quickly assumes his place, stuffing his dick into your rear posthaste. He grabs your hair in his fist and wrenches your head back, making your body clench up on his cock. He doesn't even seem to care that he's plunging his pecker into already goo-filled guts. In fact, it seems he's quite excited to add his own batter to the mix.
As he roughly fucks you with his fingers digging into your shoulders, you feel an orgasm slam into you. You groan and your puny prick slings semen through the bars and onto the floor outside. The bunny-boy behind you laughs at this and rams your ass even more frantically.
A warmth fills you as he unloads inside of you. He barely has time to slip his dick out of you before the third bunny-boy crams his fat cock through your abused o-ring. Maybe it was because he had to wait, but this guy seems furious. He slams you into the bars over and over again, grunting noisily as he apparently works to completely destroy your asshole. Vicious thrust after vicious thrust jostles you against the cage. You can't even hold on anymore, you're just slumped against the bars as he uses your motionless body as a raggedy fucktoy.
With a loud groan and a stinging swat across your ass right on your new branding mark, he finally finishes, creaming your guts with yet another load of bunny-boy cum. After he's done draining his balls inside you, he shoves you off him to fall into a heap on the floor. You feel hot spunk oozing out of your throbbing asshole. You try to catch your breath, pressing your forehead against the cool metal of the cage bars.
But it seems a bit of rest is too much to ask. You're pulled to your knees and once again your cum-laden fuck-tunnel is jammed full of bunny-boy cock. Another bunny-boy situates himself by your head and forces your mouth onto his renewed erection, his shaft still gooped with jizz. Once again you find yourself forcefully fucked at both ends.
After some minutes, you get off again, your balls clinching and your shaft sputtering your useless spooge onto the floor of the cage. But the orgasm is ragged and nasty-feeling and leaves you delightfully unsatisfied. You feel dirty and slutty and desperate for another one.
Once the bunny-boys have had their second go at you, one dousing your bowels with jizz again and the other two pumping their seed into your stomach, they seem sated. For the moment.
You're left gurgling on the ground, wondering just how much more of this you can take.
[[Zzz!|0024 Naptime]]You hear a thumping sound. You hadn't realized you'd fallen asleep. Or rather, just passed the fuck out.
Kyleni approaches the cage, her shiny black boots landing with distinct thuds even on the carpeted bedroom floor.
She opens the cage and says, @@.kyleni;"Up."@@
You glance up to see if she's talking to you. She is. Gritting your teeth, you push yourself to your feet. A slimy drool of congealed cum slithers down your leg.
@@.kyleni;"Shower,"@@ she says, pointing to a door that opens in the wall revealing a bathroom.
You nod and waddle across the carpet, trying not to let anything drip on it. When you get to the shower, the spray is already on, so you get under it to wash yourself. Unfortunately, cum tends to get gummy and clingy on skin when water is applied, so it takes you a long while to feel like you're clean again.
Kyleni enters the bathroom, naked, and steps under the spray in front of you. She stands, waiting, and you quickly realize you're to bathe her again. You grab a sponge from the shower shelf and start to clean her.
You soon find yourself kneeling in front of her as you caress her hips and thighs with the sponge, your face just inches from her chubby cunt. You consider getting your mouth on it... but she slaps you away with a quick backhand.
She's apparently not in the mood for that right now.
Once the two of you are done showering and you have dried both her and yourself off, she leads you back into the bedroom. You notice that somehow a new wall has appeared, hiding the cage from view.
@@.kyleni;"Lie down,"@@ she orders. So you do. @@.kyleni;"On your stomach,"@@ she clarifies, glaring at you. So you turn over.
Kyleni straddles your back and reaches under the headboard above you. You hear the jangle of chains. She cuffs your wrists, one at a time, so that your arms are stretched above your head. Then you feel her slide down your body and hop off the bed. The sound of jangling chains fills the room and soon your ankles as cuffed as well, leaving you with your legs spread open about shoulder-width apart.
The lights in the room dim to near darkness.
[[Oh shit...|0025 OhShit]]The mousy lady strides over to a panel that opens in her wall and takes out what looks like a couple tangled belts. But you get a good look at the apparatus when she walks back over to you: it's a strap-on dildo. And it's rather large.
She grabs your hair and pulls your ear to her mouth.
@@.kyleni;"Do NOT make a mess in my bed,"@@ she hisses, @@.kyleni;"or you will be punished."@@
She walks behind you and you hear what can only be her strapping on the dildo. The sounds of clicking buckles and leather tightening stops and the bed bounces as she crawls up on it. Her hands grope your ass, spreading your cheeks, and then she forces her faux-cock inside you with serious determination.
You press your face against the bed and whimper, your whole body trembling, as she sinks the thick fake dick deep inside your ass. The chains holding you to the bed jangle as your body tenses, trying to resist the forceful invasion of your bowels.
She lies down on top of you with her legs over your sides and starts slowly pumping her pretend penis in and out of your ass.
You're taken by suprise when you feel her lips kiss the back of your neck. Her hands stroke along your sides. Her hard nipples rub on your back.
@@.kyleni;"Take my cock, baby,"@@ she whispers, licking your ear. @@.kyleni;"Take it all for daddy."@@
Okay. So she obviously has issues.
Her thrusts become more vigorous. It starts to feel good. And that scares you a little. Because if you get off and make a mess in her sheets, no telling what this crazy chick is going to do to you.
@@.kyleni;"That's a good girl,"@@ she says softly, running her down your arms and shoulders. You whimper as a mini-orgasm explodes within you. @@.kyleni;"Shh,"@@ she warns, stroking your hair, @@.kyleni;"we don't want anyone waking up, sweetie. This is our daddy-daughter time, remember?"@@
Whoa. Okay so she's really, really messed up.
Now she's truly fucking you, her groin bouncing off your ass as she skillfully gyrates her hips. Slap! Slap! Slap! Her rubbery dick smashes bliss into your bowels with every thrust. But all you can think is: don't cum, don't cum, don't cum!
But of course you do. With a girly groan and a jingle of chains, your smooth sac draws up against your groin and your nubby erection twitches as it percolates a puddle of hot, sticky spunk underneath you.
She violently shoves her imitation prick as far as it will go into your bowels as you unload in her sheets and whispers in your ear, @@.kyleni;"Aww, did you make a mess, honey? That's okay, baby. That just means you love daddy so very, very much."@@
She strokes your hair for several minutes, leaving the gut-bursting dildo hilted in your ass the whole time. You start to squirm in discomfort and she sighs and kisses your neck.
@@.kyleni;"Aww, have you had enough of daddy-daughter time tonight, sweetheart?"@@
[[YES PLZ|0026 Enough]]@@.self;"Hrrrmmm,"@@ you whine, trying your best to nod.
@@.kyleni;"Okay, baby."@@
Kyleni jerks the dildo out of your ass, taking your breath with it, and bounces off the bed. She stows the apparatus back into the wall panel and then steps up to the bed and grabs a fistful of your hair again.
@@.kyleni;"You have made a mess in my bed,"@@ she says, her voice stern and serious again, @@.kyleni;"after I explictly instructed you not to do so. Now you will lie in your own mess for the night and promptly launder my bedsheets in the morning. Do you understand me?"@@
You nod and she releases your hair. She climbs into the bed beside you and the lights in the room go out.
It's going to difficult sleeping in this position, especially with the puddle of gummy jizz beneath you. But you close your eyes and try to rest your head.
You're surprised when you feel Kyleni place her hand on your back and slip one of her legs over your own as she cuddles you from the side.
@@.kyleni;"Goodnight, honey,"@@ she whispers.
She is one really weird mouse lady.
[[Zzz!|0027 Naptime]]You awake to find that you're not bound any longer. You sit up in the bed and look around. Kyleni, your super-freak butt-fucking lover with serious daddy-daughter issues, is nowhere to be seen. The bunny-boy cage is in view again as the wall blocking it must have shifted or lifted or sunk away. And the bunny-boys are staring at you, pumping their dicks.
You roll your eyes and slide out of bed. The sheets and your groin and stomach are all crusty with your spent semen. You quickly gather the sheets into a bundle in your arms but then realize you have no idea how to do laundry here.
One of the bunny-boys seems to pick up on your confusion.
@@.knob;"Suck my cock,"@@ he says, grinning. @@.knob;"Suck my cock and I'll tell you how to do the laundry."@@
@@.knob;"No, suck my cock!"@@ another one of them says. @@.knob;"I'll tell you how to do it!"@@
@@.knob;"No, me! I'll tell you! Suck MY cock!"@@
The bunny-boys jostle each other in the cage but then the one in the middle waves for his hands for them to settle down.
@@.knob;"Suck ALL our cocks, and then we'll ALL tell you how to do it,"@@ he says.
The others bob their heads in agreement. @@.knob;"Yeah. Yeah."@@
You look at the bundle of crusty sheets in your arms and back to the grinning, junk-jerking bunny-boys.
[[Gotta give a little to get a little, I guess. Time to pucker up!|0028 BunnySuck]]
[[Fuck that, I'll figure out the laundry without the rape-rabbits help.|0028 BunnyNope]]<<set $bunnysgone to true>>\
No way are you going to suck off those bastard bunny-boys just for info on how to do some damn laundry. It can't be that complicated -- you're on a starship, after all!
You look around the look for a couple minutes, touching the walls in an attempt to get the panels to open up. But nothing happens -- except that the bunny-boys keep laughing and making fun of you.
Then the doorway to the bathroom opens up and Kyleni steps out. She smiles at you.
@@.kyleni;"There's my sweet girl,"@@ she says. She offers a hand down and helps you to your feet. @@.kyleni;"Have a quick shower and then we're off to the laundry. Okay, sweetie?"@@
You nod again. You go to the bathroom and find that the shower turns on automatically for you. After a quick clean-up, you grab a towel and dry yourself. You hang up the towel and go back into the bedroom. You see that the bunny-boy cage is hidden away again.
Kyleni hands you her bundled bedsheets and strokes your cheek.
@@.kyleni;"Sweetheart, the bunnies want to leave and I think it's best they do, okay? We don't need those silly things. We have each other."@@
You nod and she smiles.
@@.kyleni;"Now let's do your chores, okay baby?"@@
[[I bob my head, up and down, to signify a "Yes."|0031 Laundry]]With a sigh, you head over to the cage and set the sheets aside as you kneel down in front of the first bunny-boy. He snatches your hair and pulls your face into the bars and shoves his dick right past your lips and into your throat. He begins face-fucking you, making your head bob against him with a fistful of your hair.
So that's how this is going to go.
You grip the bars in your hands and try to endure as his cock punches down your throat. You gag and sputter and suck in gasping wet breaths around the bunny-boy's hard prick.
He gets off quickly, filling your mouth and gullet with his hot creamy cum. Then suddenly he releases you, smearing jizz across your cheek, and steps back away from the bars. The other bunny-boys step back as well.
You look over your shoulder to see Kyleni approaching. She's wearing her uniform and brushing out her hair. And scowling at you.
She stops next to you, glaring down.
@@.kyleni;"Shall I throw you in with these insatiable sodomites for the day?"@@ she asks, her lip curling in anger or disgust -- or probably both.
You swallow and look up to meet her eyes.
[[No way, those fuckers will probably butt-fuck me to death!|0029 NoPlease]]You shake your head slowly and reach up to wipe your mouth off with the back of your hand.
She stares down at you for several long moments. A range of quick, conflicting emotions passes over her face. Then her hand reaches down and she gently strokes your hair.
@@.kyleni;"You just wanted to take care of the bunnies, didn't you, baby?"@@ she asks softly.
Seeing as your only other option appears to be at least a day-long gang-rape, you nod.
@@.kyleni;"Aww. You ARE daddy's sweet little girl,"@@ she says, caressing your cheek. @@.kyleni;"Okay, honey. Take care of the bunnies and then we'll do laundry. Okay?"@@
You nod again. Your 'daddy' turns and walks back the bathroom, resuming her hair brushing.
The second bunny-boy steps up, a little timidly, but as soon as you lean towards the bars he grabs your hair and it's a face-fuck all over again. Your throat is rhythmically glutted with his beefy prick as he jams his hips against your face through the bars.
@@.knob;"That bitch is super crazy,"@@ he says casually to the next bunny-boy in line as he continues to mouth-rape you.
@@.knob;"Yeah, she's twisted as fnarck,"@@ agrees the other bunny-boy.
@@.knob;"Now that she's got this new girl maybe she'll approve our transfers?"@@
@@.knob;"Shit, I hope so. I'd rather work Junk Hall than take that big damn dildo in my ass ever again."@@
@@.knob;"True that, bro,"@@ the bunny-bro fucking your face says, fist-bumping his friend.
A few moments later he crams your face into his groin and spills his seed down your gullet. Your mouth pops off his cock with a sloppy wet sound and the next bunny-boy's rigid pecker takes it's place in your throat.
[[Next!|0030 Next]]He grunts with each thrust, his hips rocking back and forth rapidly, heedless of your attempts to catch a single breath. You grip the bars and whimper desperately as snot bubbles out of your nose and copious saliva and cum drools from your lips. <b>!BFF!</b> <b>!BFF!</b> <b>!BFF!</b> goes his furry groin against your face, his cock gorging in your throat.
@@.knob;"Huhhhah!"@@ he grunts, yanking you against the cage and crushing his crotch in your face at the moment he releases a deluge of hot jizz from his trembling balls.
Your head wangs off the bars and you fall back on your ass, spunk spewing from your coughing mouth. You suck in a few cum-choked breaths and try to calm yourself. You reach up and feel where your face smashed against the cage, right at your eyebrow, and when you take your fingers away you see a generous smear of blood on them.
@@.knob;"Fnark,"@@ the bunny-boy who bounced you off the bars says. @@.knob;"I hurt her."@@
@@.knob;"Shit, bro, you might be totally fucked."@@
You hear Kyleni's boots on the carpet as she approachs from behind. She places her hand on your hair and grazes her fingernails over your scalp as she strokes your hair.
@@.knob;"All done taking care of the bunnies, baby?"@@ she asks.
You look up at her, feeling the blood dripping down your face from the gash over your eyebrow. She only smiles down at you, apparently unconcerned with your injury.
You slowly nod.
@@.knob;"That's my sweet girl,"@@ she says. She offers a hand down and helps you to your feet. @@.knob;"Have a quick shower and then we're off to the laundry. Okay, sweetie?"@@
You nod again. You go to the bathroom and find that the shower turns on automatically for you. After a quick clean-up, you grab a towel and dry yourself. You hang up the towel and go back into the bedroom. You see that the bunny-boy cage is hidden away again.
Kyleni hands you her bundled bedsheets and strokes your cheek.
@@.knob;"Sweetheart, the bunnies want to leave but my little girl always gets what she wants, so I'm making them stay. It's a big responsibility for you, sweetheart, because they need a lot of care. I know how much you like to play with them but they might be a bit more rambunctious during playtime, okay? But I trust you can handle them, honey."@@
You swallow and nod and she smiles.
@@.knob;"Now let's do your chores, okay baby?"@@
[[Oh god, nod again.|0031 Laundry]]You shake your head. You're happy being Kyleni's... well, whatever. Lover? Let's go with lover. And she's just started treating you better! Or worse. But that's kind of how you like it. Life here is pretty good, actually.
@@.kash;"That right?"@@ Kash looks surprised but she quickly grins. @@.kash;"Well, Hell! I did it! I win!"@@
She dances in a circle, waving her wand in the air.
@@.kash;"WooOOOooo!"@@
You clap your hand over your mouth to keep from snorting.
@@.kash;"Right, well... that's real keen, mate! I'm happy you're happy! So, is there anything I can do for you before I pop off for good?"@@
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0033 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0033 GoGirl]]
[[What about my voice?|0033 MyVoice]]Kyleni strides from the room and you follow her, arms full of crusty bedsheets. After a short walk down the corridor, she turns into a room that is quite obviously a laundry room. Despite how advanced the ship seems, this place looks like it belongs in a cheap apartment complex. The lighting is dim. The machines look old and dingy. One of the washers is banging around with an unbalanced load.
She leads you to a washing machine and helps you stuff in the sheets. Then she shows you where to get the soap and the two of you start the washer. She pats the top of it and after a moment you get the hint. You hop up on the washer and sit down.
@@.kyleni;"There you go, sweetie,"@@ she says with a wink. @@.kyleni;"Daddy knows you like the naughty feeling you get when the spin cycle starts."@@
She leans into you and kisses down your neck. Your feel her teeth graze your shoulder and then you suddenly feel her bite down. You let out a whimper and try to pull away.
@@.kyleni;"Oops,"@@ she says, licking her lips. @@.kyleni;"Daddy got carried away and left a little love bite."@@
You glance at your shoulder and see blood swelling in the mark her teeth made. At least it's not very deep or particularly painful.
@@.kyleni;"Okay, honey, daddy has to go to work. You stay here and tend the laundry."@@
You nod. She abruptly backhands you across the face but catches you before you tumble from the washer. You look to her, eyes welling with tears.
@@.kyleni;"We can't let your beautiful bruises fade away, can we? People will think your daddy's not treating you right."@@
You swallow and nod at the mouse-like lunatic lady now caressing your stinging cheek.
@@.kyleni;"Now don't talk to strangers, okay?"@@
You nod again. Not that you could talk to anyone anyway.
@@.kyleni;"I mean it, baby. No matter how hard they fuck you,"@@ she says with an eerily sweet smile. @@.kyleni;"See you soon, sweetheart."@@
With that, she turns and strides out of the laundry room.
You suddenly hear @@.kash;"Wow!"@@ right next to you. You turn to see Kash, your ever-naked hot-bodied fuck-fairy, standing by the washer you're sitting on. She's wide-eyed and grinning.
@@.kash;"Just how'd you manage to find the biggest nutter in this entire universe so fast?"@@ Kash asks you.
You sigh and shake your head. No idea.
@@.kash;"That mad minge has more screws loose than this janky ship,"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"And it's pretty clear twas her da that knocked 'em loose, innit? Poor crazy cunt! Well, you don't need to deal with her odd arse any longer. Let's jet! I'll show you were I found them in the engine room."@@
[[Actually, weirdly enough, I'm happy where I am now.|0032 StayKyleni]]
[[Yes, please, let's get outta this wacky place!|0032 Engineroom]]You're not going to stay here any longer. It's been fun, but it's been weird.
@@.kash;"Good choice,"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"Any more fun and you're gonna end up a right dead pile of mush and bones. We can get a power source, easy-peasy! C'mon!"@@
You nod and hop down from the washer to follow Kash. Instead of going out to the corridor -- where you'd likely find yourself at the brutal pleasure of a score of beastly men and women -- she guides you around to the back of the dryers where you find a small door that opens to a narrow passageway.
@@.kash;"These are all over the ship,"@@ she explains. @@.kash;"The people who DON'T want to be rape-bait use these, you nutter."@@
You frown at her. You didn't know there were other passageways!
You open the door and peer down the slim hallway. It's dark but empty. Kash struts inside and starts down the passageway. You hurry after her.
After a minute or so, she turns to the left and you suddenly find yourself in what must be an engine room on the starship.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
@@.kash;"Those are what we need, mate!"@@ Kash says, appearing next to you.
You look at one of the vacuum tubes. It doesn't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck it right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can find to use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube.|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around the engine room.|0032 GoodEnd]]You shake your head. This is you now and Kyleni obviously likes you this way.
"Aww! Look at you, already enjoying all the physical and psychological abuse that crazy cunt can provide! Good for you, mate. We all have our place in the world, right? But I'll do something for you after all. A touch more durability and... elasticity. Gettin' smashed is a blast, I do agree, but broken bones are just no fun at all!"
Kash whomps you upside the head with her wand. You feel woozy for a moment, but it quickly passes. You look down at yourself but see no changes. You're still the bruised-up petite girly-boi you've always been. Well, not always. But it sure feels that way!
<<display "END - KYLENI'S LITTLE GIRL">>\You think about being a real woman, tits and puss and all.
@@.kash;"Oh,"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"Wellllll... it's not exactly allowed... but I suppose I could use some power from another case I'm working on to help you out. I mean, sure, why not? You're not going to tell anyone!" she says, laughing. "Sorry. Inconsiderate! But yeah, totally. What kinda crumpet you wanna be, babe? You just want a cunt? Or do you want some tits, too? Or do you want, like, a lot of everything?"@@
Wow, she can really do that?
@@.kash;"Yep! So what'll it be?"@@
[[Just as I am but with a vagina instead of cock and balls.|0034 Petite]]
[[Make me a hottie with nice tits and a round ass and a sweet puss.|0035 Hottie]]
[[Max me out, boobies and booty and a fat, juicy pussy!|0035 Buxom]]<<display "SUB - MY VOICE">>\
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0033 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0033 GoGirl]]@@.kash;"Jolly good now, you little victimized vixen, you! Now I must pop off. Have a good life and all that rot!"@@
With a <b>!POOF!</b> of wispy blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
And moments later, in stride three towering monsters: a pretty but vicious-looking seven foot shark-like woman with an impressive erection straining against her trousers, an even taller wolf-like man with a foot-long tongue hanging out of his mouth, and a shorter six-foot orangutan-looking fellow whose knuckles -- and penis -- actually drag on the ground.
These must be the 'strangers' Kyleni mentioned...
The orangutan-like man yanks you from atop the washer before you even know what's happened. You land on your side, the breath knocked out of you, and you're flopped over on to your stomach as he drags you towards the others by your ankle.
You squeal when your arm is wretched behind your back. Your hips are roughly grabbed and pulled upward, bringing your ass in the air.
It's a rowdy fucking jizz-fest from there. When all three of them are quite spent, they still make an effort to continue. Even the shark-like lady shoves her ropey half-hard cock in your mouth trying to get off for the fourth time -- which she eventually does.
When they do finally take their leave, you're left curled up in an inch-deep pool of congealing cum, breathing hard and sporting an array of new bumps and bruises. You got off three times, yourself, with the last one being such a soul-draining orgasm that you just flopped about in delirious ecstasy until they were quite done with you.
Sometime later, you hear boots on the floor. Kyleni walks right by you. She takes the sheets out of the washer and puts them in the dryer. Then she turns around and steps up to you.
<<if $bunnysgone neq true>>\
@@.kyleni;"Oh honey, what a mess!"@@ she chides. @@.kyleni;"Let's get you cleaned up and you can have a nap with daddy before you have to take care of the bunnies."@@
<<else>>\
@@.kyleni;"Oh honey, what a mess!"@@ she chides. @@.kyleni;"Let's get you cleaned up and you can have an afternoon nap with daddy."@@
<<endif>>\
She offers a hand down and pulls you to your feet. Kyleni puts her hand on your cheek and smears a gob of cum across your lips and pushes it into your mouth with her thumb. You gently suck her thumb, swallowing the dollop of jizm, and she grins.
@@.kyleni;"Such a good girl,"@@ she says. @@.kyleni;"Daddy doesn't deserve you, does he? But daddy's going to show you just how very much he loves you."@@
She takes your hand and leads you to her bedroom to do just that.
@@.notice;THE END: KYLENI'S LITTLE GIRL@@<<display "SUB - GO PETITE">>\
Oh, yeah! Daddy's gonna want to get her dick in this sweet cunny for sure!
<<display "END - KYLENI'S LITTLE GIRL">>\<<display "SUB - GO HOTTIE">>\
Oh, yeah! Daddy's gonna want to get her dick in your sweet cunny for sure!
<<display "END - KYLENI'S LITTLE GIRL">>\<<display "SUB - GO BUXOM">>\
Oh, yeah! Daddy's gonna want to get her dick in this sweet cunny for sure!
<<display "END - KYLENI'S LITTLE GIRL">>\You shrug and clutch the blue glowing vacuum tube in the machine and yank it free.
<b>!WOOBWOOBWoobwoooooobbb!</b> goes the ship around you. The lights on the consoles blink. A <b>!WINGWANGWINGWANG!</b> alarm starts to sound.
@@.kash;"Oi, let's split!"@@ Kash shouts, <b>!POOF!</b>ing into existence beside you. @@.kash;"Put it up to my wand!"@@
You hold the glowing tube up next to Kash's purple-hearted wand and watch as the glow quickly diminishes to nothing. The tube is dark and empty now. You toss it aside.
@@.kash;"We're outta here!"@@
And with a <b>!POP!</b> you are, indeed, outta there.
[[Somewhere else?|0200 Otherwhere]]You find yourself walking on air. Well, space, really. There's only stars and nothingness around you. You can feel some sort of floor beneath your feet, but it's not really there.
You feel woozy. And not just a bit naseauated.
@@.kash;"Okay!"@@ you hear Kash say.
You turn your head towards the direction of the sound and the whole universe seems to shift around you. Kash's voice is walking beside you, if that makes any sense.
Bleh!
But you don't actually puke. Probably because apparently you don't have a body right now.
@@.self;"Where are we?"@@ you ask. Whoa, you can talk again!
@@.kash;"Limboville, baby!"@@
@@.self;"Where's that?"@@
@@.kash;"The in-between! Just think of it like the jam betwixt your toes. Or like the piece of popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth. Got it?"@@
@@.self;"Not... really. Why aren't we home?"@@
@@.kash;"To some things this IS home. Poor buggers. But for us, it's going to take another hop or two to get you back to where you belong. No worries, no biggie. Just pop here, pop there, and have you back in time for tea and biscuits."@@
@@.self;"So we have to go somewhere else first?"@@
@@.kash;"Yep. That's the ticket. Scouting for the next hop now, I am. There's a fair few about, but I want us to have some more fun!"@@
@@.self;"Can't we just take the shortest path?"@@
@@.kash;"Eww, no!"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"We'd have to go through that one where everyone talks with farts. And I'm not doing that again, mate. Oi, here's a good one! Looks like it's 'back to school' time for you, baby!"@@
@@.self;"Back to school?"@@
@@.kash;"Right-o! Going to be loads of fun, innit?"@@ she says, giggling. @@.kash;"So we got enough power here to metamorphose your twig and berries into a proper cunny, if you're interested. Wanna keep your boyos or get yourself a girl-slit?"@@
[[No, I want to stay a boy. Or, you know, a girly boy, anyway.|0201 Boi]]
[[Yes, girl me up! Girl. Me. The. Fuck. Up!|0201 Girl]]<<set $savedspirateship to true>>\
There has to be a better way. No telling what will happen if you just yank a power supply from a... whatever mobobber.
@@.kash;"Oi, what are you doing, mate?"@@ Kash asks as you start to look around the room.
You notice cabinets underneath some counters and you pull them open. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
@@.kash;"You're wasting time, you noddy dip. Let's jet already."@@
More cabinets. You bang them open frantically. More nothing.
@@.kyleni;"Sweetheart, what are you doing?"@@ Kyleni asks from the engine room entryway, hands on her hips and frowning.
You stare at her, eyes wide, completely caught off guard.
@@.kyleni;"You know my brand has a tracking beacon in it, don't you?"@@ she asks, stepping closer to you. @@.kyleni;"Why did you leave the laundry room, honey? You had your daddy worried."@@
Kash stands next to you, circling her finger by her ear to signify 'holy raisin waffles this bitch is a real bloody loon.'
You swallow, screw up your courage, and point to one of the glowing tubes attached to the large machines in the room.
She glances at the machine and then back to you.
@@.kyleni;"A power conduit?"@@
You nod.
@@.kyleni;"But darling, why do you need a power conduit?"@@
You press your lips together and raise your hands, palms up. You obviously can't say.
Your crazy mouse-lady lover gazes at you for a long while. Then she strides over to a safe in the corner of the room that you didn't see, spins the wheel on the safe this way and that a few times, and opens it up. She takes out a glowing tube and closes the safe. Then she steps over to you and holds the power conduit out for you to take.
@@.kyleni;"Anything for my sweet little girl,"@@ she says with a sad smile.
@@.kash;"Oi, put it up to my wand!"@@ Kash says, holding out her wand to you.
You lean forward and press your lips to Kyleni's mouth, giving her a brief farewell kiss.
Then you hold up the power supply to Kash's wand and with a <b>!POP!</b> you're gone.
[[Somewhere else?|0200 Otherwhere]]You start drawing the letters of your name in the air but he stops you on the second letter and says, @@.cook;"QT. Okay."@@
You stare at him. You weren't trying to sign neither a 'Q' nor a 'T'.
@@.cook;"You got tongue?"@@
For a second you're unsure of how to respond. Then you realize that he might think you don't have a tongue since you can't speak. So you stick it out of your mouth at him.
@@.cook;"Huh,"@@ he says yet again. @@.cook;"You help!"@@
He jabs his cleaver towards an apron hanging on a hook nearby. You walk over, pluck it off the hook, and put it on. It's long on you and goes all the way to your ankles, but of course being an apron only provides coverage to your front.
Some kind of dog-thing scampers into the kitchen. It's about the size of a German shepard but with the head of a seal and covered in the mottled grey fur of a wolf. It's paws are big and bear-like and it's slimy tongue, dangling out of his mouth a good eight inches, wouldn't make sense in any animal outside of a giant frog.
The cook tosses it a hunk of bloody meat. It takes it's treat into a corner of the room, underneath the countertops, and settles in.
The pig-man waves you over to his side and you dutifully take up the position. Now that you've declared yourself a swab, whatever that is, you figure you ought to play the role.
He puts down his cleaver and picks up another knife, this one long and sharp. With surprising deftness, he slices open what appears to be an orange although it is green outside and purple inside. He portions off a small wedge of the strange fruit and dips it into a bowl of pinkish foam. Then he abruptly pushes the piece of fruit into your mouth with his thick fingers.
The fruit is bitter but tasty and the dip, whatever it is, has a sweet compliment to it.
@@.cook;"Is good, QT?"@@ he asks.
You nod, smiling.
@@.cook;"Good."@@
The pig-like chef continues to have you try various things. Most are delicious but you notify him when something tastes off or gross. He seems quite pleased to have your help. He pats your head and back frequently and even rubs your shoulder now and then. His hands are rough, but his touch is gentle.
@@.cook;"One more taste,"@@ he finally says, grinning. Which is a relief, since your stomach is starting to feel full.
To your surprise, he relieves you of your apron by untying the back strings and pulling it over your head. He takes off his apron as well and tosses them both on the counter. Then he shoves down the front of his trousers, releasing a veiny half-hard cock as thick as your wrist. Despite his pig-like attributes, his penis looks completely human -- though definitely larger than average. He grabs a bottle from the countertop and pours a liberal amount of syrupy fluid over his groin.
You look up at him and he smiles down at you.
@@.cook;"You taste?"@@
[[Okay. Sure. I guess I'm going to taste a dick.|0014 Taste]]
[[Uh... no. Nope. Is he serious? Nope. No way.|0015 Decline]]<<if $chillmode eq true>>\
<<set $pigdna to true>>\
Maybe it's the 'calming charm' numbing your objections, but you obediently sink to your knees in front of him. He continues to smile down at you as you take his bulging dick in your dainty hands.
<<else>>\
With a shrug but you obediently sink to your knees in front of him. He continues to smile down at you as you take his bulging dick in your dainty hands.
<<endif>>\
You reach out your tongue and give his bulbous cockhead a lick. Whatever the liquid is that he poured on himself, you have to admit it's decidedly delicious. After another lick, and a smack of your lips, you lean forward and engulf his spaded tip in your mouth.
@@.cook;"Huh,"@@ he says, grinning.
You've never sucked a dick before, of course, but if they were all as tasty as this one, you might be inclined to make a habit out of it.
The pig-man cradles the back of your head in his hand and urges you forward, pressing his thick dick into your mouth until it taps the back of your throat. You gag and snort and clap your hands on his sturdy thighs.
This only seems to embolden him. He presses your head into him and you feel his now rock-hard rod slip into your throat. Your eyes start spilling tears and your whole body trembles, begging for a breath.
He shifts back, the bulky veins of his shaft sliding across your tongue, and you're able to huff in a wet lungful of air. Then, slowly but steadily, he forces his cock back into your throat.
The face-fuck goes on for several minutes. You're shaking from head to toe, feeling exhausted and on the verge of passing out, and your undersized pecker is aching for release. You can't fondle yourself because you have to brace your hands against his legs for fear of being choked out.
@@.cook;"Huh,"@@ he suddenly grunts.
You feel a hot, slimy fluid coat your mouth and spill down your throat as he holds your face to his groin. After pumping his hips against you several times, he finally releases you. Your mouth slides off his cock with a wet pop and you collapse down onto your hands and knees, heaving in heavy breaths. Saliva and semen drool from your blubbering lips and puddle on the floor below you.
@@.cook;"Good,"@@ he says, patting your head.
Strangely enough, you do feel good. In fact, you feel peculiarly proud of yourself. You only wished you would have gotten off as well.
[[A little rest is in order.|0015 Break]]You shake your head and the cook frowns, but refastens his trousers without even bothering to clean up the mess he poured onto his groin.
@@.cook;"You taste,"@@ he says. @@.cook;"You taste soon."@@
He grabs your arm and hauls you behind him as he makes his way out of the kitchen and into a wide hallway. You can't do much besides try to keep up with him as he pulls you along.
You wonder why he's being so rough with you all of the sudden but you begin to understand when you see other people in the corridor. There are a variety of monster men stomping to and fro going about their duties: shark-looking men, tiger-looking men, just big ugly ass men, and a seemingly infinite variety more. Most of them stare hungrily upon you as the cook pulls you down the hallway. If the pig-man didn't appear to have control -- and perhaps ownership -- of you, you're pretty sure you'd be reduced to nothing but a piece of battered fuckmeat by now.
Finally, he drags you into a room and swings you forward, causing you to tumble down to your hands and knees on the ground.
@@.cook;"Promote!"@@ he shouts.
You look up to see a tall, slender woman standing at one of the three consoles in the room. She's wearing some sort of fancy military uniform, black and blue, and it's obviously custom-fitted to her slim, althletic figure. Like the others you have seen aboard this ship, she is apparently not all human. She has very distinctive cat-like qualities that include large eyes, a smallish nose, and fluffy cat ears on the top of her head poking out of her well-styled, shoulder length auburn hair.
She looks annoyed at being disturbed. Her gaze flits between you and the cook.
@@.leema;"Why?"@@ she demands, her voice stern.
@@.cook;"I never do petition! My first petition. I owed it!"@@
Her curvy lips curl into a frown and she asks, @@.leema;"What rank?"@@
@@.cook;"She swab! Make higher. Make cook mate."@@
@@.leema;"I can promote her to cabin boy."@@
@@.cook;"No! Cook mate. Work with me."@@
@@.leema;"I will not promote her from a lowly swab to a mate. That's an absurd request. But I will promote her to cabin boy and assign her to the galley to work with you."@@
@@.cook;"Work with me. Yes!"@@
@@.leema;"Yes. But I will not take another petition from you for four years. You understand? This is a big request."@@
@@.cook;"Huh,"@@ the cook grunts, rubbing his chin. @@.cook;"Okay. Good. She worth big request."@@
@@.leema;"What's her name?"@@
@@.cook;"QT her name."@@
@@.leema;"Cutie? Are you sure?"@@
The pigman nods.
@@.leema;"Fine. Leave her here so I can go over the details. She will report to you for work tomorrow."@@
@@.cook;"Good!"@@
With that, the pigman cook turns and stomps away.
@@.leema;"Get up,"@@ the woman orders.
[[Get up.|0016 Stand]]After a minute, the chef pulls you to your feet by your arm and hauls you behind him as he makes his way out of the kitchen and into a wide hallway. You can't do much besides try to keep up with him as he pulls you along.
You wonder why he's being so rough with you all of the sudden but you begin to understand when you see other people in the corridor. There are a variety of monster men stomping to and fro going about their duties: shark-looking men, tiger-looking men, just big ugly ass men, and a seemingly infinite variety more. Most of them stare hungrily upon you as the cook pulls you down the hallway. If the pig-man didn't appear to have control -- and perhaps ownership -- of you, you're pretty sure you'd be reduced to nothing but a piece of battered fuckmeat by now.
Finally, he drags you into a room and swings you forward, causing you to tumble down to your hands and knees on the ground.
@@.cook;"Promote!"@@ he shouts.
You look up to see a tall, slender woman standing at one of the three consoles in the room. She's wearing some sort of fancy military uniform, black and blue, and it's obviously custom-fitted to her slim, althletic figure. Like the others you have seen aboard this ship, she is apparently not all human. She has very distinctive cat-like qualities that include large eyes, a smallish nose, and fluffy cat ears on the top of her head poking out of her well-styled, shoulder length auburn hair.
She looks annoyed at being disturbed. Her gaze flits between you and the cook.
@@.leema;"Why?"@@ she demands, her voice stern.
@@.cook;"I never do petition! My first petition. I owed it!"@@
Her curvy lips curl into a frown and she asks, @@.leema;"What rank?"@@
@@.cook;"She swab! Make higher. Make cook mate."@@
@@.leema;"I can promote her to cabin boy."@@
@@.cook;"No! Cook mate. Work with me."@@
@@.leema;"I will not promote her from a lowly swab to a mate. That's an absurd request. But I will promote her to cabin boy and assign her to the galley to work with you."@@
@@.cook;"Work with me. Yes!"@@
@@.leema;"Yes. But I will not take another petition from you for four years. You understand? This is a big request."@@
@@.cook;"Huh,"@@ the cook grunts, rubbing his chin. @@.cook;"Okay. Good. She worth big request."@@
@@.leema;"What's her name?"@@
@@.cook;"QT her name."@@
@@.leema;"Cutie? Are you sure?"@@
The pigman nods.
@@.leema;"Fine. Leave her here so I can go over the details. She will report to you for work tomorrow."@@
@@.cook;"Good!"@@
With that, the pigman cook turns and stomps away.
@@.leema;"Get up,"@@ the woman orders.
[[Get up.|0016 Stand]]<<set $cookwork to true>>\
You get to your feet.
@@.leema;"I don't have any swabs aboard my ship named Cutie. What's your real name?"@@
You perform the gestures to inform her that you cannot speak.
She scowls. @@.leema;"And I definitely don't have any swabs that cannot speak."@@
You shrug, not sure what else to do at this point.
@@.leema;"Stowaway, then,"@@ she says. @@.leema;"But you seem to have made an impression on our cook. Enough of an impression, in fact, to throw away eight years of petition power to get you promoted. That's very telling."@@
Again, you can only think to shrug.
@@.leema;"I am Captain Leema. By my authority you are hereby remanded to my custody pending investigation. Come."@@
You follow her as she exits the room and struts down the corridor. She walks in an alluring way, with her hips swaying in a sexy manner despite her slender frame.
It seems Captain Leema is someone to be reckoned with, because the beastly men trundling up and down the hallway hardly throw a glance your way now.
You continue to follow her into another room, which looks to be a large bedroom. The door swishes shut behind you. She directs you to the corner of the room where a small bed and desk are contained inside of a cage.
With startling quickness, she pushes you into the cage and shuts the cell door.
@@.leema;"Consider this your quarters until I have completed my investigation,"@@ she says. @@.leema;"If you desire to stay inside this starship and not find yourself floating outside of it, then you will promptly return to your quarters at the end of your galley shift every night. Do you understand?"@@
You nod.
@@.leema;"I'd advise you to get some sleep."@@
She turns and strides across the room. A door on the other side of the room opens briefly, revealing what looks to be a bathroom, and she steps inside. The door swiftly shuts behind her.
You huff and put your hands on the bars of the cell door. To your amazement, the cell door pushes open in your hands. It apparently didn't latch locked when the cat-like captain closed it.
[[It's a trap! I pull the cell door closed.|0017 Prisoner]]
[[I get out of the cell, of course!|0017 Escape]]<<set $prisoner to true>>\
<<if $lemmabed neq true>>\
You hurriedly close yourself back into the cell in Captain Leema's bedroom.
Leema strides from the bathroom naked sometime later. She slips into her bed and the lights go off in the room, leaving you in the dark.
<<else>>\
You slip out of the bed and close yourself back into the cell.
The lights in the room go off and you're left in the dark.
<<endif>>\
With nothing else to do, you lie down and try to go to sleep.
[[Zzz!|0018 Sleep]]You step out of the small cell, free once again. You look around the room. There's not much to it: a large bed and a couple closed closets. There's no television, no dressers, no make-up stands -- nothing of the sort. It's a very clean and sterile-feeling room.
Unfortunately, the door you came in won't open. It automatically opened when she approached it from the hallway but it wouldn't budge for you now. You look around again.
[[Might as well get back in the cell then.|0017 Prisoner]]
[[I'm going to check out that bathroom door.|0018 Bathroom]]You walk over to the bathroom door -- fairly sure it won't open for you -- but it does.
Inside you see Captain Leema standing in a shower. There is neither a door nor glass nor any other obstacle obstructing your view of her. You can see her completely, wet and naked, and she turns as sees you as well.
If she was surprised or concerned about your escape from the cell, she doesn't show it. Instead she only gazes at you while she rinses her hair.
<<if $seenleema neq true>>\
She's beautiful in a rather odd way. Now out of her uniform, you can see her proportions more clearly. Her legs are shorter than you would have thought, though well-rounded and graceful just the same, and her torso is lengthy and well-muscled. Her breasts are jutting and perky, with dark pink areola and nipples. Between her legs, below a patch of pubic hair that seems to be more fur than hair, is a... genital pouch. At first, you might have thought it to be simply a furry ballsac that lacked the complimentary penis, but there is a curious slender opening at the crest of the pouch that suggests something hidden inside.
<<endif>>\
You look up to meet her eyes. She only stares at you.
[[I fucking go in, I guess.|0019 Enter]]
[[Whoops! Back to the cell.|0017 Prisoner]]<<set $leemabed to true>>\
You step into the bathroom and, having no other plan, proceed to the shower. Captain Leema steps aside to allow you under the spray and begins to lather your shoulders with body soap.
She cleans you while standing at your back, from head to toe, with her gentle but firm hands. She even lathers and rinses your hairless genitals. Your erection, though humble, must have been quite obvious in her hand.
The shower turns off, though you don't know how she managed to command it to do so. She towels you off and turns your body to face her.
Now you can clearly see the secret her gential pouch was hiding: a knobby red-purple penis, plumper in the middle but slender overall and curved skyward, topped by a pear-shaped cherry red tip. Apparently bathing you was exciting for her.
@@.leema;"You cannot speak?"@@ she asks softly.
You shake your head.
Her right hand slides up your chest to your neck and then her fingers wrap around your throat. The pressure she exerts makes you emit a froggy sound. Your hands fly up, gripping her wrist and trying to pull yourself free, but she's much stronger than you would have thought.
@@.leema;"If you do speak,"@@ she says, @@.leema;"I will make sure it never happens again."@@
Her fingers slacken and her hand falls away from your neck and you gasp in breath.
She begins to dry herself off.
@@.leema;"Go to my bed,"@@ she orders, not even bothering to look at you.
You obey, your bare feet making wet squishy sounds on the tile of the bathroom and then no sounds at all on the plush carpeting of her room. You slide under the sheets of her bed and find that the fabric is crisp and cool on your skin.
Captain Leema strides into the room and the lights dim. She slides into the bed beside you. She turns toward you and she takes your chin in her hand, forcing you to level your eyes with hers.
@@.leema;"There's a price for sleeping in my bed,"@@ she says in a whisper. @@.leema;"If you face me, I'll have your lips. If you turn away, I'll have your backside. And if you wish to avoid payment, get the fuck out."@@
She shifts forward and tentatively touches her lips to yours. Her tongue flits out of her mouth and tastes your lower lip. Then she presses forward and you find yourself in a kiss, lips locking and tongues swirling.
After a moment she breaks away. Her big purple eyes stare into yours as she waits for your answer.
[[Nope! I slip out of bed and go back to the cell.|0017 Prisoner]]
[[I duck my head under the covers.|0020 Undercovers]]
[[Turn my ass around.|0020 Assback]]<<set $leemasuck to true>>\
You see her smile, just briefly, before you slip your head under the sheets. You kiss her chest, and her stomach, and then you kiss her hip, feeling her knobby cock throb against your cheek. It's already leaking surprisingly copious amounts of precum and your cheek and neck is quickly coated with the hot, slick fluid.
When you turn your head and take her trembling penis into your mouth, you hear her purr. Her precum slathers the inside of your mouth, making your tongue feel thick and slippery. You have to swallow twice as it fills your mouth. Thankfully, the flow of precum lessens to a slow but steady drip.
The taste and smell is... feral. Though the two of you had just taken a shower, there is a strong beastly scent here in her nethers. Her slender cock slides easily between your lips and you find that you're able to take the full length of it inside your mouth without any discomfort. By the volume of her purring, this definitely pleases her.
You start to bob your head back and forth, slipping her shaft across your tongue and between your lips, but you notice her purring lessens. Adjusting your approach, you take the entirety of it inside your mouth again and suck and lick and swallow against it.
Judging from the writhing of her body and the throaty feline humming you hear emanating from her, this is definitely what she likes. A traditional blowjob apparently isn't her thing. She prefers her prick to be enveloped and simply suckled, apparently.
You grip the back of her thighs and press your face against her groin, latching your lips around the base of her shaft and lathering her slender cock with your saliva. You swallow and swallow and swallow again, as if coaxing her to feed you her cum. It's evident, by her whimpering and moaning, that she soon fully intends to fulfill this request.
Some minutes later, her fingers slip into your hair and she gently holds you in place as she releases her first volley of jizz. The fluid streaming into your mouth is watery and salty but quite easy to swallow. And it's clear by her mewling that she appreciates that, as well.
When you've gulped down an astonishing amount of her aqueous cum and she is finally still again, you ensure that her cock is free of discharge with your lips and tongue.
Then you shift up, freeing your head from underneath the sheets, and she immediately plants a kiss on your mouth. After a time, she breaks off the kiss. She strokes her fingers across your cheek.
By her smile, you wonder if the favor is about to be returned. Your neglected erection could certainly use it!
But she only says, @@.leema;"Good girl."@@
Then the lights go off completely. With the application of careful but commanding pressure of her hands, she manages to turn you around in the bed. She cuddles you from behind, breathing softly on your neck.
As unfair as the activties of tonight may feel, you fall asleep feeling oddly fulfilled.
[[Zzz!|0021 Sleep]]<<set $leemafuck to true>>\
Without a word -- not that you could speak one, anyway -- you roll over so that you're facing away from her. She immediately wraps her arm around you, pulling you close to her. You feel her hard nipples on your back. She nips her teeth against your ear.
Her cock prods against your ass and slips between your thighs. You suddenly feel remarkably wet down below and you realize, as her slippery prick slides against your leg, that it's oozing a steady stream of slick precum.
You're grateful for this natural lube when her cockhead finds your asshole. Without much resistance at all, the tip slips right into you. You gasp at the strange burning sensation but the discomfort quickly dissipates. The very odd feeling of your bowels being loaded with her hot pre makes you squirm.
She presses deeper inside you, slowly, and in no time at all her hips are pressed against your ass. She's fully seated her leaky cock inside you. You expect her to withdraw and start actually fucking you, but she seems content to stay exactly where she is. She kisses your shoulder and her hand wraps around your neck, her fingers digging into your throat. Your body natural clenches up at her aggression, and her mewling response betrays an immediate and obvious demand: yes, do that.
You test your theory by purposefully constricting your sphincter around her intruding prick. She purrs in your ear and the fingers at your throat relax their grip. You do it again, eliciting another husky purr from her.
You start clenching and unclenching, pushing your ass back against her, and her throaty feline thrumming increases. She mewls and whimpers. Her teeth gently bite against the skin of your shoulder and her hand slithers down your chest so that her fingers can tweak your nipples.
Some minutes later you're starting to hope that she's close to release. The unpracticed muscles you are using to please her are quickly tiring. Then, with no warning, she begins to unload her seed. You could swear you feel her hot jizz swirl into your guts, gorging your bowels with surge after surge of sultry cum. She whimpers as she licks and nips at your ear, apparently releasing even more inside you.
When she is finally still again, panting softly against your neck, you figure it's time for one hell of a cleanup. You feel quite bloated with her seed -- and frustrated that you didn't get off.
But instead of pulling out or perhaps directing to you the bathroom, she only moves her leg over you and hooks her foot around the back of your ankle, locking you in place against her. Her hand goes to your throat again, the threat of her fingers gently pressed against your windpipe. The lights in the room go off.
It's clear she intends to simply sleep this way, with her still-hard prick well-seated in your ass and your innards bubbling with her fiery jizz.
And, surprisingly, you do fall asleep, quite obviously filled and oddly fulfilled.
[[Zzz!|0021 Sleep]]<<set $catdna to true>>\
You wake up, smacking your lips and yawning. The room is bright again. You're alone in the bed.
<<if $leemafuck eq true>>\
Despite your bowels being absolutely glutted with Captain Leema's jizm last night, there's no sign of leakage. There's no wet spot on the bed that you can find. You wonder if your body just somehow... absorbed her seed. Your belly does look and feel kind of full, still.
<<else>>\
As your fingertips drift over your stomach, you come to realize that your belly still looks and feels kind of full.
<<endif>>\
You sit up. Captain Leema is in her militaristic uniform again, preening herself in a very large full-length mirror that appears to have projected out of one of her walls. She's standing with her back to you, but you can see her gaze at you through the mirror.
@@.leema;"Up, cabin boy,"@@ she orders.
You slide out of bed and stretch. It's at that moment you hear a tinkling sound. You reach up to your neck and feel something there: a tight metal choker, snug around your throat. Some sort of tag dangles from a loop at the front of choker. But you can't see what's on the tag without a mirror.
@@.leema;"I do hope you like your new uniform,"@@ she says, smirking at you through the mirror.
She must be referring to the thick steel ring around your throat as you're obviously not wearing anything else.
<<if $cookwork eq true>>\
@@.leema;"Come, I will escort you to the galley."@@
Clearly she intends to take you back to the pigman cook so that you can attend your duties as his assistant.
[[Nod. I like working for the cook.|0022 Galley]]
[[Shake my head. I want to do something else!|0022 NewJob]]
<<else>>\
@@.leema;""Come, I will escort you to your new duties.@@
[[Okay, guess I have a job to do!|0022 NewJob]]
<<endif>>\You follow Leema down the large corridor and she drops you off at the galley without a word. The pig-man cook greets you with a smile.
@@.cook;"Today begin,"@@ he says.
It looks as if he's preparing a humongous amount of eggs, ham, and potatoes. He enlists your help in preparing the massive meal, most of which is carried away in containers by other beastly people.
Finally, after a couple hours, breakfast preparation seems to be done. He heaps two large portions of what's left onto two platters, taking one for himself and setting the other on the floor for his dog-thing, and then hands you a smaller plate of food.
@@.cook;"You tiny. No eat much."@@
You sigh but dig in to the meal, feeling ravished. Thankfully it was just enough to fill your belly and you let out a satisfied burp.
The cook laughs and nods.
@@.cook;"Okay, do dishes,"@@ he orders, pointing to a heap of pots and pans and other cooking utensils stacked in the sink. The cook had made a real mess making breakfast.
@@.cook;"After dishes,"@@ he says, grinning, @@.cook;"you taste."@@
You're pretty damn sure you know what he wants you to taste.
An hour into doing dishes, and barely making a dent, you hear @@.kash;"Hey!"@@ from behind you.
You look back but no one is there.
@@.kash;"I'm in the storage closet, you daft bint! Get in here!"@@
You recognize Kash's voice now. Thinking fast, you wave your hand to get the cook's attention and then you point to the storage closet and then to the dishes.
@@.cook;"Huh,"@@ he says, nodding.
You're not sure if he thinks you need soap or another sponge or whatever, but he's clearly given you permission to go get whatever it is. You'll just have to find something and come back with it.
You slip through the curtain that serves as a door to the dark storage closet and see Kash standing within, her hands on her hips.
@@.kash;"Why are you doing the clean-up, you noddy dip? Have you even tried looking for a power supply?"@@
You scratch your head and shrug. How does she expect you to find something you've never seen in a place you've never been and being completely mute on top of that?
@@.kash;"Oi, I get it, mate,"@@ she says, waving her hand in dismissal. @@.kash;"I left you with a deck stacked against you. It wasn't proper of me but I don't need an ear-bashing over it. I'm here to help, ain't I? We'll get the power supply together and you won't have to scrub a dish ever again. Or at least not in this universe, eh?"@@
[[Actually, I'm happy where I am now. Washing dishes. And being a pig-man's plaything. Yep. Totally happy doing that. Really. I'm serious. That's the perfect life for me.|0023 HappyDishwasher]]
[[Yes, please, let's get outta this wacky place!|0023 Escape]]<<if $cookwork eq true>>\
<<set $selfname to 'Cutie'>>\
You shake your head, feeling your lips pout as you do.
Captain Leema turns to glare at you. Her curvy lips bend into a slight frown.
@@.leema;"Do you think you deserve special treatment because of last night?"@@ she asks.
You shake your head -- though truthfully you would like at least some consideration. You did right by her, after all.
She stares at you while you stand, blinking and waiting.
@@.leema;"The cook will not be pleased,"@@ she says. @@.leema;"And I will have to reimburse his right to petition. But, yes, I will reassign you. Come."@@
<<else>>\
<<set $selfname to 'Sweetie'>>\
She beckons you over.
<<endif>>\
You step over to her and she unhooks a leash from her belt that you hadn't noticed before. She clips one end of the leash to your choker and wraps the other end in her fist.
With that, she turns and strides out of the room and down the wide corridor. You have to hurry alongside her, closely, lest the leash yank at your neck.
Soon the two of you reach other room -- though honestly they all look the same to you. The whole ship looks the same to you.
This room appears to be a medical bay of some sort. Six large machines dominate the room, though you couldn't really guess their purpose. Two others are here in the room: a very pretty and very pregnant dog-lady and a lizard-man with wrinkled, dry skin and big watery eyes.
Captain Leema unfastens the leash from your choker and says, @@.leema;"This cabin boy has been reassigned to this section. Her name is $selfname. She does not speak but she listens well. Train her in her new duties. Contact me directly if you have any issues."@@
Your cat-lady lover turns on her heel and marches out of the room.
Both the lizard-man and the dog-lady are dressed in a uniform of crisp white linens, but they unfortunately make no offer to provide you the same.
@@.arz;"Well,"@@ says the lizard-man in his crackling voice, @@.arz;"it's nice to have some new blood in here. My name's Arz. $selfname, is it?"@@
[[Shrug and nod. I suppose that's my name, at least for now.|0023 Clinic]]You nod.
A soft <b>!DING!</b> fills the room a few moments later and you turn to see a large man that must be part bull or ox. He stomps up to one of the machines and mounts it. Then he simply waits, looking bored.
@@.arz;"Let's get you learned,"@@ the lizard-man says, snapping on a pair of surgical gloves. @@.arz;"Over here."@@
You follow Arz to where the ox-man is standing in the machine, arms crossed and looking sullen. The lizard-man unbuckles the ox-man's trousers and opens them up to release the ox-man's impressive member. You feel your eyes go wide as you start to dread what might happen next.
Arz punches a button on the machine and a large clear tube protrudes from the section of the machine directly in front of the ox-man's cock. The lizard-man gently slides the ox-man's penis into the tube.
@@.arz;"Longer or shorter,"@@ he says, adjusting a knob that somehow makes the tube lengthen if turned in one direction and shorten if turned in the other. @@.arz;"Wider and narrower,"@@ he says, adjusting another knob that somehow makes the tube expand or contract depending on the direction of the twist.
He expertly adjusts the two knobs so that the tube is snug upon the ox-man's cock. Then he punches another button and the tube floods with liquid. The tube begins to pump gently back and forth, ripping like waves on water. Whatever material the tube is made of, it's quite extraordinary.
@@.arz;"That's it. Now we wait."@@
You try not to notice the ox-man staring at you, but he definitely is. He's devouring you with his gaze. He's openly eye-raping you, head to toe.
The ox-man starts to pant and grumble and, a minute later, grunts with his release. You watch his spunk pour into the tube and down a clear hose that disappears underneath the flooring.
Once he's finished unloading his semen into the tube, the ox-man hands down a small card of some sort and Arz slides it through a slot on the machine. He hands it back to the ox-man. There's some sort of transaction going on here, apparently, but you don't know whether the customer is paying for the service or the facility is paying for the semen. The tube recedes, releasing the ox-man's softening penis, and Arz dries off the ox-man's groin with a towel and quickly buckles him back up.
The ox-man gets down from the machine and lumbers out of the room.
@@.arz;"Easy enough, right?"@@ Arz asks you. @@.arz;"Next one's yours."@@
[[Oh goodie...|0024 Customer]]It isn't but a few minutes later before the next couple customers arrives. The dog-lady beckons over one of them, another pig-like man, and you're left to attend another lizard-man.
He looks similar to Arz but he is... even more lizardy. He's also quite tall and muscular, unlike the bent and frail body of Arz.
The lizard-man customer steps up into one of the machines and Arz nods at you to attend him. You try to mime that you would like some gloves like he has but Arz doesn't seem to understand. He frowns and waves his hand as if to shoo you towards the customer and says, @@.arz;"Go on go on."@@
With a sigh, you head over to the customer. You start to unfasten his trousers and he gives you a sly smile. You reach into his pants and pull out his penis -- penises, actually. He has two. They are slimy and red, with visible blue veins, and barbed tips.
You definitely wouldn't want these anywhere inside you.
When you look back to Arz, he says, @@.arz;"They both go in."@@
Nodding, you push the button to extend the tube. You place the two cocks into the tube and carefully adjust the knobs to suit them. It takes you a long while, but the customer seems patient enough. Finally satisfied with the fit, you push the button to start the machine.
You stare at the machine as it sucks off the lizard-man. And he stares at you.
He finally releases his load with a satisfied hiss. The cocks fire off in alternating bursts of jizz, filling the tube and coursing down the hose to who knows where.
Once he's finished, you take his card and swipe it and hand it back. The tube recedes back into the machine and you grab a nearby towel and gently pat the lizard-man's penis dry. After situating him in his trousers again and fastening them up, he gives you another sly smile and then departs the room.
@@.arz;"You're a natural,"@@ Arz says, grinning. @@.arz;"And that's good, because it's about to get busy. Welcome to the Cocksock Clinic, $selfname."@@ He pats you on the back.
Hours and hours pass. Never in your life would you have thought you would ever see so many cocks, much less handle them -- and all in one day! You've seen every type of pecker imaginable and many that you couldn't even have imagined.
And despite how easy the work seems, you're feeling quite tired. Your weariness lead to your first mistake about half an hour ago, when you poorly fit a whale-man's ridiculously humongous meat-torpedo into the tube and the improper seal resulted in some frothy leakage. Which you, of course, were made to clean up.
[[What a rotten first day!|0025 Bunnyboy]]It's been a hell of a day so far! So many dicks!
Arz and the dog-lady are both rather irritated with you. You have only been able to attend about one customer per every of their three, which is slowing down the whole process since the machines your customers are on are occupied longer. You're trying to keep up but you're still not great with the knobs and you don't want to make another mistake.
Both Arz and the preggo dog-lady are busy when the next customer comes in. He has floppy ears and a bushy tail. A bunny-man. First one of those you've seen. He's young, probably around your age. And he's actually very cute, despite his big buck teeth.
You direct him over to the free machine in the corner and he mounts up. You've got the routine down now, so you have his thankfully completely human wang in the tube in no time. But as you go to adjust the length knob, the machine just makes an ugly buzzing sound. You try again, and twice more, but it's simply not working.
Arz rushes to you and asks, @@.arz;"What's wrong now?"@@
You point to the knob and try to adjust it. Buzz. Buzz.
@@.arz;"Dammit."@@ Arz fiddles with the machine and smacks it with his hand. "No no, we'll need a technician." He looks up to the bunny-boy customer and asks, "Do you consent to manual harvesting, sir?"
The bunny-boy scrunchs his nose and says, @@.knob;"From you? No thanks."@@
@@.arz;"From her,"@@ Arz says, jabbing his thumb in your direction.
The bunny-boy looks at you and says, "Her? Oh hell yeah! I consent!"
You're given to wonder, in the moment, why everyone is referring you to 'she' and 'her' all the time when they can obviously see you have a cock and balls. Though admittedly, from what you've seen today, your package has to be the smallest on the ship.
@@.knob;"You'll have to provide manual service here. Use your hands and get the product in the tube, as much as you can. You can use your mouth, too, and I suggest you do. We're falling way behind because of you."@@
[[Nod. I've gotta make it up to my co-workers!|0026 Wanker]]
[[What? No way. I'm not jacking a jack-rabbit.|0026 Abstain]]<<set $bundna to true>>\
You nod.
@@.arz;"Good,"@@ Arz says. He hurries away to another customer.
@@.knob;"Permission to, uh, speak to you?"@@ the bunny-boy asks.
You look up at him. Now you realize that none of the customers have said a single word to you all day. It must be some sort of rule. But it looks like you can give permission... and you don't see any harm in letting a guy you're about to jerk off talk to you, so you nod.
@@.knob;"Ah, thanks! You're sweet. My name's Ninkon. What's your name?"@@
You mime to him that you cannot speak.
@@.knob;"Oh, mute, huh? That's okay, I'm sure you have other uses for that pretty mouth of yours,"@@ he says with a wink.
You frown at him and he lets out a playful laugh.
@@.knob;"Well, you better get started, sweetie. Your boss is kind of an asshole."@@
You slide his penis out of the tube and begin to fondle it with your hands. Ninkon looks down at you, grinning. His cock is starting to stiffen and you soon realize he's both a shower AND a grower. It was an impressive dick flaccid but now it's well on the way to doubling in girth and length.
@@.knob;"Aww, look at your eyes get all big at the size of my cock! You're just too cute,"@@ he says, smiling. @@.knob;"Say, your boss was right, you know. This will go a lot faster if you get your mouth on it, babe. Whaddaya say?"@@
[[Ha! No. I'm sticking with the handy.|0029 Handjob]]
[[Oh fuck it, I'll blow him. I gotta get this done fast.|0029 Blowjob]]You scowl at Arz and shake your head. You didn't sign up for this!
Arz scowls right back at you.
@@.arz;"Fine!"@@ he spits. @@.arz;"Wait for another machine to open up."@@
The old lizard-man stalks off, shaking his head.
The bunny-boy sighs and frowns. Apparently he'd gotten his hopes up that you were about to wank him off.
Soon another machine is available and you take the bunny-boy over to it. Thankfully, things go smoothly and you have the bunny-boy's balls drained in no time.
Now that the clinic is a machine down, though, you're only falling more and more behind. Both Arz and Erna look angry and exhausted by the time the waiting line dwindles to nothing.
The two of them walk over to you, frowning.
@@.arz;"You were of no help today,"@@ Arz says.
@@.erna;"It was a mess, yeah, but it was her first day,"@@ the preggo dog-lady says.
@@.arz;"Neither of us had trouble like that on our first day!"@@ Arz argues. He turns to you and says, @@.arz;"You can make it up to us by getting pumped and letting Erna and I split the payment."@@
Erna looks to Arz and then back to you. @@.erna;"That seems fair,"@@ she says, nodding. @@.erna;"Arz's semen isn't worth anything and I obviously can't provide any, but if you do then at least we can have a decent dinner. You owe us that much, don't you think?"@@
After a moment, you nod. It's not a big ask, really, and you are feeling a little blue-balled after handling cocks all day.
Erna smiles and helps you up onto one of the machines. She expertly adjusts the knobs to fit your teeny-weenie. You grab the machine's handrailing as the tube begins to suck and massage your nubby erection. It's only moments before you're panting and mewling as your smooth little nutsac clenches up. You spew your goo into the tube and Arz runs his card through the machine to accept the payment.
@@.erna;"Thanks, $selfname,"@@ Erna says as she cleans you and the machine up. @@.erna;"That was very sweet of you."@@
@@.arz;"Least she could do,"@@ Arz grumbles.
Erna holds out her hand to help you down from the machine platform.
[[Take her hand and step down.|0027 PreggoAsk]]You shoot him a pouty look and shake your head. You're not about to blow this bunny-boy in front of the whole clinic!
Ninkon frowns playfully and shrugs.
@@.knob;"Okay, baby, your loss!"@@ he says.
You stroke his burgeoning shaft. You were right about his dick: this thing has now expanded to twice its size. It looks massive in your dainty hands. You work your fingers over it and you feel your lips pull into a little smile. This is, oddly enough, rather fun!
Ninkon groans and you look up to meet his gaze. He bites his lip with his cute buck teeth.
@@.knob;"Oh, fnark yeah,"@@ he whispers. @@.knob;"Just keep looking at me like that. Mmm..."@@
You stare into his big blue eyes as you continue to caress his girthy prick. You're not so much jacking him off as you sort of... massaging him off. But he certainly seems to be enjoying it.
Ninkon grips the railing of the machine in his hands and moans.
@@.knob;"Damn, baby, you're SO good at this..."@@
You smile, despite feeling a little slutty for it, and redouble your effort to bring him to orgasm.
You can tell he's close by the way he's trembling. He keeps trying to pump his hips against your hands. Still gazing into his eyes, you try to give him the naughtiest look that you can while licking your lips.
That does it. He grunts loudly and his cock pulsates in your hands. You quickly shove his convulsing dong into the machine tube while petting it with your other hand, as if were some sick critter about to throw up.
Which it does. The bunny-boy pants and grunts and groans as he fires several volleys of baby batter into the tube.
You stroke his cock softly. There, there. That's a good cock.
@@.knob;"Holy syrupy waffles, that was magical."@@
You laugh and shake your head. You finish up with him, sticking to routine, but before he steps off the machine he asks, @@.knob;"Can I see you again tomorrow?"@@
You glance at him but you don't nod or shake your head. It WAS fun, after all, wasn't it?
Without thinking, you impulsively lick a stray dollop of semen off your finger. What? Did you just really do that...?!
Ninkon grins and dismounts the machine and makes his way out of the room, shooting you a quick wink over his shoulder as he exits.
[[That crazy bunny. What a goof.|0030 NextCustomer]]<<set $bunnyblow to true>>\
You shrug and nod. After all, you're way behind on customer count and it'll be faster to just suck him off. Ninkon grins as you direct his cockhead to your lips. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Arz giving you a thumbs-up.
@@.knob;"Oh. Fuck. Yes!"@@ Ninkon says as you slip his tip into your hot mouth and pucker your lips around it. You flick your tongue across the bulbous head of his pecker and he lets out a sharp breath. @@.knob;"Holy syrupy waffles! That feels amazing!"@@
Slowly, you ease your head forward, taking more of him into your mouth. His veiny underside slithers across your tongue and his tip soon bumps your throat.
@@.knob;"Babe. Wow! You're SO good at this,"@@ he says, grinning. @@.knob;"This is my first blowjob, you know. Obviously not YOUR first one, though!"@@
Having nothing to say to that -- especially with a mouth full of throbbing cock -- so you just start to slide him in and out of your mouth, bobbing your head to and fro.
It seems he wants to touch you -- to grab your head, probably -- but he clenches his hands on the railing of the machine instead. There must be some rule about touching, too, but you don't want to give him permission to do that or he'd sure to just face-fuck you silly.
Sloppy wet sucking sounds echo throughout the room as you work your lips and tongue around the bunny-boy's prick. You can see that all eyes are on you -- except for Arz and the dog-lady, who are rushing around trying to deal with the fact that all the customers are getting off faster than normal. It seems you're finally doing some good for the clinic. All it took was putting on a show.
And you have to admit to yourself... this is kind of fun.
You grab the machine railing in your hands, too, letting some of your fingers overlap Ninkon's. You use your newfound stability to better ply your lips and tongue on the bunny-boy's fat tool.
Regardless of your focused effort, he seems nowhere close to release. He looks calm, and composed, and he seems to be breathing normally.
But then he lets out a shuddering grunt and you feel hot, buttery cum splash into your mouth and slither down your throat.
You quickly pop your mouth off his cock and shove his convulsing dong into the machine tube. The bunny-boy pants and grunts and groans as he fires several volleys of baby batter into the tube.
You look at Ninkon, eyes narrowed, and he gives you a sheepish grin. He's panting and trembling now. It's clear he was trying to hide how close he was to cumming.
@@.knob;"Sorry babe,"@@ he says, biting his lip with his adorable buck teeth. @@.knob;"I couldn't help myself!"@@
You finish up with him, sticking to routine, but before he steps off the machine he asks, @@.knob;"Can I see you again tomorrow?"@@
Despite his little deception, you feel a smile tug at your lips. It WAS fun, after all, wasn't it? You glance at him but you don't nod or shake your head.
He grins and dismounts the machine and makes his way out of the room, shooting you a quick wink over his shoulder as he exits.
[[That crazy bunny. What a goof.|0030 NextCustomer]]While you're staring off, an overmuscled shark-man steps into the machine. You look up at him and see him grinning with way too many teeth.
Oh, shit. You look around, but the other machines are occupied. With a sigh, you punch the button to extend the tube once again. You deftly unfasten the shark-man's pants and place his meaty cock into the tube.
He continues grinning. It's clear he knows it's not going to work.
In a futile gesture, you twist the 'length' knob. To the utter surprise of both you and the customer, the tube responds. The shark-man's grin turns into a disappointed scowl as you adjust the tube to fit his penis. You punch the button to start the machine once you're satisfied with the seal and the machine starts pumping away at the shark-man's dick.
Thankfully, the machine continues to function properly as you go about your duties for the next hour or so.
When the waiting line dwindles to nothing, Arz approaches you.
@@.arz;"You did good work today, $selfname. Erna and I have agreed to give Captain Leema a favorable report."@@
@@.erna;"Yeah, you did good, toots,"@@ the pregnant dog-lady, Erna, says. It's the first time she's spoken to you. Her voice is light and sweet.
You nod in thanks.
<<if $bunnyblow eq true>>\
@@.erna;"The way you sucked off that bunny was fnarkin' hot,"@@ Erna says. @@.erna;"I can't believe you did that!"@@
<<else>>\
@@.erna;"The way you jacked off that bunny was fnarkin' hot,"@@ Erna says. @@.erna;"I can't believe you did that!"@@
<<endif>>\
You look to Arz, a little confused since he was the one who suggested it, and he puts on a pained smile.
@@.arz;"I'm sorry, $selfname, we were falling behind..."@@
Erna looks at Arz, wide-eyed and mouth agape. @@.arz;"You TOLD her to do that?"@@
@@.arz;"I... suggested it."@@
@@.erna;"Wow, Arz. That's a total dick move."@@
@@.arz;"She clearly didn't mind!"@@ Arz says, scowling at Erna.
@@.erna;"Well, you just better hope Captain Leema doesn't find out you tricked her pet into <<if $bunnyblow eq true>>blowing<<else>>wanking<<endif>> a bunny."@@
Arz frowns. @@.arz;"$selfname won't tell. Will you, $selfname? I'm sorry I tricked you, but it was necessary. We were so behind... Are you going to tattle on me?"@@
The old lizard-man stares at you, awaiting an answer.
[[Fuck yes I'm totally telling on this old bastard!|0031 Tattle]]
[[Nah, it's no big deal. I'm not going to blab.|0031 KeepQuiet]]You scowl at the lizard-man and nod. Of course you're going to tattle on him! That was really fucked up!
Arz winces and shifts his weight uncomfortably.
@@.erna;"Oh fnark, you're in for it now, Arz!"@@
@@.arz;"You are, too!"@@ he tells the dog-lady. @@.arz;"Do you think the captain is going to care whether you were directly involved or not? You should have intervened!"@@
@@.erna;"What? I didn't know what you were doing!"@@
@@.arz;"That won't matter to the captain, will it?"@@
Erna's eyes go wide. She glances back and forth between you and Arz.
Suddenly Arz pounces on you, tackling you to the floor. He flops you over on your stomach and wretches your arm behind your back.
@@.self;"ERRFFMM!"@@
@@.erna;"Arz! What are you doing?"@@
@@.arz;"She's going to get us killed, Erna. Me, you... and your baby."@@
@@.self;"MMFF! NNN!"@@
@@.erna;"What are we going to do?"@@
Arz seems to ponder the question as he grinds his knee into your back to hold you down. You kick your feet uselessly. He's so strong for an old wrinkly fuck!
@@.arz;"Down the rubbish shute,"@@ Arz finallys says. @@.arz;"She'll go right into the incinerator. We'll tell the captain she wandered off while we were preoccupied with the closing rush."@@
@@.erna;"I don't know, Arz..."@@
@@.arz;"It's either her or your baby!"@@
@@.erna;"Okay,"@@ Erna slowly says, her voice breaking. @@.erna;"Okay..."@@
@@.arz;"Grab her hair. I'll hold her arm. Hurry!"@@
Suddenly your head is wretched back and Arz jerks you to your feet with pressure on your arm.
@@.self;"NNNFFF!"@@
The two of them push/drag you to the adjacent room. You struggle but it's useless -- they both have a strong grip on you and you can only stumble along.
Arz opens a panel in the wall with one hand while forcing you toward the open hatch with the other.
@@.erna;"I'm sorry,"@@ Erna says as your head goes into the opening. @@.erna;"I'm so sorry!"@@
@@.arz;"Out of the way!"@@ Arz commands.
Erna steps aside and your top half is abruptly shoved into the opening. You kick your legs and squeal but Arz wraps your ankles in his arm and starts jamming your lower half into the shute as well.
@@.self;"NNNMMM!!!"@@
Hands clasp around your feet and push you deeper into the shute. You start to slip down the smooth metal. You hear the hatch clang shut behind you as you start to slide.
[[Oh shit! Guess I'm going for a ride!|0032 Incinerator]]You shake your head.
Arz sighs in relief. @@.arz;"Thank you."@@
Erna gives you a warm smile. @@.erna;"You're such a nice girl, $selfname."@@
The two of them invite you to lunch with them which you're happy to do since your stomach is growling a bit. It's a light meal, just some crackers and cheese and some strange fruits, but it's enough to settle your stomach.
@@.erna;"$selfname, can I ask you a favor?"@@ Erna asks the three of you wipe down the machines as the last task of the day.
You shrug and nod.
@@.erna;"Would you carry my baby tonight? I wouldn't ask, normally, but I'd really like to have some fun with my husband -- it's been too long! And we can still do it with me being all fat, but not in the positions we enjoy. And not... rough. Which is how I like it. Mmm. RUFF!"@@
You stare at her, unsure of what the heck she is actually asking.
@@.erna;"Oh, I guess you don't know about that? Well, we have a machine that can transport my baby to a willing person. Temporarily, I mean. You could watch my baby for the night and I would get her back from you in the morning. It's just like babysitting."@@
You look down at your stomach and back to her. Does she not realize you don't have the necessary... plumbing?
She seems to understand your concern and says, @@.erna;"Oh, don't worry about that. The machine takes care of all that. Any healthy person will work! I just don't know a lot of people -- and just about nobody I can trust like I feel like I can trust you, $selfname. You're just the sweetest, nicest girl I've ever met."@@
You feel yourself blush at the compliment.
@@.erna;"So, what do you think? Will you do it? I'll message Captain Leema to see if it's okay with her if you're down to do this favor for me."@@
[[Why not? I'll just be preggers for the night.|0032 Preggers]]
[[Uhh... no. Not going to happen. I'm not a baby... holder.|0032 NoPreggo]]<<set $preggers to true>>\
You nod. Then you realize you just accepted to be pregnant for the night. Weird!
Erna smiles and claps her hands together.
@@.erna;"Oh, thank you, $selfname! You're the best!"@@
After giving you a quick smooch on the cheek she hurries off. You suppose she's going to message Captain Leema straightaway.
@@.arz;"I'm glad she didn't ask me,"@@ Arz says as the two of you continue cleaning up for the night.
Erna comes back in just minutes, beaming.
@@.erna;"She said yes! It's fine! Oh, this is great! I'm gonna get so totally RAPED when I get home!"@@
You snort out a laugh and shake your head. She's kind of odd.
@@.erna;"Come on, I'll take you to the machine,"@@ Erna says, taking your hand. @@.erna;"You don't mind finishing up, do you, Arz?"@@
The old lizard-man shakes his head. @@.arz;"No, I don't mind. There isn't much left to do."@@
@@.erna;"Great!"@@
Instead of going down the main corridor, Erna takes you along some side passageways that you hadn't noticed before. Before long at all, you're standing with her in a white room that has two large upright vats in the center of it.
Erna quickly gets you situated in one of the vats.
@@.erna;"It's gonna get dark and fill up with fluid but it'll be over in a sec, okay?"@@
You nod and she shuts the lid, closing you in darkness. In just a few moments, you feel warm liquid on your feet. It quickly rises, submerging you entirely.
Then suddenly you feel like you really have to fart. And pee. And burp. And maybe even throw up, too.
But the liquid drains away in the next moment, leaving you feeling woozy but, all in all, perfectly fine.
[[Okay, that was super weird.|0033 Fatbelly]]You shake your head and try to convey that you're sorry. Carrying a baby is too much responsibility -- besides being absolutely crazy!
Erna frowns but nods.
@@.erna;"I understand,"@@ she says. @@.erna;"I just had to ask, you know?"@@
After lunch, the three of you return to the clinic to find Captain Leema waiting for you. Arz and Erna bow their heads. Leema snaps her fingers at you and you understand she means for you to follow her.
She brings you directly to her bathroom once the two of you are in her room and she starts the shower. She quickly undresses while you stand under the warm spray. Then, as before, she cleans you from head to toe while she purrs happily behind you.
After drying both of you off, Leema guides you to her bed and the two of you slip underneath the covers. The lights dim.
It quickly becomes apparent that she expects another 'payment' for sleeping in her bed again tonight. But she doesn't give you a choice this time. She straddles your face, her flowing precum dousing your neck and cheeks, and then presses her slender, swollen cock through your lips. Her potent feral musk fills your nostrils, making your head swim and your thoughts hazy. You swallow several times to catch up to the absurd amount of pre oozing from her prick.
She takes hold of her headboard in both hands and shifts her hips so that her crotch is mashed into your face. Leema gently grinds her groin on you and purrs deeply as you nurse her cock, suckling and swallowing as if you were trying to get milk from a teet. Her thighs press against the sides of your head and she mewls as you work your mouth to drain her furry balls.
You reach up to stroke your hands down her hips and ass. You grip her firm cheeks in your hands and squeeze, pulling her against you.
@@.leema;"You are such... a good girl,"@@ she whispers as she reaches down to stroke your hair. Her hand curls into a fist, taking a hold of your hair, and you sense what's coming. She heaves out a thrumming sigh as her watery, salty jizz pours into your mouth. There's such a preposterous amount of cum that it's almost as if she's just pissing down your throat. You gulp and gulp and gulp while she mewls with delight.
Finally she releases you, slipping her still-hard cock from your mouth. She shifts to the side and leans over you to mash her lips on your panting mouth. Her tongue swirls against your tongue and she moans blissfully, apparently thrilled at tasting her seed in your mouth.
She turns you on your side and wraps you in her arms from behind. She cuddles you close as the two of you drift off to sleep.
[[Zzz!|0033 WakeUp]]The lid to the vat opens and a newly slim Erna holds her hand out to help you from the vat. You let her help you out and then waddle a few steps. You look down to see your huge, bulging belly. It's just... enormous! And heavy! You place your hands on your big preggo tummy and slide your fingers over your smooth, taut skin.
@@.erna;"Oh, gosh, $selfname, you look SO SEXY pregnant!"@@ Erna says, giggling.
@@.leema;"Indeed,"@@ Captain Leema says.
You didn't see her in the room until now, being fixated on your newly acquired late-term pregnancy.
Erna immediately becomes serious and submissive. She bows her head and says, @@.erna;"Thank you for your kind courtesy, captain."@@
Captain Leema glances at her for a moment and then waves her away as if she no longer wanted to be bothered by the dog-girl. Erna shoots you a quick smile and then hurries from the room -- obviously excited about getting ravaged tonight by her hubby.
Leema smiles at you, eyebrow raised.
@@.leema;"My goodness,"@@ she says, licking her lips, @@.leema;"the bitch was absolutely right."@@
You smile and shrug, feeling a little silly and embarrassed. Oof! Even simply shrugging is strenous with this ponderous belly!
@@.leema;"Come along, let's get you off your feet."@@
Your slender cat-like lover offers you her hand and you take it. She slowly guides you down the corridor towards her quarters while you totter beside her.
[[Ugh jeez I feel so heavy!|0034 PreggoLove]]She brings you directly to her bathroom once the two of you are in her room and she starts the shower. She quickly undresses while you stand under the warm spray. Then, as before, she cleans you from head to toe. Her hands pay special attention to your big belly, her fingers gently stroking the stretched skin of your stomach while she purrs happily behind you.
After drying both of you off, Leema helps you to her bed and has you sit down. It feels good to be off your feet, even though you haven't been pregnant for more than half an hour. Then she pushes you onto your back and the lights dim.
It quickly becomes apparent that she expects another 'payment' for sleeping in her bed again tonight. But she doesn't give you a choice this time. She straddles your face, her flowing precum dousing your neck and cheeks, and then presses her slender, swollen cock through your lips. Her potent feral musk fills your nostrils, making your head swim and your thoughts hazy. You swallow several times to catch up to the absurd amount of pre oozing from her prick.
She takes hold of her headboard in both hands and shifts her hips so that her crotch is mashed into your face. Leema gently grinds her groin on you and purrs deeply as you nurse her cock, suckling and swallowing as if you were trying to get milk from a teet. Her thighs press against the sides of your head and she mewls as you work your mouth to drain her furry balls.
You reach up to stroke your hands down her hips and ass. You grip her firm cheeks in your hands and squeeze, pulling her against you.
"You are such... a good girl," she whispers as she reaches down to stroke your hair. Her hand curls into a fist, taking a hold of your hair, and you sense what's coming. She heaves out a thrumming sigh as her watery, salty jizz pours into your mouth. There's such a preposterous amount of cum that it's almost as if she's just pissing down your throat. You gulp and gulp and gulp while she mewls with delight.
Finally she releases you, slipping her still-hard cock from your mouth. She shifts to the side and leans over you to mash her lips on your panting mouth. Her tongue swirls against your tongue and she moans blissfully, apparently thrilled at tasting her seed in your mouth.
You figure she's going to push you on your side and the two of you will simply go to sleep now, but that doesn't happen. She kisses down your neck and chest and over your bulging belly, gently stroking the taut skin with her fingertips. She continues on, kissing your hip and then your thigh and then her hands spread your legs.
Her hot, wet mouth envelopes your cock and balls, all together, and you grin at the pleasant sensation.
[[Whoa! She's actually going to return the favor tonight!|0035 GetBlown]]But this is one weird blowjob. She keeps the entirety of your package in her mouth, bathing your tight little ballsac with her tongue and suckling your nubby erection. Though odd, it's quite delightful, even if you feel more like a girl getting eaten out than a boy getting sucked off.
Her purring radiates through your groin: a gentle, buzzing rumble. It's a delicous feeling and it makes your toes curl.
Soon enough, you're panting again as you approach orgasm. Her feline thrumming becomes louder, echoing in the room and throbbing through your achingly hard little cock. Your fists take up the bedsheets and you let out a girly squeal as the crest the peak of pleasure. Your balls clinch and deliver their load. You feel your cum churn down your short shaft and sputter from your cockhead into Leema's attentive mouth.
Quite spent, you lie there smiling and huffing, eyes closed and enjoying the blissful aftermath of a most excellent orgasm. You feel Leema moving on the bed and suddenly her cummy lips are pressed to yours.
You figure it's only fair, since she kissed you after you blew her, so you kiss her back. Then her tongue slithers inside your mouth and delivers a warm, sticky mouthful of goo. She kisses you hard, forcing you to swallow down the gooey load, and you realize she's just fed you your own cum.
@@.leema;"Protein is good for the baby,"@@ she whispers, smirking.
She turns you on your side, gently, and wraps you in her arms from behind. She strokes your big round belly as the two of you drift off to sleep.
[[Zzz!|0036 Sleep]]You wake up with a groan, feeling heavy. Because you're pregnant, of course. You rub your eyes and look around. Leema is in front of her big mirror again, adjusting her elaborate uniform. She smiles at you through the mirror and then steps over to the bed and sits down beside you.
She delicately strokes your preggo tummy and you smile. It feels nice.
@@.leema;"I've decided that we will keep you perpetually pregnant,"@@ she says, smirking.
Your eyes go wide as you gaze at her. She wants you to be perma-preggo?
@@.leema;"I have a lot of gestating crew members on my ship and they would be grateful for a break from carrying their offspring,"@@ she says, still caressing your belly. @@.leema;"I expect a boost in production as well thanks to offering up your womb for rent."@@
She leans down and kisses your lips. @@.leema;"Of course, one day, you'll be carrying my litter."@@
You swallow. She wants to have babies with you!
@@.leema;"But for now, let's get you to work. Being fat with child is no excuse for slacking on your duties, cabin boy."@@
She helps you to your feet, grinning. @@.leema;"Oh, you're just glowing! Mmm. I might have to visit you for lunch."@@
You have a pretty good idea of what she intends to feed you this afternoon.
Captain Leema clips a leash to your tight metal choker once again and leads you down the corridor. Instead of going to the 'Cocksock Clinic' she takes you back to the room with the two vats in it. Erna is already waiting there, her hands clasped in front of her and her head bowed. Upon seeing you and Captain Leema arrive, she immediately gets into one of the vats.
Your cat-like lover helps you into the other vat. A minute later, after another shock of being submerged, the vat pops open and you step out, slim and trim once again.
Erna carefully steps out of the other vat, her belly once again swollen with child.
[[Whew! That's a relief... right?|0037 PermaPreg]]Captain Leema strokes your cheek and says, @@.leema;"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're never without a baby again."@@
She gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and turns to stride out of the room.
@@.erna;"Thank you so much for that, $selfname,"@@ Erna says, smiling. @@.erna;"I had a blast last night. I'm still sore just about everywhere!"@@ She giggles.
You smile and nod, happy that she had a good time. Your night wasn't bad either, after all.
Soon you're back at the clinic, preparing the machines for the coming day. Erna is humming to herself and Arz is irritated. Everything seems fine.
@@.kash;"Hey!"@@
You jump. Suddenly Kash has appeared beside you.
@@.kash;"Ha! Don't worry, mate, they can't see or hear me. I'm a figment of your imagination, sort of. I popped in earlier but you were super preggo, you slutty skank. I can't believe you've only been a girl for like a day or so and you got knocked up."@@
You frown at her. You obviously really didn't get knocked up.
@@.kash;"Yeah, I know,"@@ she says, rolling her eyes. @@.kash;"You were carrying the doggo's little puppy. How sweet of you. But you haven't done a damn thing about getting a power supply, have you, ya nitwit?"@@
You shrug. How does she expect you to find something you've never seen in a place you've never been and being completely mute on top of that?
@@.kash;"Oi, I get it, mate,"@@ she says, waving her hand in dismissal. @@.kash;"I left you with a deck stacked against you. It wasn't proper of me but I don't need an ear-bashing over it. I'm here to help, ain't I? We'll get the power supply together and you won't have to haul around any more babies in your belly-oven."@@
[[Actually, I'm happy with things as they are now.|0038 HappyNow]]
[[Yes, please, let's get outta this wacky place!|0038 Escape]]You don't think being preggo is a big deal and you and Captain Leema have sort of a relationship in the works. An interesting kind of relationship, sure, but it's obvious she cares for you and you feel pretty into her, too.
@@.kash;"No kidding?"@@ Kash looks surprised but she quickly grins. @@.kash;"Well, Hell! I did it! I win!"@@
She dances in a circle, waving her wand in the air.
@@.kash;"WooOOOooo!"@@
You clap your hand over your mouth to keep from snorting.
@@.kash;"Right, well... that's real keen, mate! I'm happy you're happy! So, is there anything I can do for you before I pop off for good?"@@
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0039 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0039 GoGirl]]
[[What about my voice?|0039 MyVoice]]You're not going to stay here any longer. It's been fun, but it's been weird.
@@.kash;"Good choice,"@@ Kash says, nodding. @@.kash;"Playing with countless cocks for a day or two is all fine and good but after a while I'm sure it'll loose it's charm, eh? Now c'mon, the engine room is thissaway!"@@
You give Arz and Erna a wave, as if you're just off to the bathroom for a moment, and then hurry after Kash. Instead of going out to the corridor -- where you'd likely find yourself at the brutal pleasure of a score of beastly men and women -- she guides you to the adjacent room where you had lunch the day before and, at the back of said room, she shows you a small door that opens to a narrow passageway.
You open the door and peer down the slim hallway. It's dark but empty. Kash struts inside and starts down the passageway. You hurry after her.
After a minute or so, she turns to the left and you suddenly find yourself in what must be an engine room on the starship.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
"Those are what we need, mate!" Kash says.
You look at one of the vacuum tubes. It doesn't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck it right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can find to use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube.|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around the engine room.|0039 GoodEnd]]You point to your throat and think about getting your voice back.
Kash frowns. @@.kash;"Sorry, mate, no can do. You see, the way the magic works is that -- in this universal reality -- you would have always had your voice if I gave it to you now. Err, what I mean is, the magic is sort of retro-active like. So if I gave you it now, you would therefore have had your voice this whole time, and you wouldn't be where you are now, and everything that happened up to this point would be totally in shambles."@@
You stare at her. What?
@@.kash;"Oi, you knob head, I'm saying I can't do it!"@@ she says, shaking her fist in the air. @@.kash;"So that's that! You want something else or what?"@@
<<display "SUB - MY VOICE">>\
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0039 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0039 GoGirl]]You shake your head. This is how Leema likes you and you're happy this way, too.
@@.kash;"Well, great! That's brilliant, mate. I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POOF!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
<<if $preggers eq true>>\
You return to preparing the machines for when the clinic opens. You brush your hand over your flat tummy absentmindedly, knowing that it won't be that way for long. Your cat-like lover is going to make sure you're forever pregnant because that really seems to turn her on. You smile and sigh happily.
<<else>>\
You return to preparing the machines for when the clinic opens. You smile and sigh happily. This seems to be exactly where you belong.
<<endif>>\
Captain Leema said she would stop be for lunch and she'll probably be wanting some afternoon delight!
<<if $preggers eq true>>\
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S PERMA-PREGGO GIRLFRIEND@@
<<else>>\
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND@@
<<endif>>\You think about being a real woman, tits and puss and all.
"Oh," Kash says. "Wellllll... it's not exactly allowed... but I suppose I could use some power from another case I'm working on to help you out. I mean, sure, why not? You're not going to tell anyone!" she says, laughing. "Sorry. Inconsiderate! But yeah, totally. What kinda crumpet you wanna be, babe? You just want a cunt? Or do you want some tits, too? Or do you want, like, a lot of everything? Or... maybe you want to be a kitty-girl so you can, you know, have a family with your cat-babe? I can use the DNA you've 'ahem' collected 'ahem' to make that happen."
Wow, she can really do that?
"Yep! So what'll it be?"
[[Just as I am but with a vagina instead of cock and balls.|0040 Petite]]
[[Make me a hottie with nice tits and a round ass and a sweet puss.|0040 Hottie]]
[[Max me out, boobies and booty and a fat, juicy pussy!|0040 Buxom]]
[[Cat-girl me. Definitely cat-girl me.|0040 CatGirl]]You think about being as you are but with a hot juicy pussy.
@@.kash;"You got it!"@@
Kash whacks you on the head with her wand. You let out a groan at the sudden feeling of emptiness in your crotch. You glance down and run your fingers over your brand spanking new vagina. It's soft, warm, and already a bit wet to the touch.You think about being a girl with more girly assets.
@@.kash;"You got it!"@@
Kash whacks you on the head with her wand. You let out a groan at the sudden feeling of emptiness in your crotch and a strange fullness on your chest. You glance down and run your fingers over your brand spanking new vagina. It's soft, warm, and already a bit wet to the touch.
You now have two round, perky B-cups on your chest. You squeeze them in your hands and grin. These are fucking nice!You think about being a big-titted, juicy-assed, real knockout of a curvy hot chick.
@@.kash;"You got it!"@@
Kash whacks you on the head with her wand. You let out a groan at the sudden feeling of emptiness in your crotch and a strange fullness on your chest. You glance down and run your fingers over your brand spanking new vagina. It's soft, warm, and already a bit wet to the touch.
You now have two fat round DD-cups on your chest. You squeeze them in your hands and grin. These are fucking nice!You think about being a cat-girl.
@@.kash;"You got it!"@@
Kash whacks you on the head with her wand. You let out an upset meow. Meow? Wow! You look over yourself and see that you're a total girl now: nicely shaped B-cup boobies and a round, fit ass and a pair of adorably puffy pussy lips between your legs underneath a patch of puffy pink fur. In addition, a pink cat tail swishes happily from the base of your spine and you can feel a pair of perky cat ears on your head.
@@.kash;"Yowza, you came out cute!"@@ Kash says, grinning. @@.kash;"That feline filly of yours won't be able to keep her drooling dick out of your steamy slit, sister!"@@
You smile and shrug. You do feel awfully happy now!
@@.kash;"No worries on the change, either. The magic makes them think you've always been this way."@@
Well that's good!
@@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life, you kitty cutie!"@@
And with a <b>!POOF!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
<<if $preggers eq true>>\
You return to preparing the machines for when the clinic opens. You brush your hand over your flat tummy absentmindedly, knowing that it won't be that way for long. Your cat-like lover is going to make sure you're forever pregnant because that really seems to turn her on. You smile and sigh happily.
<<else>>\
You return to preparing the machines for when the clinic opens. You smile and sigh happily. This seems to be exactly where you belong.
<<endif>>\
And Captain Leema said she would stop be for lunch, too! She'll probably be wanting some afternoon tail.
And you're ready for her, tail and all!
<<if $preggers eq true>>\
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S PERMA-PREGGO CATGIRLFRIEND@@
<<else>>\
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S CATGIRLFRIEND@@
<<endif>>\<<display "SUB - GO PETITE">>\
<<display "END - LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND">>\<<display "SUB - GO HOTTIE">>\
<<display "END - LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND">>\<<display "SUB - GO BUXOM">>\
<<display "END - LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND">>\When Poochie's prick finds its mark, you drop your head and groan. The slick, slender doggie dick once again fully invades your bowels and nudges your prostate, sending a trickle of electricity through your groin and stomach.
@@.cook;"Do floor!"@@ the cook orders again as Poochie begins a proper hump.
Feeling not just a little humiliated and embarrassed, you do your best to swirl the sponge on the floor as Poochie has his way with you. Bump bump bump taps the tip of Poochie's dick on your cumknuckle. Every time you feel an electric shock. Your breath catches in your throat. Your toes curl. Your erection yearns for attention.
You can't take it anymore. You flop down onto your shoulders and chest, your cheek pressed against the floor and your ass in the air. Thankfully the cook only chuckles at your collapse. Poochie continues to drill your ass, thumping his cockhead on your goochbean again and again. You slide your hand up your sweaty thigh and gently squeeze your pre-soaked cock and balls in your fingers.
That's all it takes. Your dick twitches and promptly spits out a long spurt of pent-up ball goo. You let out a long, shuddering moan as Poochie relentlessly punches your butt-button. The cook laughs as your ballsac clenches and forces your throbbing dick to erupt warm jizz several more times.
Poochie jerks his hips back and once again douses your ass and thighs with his soupy seed. Apparently the dog-thing is smart enough to know he can't breed with you so he prefers to paint your body with his cum instead of blasting it in your bowels.
@@.cook;"You good bitch,"@@ says the cook. @@.cook;"Poochie like you."@@
You moan as Poochie dismounts you and trots off to his corner once again.
After about a minute of rest, the cook says, @@.cook;"Up, bitch. Do floor!"@@
You push yourself back up your hands and knees and dunk the sponge in the bucket of dirty water. Still panting, you smear the sponge through the mess you and Poochie made, know that this floor will never been clean at this rate.
Several hours later, your shoulders aching and knees sore, the cook says, @@.cook;"Today done."@@
You sit up and look at him. He gives you a reassuring smile.
@@.cook;"Today done,"@@ he says again. He lumbers over to the far wall and takes a collar and leash off of a hook. He trundles back up to you and orders, @@.cook;"Up, bitch."@@
Is he going to...? You stand up and, sure enough, he fastens the collar around your throat and you let out a whimper when gives the leash a tug to ensure the fit. He hands the end of the leash to Poochie, who snaps it in his mouth and holds it.
[[This dog-thing is seemingly rather smart indeed.|0014 Showertime]]The cook nods at Poochie and then trudges out of the room and into the corridor. Poochie follows beside him and you lag behind, guided along by the leash.
The walk through the corridor is humiliating. Like the pig-man cook, the others of this crew seem to be animal-human hybrids as well. There's shark-men and tiger-men and you even see what looks like a parrot-man. Most of them are large and muscular and many of them laugh or snort in your direction as Poochie strings you behind him.
The cook turns into what appears to be a locker room and soon the three of you are in a shower block, standing under sprays of warm, soapy water. Poochie seems to be enjoying himself, scampering around the shower block and dashing through the sprays of water.
You try not to look at the cook, with his obese yet muscled body, but he doesn't do you the same courtesy. You notice the meaty dick between his legs is definitely at a half-chub. But he doesn't make a move on you. Maybe because you're Poochie's bitch?
Poochie shakes off while the cook dries himself with a towel. He tosses the towel to you when he's done and you dry yourself as well while he gets dressed in a fresh set of clothes. Then the three of you are headed down the corridor again, Poochie of course leading you by your leash.
A couple minutes later, the cook steps through a doorway that automatically opens for him and Poochie follows, so you do as well.
This room is clearly a bedroom. It's plain, all white, and clean. There's a door on the opposite wall -- a bathroom, you'd guess -- and a large bed that takes up most of the room. There are no dressers or cabinets or closets that you can see.
But you were mistaken: the cook steps up to one of the walls and a compartment immediately opens for him. He takes a thick book and a pair of glasses from the shelf inside and the compartment closes. The cook plops down on the huge bed, perches the glasses on his nose, and opens the book.
[[I guess he's going to do some reading? Doesn't seem the type...|0015 Dogbed]]Poochie yanks you by your leash and tugs you to the wall opposite the foot of the bed. There you see a large, fluffy doggie bed on the floor. There's enough room for three Poochies, at least. Or, as you quickly find out, one Poochie and one you. Because the dog-thing yanks at your leash again with a low growl, making it clear you're supposed to bed down with him.
Well, you are exhausted after today. You sink down and curl up on the doggie bed. Poochie nuzzles his nose against your throat and clicks his teeth against the latch of the leash. Surprisingly, he is able unclasp it. He tosses the leash beside the bed and nestles up against you in the doggie bed.
You immediately start to fall asleep but suddenly Poochie shifts around in the bed. Your eyes snap wide open when you feel his warm, wet tongue slather across your ass and genitals. Just a couple long, sloppy licks later and your dick is at full attention.
And so is Poochie's. He squirms around in the bed until his damp muzzle is pressed against your groin and his red lipstick dick is bobbling an inch from your lips. He resumes lapping your cock and balls with his slippery tongue. His hips jerk and he thrusts his puppy pecker through your lips and into your mouth.
It seems your only task is to simply lie there. Poochie is more than happy to fuck your face as he bathes your stiff pecker with his dripping tongue, coating your groin with his silky saliva. His slick slender dick pumps through your lips and across your tongue. You can feel it pulse and tremble in your mouth. You open your legs wider as his lapping becomes more fevered.
Who would have thought being licked like a girl would turn you on so much?
Poochie's hips buck faster and his doggie dick sloshes in and out of your mouth wetly due to your slobbering and his bountiful pre-cum. You time your swallows as he pulls out to keep from drooling all over the doggie bed.
Your hands clench into fists as you feel an orgasm begin to bubble in your balls. Your hips involuntarily jerk. Poochie laps at your stiff dick feverishly. You moan around the canine cock in your mouth.
It's evident your master planned synchronized orgasms. His spooge fills your mouth just as you feel a jet of cum spurt out of your own cock. It's all you can do to ride out the orgasm to swallow several mouthfuls of his seed. He persists in lapping at your groin, making you squirm and moan as he unloads in your mouth.
When he's finally drained he jerks his hips back, relieving your mouth of his rod, but he still yet continues to slather his hot sopping tongue across your cock and balls, causing you to writhe and mewl with torturous pleasure. You reach out your hands to get him to stop but quickly pull them back when he growls. You let out a girly whimper as resumes licking your over-sensitive post-orgasmic cockhead.
He realize what he's doing: establishing dominance. Even though he's pleasured you orally, he wants you to know it was for him, not for you. And that means he'll stop when he wants to.
And finally, he does stop, much to your relief. He shifts around and slides against you with his back to you. His head comes around and he gently takes your wrist in his mouth, pulling your arm over him. Apparently you're to warm him as he sleeps. You curl around him, cuddling against him, and you stroke his belly with your fingers. You can tell your master likes that.
You fall asleep, nuzzling your face into the soft fur of his neck.
[[Zzz!|0016 WakeUpBitch]]You wake up abruptly when Poochie licks your face. You up and yawn, stretching your arms out. You're surprised by how well you slept in the doggie bed with Poochie. Your canine master holds the leash in his mouth, presenting it to you. You obediently take it and clip it to your collar.
Poochie gives the leash a yank, urging you to your feet, and then pulls you along to the bathroom. At first, you intend to pee while standing but Pooche nudges his muzzle hard against your ass. You turn and and sit down on the toilet to pee and that appears to meet with his approval.
Once your bladder is empty and you've washed your hands, you follow Poochie back to the bedroom. The cook is up now, rubbing his piggy eyes. He looks at the two of you and nods.
"Today begin," he says, hoisting himself out of bed.
The cook and your master walk side-by-side down the corridor towards the galley with you loyally following behind. The stares and snickers of the beast-men in the corridor don't much bother you anymore. You've found your place and you're actually quite happy with it.
At the galley, the cook prepares a massive meal of what looks like eggs, ham, and potatoes. Most of the food goes into containers that people come in and take away. But after a couple hours he seems to be done. He takes what's left and heaps two large portions on two platters. One he takes for himself and the other he sets on the floor for Poochie.
Hunger gnaws at your stomach as you jealously watch them eat. You wonder why the cook hadn't provided any food for you. But after a while Poochie raises his head and licks his chops. He noses the platter of remaining food in your direction and you sit down on the floor. With a nod of his head, he seems to give you permission to eat his leftovers. You stroke his fur in thanks and kiss his wet nose and promptly dig in to your breakfast with your fingers.
Poochie is a good master. He's left you enough food to fill your belly.
"Do dishes," the cook orders as soon as your done. He points to a humongous pile of pots and pans and other cooking utensils stacked in a sink. The cook had made a real mess making breakfast.
An hour into doing dishes, and barely making a dent, you feel Poochie nestle his wet muzzle against your thigh and ass. You look over your shoulder to see that your master is obviously ready for some action.
[[Well fuck me.|0017 GetFucked]]You smile and get down on your hands and knees to accommodate him. Moments later you're huffing and panting while your master roughly fucks your bottom. To your surprise, Poochie fills your guts with his seed instead of pulling out. A warmth spreads inside you and you feel yourself grin. He's accepted you as his mate.
Spent, Poochie dismounts and goes to his corner for a nap. You feel his cum drip down your thighs and legs as you resume your dishwashing duties. You didn't get off this time but you're sure Poochie will take his time this afternoon and the both of you are certain to enjoy that.
@@.kash;"Hey!"@@ you hear from behind you. You look back but nobody is there.
@@.kash;"I'm in the storage closet, you daft bint! Get in here!"@@
You recognize Kash's voice now. Thinking fast, you wave your hand to get the cook's attention and then you point to the storage closet and then to the dishes.
@@.cook;"Huh,"@@ he says, nodding.
You're not sure if he thinks you need soap or another sponge or whatever, but he's clearly given you permission to go get whatever it is. You'll just have to find something and come back with it.
You slip through the curtain that serves as a door to the dark storage closet and see Kash standing within, her hands on her hips.
@@.kash;"Just what are you up to, you noddy dip?"@@
You shrug. It's rather hard to explain that you've somehow become the bitch of an unusually intelligent dog-thing.
Kash's eyebrows go up. @@.kash;"Really?"@@
You nod. You guess it was easy to explain after all, since she can read your thoughts.
@@.kash;"Wow. Didn't see that coming, mate. I mean, no judgment from me, you fuckin' weirdo."@@
You frown at her. Yeah, thanks.
She laughs. @@.kash;"Well have you even tried looking for a power supply? Or are you hoping for a miracle that lets you poop out puppies for your doggie boyfriend so he'll have to make an honest gal of ya?"@@
You scratch your head and shrug. How does she expect you to find something you've never seen in a place you've never been and being completely mute on top of that?
@@.kash;"Oi, I get it, mate,"@@ she says, waving her hand in dismissal. @@.kash;"I left you with a deck stacked against you. It wasn't proper of me but I don't need an ear-bashing over it. I'm here to help, ain't I? We'll get the power supply together and you won't have to snog a dog ever again."@@
[[Actually, I'm happy where I am now.|0018 HappyBitch]]
[[Yes, please, let's get outta this wacky place!|0018 Escape]]You shake your head. You're happy being Poochie's bitch. And he's just accepted you as his mate! Life here is pretty good, actually.
"That right?" Kash looks surprised but she quickly grins. "Well, Hell! I did it! I win!"
She dances in a circle, waving her wand in the air.
"WooOOOooo!"
You clap your hand over your mouth to keep from snorting.
"Right, well... that's real keen, mate! I'm happy you're happy! So, is there anything I can do for you before I pop off for good?"
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0019 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0019 GoGirl]]
[[What about my voice?|0019 MyVoice]]You really think you'd like to get out of here now.
@@.kash;"No joke,"@@ Kash says, laughing. @@.kash;"But no worries, mate, I've a plan! Actually, no, I've no plan. But we'll, you know, get it sorted. One step at a time and all that rot."@@
You frown are her unconvincing promise.
@@.kash;"Oi, don't give me that face. You look like you've sucked a lemon. I mean, instead of a puppy dog."@@ She giggles madly. @@.kash;"Sorry, twas just too easy a laugh!"@@
You continue to frown.
@@.kash;"Right, so, let's jet! You create a commotion here in this whatever room and then go bolting out, all scared-like. The fat bloke and the puppy will rush to your aid, wonderin' what's spooked you, and you'll be able to slip off into the corridor. From there I can direct you to the engine room where we can grab a power supply and pop off."@@
You're not sure that sounds like a very good plan at all.
@@.kash;"Bit barmy, sure enough, but unless you got a better idea, make with the clangin' and bangin' already."@@
Kash gestures around the room at all the boxes and shelves around the room.
Shrugging, you decide to get on with the plan. You're not sure how much noise you'll be able to make in this small room, though. You reach over to tip one of the ends of a shelf up. Everything on it goes sliding off the other side and something, you're not sure exactly what, hits something else inside one of the crates.
<b>!POW!</b>
There's a room-shaking boom and a lot of smoke. You're forced stumbling back out of the storage closet by the shockwave and the vapors and land on your ass in the kitchen.
@@.cook;"What do?!"@@ the cook demands, lumbering past you to get into the storage closet.
Poochie is nowhere to be seen. He must have scampered off at the sound of the explosion.
@@.kash;"Smashing!"@@ Kash says, popping into existence beside you. @@.kash;"C'mon, ya silly goose, let's leg it!"@@
You get to your feet and rush after Kash as she bolts out into the corridor. Some of the beast-men going about their duties stop to watch you sprinting by but it seems none of them know what to make of a naked girly-boy sprinting down the hallway.
@@.kash;"In here!"@@ Kash shouts, making a skidding turn to the left.
You careen after her, heaving in breaths and sweating hard. But it seems this new body of yours is quite a bit more athletic than your previous one, because you're pretty sure you would have never been up to keep up with her before.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
@@.kash;"Those are what we need, mate!"@@ Kash says.
You look at one of the vacuum tubes. It doesn't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck it right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can find to use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube.|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around the engine room.|0019 LookAround]]<<set $savedspirateship to true>>\
You shake your head. No telling what will happen if you yank that glowing tube out of the engine whatever machine.
A row of under-counter cabinets line the back wall. You run over to them and fling them open, peering inside for one of the glowing vaccuum tubes.
Unfortunately, you find nothing of use.
A bark behind you makes you jump. Poochie comes scampering into the room towards you. You hurriedly jump on top of the countertop.
@@.kash;"Oi, this your doggo boyfriend, then?"@@ Kash asks, giggling. @@.kash;"Real cute mutt, innit?"@@
Poochie stops below you and looks up at you perched on the countertop. He whimpers and paws at the ground.
Great. You're getting a guilt trip from a dog... thing.
But luckily, here on the countertop, you see what you need: one of the glowing vaccuum tubes sits on a high shelf in the corner of the room, obscured from view below. You scamper across the countertop and jump up to grab it.
@@.kash;"Oi, put it up to my wand!"@@ Kash says, reaching her wand to you.
You glance back at Poochie and give him a goodbye wave. He whimpers and ducks his head.
Then you hold up the power supply to Kash's wand and with a <b>!POP!</b> you're gone.
[[Somewhere else?|0200 Otherwhere]]You shake your head. You don't need anything else -- your master likes you just the way you are. And so do you!
@@.kash;"Brilliant!"@@ Kash says, smiling. @@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POP!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
You grab a crusty sponge from one of the crates in the storage closet and slip back out of the curtains into the kitchen. When you resume washing the dishes, the cook looks over at you but doesn't say anything. He just smiles and returns to chopping up some meat.
You glance over at your master sleeping in his corner under the countertops. You smile as you feel a delightful shiver ripple through your body. He'll be waking up soon wanting some afternoon tail. Grinning, you head to the storage room to get the bucket and sponge.
@@.notice;THE END: POOCHIE'S BITCH@@You think about being a real woman, tits and puss and all.
@@.kash;"Oh,"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"Wellllll... it's not exactly allowed... but I suppose I could use some power from another case I'm working on to help you out. I mean, sure, why not? You're not going to tell anyone!"@@ she says, laughing. @@.kash;"Sorry. Inconsiderate! But yeah, totally. What kinda crumpet you wanna be, babe? You just want a cunt? Or do you want some tits, too? Or do you want, like, a lot of everything? Or... maybe you want to be a puppy-girl so you can, you know, have a family with your doggie dude? I can use the DNA you've 'ahem' collected 'ahem' to make that happen."@@
Wow, she can really do that?
@@.kash;"Yep! So what'll it be?"@@
[[Just as I am but with a vagina instead of cock and balls.|0020 Petite]]
[[Make me a hottie with nice tits and a round ass and a sweet puss.|0020 Hottie]]
[[Max me out, boobies and booty and a fat, juicy pussy!|0020 Buxom]]
[[Puppy-girl me. Definitely.|0020 PuppyGirl]]<<display "SUB - MY VOICE">>\
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0019 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0019 GoGirl]]You think about being a puppy-girl.
@@.kash;"You got it!"@@
Kash whacks you on the head with her wand. You let out an upset yip. Yip? Yep! You look over yourself and see that you're a total girl now: nice perky B-cup boobies and a round, fit ass and a pair of adorably puffy pussy lips between your legs underneath a patch of puffy pink fur. In addition, a doggie tail swishes happily from the base of your spine and you can feel a pair of floppy dog ears on your head.
@@.kash;"Yowza, you came out cute!"@@ Kash says, grinning. @@.kash;"That canine Casanova of yours won't be able to keep his red rocket out of your steamy slit, sister!"@@
You smile and shrug. You do feel awfully happy now!
@@.kash;"No worries on the change, either. The magic makes them think you've always been this way."@@
Oh? Well that's good!
@@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life, you canine cutie!"@@
And with a <b>!POP!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
You grab a crusty sponge from one of the crates in the storage closet and slip back out of the curtains into the kitchen. When you resume washing the dishes, the cook looks over at you but doesn't say anything. He just smiles and returns to chopping up some meat.
You glance over at your master sleeping in his corner under the countertops. He'll be waking up soon, wanting some afternoon tail.
And you're ready for him, tail and all!
@@.notice;THE END: POOCHIE'S BITCH@@<<display "SUB - GO PETITE">>\
<<display "END - POOCHIE'S BITCH">>\<<display "SUB - GO HOTTIE">>\
<<display "END - POOCHIE'S BITCH">>\<<display "SUB - GO BUXOM">>\
<<display "END - POOCHIE'S BITCH">>\A shower? Heck yes please! You rush over to the showers and thankfully find the setup to be familiar: on the wall underneath each showerhead is a knob for hot and a knob for cold. You crank on one of the shower sprays and adjust the temperature to suit. You see a button labeled 'Soap' so you press it. The spray sputters and some soapy water rains down on you.
In no time, you're squeaky clean. Quite wet, and no towel in sight, but at least you got that filth off. Time to continue the adventure!
It doesn't take you but a moment to find a door. But it won't open. You tug on it and bump your fists against it but it doesn't budge. There has to be another way out.
Wandering around the bathroom, your bare feet slapping wetly on the damp tiles of the bathroom, you come upon another opening in the wall. This vent seems to continue in the direction you were going.
Back and hands and knees, you start crawling through this new shaft. Thankfully this particular shaft is surprisingly clean. You crawl along it, your damp skin squeaking on the metal.
In a couple minutes, your muscles again aching with cramped exertion and covered in a sheen of sticky sweat, you spot another grated vent cover. When you make it to the grating, you peer through it. The room on the other side is all white. It's hard to make out any features in the room because it is brightly lit and the white walls and floor seem to glow.
You press your slender fingers against the grated cover preventing you from entering the room and you find it to be fairly loose. With both hands on the cover, you put your weight against it to see if it will budge. The grating gives way with a loud creak and bends off to the side. You carefully slither through the gap and slip into the white room.
You stand up and breath a sigh of relief as you bend backwards to relieve the kink in your back.
@@.leema;"Just WHAT are you doing?"@@
[[Ah heck.|0017 Caught]]<<set $dirty to true>>\
You shake your head. Who cares about being a little dirty? Or, you know, a LOT dirty?
It doesn't take you but a moment to find a door. But it won't open. You tug on it and bump your fists against it but it doesn't budge. There has to be another way out.
Wandering around the bathroom, your bare feet slapping wetly on the damp tiles of the bathroom, you come upon another opening in the wall. This vent seems to continue in the direction you were going.
Back and hands and knees, you start crawling through this new shaft. It's surprisingly clean, actually, but you're making a good effort of dirtying it up with your soiled body.
In a couple minutes, your muscles again aching with cramped exertion and covered in a sheen of sticky sweat, you spot another grated vent cover. When you make it to the grating, you peer through it. The room on the other side is all white. It's hard to make out any features in the room because it is brightly lit and the white walls and floor seem to glow.
You press your slender fingers against the grated cover preventing you from entering the room and you find it to be fairly loose. With both hands on the cover, you put your weight against it to see if it will budge. The grating gives way with a loud creak and bends off to the side. You carefully slither through the gap and slip into the white room.
You stand up and breath a sigh of relief as you bend backwards to relieve the kink in your back. When you look down to stretch out your neck, you see that your bare feet have left dirty, smeared footprints on the white tile floor.
@@.knob;"Hey, you!"@@ a booming voice shouts.
You look up to see a wiry man with veiny muscles and apparently not an ounce of fat on him glaring at you. He's only wearing tattered brown trousers and his face is... well, he looks like his parents were one hyena and one supermodel. So... he's ugly in a strangely attractive way.
@@.knob;"Why are you out of Junk Hall?"@@ he demands.
You shrug. You don't know what 'Junk Hall' is and you can't respond anyway.
@@.knob;"Get your ass over here you filthy bitch!"@@ he orders.
[[Nope! I escape back through the vent.|0017 VentAgain]]
[[Okay, well... walk over to the hyena-man.|0017 Junkhall]]<<set $seenleema to true>>\
You look up to see a tall, slender woman standing in the middle of the room. She's completely naked. Like the others you have seen aboard this ship, she is apparently not all human. She has very distinctive cat-like qualities that include large eyes, a smallish nose, and fluffy cat ears on the top of her head poking out of her well-styled, shoulder length auburn hair.
Her legs are shorter than average, though well-rounded and graceful just the same, and her torso is lengthy and well-muscled. Her breasts are jutting and perky, with dark pink areola and nipples. Between her legs, below a patch of pubic hair that seems to be more fur than hair, is a... genital pouch. At first, you might have thought it to be simply a furry ballsac that lacked the complimentary penis, but there is a curious slender opening at the crest of the pouch that suggests something hidden inside.
You look up to meet her eyes. She only glares at you, looking very annoyed at being disturbed.
@@.self;"Hnnnmmm,"@@ you whimper out in an attempted greeting. You gesture to her that you cannot speak and she seems to catch on.
@@.leema;"What's your name?"@@ she demands.
After thinking for a moment, you circle your hands in the air trying to spell out your name.
@@.leema;"Sweetie?"@@ she asks, her eyebrows raising. @@.leema;"Really?"@@
You look at her. You weren't trying to sign anything like 'sweetie' at all!
@@.leema;"Fine,"@@ she says, waving her hand dismissively. @@.leema;"I know for a fact you are not part of my crew. And that means you're a stowaway."@@
You shrug, not sure what to say about that. Or how.
@@.leema;"I am Captain Leema. By my authority you are hereby remanded to my custody pending investigation."@@
[[What can I do? Shrug again, that's what.|0018 Custody]]She walks over to a stack of clothing in the corner of the room and very efficiently gets dressed. Her outfit is a militaristic uniform and it's obviously custom-fitted for her trim, athletic figure.
@@.leema;"Come,"@@ she orders, snapping her fingers.
You follow her as she exits the room and struts down the corridor. She walks in an alluring way, with her hips swaying in a sexy manner despite her slender frame.
It seems Captain Leema is someone to be reckoned with, because the beastly men trundling up and down the hallway hardly throw a glance your way now.
You continue to follow her into another room, which looks to be a large bedroom. The door swishes shut behind you. She directs you to the corner of the room where a small bed and desk are contained inside of a cage.
With startling quickness, she pushes you into the cage and shuts the cell door.
@@.leema;"Consider this your quarters until I have completed my investigation,"@@ she says. @@.leema;"If you desire to stay inside this starship and not find yourself floating outside of it, then you will promptly return to your quarters at the end of your galley shift. Do you understand?"@@
You nod.
@@.leema;"I'd advise you to get some sleep."@@
She turns and strides across the room. A door on the other side of the room opens briefly, revealing what looks to be a bathroom, and she steps inside. The door swiftly shuts behind her.
You huff and put your hands on the bars of the cell door. To your amazement, the cell door pushes open in your hands. It apparently didn't latch locked when the cat-like captain closed it.
[[It's a trap! I pull the cell door closed.|0017 Prisoner]]
[[I get out of the cell, of course!|0017 Escape]]Fuck that! You quickly scrabble back into the vent.
@@.knob;"Hey!"@@ he yells after you -- but you've already shimmied far down the shaft by the time his face appears at the opening, snarling and scowling. @@.knob;"Get back here!"@@
Nooope! You continue to crawl back the way you came.
Unfortunately, due to your hasty scrambling, the section of the shaft that you're hustling through suddenly shakes loose with a metallic squeal. You find yourself sliding downward. You claw for some sort of handhold but the smooth metal provides no grip whatsoever.
You tumble right out of the end of the buckled shaft. You flail your arms and legs as you fall into a large, dimly-lit room.
Sure do wish you could scream right now.
With a <b>!PFAFF!</b> you land on some soft fabric. Rags. Sheets. Blankets. Towels. The middle of the room is completely piled with them. And they're dirty and stinky, just like you. But thankfully it all seems to be oil and grease and not poop.
You clamber off the pile and get your filthy feet back on solid ground.
This room is dark and dingy. The air is humid and smells like hot metal. A faint grinding hum radiates from the walls around you.
If starships have 'below decks' like sea-ships do, that's where you'd guess you are.
There appears to be only one doorway in the room -- though really it's more of a huge hole in the wall that has some metal bars welded around it.
[[Go out the door. Err, the hole. The door hole.|0018 DoorHole]]When you walk over, the hyena-man snatches the back of your neck in his hand and pulls you out of the room and into a wide corridor with him. You stumble along beside him as you're quite unable to put up any resistance against his strength.
@@.knob;"You know you're not allowed in the sun room without an escort,"@@ he chides, smacking the side of your head. "And you didn't even shower! Now I gotta to clean up the mess you made!"
You try to make an apologetic noise and it comes out as an unintentionally cute squeak. This only seems to further incense him as the grip on your neck tightens.
@@.knob;"Look, you dirty bitch, I know you gotta get your sun rations but you gotta follow the damn rules,"@@ he says.
The two of you pass a tall and slender woman with cat-like features. She's quite attractive and wearing a well-fitted militaristic uniform. The hyena-man greets her submissively as she passes but she doesn't deign to look upon either of you.
He tugs you down the corridor for a long while and then turns into another room. The large space inside is cluttered with metal and plastic junk from floor to ceiling. Oil oozes down stacks of debris, grease bubbles out of smashed metal machines, and the floor is coated with a black muck with rainbow swirls of brilliant colors.
It's clear he must have thought you work here, given your obscene uncleanliness. It's also clear he thinks you're not any more valuable than the rubbish in this room.
He places his hand on your cheek and presses his thumb through your lips. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as he forces your jaw open. He licks his lips as he inspects your mouth.
@@.knob;"Looks hot and wet in there,"@@ he says. @@.knob;"And clean, too, unlike the rest of your nasty ass."@@ He squishes his thumb down on your tongue, rubbing it back and forth, and smirks.
@@.knob;"Lucky for you, I already got two strikes on me,"@@ he says, sneering. @@.knob;"So I've got a REQUEST. And I'll do you a favor, too. So maybe you put this little mouth of yours to work on me and I won't report you for being unescorted in the sun room. Whatcha say, you filthy little whore?"@@
[[Okay, blowies it is.|0018 BlowJ]]
[[Err no, not going to suck off a hyena. Thanks.|0018 Nope]]It's difficult to nod with the hyena-man holding your face, but you manage to do it. A terrifyingly wide grin spreads across his handsome/hideous face.
He lets go of you and you sink to your knees in the muck. The hyena-man quickly unfastens his trousers and presents his already hardening prick to your face. It's a short, meaty thing and mostly human-looking outside of the tip, which simply narrows to a piss-slit instead of having an actual cockhead. You suppose it'll go down easier this way.
The hyena-man doesn't wait. He pushes your head towards his groin and you open your mouth to keep from getting jabbed in the eye or nose with the damn thing. His cock slides right into your lips and over your tongue and just barely tickles the back of your throat. You place your dirty hands on his thighs, smearing his pants with grime, but he doesn't seem to care. He starts bucking his hips into your face.
As far as giving blowjobs goes, this has to be one of the easiest in history. His smooth prick just slips in and out of your mouth, causing no discomfort or gagging at all. You don't even have to do any work because he's basically just fucking your mouth. You can taste his slightly salty pre-cum on your tongue.
A minute later he pulls his cock from your lips. You look up at him, wondering why he didn't finish.
Panting, he says, @@.knob;"Maybe I wanna change our deal, scum-cunt. See, I won't report you, still, and I won't even add hours to your shift -- if I can get my cock in them shit pipes of yours."@@
You blink a few times as you look up at him. Seems like he wants to bum-fuck you.
[[Nope. We made a deal on a BJ and that's the deal.|0019 ContinueBJ]]
[[Okay why not with this slender thing no biggie. Hah.|0019 GetFucked]]You shake your head. No way are you going to give this asshole a blowjob!
He snarls at you and shoves you away. You stumble and fall on your butt in the muck that covers the ground.
@@.knob;"Filthy little tease,"@@ he says, sneering at you. @@.knob;"You better learn your place -- and fast!"@@
He hacks up a mouthful of saliva and spews it at you, splattering your hip and stomach with gooey spit.
@@.knob;"Get to work, filthy slut,"@@ he says. Then he turns and lopes off out of the room.
You stand up and wipe off his spittle as best you can and then look around the room.
[[Guess I best figure out how to 'get to work' already.|0020 Junkhaller]]
[[Time to get the heck out of here!|0020 WipeDownPrev]]You shake your head. The deal was for a blowjob and that's it!
The hyena-man snarls but promptly shoves his smooth cock back into your mouth. He resumes bucking his hips against your face, grunting, as his slender slick prick easily glides in and out of your mouth.
Soon he's trembling and panting as he continues to face-fuck you. You can tell he's close and you're sure he's not about to let you out of his grip, so you prepare to swallow the load he's about to spew into your mouth.
But he slides his slippery dick out of your mouth and pumps it with his hand a few times. His tapered tip spluts spurt after spurt of thin, syrupy semen, dousing your face and chest.
He cackles at you as you look up at him, trying to blink runny cum from your eye. Then his leg comes up and he shoves you onto your back with his foot. You land in the muck with a gross plop.
@@.knob;"You need a fnarkin' shower,"@@ he says, a wicked edge to his voice.
Suddenly he releases a stream of hot piss from his softening dick, splashing steamy urine on your feet and legs. He cackles as you squirm away from the spray.
Once finished relieving himself, he shakes himself off and tucks himself away. After buttoning up his trousers, he hacks up a mouthful of saliva and spews it at you, splattering your hip and stomach with gooey spit.
@@.knob;"Get to work, filthy slut,"@@ he says. Then he turns and lopes off out of the room.
You stand up and wipe off his spittle as best you can. The heady aroma of his piss stings your nostrils.
You look around the room.
[[Guess I best figure out how to 'get to work' already.|0020 Junkhaller]]
[[Time to get the heck out of here!|0020 WipeDownPrev]]You shrug and nod. He grins again and suddenly shoves you backward. You land in the muck on your back and he quickly sinks to his knees between your legs. He pulls your legs up so that your ankles are on his shoulders. Your feet drip gooey slime onto him but he doesn't appear to give a shit.
His slender prick prods at your asshole and, thanks to its unique shape and the way its drooling pre-cum, his cock slips right inside you all the way to the hilt. Despite the ease of entry, you gasp at the sensation of being invaded. He grins at your response.
Without hesitation, the hyena-man starts pumping his hips against your ass. Squicky sounds fill the room as your body wallows in the oily sludge, bouncing and trembling with his thrusts.
He grips your thighs in his hands and spears your ass with his cock, over and over, faster and faster. His grunts become more and more excited. Loud. Feral.
You feel your own orgasm approaching as well. You press the back of your head against the grimy ground and your mouth falls open, panting.
But then the hyena-man slips his cock from your ass and brings his hand to it, jerking it between your legs. He douses your chest and thighs and groin with spurt after spurt of thin, syrupy semen.
You look at him, frowning, as you feel your impending orgasm quickly evaporate to nothing but dissatisfaction.
Fuck! Why does this keep happening?
@@.knob;"Don't gimme that look, you greasy bitch,"@@ he says, scowling. @@.knob;"I'd never give a scum-cunt like you the pleasure of having my seed."@@
He pushes your legs off of him, forcing you to lie on your side in the muck.
@@.knob;"You need a fnarkin' shower,"@@ he says, a wicked edge to his voice.
Suddenly he releases a stream of hot piss from his softening dick, splashing steamy urine on your feet and legs. He cackles as you squirm away from the spray.
Once finished relieving himself, he shakes himself off and tucks himself away. After buttoning up his trousers, he hacks up a mouthful of saliva and spews it at you, splattering your hip and stomach with gooey spit.
@@.knob;"Get to work, filthy slut,"@@ he says. Then he turns and lopes off out of the room.
You stand up and wipe off his spittle as best you can. The heady aroma of his piss stings your nostrils.
You look around the room.
[[Guess I best figure out how to 'get to work' already.|0020 Junkhaller]]
[[Time to get the heck out of here!|0020 WipeDownPrev]]<<set $getworking to true>>\
Shrugging, you wander around the room looking for some sort of indication of the work that is supposed to take place in this room.
You find several hatches arranged in a horizontal line on one of the walls. They're labeled: polymers, alloys, synthetics, amalgams, composites, reductions, residuals, and so on. It appears that you're supposed to sort the junk and place it into these hatches. Unfortunately, the labels don't mean much to you so you're uncertain what should go where.
Shuffling your bare feet through the slimy gunk underfoot, you look around the room some more, thinking perhaps there's a chart or some sort of instructions somewhere.
In one corner of the room, you discover some lockers. All but one of them are locked and when you check inside the unlocked one, you find a white hard-hat with a small spotlight attached to the front. You shrug and plunk it onto your head. Now you feel like a more official Junk Hall worker... or whatever you're supposed to be.
You also find a large box of what appear to be industrial-sized wet wipes. You rip open one of the packages and take a look at the dampened towel inside. With a few of these, you figure, you could probably get at least somewhat cleaner.
[[Uh, yeah! Wipe myself down already!|0020 WipeDown]]
[[Nah, forget it. Dirty is as dirty does.|0021 Filthy]]<<set $dirty to false>>\
You're not going to pass by another opportunity to clean up, especially now that you seem to have all the time in the world to do it.
The large wipes are unusually effective. One rub over your skin and that portion of your body instantly becomes squeaky clean. Four of the towelettes later and you're free of grime from head to ankle. You can't clean your feet, unfortunately, because you're standing in a room full of muck, but you stuff one of the packaged wipes under your headlighted helmet for later use.
Now that you're free of filthy, you'd rather not touch anything in this room. You're even careful with your footsteps so as to not splash gunk onto your legs again.
You switch on your hard-hat spotlight and try to stay to the side of the room, as the middle has the deeper muck. As you tip-toe along, you notice something that didn't catch your attention previously: a door. With all the grime on the walls, it's hard to make it out, but your flashlight helps. It's definitely a doorway and there's a smudged sign above it that reads: 'Engine Room #2'
Can it really be this easy?
You give the latch on the door a tug. With a metallic burp, the door pops open. Cool air wafts over you from the other side.
You peer in to see a narrow, dimly-lit passageway that leads off into the darkness. A few steps in and you realize that the floor of the passageway, though rough under your feet, is quite clean. So you take out your saved wet nap and wipe down your feet and toes and ankles. But you obviously don't want to litter, so you carry the soiled towelette in your hand as you continue down the passageway.
It ends in another doorway and this door pops open when you try the latch, too.
It's quite clear you're in the engine room now. An engine room, anyway. Engine room number two, to be precise, if the sign above the passageway that lead you here is to be trusted.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
You suppose those glowing tubes are what Kash needs to power her wand. You take a look at them. The tubes don't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck one right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around for an alternative|0021 LookAround]]You stick your tongue out and make a noise: "Plllbrrrfff." You toss the large towelette into the locker and slam it shut. Being dirty is a fundamental right. Plus, you're a Junk Hall worker or whatever. Of course you're going to be a little dirty! Or a lot. Or, like, the most dirty you can probably actually ever get. So what.
After clicking on your hard-hat spotlight, you continue searching the room. Besides piles and piles of junk, there's nothing else to be found. You tug at some of the stuff in the stacks, splattering yourself with more oil and grease and who knows what, but you haven't found anything useful so far. You don't even know what you're looking for, honestly.
@@.rager;"Just what the fuck-all are you doin', swab?"@@ a rumbling voice behind you demands.
You turn around to see a large man behind you. He's wearing denim coveralls. He's mostly human though there's definitely some shark to him, especially his inky black eyes and mouthful of fierce teeth.
@@.rager;"Well?"@@ he asks, crossing his arms.
Once again you gesture that you cannot speak.
He grunts and shakes his head. "I get it. One of those whales dented your voicebox with their ridiculous dicks and then they had you transferred to Junk Hall as damaged goods." He huffs and rolls his eyes and mumbles about always getting the dregs reassigned to his department.
You only shrug, having no way to refute his story and no reason to do so, anyway.
He looks you over again and smiles. @@.rager;"You sure as hell don't mind gettin' dirty, do you?"@@
You shake your head. After all, you've passed up several opportunities to clean yourself up.
@@.rager;"I like that,"@@ he says, showing off his mouthful of sharp teeth. @@.rager;"Naked and fnarkin' filthy. Hah! You and I are gonna be real pals, I can tell. My name's Rager. What's yours?"@@
After thinking for a moment, you attempt to sign your name in the air for him.
He shakes his head and says, @@.rager;"I dunno what the fuck all that means. I'm just going to call you... Raunchy. Yeah! That's perfect."@@
You shrug. Okay, whatever.
He looks you over again and chuckles. @@.rager;"You're a real hot mess, aren't you, Raunchy?"@@
You shrug yet again, feeling yourself grin. It was a compliment, after all. Wasn't it?
@@.rager;"How about you let me drill that grubby little ass of yours? It's been a long day and I didn't manage to swing by the Cocksock Clinic. I could use some release, you know?"@@
[[Fuck it. Or me, actually. Let's get nasty!|0022 Bummed]]
[[Uhh... wtf? Nope.|0022 NoWay]]Time to get the hell outta this polluted place.
Shuffling your bare feet through the slimy gunk underfoot, you look around the room, thinking there's got to be another way out of here besides the main corridor.
In one corner of the room, you discover some lockers. All but one of them are locked and when you check inside the unlocked one, you find a white hard-hat with a small spotlight attached to the front. You shrug and plunk it onto your head. Now you feel like a more official Junk Hall worker... or whatever you're supposed to be.
You also find a large box of what appear to be industrial-sized wet wipes. You rip open one of the packages and take a look at the dampened towel inside. With a few of these, you figure, you could probably get at least somewhat cleaner.
<<display "0020 WipeDown">>\You decide to look around instead of plucking one of those glowing tubes right out of one of the machines. No telling what that would do!
But several minutes later, you've found nothing. The cabinets and counters in this room only hold an array of strange tools and odd-sided nuts and bolts.
@@.bett;"Maintenance lass,"@@ a husky but feminine voice asks from behind you.
You turn around to find a large woman in overalls standing a few feet away from you, her hands on her wide hips. Her massive breasts are not contained by her clothing but instead are uncovered and free, the straps of her overalls pushed around the sides of her boulder boobs at her shoulders. Her nipples are as large as tea cups, inverted and puckered, and the groin of her overalls bulges with what appears to be a worryingly large but thankfully dormant snake.
But that's obviously her cock. And yeah, it's humongous.
Her floppy ears and small dark pink nose are remarkably cow-like but she is undeniably adorable notwithstanding her odd features.
@@.bett;"What's your assignment here?"@@ the huge-titted woman asks you.
For the kabillionth time (not really) you gesture that you're unable to talk.
@@.bett;"Can't speak? Fine."@@ She spies the soiled towelette in your hand and says, @@.bett;"Cleaning duty, I see. And judging by that rag, you've really been at it." She gazes around the engine room. "Can't see much difference, but I suppose it would take ten of you ten years to clear out this damn dust."@@
You shrug.
@@.bett;"Who's your supervisor? Oh, right, sorry. Well, more's the pity that I'm not your supervisor, I say. I would really enjoy a mute cutie like you at my side. Fine to look at and keeps her mouth shut. It'd be a dream, I tell you."@@
You shrug again.
@@.bett;"You know what? Fuck it. You're on my crew now. Welcome to the Lucky Losers! If your supervisor comes nosing around, I'll deal with him fair and square. My name's Bettesa and you're with me now, got it?"!!
You nod, supposing just about anything would be better than Junk Hall. Then you point to the glowing vaccuum tube attached to one of the four large machines in the room. You wave to it, signaling that you want to take it.
She frowns. @@.bett;"What are you saying?"@@
You perform the same gesture, hoping she'll understand that you want one of the glowing vaccuum tubes.
She nods slowly. @@.bett;"Oh, okay. You're supposed to swap out the power conduits?"@@
You nod. You suppose that's kind of what you want.
@@.bett;"Well you know you can't do that until the next down-cycle. It's a couple hours away."@@
Well, shit.
@@.bett;"Tell you what, let's get you drafted into my crew in the mean time. We'll set you up with a crew tattoo. Follow me."@@
[[Well then, I follow her.|0022 Tattoo]]
[[Did she say tattoo? Time to 'nope' outta here!|0022 Retreat]]<<set $stamped to true>>\
You follow behind her, your bare feet slapping along the corridor as you go. You get plenty of hungry looks from the oversized beast-men traversing the hallway but they don't prolong their gazes once they see Bettesa is leading you.
The two of you enter a white room with what looks like a massage table in the center.
@@.bett;"Okay, since you're obviously not interested in clothes, I won't even try to get you to wear the uniform."@@
You frown. You didn't actually decide to be naked, it just sort of happened. But Bettesa's not paying attention.
@@.bett;"But still, you gotta have a signifier that you're part of my crew. So you're just gonna have to get the crew tattoo. It'll have to be sort of prominent in your case, of course. Hop right up on the lounger there."@@
You have pretty much launch yourself from a squat to get up on the high table. You turn around to sit on it while you watch Bettesa prepare for the tattoo. A panel opens in the wall and she douses her hands with what must be soap or sanitizer of some kind. Then she snaps on some gloves and retrieves a bulky device that she holds in two hands.
@@.bett;"On your tummy, girl,"@@ she says.
You're given to wonder, in the moment, why everyone is referring you to 'she' and 'her' and 'girl' all the time when they can obviously see you have a cock and balls. Though admittedly, your cute little package is about as girly as a cock and balls can get. Especially if held in consideration to her obviously monsterous cock.
@@.bett;"Turn over, I said. C'mon, it won't hurt that much."@@
You lie down on your stomach, hands above your head, and rest your cheek so that you can look at what she's doing. It's apparent that the tattoo is going on your back.
And as she settles the machine in place, it's apparent that the tattoo is going on your lower back. Low lower back. Like, just right above your bum.
The buzzing of a million angry bees hails a burning, stinging, prickling pain across your back. You let out a girly squeak and kick your feet and clamp the sides of the table in your hands.
@@.bett;"Hold on, honey,"@@ she cooes, patting your head. @@.bett;"Almost done."@@
You let out a shivering sigh when the sound and pain suddenly stops. You feel tears welling in your eyes. That was not the most pleasant experience.
Bettesa stows away the machine while you continue to lie there, recovering. She comes back to the table with a bottle of something and you whimper out an appreciative moan when she plies your lower back with some sort of cold and delightfully tingly gel.
@@.bett;"There you go, baby,"@@ she says. @@.bett;"Imma take care of you, okay?"@@
You nod and she smiles.
@@.bett;"It came out really nice,"@@ she says. @@.bett;"Come see."@@
She helps you from the table and walks you over to a blank wall. A large mirror revolves out of the wall and she turns you around so you can look at the tattoo over your shoulder.
It's clearly a tramp stamp. It's curly and girly and purple and pink. Wrapped in the abstract vine-like loops is elegant cursive script that reads: "Lucky Loser"
[[Well... that's interesting.|0023 BettesaHookup]]Tattoo? No thanks! The cow-like lady smiles at you and you smile back -- and then turn and sprint away.
@@.bett;"Hey!"@@
You don't look back as you make a mad scramble to escape. Unfortunately, you're in such a rush that you pass the narrow passageway that lead you here. And now you're sort of... lost.
Fortunately, you notice another passageway and quickly duck through it. Pitter-pattering on your petite bare feet, you haul your little ass down the hallway until you come upon a steel door at the end.
You throw open the door and hustle into the next room. And you're immediately surrounded by eight foot tall grasshoppers and ants and praying mantises. Half-human, half-insect, the lot of them. They're all clothed in ornate robes and dresses; finely made and with intricate detailing.
@@.rager;"The Charitable Carrier!"@@ one of the grasshopper guys shouts.
The rest of the insect people cheer and chitter in response.
@@.rager;"I am The Most High Singer, Patrick,"@@ the grasshopper guy says to you. @@.rager;"We are honored by your presence."@@
Patrick, huh? A grasshopper guy named Patrick. Sure, why not?
@@.rager;"This way, please,"@@ Patrick says, gesturing for you to walk next to him. Surrounded by insect-people who also start walking, you really have no choice.
@@.rager;"Our victory over our captors is all but assured now. With The Charitable Carrier at our side, we shall prevail!"@@
The insectoid crowd around you cheeps and chirps their excitement.
You're lead to a smaller room with what looks like an altar in the center. Well, fuck. Is this some sort of cult? Are they going to sacrifice you now?
The Most High Singer, Patrick, says, @@.rager;"Now we must ask that you bear the queenly eggs, so that our noble line remains unbroken."@@
The insect-folk around you all mumble and mutter the same phrase: @@.knob;"Please bear our eggs. Please bear our eggs."@@
@@.rager;"Charitable Carrier, gentleperson most benevolent, lone worthy one of our gracious gift, are you prepared to carry our righteous progeny in your fecund and plenteous womb?"@@
Err, womb? Don't they know you don't have one of those? Just where are they planning to put these eggs?!
[[Nod, because I'm somewhat curious and utterly reckless.|0023 Eggs]]
[[Shake my head. No thanks, bug-bros!|0023 NoEggs]]<<set $selfname to 'Sugar'>>\
The redness around the tattoo already seems to be fading away as the gel she plied the area with dries.
@@.bett;"Mmm, looks real good on you,"@@ Bettesa says, biting her lip and adjusting her bulge again. @@.bett;"Hey, we should probably do your name, too. You know, since you can't talk? What is your name, honey?"@@
Seeing nothing to use to write it down, you try to mime the letters of your name in the air for her.
@@.bett;"Your name's Sugar? Really?"@@
You frown at her. Where the hell did she get 'Sugar' from? You weren't signing anything like that at all!
@@.bett;"I like it,"@@ she says, not paying attention to you shaking your head. @@.bett;"Actually, I REALLY like it. C'mon, let's get it on you."@@
You sigh, resigning yourself to your fate, as Bettesa helps you back up on the table and prepares to tattoo you again. This time she has you lie on your back and places the device below your left collarbone. A few excruciating seconds later, she stows the device away again and slathers your new tattoo with the refreshing gel.
She helps you down from the table to the big mirror again. There, on your chest over your left nipple, is delicate script that reads: "Sugar"
@@.bett;"Perfect,"@@ Bettesa says, stroking your hair. The swelling in the groin of her overalls brushes against your upper arm. @@.bett;"Sorry,"@@ she says. @@.bett;"You got me a all hot and bothered, Sugar."@@
You glance at her and she grins at you.
@@.bett;"You, ah, wouldn't be interesting in helping a girl out, would you?"@@
Seeing your eyes go wide she adds, @@.bett;"I mean, not putting it in you, obviously. I don't want to hurt you, Sugar. But maybe... a little... playing around?"@@
Your gaze flits to the burgeoning crotch of her overalls and then back to her eyes. She bites her lip and shrugs, looking at you with a hopeful expression.
[[Well... I do want to see that big motherfucker...|0024 Yep]]
[[With that fat thing in her trousers? No fucking way!|0024 Nope]]Apparently completely out of your mind, you nod.
Bettesa the big cow-like woman smirks.
@@.bett;"This is what we'll do,"@@ she says, @@.bett;"first, you lie down."@@
You do as asked, lying on your back on the padded white floor, and Bettesa quickly relieves herself of her overalls. Her tremendous cock tumbles out, two feet long and thicker than your arm. It's mostly human-like but dark purple in color and with a broad fleshy ring around the middle of the shaft. The cockhead is flat with a protuberant brim circling the tip.
She grins at the horrified expression that must be on your face.
@@.bett;"Don't worry, Sugar, I'm not gonna hurt you,"@@ she promises.
Bettesa gets on her knees between your legs, flopping her monsterous semi-hard cock on your stomach and chest. It's soft and warm against your flesh. And heavy. Precum drools out of her fat flat tip onto your chest and neck.
She lifts your legs and presses your thighs together around her massive dong. Slowly, she slides it through your legs and across your stomach and chest. The tip bumps your chin.
@@.bett;"Lick it, Sugar,"@@ she says, adjusting her hips to bring her cockhead to to your lips.
You stick out your tongue and swipe it across her piss slit. The taste of her pre is pungent and earthy.
@@.bett;"Oh, yeah, baby,"@@ she says, fucking your thighs.
Every time her tip comes to your mouth she groans happily when you kiss or lick it.
The underside of her veiny shaft caresses against your own erection with every thrust, lubricated by her copious precum. The slippery sensation is quickly sets you off. You writhe under her massive cock as you release your load, adding your gooey cum to her natural lubricant.
Bettesa grins and continues to basically hotdog your entire body. After your orgasm subsides, you reach up and stroke her shaft with your hands, kissing and licking at her cockhead whenever it slides within range.
Soon you see the telltale signs on an impending release on Bettesa's face. Her cheeks become rosy and her breath becomes labored. Her jaw hangs open, so you your shift your foot off her shoulder and shove your toes in her mouth, grinning mischievously. Her eyes light up with glee as she suckles your toes.
An absolute torrent of sweltering jizz spews from Bettasa's piss slit, dousing your chest and neck and face. You gag and sputter as the syrupy semen invades your mouth and nose and eyes.
Bettesa spits out your foot and starts laughing between her panting moans as she releases several more surges of her sultry spunk all over you. You try to wipe your face and can't help but laugh along with her.
That was a ridiculous amount of cum!
You lie there for a while, absolutely plastered in spooge, as Bettesa tries to catch her breath kneeling between your legs.
Finally, she says, @@.bett;"That was real fun, Sugar."@@
[[It was fun.|0025 WasFun]]You bite your lip and shake your head. No way are you going to wrestle that monster snake in her pants.
She sighs but shrugs.
@@.bett;"No problem. I get it,"@@ she says. @@.bett;"Maybe some other time."@@
Betessa helps you off the table and gives you a gentle swat on the ass.
@@.bett;"Damn but that tramp stamp looks so good on you, Sugar."@@
You shrug, smiling.
@@.bett;"Well, I reckon you can go swap out power conduit now,"@@ she says. @@.bett;"Don't worry, no one will bother you none now that you're in my crew. Or I'll fuck 'em to death."@@
She laughs, but you're not sure just how much she's joking.
@@.bett;"Maybe... if you feel like it... you could, you know, stop by my quarters after? 314 is the number. I mean, just in case..."@@
You're about to somehow admit through gestures that you have no idea how to get back to the engine room, since you weren't paying attention, but Kash pops into existence beside Betessa in puff of blue-black smoke and holds her finger to her lips for you to be quiet.
Not that you could say anything.
So you just nod to Betessa. She grins and pats you on the head.
@@.bett;"See you soon...? Hopefully."@@
Betessa heads out of the shower block.
@@.kash;"What a cock!"@@ Kash squeals. @@.kash;"That thing is outrageous!"@@
You peek out of the shower block to make sure Betessa didn't hear that.
@@.kash;"Don't be daft, she can't hear me... Sugar."@@
Kash wiggles her eyebrows, looking at your 'Sugar' tattoo. You cross your arms and frown at her.
@@.kash;"Hey, don't blame me! You worked yourself into this mess,"@@ Kash says, sounding sassy. @@.kash;"And you totally passed up the opportunity to grab a power supply. What's with you, Sugar?"@@
You try to mime the explosion of the ship.
@@.kash;"Who cares if it exploderates? They're spirates! It's not like they're upstanding citizens of the universe, ya nitwit."@@ She huffs and rolls her eyes and then says, @@.kash;"Well, whatever. We can go back and grab one now, obviously. And yes, I figured out a way to get one without shattering the ship, okay? You sappy sissy. So let's jet, already, yeah? Unless... you wanna stay here?"@@
You take a moment to think.
[[Yes, I want to stay and be part of the Lucky Loser crew.|0026 LuckyLoser]]
[[No, get me out of this wacky place!|0026 Escape]]You smile and nod. It was fun.
@@.bett;"But maybe we ought to get up and have a shower, hmm?"@@
You nod again. It's probably a good idea unless you want to be glued to the floor with her gummy cum.
Betessa helps you to your feet and situates herself back in her overalls. Then she guides you down the main corridor to a locker room, where she strips off and gets into the showers with you. Her enormous cock dangles down like an elephant's trunk, wobbling about as she washes her hair. You smile at her. She's a very voluptous woman (and cow) and her huge wang seems so out of place on her. But also weirdly... perfect for her.
Once the two of you are cleaned up, Betessa gives you a gentle swat on the ass.
@@.bett;"Damn but that tramp stamp looks so good on you, Sugar."@@
You shrug, smiling.
@@.bett;"Well, I reckon you can go swap out power conduit now,"@@ she says. @@.bett;"Don't worry, no one will bother you none now that you're in my crew. Or I'll fuck 'em to death."@@
She laughs, but you're not sure just how much she's joking.
@@.bett;"Maybe... if you feel like it... you could, you know, stop by my quarters after? 314 is the number. I mean, just in case..."@@
You're about to somehow admit through gestures that you have no idea how to get back to the engine room, since you weren't paying attention, but Kash pops into existence beside Betessa in puff of blue-black smoke and holds her finger to her lips for you to be quiet.
Not that you could say anything.
So you just nod to Betessa. She grins and pats you on the head.
@@.bett;"See you soon...? Hopefully."@@
Betessa heads out of the shower block.
@@.kash;"What a cock!"@@ Kash squeals. @@.kash;"That thing is outrageous!"@@
You peek out of the shower block to make sure Betessa didn't hear that.
@@.kash;"Don't be daft, she can't hear me... Sugar."@@
Kash wiggles her eyebrows, looking at your 'Sugar' tattoo. You cross your arms and frown at her.
@@.kash;"Hey, don't blame me! You worked yourself into this mess,"@@ Kash says, sounding sassy. @@.kash;"And you totally passed up the opportunity to grab a power supply. What's with you, Sugar?"@@
You try to mime the explosion of the ship.
@@.kash;"Who cares if it exploderates? They're spirates! It's not like they're upstanding citizens of the universe, ya nitwit."@@ She huffs and rolls her eyes and then says, @@.kash;"Well, whatever. We can go back and grab one now, obviously. And yes, I figured out a way to get one without shattering the ship, okay? You sappy sissy. So let's jet, already, yeah? Unless... you wanna stay here?"@@
You take a moment to think.
[[Yes, I want to stay and be part of the Lucky Loser crew.|0026 LuckyLoser]]
[[No, get me out of this wacky place!|0026 Escape]]You nod. You're happy being on the Lucky Loser crew and you're starting to really like Betessa. Life here is pretty good, actually.
@@.kash;"No kidding?"@@ Kash looks surprised but she quickly grins. @@.kash;"Well, Hell! I did it! I win!"@@
She dances in a circle, waving her wand in the air.
@@.kash;"WooOOOooo!"@@
You clap your hand over your mouth to keep from snorting.
@@.kash;"Right, well... that's real keen, mate! I'm happy you're happy! So, is there anything I can do for you before I pop off for good?"@@
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0027 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0027 GoGirl]]
[[What about my voice?|0027 MyVoice]]You're not going to stay here any longer. It's been fun, but it's been weird.
@@.kash;"Good choice,"@@ Kash says, nodding. @@.kash;"That cock will kill you, mate. Like, serious. That cock would kill a dinosaur! Now c'mon, the engine room is thissaway!"@@
You hurry after Kash, still dripping wet. Instead of going out to the corridor -- where you'd likely find yourself at the brutal pleasure of a score of beastly men and women -- she guides you around to the back of the locker room where you find a small door that opens to a narrow passageway.
You hasten after Kash as she jogs down the passageway. Strange but shouldn't fairies be able to fly? While pondering this as you follow her, the two of you end up taking several turns before Kash leads you out into a big room.
This isn't the same engine room as you were in before, but it's very similar.
@@.kash;"Get up on the counter, mate!"@@ Kash says.
You do as instructed and immediately see a glowing tube high on a shelf near the end of the counter. You weren't able to see it from below. You carefully walk across the countertop and reach up to grab the tube.
@@.kash;"Oi, put it up to my wand!"@@ Kash says, holding out her wand to you.
You hold up the power supply to Kash's wand and with a <b>!POP!</b> you're gone.
[[Somewhere else?|0200 Otherwhere]]You nod. Why not?
His fat tongue flicks out to lick his lips.
@@.rager;"Dammit, I'm really starting to like you, dirty girl,"@@ he says, chuckling. @@.rager;"Now turn around and get that nasty ass in the air for daddy."@@
As soon as you turn around, he shoves you down on all fours. Your hard-hat goes clattering off to the side. You feel him curl his fingers into a fist in your greasy, stringy hair. He pushes your head down so that your cheek is pressed into the gunky ground.
@@.rager;"There you go, baby, that's real nice,"@@ he says. He releases you and you hear him unbuckling his overalls. His hands grope your ass and he wedges your thighs apart. His fingers fight to find purchase on your sweaty, grime-slickened skin.
Rager's reaches his leg around your side and you let out a whimper when presses his bare foot down against your face, smearing his greasy toes on your cheek. He pushes your hips forward, raising your ass higher in the air and causing you to brace yourself on your hands and elbows.
You hadn't gotten a look at his cock, but you can feel from its entry that he's gifted in the dick department. Your breath leaves your body as he presses his prick inside your ass. You suck in a lungful of air and let it out, shuddering. Your exhale makes bubbles in the black soup that covers the floor.
He starts to truly fuck you, his heel on your jaw and his hands wrapped on your hips, his fingers digging hard into your flesh. You can only whimper and moan in the muck, your body entirely under his control. Your own dirty cock flops about between your legs, untended and yearning for so much as a single stroke.
Despite the complete lack of attention to your erection, you feel an orgasm approaching quickly. He's literally pounding pleasure into your ass and driving it to your balls. You start to pant and huff. You shift your legs farther apart for him. You try to push your backside against him in time with his thrusts.
OOOooohhhhhh fucking finally! The first jet of jizz out of your cock seems to go on for at least half a minute. It's followed by spurt after spurt after spurt until your neglected balls are completely empty. Your orgasm rides through the entire experience and you don't even care about the girly squeals and whimpers emerging from your lips.
@@.rager;"FUUUCK!"@@ Rager shouts. He unseats himself and unleashes a torrent of cum down your back. He he continues to unload his balls, his spunk oozing down your spine and onto your shoulders and into your hair.
He lets go off you and steps back, leaving you to collapse into a heap in your own pool of cum. Chuckling deeply while gazing down at you, he slowly refits his overalls.
@@.rager;"You're one nasty piece of tail, Raunchy,"@@ he says, still chuckling. He brushes off his dirtied overalls futilely. @@.rager;"Shit. Time for a shower."@@
Rager reaches down and pulls you to your feet by your arm.
@@.rager;"Come on. Your shift's over."@@
[[Okay. Didn't get much done, though!|0023 ShiftOver]]You shake your head. You're not interested in getting 'drilled' just now.
@@.rager;"Damn,"@@ Rager says. @@.rager;"Well, maybe later, huh?"@@
You shrug. Anything could happen, especially in this wacky place.
He smiles and nods, taking your ambivalence as a sign of hope.
@@.rager;"Come on. Your shift's over."@@
[[Okay. Didn't get much done, though!|0023 ShiftOver]]Rager puts his arm around your shoulders and walks you out of the room and down the corridor for several minutes. He guides you through a doorway and you find yourself in a locker room. Rager undresses and for the first time you see his pecker. It's human, sure, but more fat and veiny than any human dick you've ever seen. You can hardly believe it was just up your ass.
@@.rager;"Stand there,"@@ Rager orders, pointing you to a corner.
You obediently do as he says -- he's your boss, right? -- and he steps by you and goes into a tiled room full of showerheads. He cranks on two of the showers and bathes himself meticulously. You wonder when he's going to let you shower, too, but after a few minutes he just turns off the knobs and dries himself with a towel.
After donning a new pair of overalls from one of the lockers, he beckons for you to follow him.
@@.rager;"Let's go, Raunchy,"@@ he says. @@.rager;"Hurry up, girl."@@
It's apparent now that you're not getting a shower after all.
You walk beside him, filthy and gooey and crusty, as he heads back into the corridor and starts down it again. He turns down another corridor and you follow. Then he finally pulls open a door -- the first actual manual door you've seen here -- and gestures for you to follow him inside.
The small room is dimly lit by a reddish light. It smells dank and the walls are weeping with moisture. The room is rather warm and humid and you're already starting to sweat. Pipes fill most of the available space. Some netting is strung between two of the larger pipes as if to make a hammock.
Rager waves to the netting.
@@.rager;"Here's your new quarters,"@@ he says, grinning. @@.rager;"Perfect place for a grubby beauty like you, Raunchy."@@
You look at your makeshift hammock and sigh.
Rager puts his hand to your face, smearing the grime on your cheek with his fingers.
@@.rager;"Get some sleep, my filthy little angel."@@
He steps out and the door clangs shut and the latch clinks behind him.
You clamor into the netting, feeling exhausted. Some gooey liquid drips on your leg from one of the pipes. You look down at your begrimed feet, your greasy toes squishing against each other. You draw your fingers across your stomach, making streaks in the sweaty slime coating your tummy.
You feel pretty damn gross, head to toe. But there's something oddly erotic about being this damn dirty. Smiling, you quickly fall asleep.
[[Zzz!|0024 Sleep]]@@.kash;"Hey!"@@
Your eyes flutter open and you lick your lips. Looking around, you quickly remember that you've been assigned some dank pipe room as your quarters. You're not sure what woke you though...
@@.kash;"Get up!"@@
You rock yourself out of the netting and stand up. Your bare feet squish against the sticky floor. You turn to see Kash standing in the cramped room with you, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
@@.self;"Hnnnmmm!"@@ you say, throwing your arms up to hug her.
She steps back and shakes her head.
@@.kash;"No way! Look at you, you're SOOO bloody dirty!"@@
You look down at yourself. Oh. Right.
@@.kash;"I don't even want to ask,"@@ she says, laughing, @@.kash;"but it looks like one of us has been having a blast!"@@
You shrug. You suppose it's been interesting, if not downright fun.
@@.kash;"And you haven't even tried getting a power supply, have you?"@@
Well, that's a complicated answer. It's not like you've had any opportunity to look for one -- and you damn well can't ask, being mute!
@@.kash;"Okay, okay, I get it! Calm your non-existent tits, mate. I'm here to help. Lucky for you, you're actually pretty close to an engine room. There's sure to be power supplies there, of some sort. Take your grimy bum out of this closet and go right and then through the third door on the left. Easy-peasy!"@@
You frown and gesture at the closed door.
@@.kash;"Have you tried opening it?"@@
You huff, knowing that obviously Rager would have locked you in, and put your hand on the handle. With a little downward pressure, the door pops right open.
Shit.
Kash laughs. @@.kash;"Hah! You could have gotten outta here the whole time? Oh shit that's hilarious!"@@
You sigh and roll your eyes.
@@.kash;"Well, hop to it, nitwit. Right and then third door on the left. Let's get you outta here!"@@
You pause, your fingers wrapped around the door handle.
[[I think I want to stay here. And be Rager's dirty girl.|0025 RagerGirl]]
[[Time to get out of this wacky place!|0025 Escape]]Slowly, you pull the door closed again.
"What are you up to, mate?" Kask asks, frowning. "Oh. Oh! You... you really do? You want to stay here with him?" She looks at you for a long moment and then shrugs. "Well, hey, if that's what you want -- mission accomplished! I win!"
Kash dances in a little circle, waving her wand in the air.
"Yeah! WooOOOooo! I DID IT!"
You snort out a laugh.
She turns to you, beaming, and asks, "So, that's awesome. That's great! Can I do anything else for you before I go?"
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0026 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0026 GoGirl]]
[[What about my voice?|0026 RagerVoice]]You're not going to stay here any longer. It's been fun, but it's been weird.
You open the door and peer down the corridor. It's not as busy as you've seen it before, but there's a few brutes going up and down about their duties. You hope that your filthy appearance will dissuade them from accosting you. If not, Kash should surely be able to help, right?
On greasy tip-toes, you slink out of the room and turn right to head towards where Kash indicated one of the engine rooms would be. You get several stares -- and glares -- but none of the big monster men makes a move on you.
You find the third door on the left open and you prompty hurry through it.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
@@.kash;"Those are what we need, mate!"@@ Kash says, appearing next to you.
You look at one of the vacuum tubes. It doesn't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck it right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can find to use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube.|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around the engine room.|0026 LookAround]]You wake up groggy and try to rub the sleep from your eyes. Although you only manage to rub your right eye.
You look over and realize: OH SHIT MY ARM IS GONE!
What's left of your amputated arm is wrapped in bandages. You wiggle around the nub. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all.
You look around and realize you're in some sort of hospital room.
@@.kash;"Are you daft? That's how you handle things after the warning I gave ya?"@@
You glance over to see that Kash is now in the room with you, standing beside the bed you're in.
You waggle your nub at her. He chopped off your arm!
@@.kash;"Yeah I can clearly see that, ya loon! Why would you go off and try to put down a bloke three times your size? Are you just a complete nutter?"@@
You sigh. You're sure it wasn't the best plan... by far.
Kash huffs and shakes her head.
@@.kash;"Well, it's over and done, anyway."@@
Can't she put back your arm?
@@.kash;"No. Not now, anyway. Maybe later,"@@ she says, shrugging. @@.kash;"You're gonna have to deal with it, mate. I gave you another dose of 'chill' so you wouldn't go all wacky when you woke up, but it won't last for long. Try not to lose any more limbs before you get that power supply, ya barmy doof."@@
With that, she <b>!POOF!</b>s out of existence, leaving a few whisps of fading blue-black smoke in the room.
@@.knob;"I can fit you with a prosthetic,"@@ a man you assume -- by his white labcoat and stethescope -- is a doctor says as he enters the room. He doesn't even look at you but just flips through papers on the clipboard he's holding. @@.knob;"Of course, you'll be wanking dicks with it for the rest of your life to pay it off."@@
What? Is he serious?
@@.knob;"Or we can leave it as is, but that will limit the duties to which you could be assigned. So, in that case, I think it best to simply remove your other limbs and have you designated as a dedicated fuckpiece."@@
A WHAT?!
Finally he looks up at you. He frowns.
@@.knob;"We performed a full medical evaluation: No speech, no left arm, no hybrid DNA, increased prostate size -- of no corrective concern, truly, as it is a non-debilitating anomaly -- and of course no branding, tattoo, or claim of any kind. You're assumed to be a stowaway."@@
You shrug. You suppose you are a stowaway, kind of.
@@.knob;"Shall I prepare a prosthetic limb or shall I schedule surgery?"@@ he asks flatly. @@.knob;"Option one, artificial arm. Option two, amputation of your remaining limbs. I need your answer immediately."@@
[[One finger (on my right hand, obviously) to request a prosthetic arm.|0015 FakeArm]]
[[Two fingers because I'm totally fucking batshit insane and want to be whatever a 'fuckpiece' is.|0015 Fuckpiece]]<<set $metalarm to true>>\
The doctor nods and scribbles something on his clipboard. He strides out of the room without a word.
You lie there for about an hour, having nothing to do but wiggle your nub.
When he finally returns, he's carrying a metallic artifical arm with a glossy, glittery purple finish. He steps right up to you, quickly unravels the bandages on your nub, and jams the prosthetic limb into place.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as you feel the artificial arm lock itself onto you with what feels like a thousand needles piercing your flesh.
He tugs at your fake limb a couple times and you automatically push his hands away with your new arm.
Wow!
@@.knob;"Successful coupling... fine motor control,"@@ he mutters as he prods and pokes your glittery purple arm. You can even feel him touching it! @@.knob;"Yes, all set."@@
You raise your robotic arm and flex your fingers.
@@.knob;"Up now,"@@ the doctor says, throwing your sheets off of you.
You stand up and find that you're still naked. Apparently hospital gowns aren't a thing here -- or they just figured since you were nude when you came in, you didn't need one.
The doctor waves for you to follow him so you do. After all, what else are you going to do?
He leads you to a small lobby and tells you to wait and then leaves.
You walk around the room and pick up a few of the magazines to practice with your new arm. All the magazines in the lobby are XXX -- and some are like XXXX! But your artificial arm and hand work marvelously... better than your old natural limb, even.
After a while, you start to wonder what's going to happen to you. The doctor hinted that you'd be wanking cocks for the rest of your days. Not sure how you feel about that...
You look around. The only two ways out are back to the office area, where you'll surely run into the doctor or a nurse or something, or out to the corridor, which you can see is a high-traffic area full of beastly brutes likely intent on rape and pillage.
Then you spy an open vent in the ceiling. No way you could climb to it, though. You just don't have the upper-body strength to... wait! You have a mechanical arm now! Maybe...?
[[I'm going to try to climb up to the open vent!|0016 EscapeVent]]
[[No, I better just wait for the doctor to come back.|016 Wait]]Really? Like... really? Is this something you're interested in? Yeah, you, I'm talking to you! The person reading this right now!
This would obviously be a quick end to the story. You'd go through surgery and come out just a torso and hips and a head and then be fucked. A lot. That would be the rest of your life, since obviously you can't get ahold of a power supply for Kash to use.
I'm not judging, by the way. It's just an odd choice to me. If you're into it, that's totally cool. Let me know via the TFGS forum or via Patreon and I'll see what I can do to accommodate your interest. I'll try, anyway, but you'll probably have to give me some ideas/details/content for me to do it justice.
Anyway, this is where this branch ends!
NOTE: I've got some feedback and this branch will be extended in the future due to many requests for more down this path. But for now...
@@.notice;THE END: JUST A FUCKPIECE@@
^^^<<display "SUB - MY VOICE">>\
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0026 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0026 GoGirl]]You shake your head. You're happy as you are and Rager really likes you this way besides.
@@.kash;"Awesome! This was a total success! I'm so happy for the both of us!"@@
You nod.
@@.kash;"Okay, you dirty bird, I gotta pop off! It's been fun!"@@
You wave and Kash disappears in a small poof of quickly dissipating blue-black smoke.
Smiling, you lie back on your makeshift hammock and wait for Rager. Your legs slither against each other, the sweaty, grimy flesh of your thighs slick and hot. You slide your hand down your chest and stomach, leaving a smeary streak behind. Your fingers find your greasy little cock and you gently stroke yourself. You don't want to get off yet, though. You want to wait for Rager.
A few minutes later, you hear the door crank open and Rager steps into the doorway wearing fresh overalls. He grins at you.
@@.rager;"Ready for work, Raunchy?"@@ he asks, holding his hand out.
You roll out of the netting and get to your feet to take his hand.
He sighs and licks his lips as he looks you over.
@@.rager;"Hmm..."@@ he grunts, smirking. @@.rager;"Let's see just how much dirtier I can get you."@@
Walking down the corridor with him hand-in-hand towards the Junk Hall, you can't help but grin.
@@.notice;THE END: RAGER'S DIRTY GIRL@@You think about being a real woman, tits and puss and all.
@@.kash;"Oh,"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"Wellllll... it's not exactly allowed... but I suppose I could use some power from another case I'm working on to help you out. I mean, sure, why not? You're not going to tell anyone!" she says, laughing. "Sorry. Inconsiderate! But yeah, totally. What kinda crumpet you wanna be, babe? You just want a cunt? Or do you want some tits, too? Or do you want, like, a lot of everything?"@@
Wow, she can really do that?
@@.kash;"Yep! So what'll it be?"@@
[[Just as I am but with a vagina instead of cock and balls.|0027 Petite]]
[[Make me a hottie with nice tits and a round ass and a sweet puss.|0027 Hottie]]
[[Max me out, boobies and booty and a fat, juicy pussy!|0027 Buxom]]There has to be a better way. No telling what will happen if you just yank a power supply from a... whatever mobobber.
@@.kash;"Oi, what are you doing, mate?"@@ Kash asks as you start to look around the room.
You notice cabinets underneath some counters and you pull them open. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
@@.kash;"You're wasting time, you noddy dip. Let's jet already."@@
More cabinets. You bang them open frantically. More nothing.
@@.rager;"Raunchy! Are you in here? I followed your footprints!"@@ Rager calls from the doorway of the room.
He doesn't see you yet, though, because you're ducked down searching cabinets.
@@.kash;"You're gonna get caught, you daft bint! Just grab the bloody power supply!"@@
Across the room you spy what looks like a safe. It's a big metal square and it has a door with a large wheel on it. If there's anything valuable in this room, it has to be in there.
You scramble over to the safe, keeping low, and try your luck spinning the wheel. The door won't budge. You try again. And again. It's not opening.
@@.rager;"Raunchy? Hey, girl, what are you doing?"@@
You look over your shoulder to see Rager standing there, looking confused.
You point to the safe and mime for him to open it.
He frowns. @@.rager;"Why do you want to get in there? There's only power conduits in there."@@
You nod and point again.
He stares at you for a few long moments.
@@.rager;"You need one of them?"@@
You nod again.
He points to one of the glowing vacuum tubes attached to one of the three large machines in the room. "And you didn't take one of those?"
You shake your head and try to mime an explosion with your fingers.
He snorts. @@.rager;"So you're a noble kind of thief, are you?"@@
You nod yet again.
Rager lumbers over and spins the wheel this way and that until the door clanks open. He takes a power conduit from inside and hands it to you.
@@.rager;"There you are, my filthy little angel,"@@ he says, smiling faintly. @@.rager;"And I don't want to know why you need it."@@
@@.kash;"Oi, put it up to my wand!"@@ Kash says, holding out her wand to you.
You lean forward and press your lips to Rager's cheek, giving him a farewell kiss.
Then you hold up the power supply to Kash's wand and with a *POP* you're gone.
[[Somewhere else|0200 Otherwhere]]The two of them invite you to lunch with them which you're happy to do since your stomach is growling a bit. It's a light meal, just some crackers and cheese and some strange fruits, but it's enough to settle your stomach.
@@.erna;"$selfname, can I ask you a favor?"@@ Erna asks the three of you wipe down the machines as the last task of the day.
You shrug and nod.
@@.erna;"Would you carry my baby tonight? I wouldn't ask, normally, but I'd really like to have some fun with my husband -- it's been too long! And we can still do it with me being all fat, but not in the positions we enjoy. And not... rough. Which is how I like it. Mmm. RUFF!"@@
You stare at her, unsure of what the heck she is actually asking.
@@.erna;"Oh, I guess you don't know about that? Well, we have a machine that can transport my baby to a willing person. Temporarily, I mean. You could watch my baby for the night and I would get her back from you in the morning. It's just like babysitting."@@
You look down at your stomach and back to her. Does she not realize you don't have the necessary... plumbing?
She seems to understand your concern and says, @@.erna;"Oh, don't worry about that. The machine takes care of all that. Any healthy person will work! I just don't know a lot of people -- and just about nobody I can trust like I feel like I can trust you, $selfname. You're just the sweetest, nicest girl I've ever met."@@
You feel yourself blush at the compliment.
@@.erna;"So, what do you think? Will you do it? I'll message Captain Leema to see if it's okay with her if you're down to do this favor for me."@@
[[Why not? I'll just be preggers for the night.|0032 Preggers]]
[[Uhh... no. Not going to happen. I'm not a baby... holder.|0032 NoPreggo]]You wake up with a happy sigh. You rub your eyes and look around. Leema is in front of her big mirror again, adjusting her elaborate uniform. She smirks at you through the mirror.
@@.leema;"Good morning,"@@ she says. @@.leema;"Time for work, cabin boy."@@
You slide out of bed and walk over to her. Captain Leema clips a leash to your tight metal choker once again and leads you down the corridor.
@@.leema;"I'll be back to see you at lunch,"@@ Leema says, grinning.
Soon you're back at the clinic, preparing the machines for the coming day. Erna is humming to herself and Arz is irritated. Everything seems fine.
@@.kash;"Hey!"@@
You jump. Suddenly Kash has appeared beside you.
@@.kash;"Ha! Don't worry, mate, they can't see or hear me. I'm a figment of your imagination, sort of,"@@ she says, shrugging. @@.kash;"So you haven't done a damn thing about getting a power supply, have you, ya nitwit?"@@
You shrug. How does she expect you to find something you've never seen in a place you've never been and being completely mute on top of that?
@@.kash;"Oi, I get it, mate,"@@ she says, waving her hand in dismissal. @@.kash;"I left you with a deck stacked against you. It wasn't proper of me but I don't need an ear-bashing over it. I'm here to help, ain't I? We'll get the power supply together, how's that?"@@
[[Actually, I'm happy with things as they are now.|0034 HappyNow]]
[[Yes, please, let's get outta this wacky place!|0038 Escape]]You and Captain Leema have sort of a relationship in the works. An interesting kind of relationship, sure, but it's obvious she cares for you and you feel pretty into her, too.
@@.kash;"No kidding?"@@ Kash looks surprised but she quickly grins. @@.kash;"Well, Hell! I did it! I win!"@@
She dances in a circle, waving her wand in the air.
@@.kash;"WooOOOooo!"@@
You clap your hand over your mouth to keep from snorting.
@@.kash;"Right, well... that's real keen, mate! I'm happy you're happy! So, is there anything I can do for you before I pop off for good?"@@
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0039 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0039 GoGirl]]
[[What about my voice?|0039 MyVoice]]@@.kash;"Yowza, you came out cute!"@@ Kash says, grinning. @@.kash;"That feline filly of yours won't be able to keep her drooling dick out of your steamy slit, sister!"@@
You smile and shrug. You do feel awfully happy now!
@@.kash;"I made it extra super-duper sensitive,"@@ Kash says, winking. @@.kash;"No worries on the change, either. The magic makes them think you've always been this way."@@
Well that's good!
@@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POOF!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
<<if $preggers eq true>>\
You return to preparing the machines for when the clinic opens. You brush your hand over your flat tummy absentmindedly, knowing that it won't be that way for long. Your cat-like lover is going to make sure you're forever pregnant because that really seems to turn her on. You smile and sigh happily.
<<else>>\
You return to preparing the machines for when the clinic opens. You smile and sigh happily. This seems to be exactly where you belong.
<<endif>>\
And Captain Leema said she would stop be for lunch, too! She'll probably be wanting some afternoon delight. With your new hypersensitive coochie, you're sure to enjoy it just as much as she does!
<<if $preggers eq true>>\
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S PERMA-PREGGO GIRLFRIEND@@
<<else>>\
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND@@
<<endif>>\@@.kash;"Yowza, you came out cute!"@@ Kash says, grinning. @@.kash;"That canine Casanova of yours won't be able to keep his red rocket out of your steamy slit, sister!"@@
You smile and shrug. You do feel awfully happy now!
@@.kash;"No worries on the change, either. The magic makes them think you've always been this way."@@
Oh? Well that's good!
@@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POP!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
You grab a crusty sponge from one of the crates in the storage closet and slip back out of the curtains into the kitchen. When you resume washing the dishes, the cook looks over at you but doesn't say anything. He just smiles and returns to chopping up some meat.
You glance over at your master sleeping in his corner under the countertops. You smile as you feel a delightful shiver ripple through your body. He'll be waking up soon, wanting some afternoon tail, and you're sure to get your new puss drilled but good!
@@.notice;THE END: POOCHIE'S BITCH@@You shake your head. You're sure you don't need anything else now that you're a Lucky Loser.
@@.kash;"Brilliant!"@@ Kash says, smiling. @@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POP!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
Now that you're part of a crew -- tattooed and all! -- nobody on the ship will mess with you... especially since Bettesa will whomp them upside the head with her massive dong, like as not. So now you have the run of the ship!
You think you'll go exploring. There has to be a lot of fun stuff on a starship, right? You're sure of it! And maybe you'll want to stop by 314?
@@.notice;THE END: LUCKY LOSER@@You think about being a real woman, tits and puss and all.
"Oh," Kash says. "Wellllll... it's not exactly allowed... but I suppose I could use some power from another case I'm working on to help you out. I mean, sure, why not? You're not going to tell anyone!" she says, laughing. "Sorry. Inconsiderate! But yeah, totally. What kinda crumpet you wanna be, babe? You just want a cunt? Or do you want some tits, too? Or do you want, like, a lot of everything? Or... maybe you want me to help you help your colossal-cocked girlfriend? See, I could give you a nice deep extra-stretchy cunny so you could actually holster that big bastard! I'll even throw in some tits and a decent ass, too. Whatcha say?"
Wow, she can really do that?
"Yep! So what'll it be?"
[[Just as I am but with a vagina instead of cock and balls.|0028 Petite]]
[[Make me a hottie with nice tits and a round ass and a sweet puss.|0028 Hottie]]
[[Max me out, boobies and booty and a fat, juicy pussy!|0028 Buxom]]
[[Make me elastic fantastic!|0028 ElastiGirl]]<<display "SUB - MY VOICE">>\
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0027 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0027 GoGirl]]<<display "SUB - GO PETITE">>\
<<display "END - LUCKY LOSER">>\<<display "SUB - GO HOTTIE">>\
<<display "END - LUCKY LOSER">>\<<display "SUB - GO BUXOM">>\
<<display "END - LUCKY LOSER">>\You think about being able to actually take Bettesa's cock.
Kash grins. @@.kash;"Oh yeah, you're gonna love this shite!"@@
Kash whacks you on the head with her wand. You let out a groan at the sudden feeling of emptiness in your crotch and a strange fullness on your chest. You glance down and run your fingers over your brand spanking new vagina. It's soft, warm, and already a bit wet to the touch.
You now have two round, perky B-cups on your chest. You squeeze them in your hands and grin. These are fucking nice!
@@.kash;"No worries on the change, either. The magic makes them think you've always been this way."@@
Well that's good!
@@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POP!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
Now that you're part of a crew -- tattooed and all! -- nobody on the ship will mess with you... especially since Bettesa will whomp them upside the head with her massive dong, like as not. So now you have the run of the ship!
You think you'll go exploring. There has to be a lot of fun stuff on a starship, right? You're sure of it!
And you definitely want to stop by 314 and try out this new super-pussy of yours. Won't Bettesa be surprised!
@@.notice;THE END: LUCKY LOSER@@@@.kash;"Yowza, you came out cute!"@@ Kash says, grinning.
You smile and shrug. You do feel awfully happy now!
@@.kash;"No worries on the change, either. The magic makes them think you've always been this way."@@
Well that's good!
@@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POP!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
Now that you're part of a crew -- tattooed and all! -- nobody on the ship will mess with you... especially since Bettesa will whomp them upside the head with her massive dong, like as not. So now you have the run of the ship!
You think you'll go exploring. There has to be a lot of fun stuff on a starship, right? You're sure of it! And maybe you'll want to stop by 314?
@@.notice;THE END: LUCKY LOSER@@<<display "SUB - GO PETITE">>\
<<display "END - RAGER'S GIRL">>\<<display "SUB - GO HOTTIE">>\
<<display "END - RAGER'S GIRL">>\<<display "SUB - GO BUXOM">>\
<<display "END - RAGER'S GIRL">>\@@.kash;"Okay, you dirty bird, I gotta pop off! It's been fun!"@@
You wave and Kash disappears in a small poof of quickly dissipating blue-black smoke.
Smiling, you lie back on your makeshift hammock and wait for Rager. Your legs slither against each other, the sweaty, grimy flesh of your thighs slick and hot. You slide your hand down your chest and stomach, leaving a smeary streak behind. Your fingers find your greasy little cock and you gently stroke yourself. You don't want to get off yet, though. You want to wait for Rager.
A few minutes later, you hear the door crank open and Rager steps into the doorway wearing fresh overalls. He grins at you.
@@.rager;"Ready for work, Raunchy?"@@ he asks, holding his hand out.
You roll out of the netting and get to your feet to take his hand.
He sighs and licks his lips as he looks you over.
@@.rager;"Hmm..."@@ he grunts, smirking. @@.rager;"Let's see just how much dirtier I can get you."@@
Walking down the corridor with him hand-in-hand towards the Junk Hall, you can't help but grin.
@@.notice;THE END: RAGER'S DIRTY GIRL@@^^^<<set $escapeattempt to true>>\
Screw sticking around, you're outta here! You hurry over to the tallest cabinet in the room and jump up to grab the top ledge. With your metal arm, you're easily able to pull yourself on top of it.
@@.knob;"Hey, get down from there,"@@ the doctor says as he re-enters the lobby room. He calmly starts walking over to the cabinet you're standing on.
Oh shit! You jump and latch your robotic hand onto a pipe running across the ceiling. You pull yourself up with your newfound robo-strength and cross your ankles over the pipe so you can shimmy along it to the open vent.
@@.knob;"What do you think you're doing?"@@ the doctor asks, putting his hands on his hips and frowning up at you.
What does he think you're doing? You're shimmying!
Oop!
Your feet slip off the pipe and you find yourself dangling down by your robo-arm. The doctor reaches up and casually grabs your ankle.
Damn!
He yanks on your leg, causing the pipe to rattle and squeal above you.
@@.knob;"Come down from there,"@@ he says.
[[Kick him off me!|0017 KickDoc]]
[[Ah, screw it. I drop down.|016 Wait]]You lash out with your other foot and manage to kick against the doctor's wrist. He releases your ankle with an annoyed grunt.
@@.knob;"You're quite a savage little thing, aren't you?"@@ he asks, scowling.
Well, SOOO-RRY! You're trying to escape here!
Again you pull yourself up and cross your ankles over the pipe. Shimmy shimmy. Shimmy. Now you're at the vent! You pull yourself into the shaft and, as a last thought, duck your head back into the room and stick your tongue out at the doctor.
@@.self;"PLLLBBBFFF!"@@
He gasps and says, @@.knob;"Rude!"@@
You slip into the shaft and start crawling. You're not sure where this could lead but at least you're free!
After what must be about fifteen minutes of cramped clambering, you're starting to feel like this was a bad idea. Your right wrist hurts, your knees are feeling quite raw, and your back is starting to ache. How much farther before you find an opening to get out of here?
Finally, you spot a grating ahead at the bottom of the shaft. You climb over it and look down. The room below is ill-lighted and there is a metallic smell wafting up into the vent. You hear machinery below but you can't see anything but dark blocky shapes.
You press your robo-hand to the grating and push. It pops right off and clatters to the ground below. Doesn't sound THAT far down... you guess.
Slowly, you start to lower yourself into the room with your metal fingers clamped on the frame of the shaft so that you don't fall.
Unfortunately, you don't know your own strength: you manage to sheer a piece of the shaft frame completely off and plunge to the ground below.
You land on your feet but tumble forward and topple onto the ground, splayed out on your back.
Ouch.
After taking a few moments to catch your breath, you push yourself to your feet and check yourself for any damage. Thankfully, it looks like you took the fall unscathed.
There's only one door out of this dark room that you can see.
[[Then of course I go through that door!|0018 Bar]]<<set $savedspirateship to true>>\
You decide to look around instead of plucking one of those glowing tubes right out of one of the machines. No telling what that would do!
But several minutes later, you've found nothing. The cabinets and counters in this room only hold an array of strange tools and odd-sided nuts and bolts.
@@.kash;"You're wasting time, ya doof! Just grab one of those already!"@@ Kash says, pointing to the humming machines.
You shake your head. What if the ship explodes?
@@.kash;"They're spirates! Who gives a whit if they explode? We'll be long gone!"@@
You shake your head again and continue your search.
@@.leema;"Cabin boy!"@@
Startled, you turn around. There's Captain Leema, standing at the entrance to the engine room. Her hands are on her hips and she's frowning at you.
@@.leema;"What the hell are you doing?"@@ she demands. @@.leema;"You know your collar has a tracking device, don't you? I know where you are at all times."@@
Oh. You shrug.
@@.leema;"I asked you a question, cabin boy."@@
You stare at her. How does she expect you to answer? Then, thinking that you may as well try to get what you need, you point to one of the glowing tubes attached to the machines in the room.
She glances where you are pointing and then looks back at you.
@@.leema;"A power conduit? Why would YOU need a power conduit?"@@
You scratch your head. There's no easy way to explain that through hand gestures!
Leema shakes her head. She strides passed you and walks to a safe in the corner of the room. She turns the big wheel on the safe this way and that and then it pops open. After taking a power conduit from inside, she shuts the safe and struts back over to you.
She hands you the power conduit and says, @@.leema;"Show me."@@
@@.kash;"Oi, put it up to my wand!"@@ Kash says, holding out her wand to you.
You lean forward and press your lips to Leema's mouth, giving her a brief farewell kiss.
Then you hold up the power supply to Kash's wand and with a <b>!POP!</b> you're gone.
[[Somewhere else?|0200 Otherwhere]]@@.leema;"Up, cabin boy."@@
Your eyes open. The room is brightly lit again. You slide out of bed in the small cell you're in and stretch. It's at that moment you hear a tinkling sound. You reach up to your neck and feel something there: a tight metal choker, snug around your throat. Some sort of tag dangles from a loop at the front of choker. But you can't see what's on the tag without a mirror.
@@.leema;"I do hope you like your new uniform,"@@ Leema says, smirking at you.
She must be referring to the thick steel ring around your throat as you're obviously not wearing anything else.
Leema opens the cell door and beckons you out.
@@.leema;"Come, I will escort you to the galley."@@
Clearly she intends to take you back to the pigman cook so that you can attend your duties as his assistant. You're not sure you'd like to keep working for him but she doesn't seem to be giving you any choice in the matter.
[[Follow Leema.|0022 Galley]]Seriously? Okay, I'm not judging... you weirdo.
But I'm not going to write this all out. You tell Kash you're happy being a dishwasher on a spirate ship. She's flabberghasted. And, of course, you're also happy to be the pig-man's plaything. Kash is like @@.kash;"Dubya-tee-eff are you mental?"@@ and you nod because you are mental.
Then she turns you into a girl (or not) and you live happily ever after with the big piggy.
@@.notice;THE END: YOU AND PIG-MAN SITTIN' IN A KITCHEN, F-U-C-K-I-N-G.@@You really think you'd like to get out of here now.
@@.kash;"No joke,"@@ Kash says, laughing. @@.kash;"But no worries, mate, I've a plan! Actually, no, I've no plan. But we'll, you know, get it sorted. One step at a time and all that rot."@@
You frown are her unconvincing promise.
@@.kash;"I said no worries and that looks like worries to me!"@@ Kash says, waggling her wand at you. @@.kash;"Now, you create a commotion here in this whatever room and then go bolting out, all scared-like. The fat bloke and the puppy will rush to your aid, wonderin' what's spooked you, and you'll be able to slip off into the corridor. From there I can direct you to the engine room where we can grab a power supply and pop off."@@
You're not sure that sounds like a very good plan at all.
@@.kash;"Bit barmy, sure enough, but unless you got a better idea, make with the clangin' and bangin' already."@@
Kash gestures around the room at all the boxes and shelves around the room.
Shrugging, you decide to get on with the plan. You're not sure how much noise you'll be able to make in this small room, though. You reach over to tip one of the ends of a shelf up. Everything on it goes sliding off the other side and something, you're not sure exactly what, hits something else inside one of the crates.
<b>!POW!</b>
There's a room-shaking boom and a lot of smoke. You're forced stumbling back out of the storage closet by the shockwave and the vapors. You land on your ass in the kitchen.
@@.cook;"What do?!"@@ the cook demands, lumbering past you to get into the storage closet.
Poochie is nowhere to be seen. He must have scampered off at the sound of the explosion.
@@.kash;"Smashing!"@@ Kash says, popping into existence beside you. @@.kash;"C'mon, ya silly goose, let's leg it!"@@
You get to your feet and rush after Kash as she bolts out into the corridor. Some of the beast-men going about their duties stop to watch you sprinting by but it seems none of them know what to make of a naked girly-boy sprinting down the hallway.
@@.kash;"In here!"@@ Kash shouts, making a skidding turn to the left.
You careen after her, heaving in breaths and sweating hard. But it seems this new body of yours is quite a bit more athletic than your previous one, because you're pretty sure you would have never been up to keep up with her before.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
@@.kash;"Those are what we need, mate!"@@ Kash says.
You look at one of the vacuum tubes. It doesn't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck it right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can find to use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube.|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around the engine room.|0024 LookAround]]<<set $savedspirateship to true>>\
You shake your head. No telling what will happen if you yank that glowing tube out of the engine whatever machine.
@@.kash;"Oi, what are you doin'? You're wasting time!"@@
A row of under-counter cabinets line the back wall. You run over to them and fling them open, peering inside for one of the glowing vaccuum tubes.
Unfortunately, you find nothing of use.
A bark behind you makes you jump. Poochie comes scampering into the room towards you. You hurriedly jump on top of the countertop.
@@.kash;"Oi, the doggo's got your scent, mate!"@@ Kash says.
Poochie stops below you and looks up at you perched on the countertop. He barks madly up at you.
Great. That's going to attract attention.
But luckily, here on the countertop, you see what you need: one of the glowing vaccuum tubes sits on a high shelf in the corner of the room, obscured from view below. You scamper across the countertop and jump up to grab it.
@@.kash;"Oi, put it up to my wand!"@@ Kash says, reaching her wand to you.
You glance back at Poochie and flip him off. He growls and snaps his teeth at you.
Then you hold up the power supply to Kash's wand and with a <b>!POP!</b> you're gone.
[[Somewhere else?|0200 Otherwhere]]You throw your arms and legs against the sides of the shute to try to at least slow down. You succeed, somewhat, but there's a fierce heat rising up the shaft and you're quickly becoming drenched in perspiration. Your sweaty hands and feet are starting to slip.
Great, is that how you go out? Shoved down a rubbish shute to get burned alive (and to death) after a day of constant cock-jockeying?
You slip down the shute some more. And some more. You can only see darkness ahead.
Fuck it's getting hot.
Then, suddenly, the breeze changes. Cool air wafts up the shute and caresses your sweat-soaked skin.
Could that mean the incinerator is off?
You sure hope so, because your grip slips and you go skidding down the shaft at a surprising speed.
<b>!SQUEAK! !THUMP! !SKID! !TOPPLE!</b>
You tumble out of the shaft and plop into a heap of refuse.
@@.self;"BLEH."@@
But at least you haven't been involuntarily cremated!
You clamber off the pile of rubbish and get back on your feet. Looking under you, you can see that the ground is actually a huge hatch with a seam down the center. It seems that it opens in the middle and dumps the collected garbage below. Apparently into an incinerator.
But thankfully the 'floor' is closed. At least for right now... you decide to get out of this room as soon as possible.
You search around and find an opening -- something like a doggie-door -- in one of the walls. On hands and knees, you crawl through the flap and emerge in a narrow passageway. The hallway is lit with glaring red lights and the floor is grated metal. It lightly pinches and tickles your bare feet as you walk along.
You find a door. It's just an old, regular-looking door. It's made of steel, but it's very familiar. There's a knob on it and everything!
[[Open thaaaaaa doooooor!|0033 Races]]<<if $escapeattempt eq true>>\
You drop down and the doctor easily catches you. He sets you on your feet and gives you a disappointed look.
@@.knob;"You're being very silly,"@@ he says, sounding like a father upset with his child. @@.knob;"Come along now."@@
<<else>>\
The doctor re-enters the lobby room after a minute or so and nods at you.
@@.knob;"Come along now,"@@ he says.
<<endif>>\
^^^With a shrug, you head to the door, your bare feet slapping softly on the smooth metal floor. Once through, you find yourself in a large passage lined with pipes and valves on the walls and ceiling.
Having no other option, you continue onward. You hear music ahead. Or at least something that sort of sounds like music. Just percussion, really, but there's a beat to it. Strange that someone would be listening to music down here, isn't it?
You find the source of the music soon enough: there's a bar down here! Well, sort of a bar. It looks like an explosion went off and made a big hole in the wall and then someone came in and set up some stools and a couple tables. Various colorful lights illuminate the shabby, squalid space. This has to be the seediest bar in the universe.
But there's no one inside. Almost no one, anyway. There's a robot. A very sexy naked robot. And she's apparently the bartender.
You walk into the room and the robot turns to you, smiling. She's tall and curvy and beautiful but clearly artificial. Her skin has a silvery sheen to it and there are half-inch seams around all of her joints. And her tits are ridiculously large and seem to always be bouncing whether she's moving or not.
@@.knob;"Hell-o. Fine-ally."@@
You give her a little wave and hope that suffices for a hello.
@@.knob;"My shift end-ded six years nine months four days two hours three min-nets four-teen sec-conds a-go. You are late."@@
You shrug. It's not your fault you're late. You didn't know you worked here. Probably because you don't.
The robotic woman steps around the cracked countertop that serves as the bar and stiffly walks up to you.
@@.knob;"Would you like sex before I de-part?"@@
You scratch your head. Sex with a hot robot chick? Hmm...
[[Uh, YES PLEASE.|0019 RoboSex]]
[[Nope. I don't cybersex. Too easy to catch a virus.|0019 NoRobo]]<<set $robosex to true>>\
You nod. Why not? Everybody wants to fuck a sex robot. It's only natural.
@@.knob;"Ver-ry well,"@@ she says. She sits down and then sprawls out on the floor. @@.knob;"You may now mount me."@@
How romantic.
You get down on your hands and knees and loom over her. Her legs wrap around you and draw you into her. Your groin mashes against her and suddenly you feel like your prick is being licked and sucked by three mouths with two tongues each.
You moan. You're instantly hard and sprinting to orgasm.
You hear a whir and something slick and slender suddenly slips into your starfish.
@@.self;"HMMFFF!"@@
The robot starts to rock back and forth, your cock inside her and something of hers inside you. Your arms give out and you flatten on top of her, your face mashed between her massive (obviously fake!) breasts. Despite the metallic appearance of her skin, she feels as soft and warm as you would expect a woman to feel.
@@.knob;"Oh. Bay-bee. Uh. Uh. Uh."@@
You blurble useless into her silky tit-flesh as the lady robot jounces you toward a hasty release. The sensations are overwhelming. You're going to cum any moment now.
But then she stops.
After panting for a couple moments, you push yourself up to look at her. Did her batteries die or something? What rotten luck!
She abruptly starts rocking her hips again. You gasp and smush your face between her tits once more. Your little pecker feels like three or four pornstars are trying to lick and suck it all at once. And your ass feels like it's full of hot, wet tongue.
Here it comes! Oh YES!!!
The robo-bitch completely stops again. You groan as your orgasm hastily retreats. You can almost feel your jizz sucking up your shaft and refilling your swollen little ballsac.
You huff and push yourself off her to look at her again. Her dead eyes stare at you.
This is apparently the worst sex robot ever. Or at least the most sadistic.
Yet again she starts rocking her hips, pumping you into her and her into you. You grit your teeth but it's no use: your body is wracked with mind-numbing bliss. Your head flops down into her tits and you whimper.
Please please please! You're almost-- she stops again.
@@.self;"UNNGGGFFF!"@@
@@.knob;"Oh. Yes. Mmm. So. Good."@@
The fuck-n-stop cycle happens again.
@@.self;"NNNHHH!"@@
@@.knob;"Yes. Bay-bee. So. Hot."@@
The fuck-n-stop cycle happens yet again.
@@.self;"GRRR!"@@
@@.knob;"Would you like to eee-jack-culate now?"@@ the robo-cunt asks.
You nod at her furiously. YES! YES YES YES!
Suddenly your breath is knocked from your body as she somehow forcefully rips an orgasm out of you. You squeal and groan and smash your face into her tits once more. Your whole body trembles uncontrollably.
You're being electrocuted with absolute ecstasy!
When you're finally done shuddering, you feel thoroughly exhausted. The sex robot pushes you off her and gets to her feet.
@@.knob;"Thank you. That was amay-zing. Bye-bye bay-bee."@@
She marches out of the room, leaving you lying on the floor drooling and quivering.
It's naptime.
[[Zzz!|020 Naptime]]You shake your head. You're not interested in boffing a bionic hooker.
@@.knob;"Ver-ry well,"@@ she says. She stiffly marches out of the room, leaving you alone in the makeshift bar.
Well now what? You are kind of tired from all that escaping and this place is pretty quiet. You decide to hunker down behind the bar for a quick nap before you continue in search of a power supply.
[[Zzz!|020 Naptime]]<<if $robosex eq true>>\
@@.kash;"Oi, toaster-shagger, get up!"@@
You snort awake and sit up. How long have you been out?
@@.kash;"You got yourself a robot arm and now you've gone all robo-sexual, issit?"@@
Oh, right, your arm! You flex your shiny metal fingers.
Well, just because you have a prosthetic doesn't mean you're attracted to robots now!
@@.kash;"Apparently it does, mate. You couldn't wait to shag that off-color appliance!"@@ Kash says, laughing. @@.kash;"Not that I'm judging, ya weirdo. But if you're done stickin' your prick in an oily schlick, maybe we can get back to gettin' you outta here, eh?"@@
You stand up and nod. That sounds like a good idea. After all, there can't be anything more interesting than fucking a sexbot to do here.
<<else>>\
@@.kash;"Oi, ya lazy git, get up!"@@
You snort awake and sit up. How long have you been out?
@@.kash;"If you're done sleepin' your bloody life away, maybe we can get back to gettin' you out here, eh?"@@
You stand up and nod. That sounds like a good idea. This place is just super weird.
<<endif>>\
@@.kash;"This way, ya wanker,"@@ Kash says, waving for you to follow.
She walks right through the wall of the makeshift bar.
You step up to the wall and knock on it. Hello? How do you get to the other side?
@@.kash;"You ARE on the other side, ya doof!"@@ Kash's muffled voice says from beyond the wall.
You sigh and roll your eyes. Okay, then... how do you get to THAT side of the wall?
Kash walks out of the wall back into the bar.
@@.kash;"Oh, right... ha!"@@ she says. @@.kash;"I suppose I'll have to take you 'round. This way, then."@@
You follow your fuck fairy as she leaves the bar and goes down the passageway in the other direction then what brought you here.
There is a lot of walking. Nothing interesting happens. Let's skip it.
@@.kash;"Ow! Hellfire and damnation!"@@
You catch up to Kash and try to determine what's upset her.
@@.kash;"Got the idea to start skipping,"@@ Kash says, hopping around on one foot and cradling her other foot in her hands. @@.kash;"And now I've gone and crammed my toe!"@@
Well that wouldn't happen if she wore shoes.
@@.kash;"Are you daft?"@@ Kash asks you, scowling. @@.kash;"How stupid would I look walking around in just SHOES?"@@
You wait for her to settle down. She shoots you one more look, like YOU'RE the idiot here, and then starts off down the passageway again.
Wait, if she can walk through walls, how did she stub her toe?
@@.kash;"Here we are, mate, just ahead now."@@
You trail after her as she makes her way up a rather steep ramp. Once at the top, she turns down a narrow passageway and you hurry after her. After a minute or so, she turns to the left and you suddenly find yourself in what must be an engine room on the starship.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
"Those are what we need, mate!" Kash says.
You look at one of the vacuum tubes. It doesn't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck it right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can find to use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube.|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around the engine room.|0021 GoodEnd]]<<set $savedspirateship to true>>\
You shake your head. No telling what will happen if you yank that glowing tube out of the engine whatever machine.
@@.kash;"Oi, what are you doin'? You're wasting time!"@@
A row of under-counter cabinets line the back wall. You run over to them and fling them open, peering inside for one of the glowing vaccuum tubes.
Unfortunately, you find nothing of use.
@@.knob;"Hell-o. Ay-gain."@@
You turn around to see the sex robot from the bar standing behind you. Damn, she's sneaky!
Maybe she can help. You point to one of the glowing tubes and say, @@.self;"ERM?"@@
@@.knob;"Would you like to have sex <<if $robosex eq true>>again<<else>>now<<endif>>?"@@
@@.kash;"Ha! She's right forward, ain't she?"@@ Kash says, giggling. @@.kash;"How 'bout you cool your jets, robo-slut? We're on a mission here."@@
You sigh and point to the glowing tube again. @@.self;"ERM?"@@
The robot looks to the machine you're pointing at and then back to you.
@@.knob;"You re-quire a pow-err con-do-it?"@@
You nod. Yes. Probably. That's probably what you need, anyway. There's 'power' in the name of it, right?
@@.knob;"Ver-ry well."@@
The robot turns around and her back slides open. One of those glowing tubes is inside her! It promptly pops out and you catch it in your hands. The robot's head lowers and she stands still.
@@.kash;"Wouldja look at that?"@@ Kash says, shaking her head. @@.kash;"The most noble sacrifices always come from those without souls."@@
Huh?
@@.kash;"Nevermind you. Put the power mobobber up to my wand,"@@ Kash says, reaching her wand out to you.
You hold up the power supply to Kash's wand and with a <b>!POP!</b> you're gone.
[[Somewhere else?|0200 Otherwhere]]You open the steel door and step through the doorway into another long hallway. Only this one is full of beastly people!
Immediately a panda-like girl rushes up to you -- well, more like quickly waddles up to you. She's extremely curvy, with big fat tits and a huge ass and a big round belly. Her face is very cute, for a panda.
She's shaking and looks like she's been crying.
@@.bett;"Are you very fast?"@@ she asks, her voice shaky. @@.bett;"You don't look... very fast. Are you?"@@
You shrug. You're not sure if you are fast or not. You haven't tried to run or anything.
A sob escapes her. @@.bett;"Will you join the race? Please? Please?"@@ she pleads.
You shrug again and hold up your hands. What is she taking about?
@@.bett;"The race! The foot race! That's why you're here, isn't it?"@@
You shake your head. You're here because of a fuck fairy.
@@.bett;"Oh please join the race! Please! You have to! You have to let my sister win! Please!"@@
@@.rager;"Who's this?"@@ a lumbering giraffe-like man asks the panda-girl.
@@.bett;"She's here to join the race. She wants to run."@@
Hey now, you never said that!
@@.rager;"Against who?"@@
@@.bett;"My sister!"@@
The giraffe-like man snorts as he looks you over. @@.rager;"Your sister's gonna lose."@@ Then to you he says, @@.rager;"Come on then, squirt."@@
He grabs you by your forearm and pulls you behind him as he makes his way through the crowd. You soon find yourself at the front of the crowd standing on a thick yellow line painted on the floor.
Next to you stands a panda-like girl who, much like her sister, doesn't seem to be in suitable shape for any sort of running. She's built for the bedroom. She's whimpering and her lower lip is trembling but she looks somewhat relieved upon seeing you.
@@.rager;"Here's the challenger!"@@ the giraffe-like man says, slapping you on the back.
The crowd roars its approval. You hear things like @@.knob;"She's gonna get some panda puss!"@@ and @@.knob;"That panda's gettin' railed!"@@ and @@.knob;"I've got ten on Pinkie!"@@
@@.knob;"On your marks!"@@ someone shouts.
What the fuck is going on here?
@@.knob;"Get set!"@@
The panda-girl hunches down as if she were preparing to sprint.
@@.knob;"Go!"@@
She trundles off the mark, wobbling and waddling her way down the hallway.
You step off and find that, even at a light jog, you'd be able to outrun her.
There's some obstacles in the way ahead: low hurdles, ramps, and blocks of various sizes. You're able to clamor over them without much trouble, but the panda-girl has to put in a real effort at each obstruction.
It's clear you're going to very easily win this race if you keep your pace.
[[Keep on truckin' and win this motherfucker!|0034 Win]]
[[Slow down, act tired, and let the panda-girl pass me.|0034 Lose]]<<set $racewon to true>>\
Fuck that, you're not going to lose to this chubby panda!
You casually jog to the finish line and cross it without breaking much of a sweat.
A couple minutes later, the panda-girl crosses the line and collapses on her hands and knees, panting heavily and looking completely exhausted.
The crowd has followed the two of you from behind and now they are all shouting and cheering loudly.
@@.knob;"Pinkie wins!"@@
@@.knob;"Well no shit!"@@
The giraffe-like man steps up to you and throws some sort of harness in your arms.
@@.rager;"To the victor goes the spoiled,"@@ he says, grinning. @@.rager;"Make sure you put on a good show for the crowd, squirt."@@
You look down at the apparatus in your hands. It's a rather large strap-on dildo.
You look over at the panda-girl you beat in the race and she gazes back at you, eyes wide.
@@.bett;"Don't you dare fuck my sister!"@@ the first panda-girl you met says, jostling her way out of the shouting crowd. @@.bett;"Don't you dare!"@@
But the sister holds up her hand for her to stay back and then, slowly, beckons you over to her.
@@.leema;"It's okay,"@@ the losing panda-girl says to you as you approach. @@.leema;"My name's Belli. Your name's Pinkie?"@@
You shrug. That's what the crowd is calling you and, anyway, you can't say different.
Belli smiles. @@.leema;"Okay, Pinkie. Be gentle, please."@@ She glances back at the crowd and then to you again. @@.leema;"At least at first,"@@ she says, biting her lip.
The crowd shouts for the two of you to get on with it.
[[Get to fuckin!|0035 Fucking]]
[[Run away!|0035 RunAway]]You slow down, stumbling over some obstacles and frequently stopping to bend over with your hands on your knees to act like you're out of breath. You're not sure the crowd is buying it, but the panda-girl seems to gain motivation from your ploy. She's hustling now -- as best she can, anyway.
She finally totters over the finish line and you follow up shortly after at a slow jog.
The crowd has followed the two of you from behind and now they are all shouting and cheering loudly.
@@.knob;"Fnarkin' hell, the panda wins!"@@
@@.knob;"The fat one won!"@@
It seems that they either bought into your deception or they just don't care.
The panda-girl raises her arms up and waddles around triumphantly as the beast people around the two of you cheer.
@@.bett;"Way to go, Beli!"@@ you hear her sister shout from the crowd.
The giraffe-like man walks up to the victorious panda-girl and hands her what appears to be a bundle of straps and buckles. When the panda-girl shakes it out and starts preparing to put it on, you can see what it really is: a harness for a rather large strap-on dildo.
Oh shit... what is this about?
The panda-girl grins as she tightens the last buckle. She toddles up to you.
She says, in an oddly sweet tone, @@.leema;"Get on your hands and knees, bitch."@@
You swallow. It's quite obvious now: she's going to fuck you with that thing.
[[Welp, on my hands and knees, then.|0035 Fucked]]
[[Run away!|0035 RunAway]]After a nod to Beli, you work out how to get the harness onto your hips. You suppose that they didn't think your own twig and berries would suffice for this.
Once you are strapped in, you step around the back of the prostrate panda-girl and line up the fat rubbery tip of your faux-cock with her pussy. You can see she's already quite wet. You see a small rubber bulb on the side of the harness and you give it a gentle squeeze. Lube squirts out of the tip of the dildo and drenches her pink slit.
She spreads her legs wide and drops her head down. She sucks in a breath as you begin to push the plastic prick into her dripping cunt.
@@.bett;"Beli!"@@ her sister calls from the crowd.
Beli's only answer is a lewd moan as you press the tip of the rubbery cock inside her. Slowly, you sink the shaft into her pussy, clutching the fur on her hips in your fingers as you drive the dildo home.
She groans and pushes her hips back and up, accepting the length of it without a hint of reluctance.
The crowd screams its approval and demands a proper fucking.
You start off easy, but Beli keeps pushing her ass back against you, urging you to step it up. Soon you're slapping your hips against her furry bottom, plunging the plastic prick hard and deep into her fuckhole with each thrust. Your own erection smushes against the back of the strap-on but thankfully it's well-cushioned so it just feels like you're fucking a pillow. Not that you've ever done that, right?
The crowd continues to roar all around you as Beli moans and mewls with every punch into her pussy.
In no time at all, you can tell the panda-girl is orgasming. She collapses onto her shoulders and face, her arms useless splayed out to her sides. Her legs shake and she lets out several loud, whimpering groans.
This is what it must feel like to really please a woman!
You also cum, smushing your nubby cock against the padding of the strap-on and releasing several sputtering spurts of spunk, your legs trembling and your tongue hanging lewdly from your mouth.
The crowd roars its approval.
When you release Beli, she topples to her side on the ground, smiling blissfully and panting for breath. You unbuckle the harness and drop it on the ground and then work to catch your own breath.
@@.rager;"Nice job, squirt,"@@ the giraffe-like man says, handing you a small stack of gold coins. You guess these must be your winnings from the race.
He slaps you on the back and picks up the harness. The crowd retreats to the starting line, apparently preparing for the next race.
Beli's sister runs up to you and gives you a powerpuff of a smack on the face. It doesn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt rather nice in a fluffy kind of way.
@@.bett;"You bitch!"@@ she says.
She helps her sister up and the two of them head back towards the crowd. Beli glances back over her shoulder, smiling, and gives you a little wave.
Well, that was interesting.
You don't really want to head back towards that crowd, so you turn and walk down the hallway in the other direction.
You find another steel door, very similar to the one that opened into this large hallway.
[[Open thaaaaaa doooooor! Again.|0036 NextRoom]]<<if $racewon eq true>>\
Nope, you're not going to do this. You toss the harness aside and take off at a sprint down the hallway.
<<else>>\
Nope, you're not going to get fucked with that thing! You take off at a sprint down the hallway.
<<endif>>\
The crowd shouts its disapproval but when you glance back, you can see no one is running after you.
You soon find a door at the other end of the large hallway. It looks very similar to the one that opened into this place.
[[Open thaaaaaa doooooor!|0036 NextRoom]]You sigh after opening the door. It's yet another large hallway. But this one is empty.
You take a few steps inside and are startled by a sudden @@.kash;"Hey!"@@
Kash is standing beside you, grinning.
@@.kash;"So, almost got your goose cooked, didja mate?"@@
You frown at her. Yes, you were almost incinerated!
@@.kash;"That's what you get for being a stickybeak,"@@ she says. @@.kash;"Maybe don't go tattling on blokes next time, ya numpty. Secrets are meant to be kept, ya know."@@
But--
@@.kash;"Nevermind you,"@@ Kash says, waggling her wand in your face. @@.kash;"Besides, the fogey got proper punished. He went down the rubbish shute, too, but this time your cat-lady friend didn't close the incinerator before he got to the bottom. Whoosh! Cooked lizard."@@
Oh, jeez! Leema must have found out about him trying to kill you. But what about Erna?
@@.kash;"Oh, she didn't get roasted. No, the good cap'in just made it so she'll never get off again."@@
What?
Kash shrugs. @@.kash;"I don't know. Some machine they got here. Anyway, she's fine, but she'll never orgasm again, no matter how long or hard she's fucked. Poor bitch."@@
Wow! That's terrible!
@@.kash;"Not as bad as murder, issit? And that's what they were after with you, mate. I wouldn't waste a moment feeling sorry for that lot."@@
How did Leema know?
@@.kash;"Tracking device in your collar, innit?"@@ Kash says, tapping the tip of her wand against the metal choker around your throat. @@.kash;"Forgot about that, didja? Anyway, we ought to leg it to the engine room. We can get a power supply there before the good cap'in tracks you down. Let's jet!"@@
Kash waves for you to follow her.
[[Actually, I'm happy with things as they are now.|0037 HappyNow]]
[[Yes, please, let's get outta this wacky place!|0037 Escape]]You sigh and get down on your hands and knees. This is what it feels like to be a loser!
@@.leema;"Good girl,"@@ she says, tottering up behind you. She smacks your bottom with a fluffy paw. @@.leema;"My name's Beli. You'll be screaming it in a minute."@@
You can't help but chuckle. Beli's sweet-natured voice lends no credibility to her lewdness and makes her attempts at dirty talk rather adorable.
Your chuckling stops, though, when you feel the rubbery tip of her faux-cock press against your clenching butthole. You feel a rush of warm liquid spurt against your asshole and into it as well. Apparently -- and thankfully -- the dildo comes (cums?) with lubrication.
Beli clasps your hips in her furry paws and presses the plastic prick against your starfish. You gasp and drop your forehead to the floor when the tip slips through your sphincter.
@@.leema;"Take it, bitch,"@@ Beli says, sounding absurdly silly.
Slowly, she sinks the shaft of the pretend penis into your guts. Your legs tremble and you groan as your bowels are invaded by the big slick dick. Once hilted, Beli giggles and begins to withdraw, only to immediately thrust back inside you.
@@.self;"ENNHH!"@@
@@.leema;"Oh, yeah! You like my cock, don't you, you little whore?"@@
You snort out a laugh but it sounds more like a vulgar moan.
Beli starts to properly fuck you now, much to the delight of the crowd. They whoop and cheer as she bumps her furry hips against your upturned ass again and again.
You mewl and whimper as the pretend prick gluts your guts again and again. It feels so scandalously, obscenely good. Delightfully sinful. Exquisitely depraved. You're getting fucked in front of a hundred or more strangers and you're moaning like a complete slut over it.
@@.self;"Huh... huh... huh..."@@ you breath as the panda-girl blasts your butthole. Your balls clench up tight. Your nubby erection bobbles between your legs, ready for imminent release.
@@.leema;"I'm going to fill you up, slut!"@@ Beli squeals.
You feel the fake cock spurt load after load inside you. The dildo makes squishy wet noises as the lube leaks from your invaded asshole.
With a loud, shameful cry, you release your own load onto the floor beneath you. Your little prick pulses out several short jets of jizz as your body and mind are wracked with orgasm.
@@.lemma;"I knew you liked my big fat dick!"@@
You're too busy panting to laugh. Beli releases you and you topple over to your side, still trembling a little.
Beli does a little victory lap around you, arms raised and dildo bobbing between her legs. The crowd goes wild and chants her name: @@.knob;"Beli! Beli! Beli!"@@
@@.bett;"Thanks,"@@ Beli's sister says to you before going over to hug Beli. The two of them laugh and giggle and they retreat with the crowd back to the starting line, apparently preparing for the next race.
After a few more moments, you push yourself unsteadily to your feet.
Well, that was interesting.
You don't really want to head back towards that crowd, so you turn and walk down the hallway in the other direction.
You find another steel door, very similar to the one that opened into this large hallway.
[[Open thaaaaaa doooooor! Again.|0036 NextRoom]]Actually, you're happy where you are. You and Captain Leema have sort of a relationship in the works. An interesting kind of relationship, sure, but it's obvious she cares for you and you feel pretty into her, too.
@@.kash;"No kidding?"@@ Kash looks surprised but she quickly grins. @@.kash;"Well, Hell! I did it! I win!"@@
She dances in a circle, waving her wand in the air.
@@.kash;"WooOOOooo!"@@
You clap your hand over your mouth to keep from snorting.
@@.kash;"Right, well... that's real keen, mate! I'm happy you're happy! So, is there anything I can do for you before I pop off for good?"@@
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0038 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0038 GoGirl]]
[[What about my voice?|0038 MyVoice]]You're not going to stay here any longer. It's been fun, but it's been weird.
You hurry after Kash. She heads up a long ramp that leads to the floor above but instead of going out to the corridor -- where you'd likely find yourself at the brutal pleasure of a score of beastly men and women -- she guides you to the adjacent room where you had lunch the day before and, at the back of said room, she shows you a small door that opens to a narrow passageway.
You open the door and peer down the slim hallway. It's dark but empty. Kash struts inside and starts down the passageway. You hurry after her.
After a minute or so, she turns to the left and you suddenly find yourself in what must be an engine room on the starship.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
"Those are what we need, mate!" Kash says.
You look at one of the vacuum tubes. It doesn't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck it right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can find to use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube.|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around the engine room.|0039 GoodEnd]]You shake your head. This is how Leema likes you and you're happy this way, too.
@@.kash;"Well, great! That's brilliant, mate. I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POOF!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
You sit down to wait for Captain Leema to come get you.
Thankfully, it doesn't take long before you see her striding down the hallway in your direction. You stand up and hurry over to her.
She throws her arms around you and hugs you to her. She presses her lips to the top of your head.
Then, without a word, she takes your hand and starts leading you home.
You feel yourself smile as you walk along beside her.
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND@@You think about being a real woman, tits and puss and all.
"Oh," Kash says. "Wellllll... it's not exactly allowed... but I suppose I could use some power from another case I'm working on to help you out. I mean, sure, why not? You're not going to tell anyone!" she says, laughing. "Sorry. Inconsiderate! But yeah, totally. What kinda crumpet you wanna be, babe? You just want a cunt? Or do you want some tits, too? Or do you want, like, a lot of everything? Or... maybe you want to be a kitty-girl so you can, you know, have a family with your cat-babe? I can use the DNA you've 'ahem' collected 'ahem' to make that happen."
Wow, she can really do that?
"Yep! So what'll it be?"
[[Just as I am but with a vagina instead of cock and balls.|0039 Petite]]
[[Make me a hottie with nice tits and a round ass and a sweet puss.|0039 Hottie]]
[[Max me out, boobies and booty and a fat, juicy pussy!|0039 Buxom]]
[[Cat-girl me. Definitely cat-girl me.|0039 CatGirl]]<<display "SUB - MY VOICE">>\
[[Nope, I'm all set.|0038 AllGood]]
[[Can you make me a real girl?|0038 GoGirl]]<<display "SUB - GO PETITE">>\
<<display "END - LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND 2">>\<<display "SUB - GO HOTTIE">>\
<<display "END - LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND 2">>\<<display "SUB - GO BUXOM">>\
<<display "END - LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND 2">>\You think about being a cat-girl.
@@.kash;"You got it!"@@
Kash whacks you on the head with her wand. You let out an upset meow. Meow? Wow! You look over yourself and see that you're a total girl now: nicely shaped B-cup boobies and a round, fit ass and a pair of adorably puffy pussy lips between your legs underneath a patch of puffy pink fur. In addition, a pink cat tail swishes happily from the base of your spine and you can feel a pair of perky cat ears on your head.
@@.kash;"Yowza, you came out cute!"@@ Kash says, grinning. @@.kash;"That feline filly of yours won't be able to keep her drooling dick out of your steamy slit, sister!"@@
You smile and shrug. You do feel awfully happy now!
@@.kash;"No worries on the change, either. The magic makes them think you've always been this way."@@
Well that's good!
@@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life, you kitty cutie!"@@
And with a <b>!POOF!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
You sit down to wait for Captain Leema to come get you.
Thankfully, it doesn't take long before you see her striding down the hallway in your direction. You stand up and hurry over to her.
She throws her arms around you and hugs you to her. She presses her lips to the top of your head between your fluffy cat ears.
Then, without a word, she takes your hand and starts leading you home.
You feel yourself smile as you walk along beside her, your tail happily swishing back and forth behind you.
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND@@@@.kash;"Yowza, you came out cute!"@@ Kash says, grinning. @@.kash;"That feline filly of yours won't be able to keep her drooling dick out of your steamy slit, sister!"@@
You smile and shrug. You do feel awfully happy now!
@@.kash;"I made it extra super-duper sensitive,"@@ Kash says, winking. @@.kash;"No worries on the change, either. The magic makes them think you've always been this way."@@
Well that's good!
@@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POOF!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
You sit down to wait for Captain Leema to come get you.
Thankfully, it doesn't take long before you see her striding down the hallway in your direction. You stand up and hurry over to her.
She throws her arms around you and hugs you to her. She presses her lips to the top of your head.
Then, without a word, she takes your hand and starts leading you home.
You feel yourself smile as you walk along beside her.
@@.notice;THE END: LEEMA'S GIRLFRIEND@@You slowly nod and a wide, toothy grin appears on Hardesh's wolfish face. He clasps his clawed hand around the back of your neck and ushers you along to walk beside him as he leaves the locker room.
You have to almost jog next to him as he lopes down the corridor. By the time you reach your destination -- a small alcove carved out in the corridor -- you're a little sweaty.
Inside the alcove a large pig-like man sits behind a computer at a desk. He glances up and stands when he sees your werewolf companion.
@@.hardesh;"Carry harness,"@@ Hardesh tells the large man.
The pig-man nods and totters over to the far wall. A panel opens up and he digs through the contents inside, looking back over his shoulder at you once, and eventually pulls out a bundle of straps and buckles. He hurries over to you and deftly fits you into the leather harness. Two straps criss-cross over your chest, going over and under your shoulders, and then meet in the back where a handle is attached. More straps buckle above your elbows and at your ankles, but they hang loosely from the harness itself and don't impede your movements.
Once the pig-man has checked the fit, he nods at your wolfish companion. Hardesh grabs the handle at your back and lifts you right off your feet. The straps at your elbows and ankles somehow tighten and draw upward, lifting your arms and legs. You dangle helplessly beside him as he carries you out of the alcove and continues down the corridor.
It's certainly a strange feeling being carried around like some sort of luggage!
Finally you reach your destination, which appears to be his quarters. It's an all-white room with a large bed against the far wall and nothing else.
Hardesh swings you up and releases you. You land with a flop on your belly on his bed. He's immediately on top of you, his knees wedging your legs apart and his maw clamped on the back of your neck. You hear him unfastening his trousers. You feel his hot cock drooling precum all over your ass and thighs.
Before you know it, his meaty prick is buried in your ass. You squeal and kick your feet as he begins to savagely pump his cock in and out of your burning, clenching asshole.
The wolf's sultry breath washes over your neck and cheek as he begins to pant heavily. The teeth on your neck prick against your flesh, threatening to break skin. His clawed fingers roughly fondle your ass and thighs.
He grunts and you whimper, again and again. His thrusts become more rapid and somehow even more fierce.
Hardesh releases your neck and arches back to let out a long, resounding howl. He jams his hips against yours and you can actually feel his thick dick pulsing as he unloads his seed into your bowels. He grinds his hips on your ass, growling, and then suddenly jerks his cock out of you. You feel like you can't breathe for a long moment. Then you start gasping for air as his excessive spooge bubbles from your blasted ass.
You're abruptly jerked up again by the handle of your harness. He carries you to the bathroom and pulls you to your feet beneath the shower.
You're still trembling from the experience and your ass is on fire, but you manage to wash yourself and clean your abused bottom as best you can.
Once done, Hardesh throws you a towel. He shakes off and lumbers out of the bathroom. After drying off and hanging up the towel, you follow.
He hands you a large hairbrush and lies face-down on the bed.
[[Err, I guess I'm supposed to brush him now?|0023 Brush]]^^^You sidle up on the bed next to him and start to run the hairbrush through his fur. He doesn't have any reaction but you suppose that means you're doing what he wants.
It takes you nearly half an hour to finish grooming his fur. You think he fell asleep about halfway through it.
@@.kash;"How's it being the pet in a relationship?"@@
You turn, startled, to see Kash -- your ever-naked hot-bodied fuck-fairy -- standing beside the bed, grinning.
@@.kash;"He's already got you trained, eh?"@@
You frown at her. You're not trained... right?
@@.kash;"Well let's get you outta here before you're too whipped to boogie,"@@ she says. @@.kash;"I'll show you were I found the engine room. Let's grab a power supply and jet!"@@
You gaze at her for a moment, thinking.
@@.kash;"Oi, don't even consider staying here with this bloke! This ferocious furball will blow your o-ring out in a matter of days, mate. Then what? He'd probably eat you, that's what!"@@
Eat you?! No... he wouldn't... right?
@@.kash;"Don't be noddy, girl. Let's go!"@@
[[Actually, I AM happy where I am now.|0024 StayHardesh]]
[[Yes, please, let's get outta this wacky place!|0024 Engineroom]]You shake you're head. You're staying with him. He won't eat you. He likes you!
Kash laughs. @@.kash;"You ARE daft, aren't ya? Fine, it's your funeral. But I can't leave you in a lurch like this. I'm gonna up your resilience a tad. Actually, a ton. You're gonna need it, mate."@@
Your fuck-fairy thumps her wand on your head. You don't feel any different, other than your ear stings a bit where she smacked it.
@@.kash;"That oughtta keep you from falling apart for a good while,"@@ she says. @@.kash;"Normally I'd offer you a going-away gift, but I've already done what I can with the power I had to spare. So that's that, ya doof! At least this counts as a win for both of us, eh?"@@
You nod. Both of you got what you wanted, you think.
@@.kash;"Well, brilliant!"@@ Kash says, smiling. @@.kash;"I gotta pop off now. Have fun with your new life!"@@
And with a <b>!POP!</b> and a few wisps of blue-black smoke, Kash is gone.
You set the hairbrush aside and then snuggle up to Hardesh to go to sleep. His well-muscled arm lifts up and wraps around you, pulling you to him. You nuzzle your face into his soft fur and close your eyes.
@@.notice;THE END: HARDESH'S PET@@You're not going to stay here any longer. It's been fun, but it's been weird.
@@.kash;"C'mon, we can get a power source in the engine room, easy-peasy!"@@
You nod and hop down from the bed to follow Kash. The two of you are only briefly in the corridor as Kash quickly shows you to a narrow passageway that runs parallel to the main corridor.
@@.kash;"These are all over the ship,"@@ she explains. @@.kash;"The people who DON'T want to be rape-bait use these, you nutter."@@
You frown at her. You didn't know there were other passageways!
You peer down the slim hallway. It's dark but empty. Kash struts inside and starts down the passageway. You hurry after her.
After a minute or so, she turns to the left and you suddenly find yourself in what must be an engine room on the starship.
The inside of the engine room is dark except for the glow of the consoles and bright blue glowing from capped vacuum tubes attached to the three large machines in the center of the room.
"Those are what we need, mate!" Kash says, appearing next to you.
You look at one of the vacuum tubes. It doesn't seem to be secured in place by any sort of mechanism. You can probably pluck it right out of the machine.
But you don't know what will happen to the starship if you do that. Will it still work? Will it crash into a black hole? Or maybe explode?
Maybe there's something else you can find to use here.
[[Grab the glowing vacuum tube.|0099 GrabTube]]
[[Look around the engine room.|0025 GoodEnd]]<<set $savedspirateship to true>>\
There has to be a better way. No telling what will happen if you just yank a power supply from a... whatever mobobber.
@@.kash;"Oi, what are you doing, mate?"@@ Kash asks as you start to look around the room.
You notice cabinets underneath some counters and you pull them open. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
@@.kash;"You're wasting time, you noddy dip. Let's jet already."@@
More cabinets. You bang them open frantically. More nothing.
@@.hardesh;"What are you doing?"@@ Hardesh's gruff voice demands.
You whirl around to see him staring at you, scowling as best as a wolf face can scowl.
@@.kash;"Oh shiiit! The furball musta followed your scent!"@@
Hardesh growls and takes a step toward you, his clawed fists flexing.
You scramble up on the countertop. But it won't help -- he can definitely still reach you!
You look around and then see it: one of the glowing tubes on a high shelf on the wall at the end of the counters. You couldn't see it from below due to the shelf. But there it is: a power supply!
With a quick glance back to the advancing werewolf, you scamper across the countertop towards the shelf.
@@.kash;"Hurry! Hurry!"@@ Kash shouts as she runs along below you.
You jump up and manage to grasp the glowing tube. You hear Hardesh roar and you nearly drop it.
@@.kash;"Oi, put it up to my wand!"@@ Kash says, holding out her wand to you.
You turn just in time to see Hardesh make a running leap at you.
Just before he swipes you down with his claw, you hold up the power supply to Kash's wand and with a <b>!POP!</b> you're gone.
[[Somewhere else?|0200 Otherwhere]]<<set $eggs to true>>\
You nod. Fill me up with them eggs, gov'ner! Or whatever Kash would say.
The crowd cheers their approval. The Most High Singer, Patrick, leads you up to the altar helps you atop it. Then he gestures that you should get on your hands and knees.
<b>!FLUP!</b> A glossy tube unfurls from somewhere in the ceiling. Patrick takes the end of it and lines it up with your bottom.
Well, now you know where the eggs are going. You kind of had an idea though, right?
You're not sure where Patrick got the lube, but you feel him apply it liberally around your puckered starfish. You shiver and press your lips together when one finger -- and then two -- prod inside your asshole to lubricate your ass-passage as well.
The crowd chants nonsense as Patrick starts to sort of 'screw' the tube against your butthole. You try to focus on breathing and staying relaxed as you feel it twisting inside of you, centimeter by centimeter. Finally, after a couple minutes of this, Patrick secures the tube into place by buckling some straps around your legs and waist.
The chanting grows louder. You hear a <b>!FLOOMP!</b> followed by a squishy noise that seems to be getting closer. You look over your shoulder and you see a white, ovoid object moving down the tube, bulging out the sides of it. It looks... big.
Soon the egg reaches your bottom and bumps against your ass.
Nope, that's not going to fit. There's no--
@@.self;"EUGH!"@@
You drop your head and grit your teeth as the strain on your asshole becomes unbearable. You feel your sphincter stretching around the egg in a losing battle of weakening resistance against such pressure, finally permitting its entry. You gasp as the egg slips into your bowels.
The crowd applauds. You feel another egg smack against your bottom. It starts to press inside your quivering anus.
@@.self;"ENNN!"@@
Another. And then another. Each egg knocks the breath out of you and causes you to whimper in relief when its finally inside of you. Just how many of these damn things are they going to put in you?!
@@.self;"AAAHHH!"@@
Damn, that one felt huge! <b>!FLOOMP!</b> Another egg bumps against your bottom. It presses. And presses. You feel yourself trying to push your hips back against it, trying to let it in against your body's unwillingness. The tube slickly drills deep inside you with every movement of your ass. You start to pant. You start to feel excited. You writhe atop the altar, gawked at by countless bug-bros as you start to get off on this. The tube slickly sliding against your asshole. The egg pushing to invade you.
@@.self;"OOHMMMNNN!"@@ you squeal as the orgasm overtakes you. Your anus spasms around the egg that's halfway inside you as you sputter a few spouts of spunk onto the altar. The egg slips into you and the crowd applauds again.
<b>!FLOOMP!</b> Oh shit, more?! On trembling hand and knees, another egg forces its way into your guts. And then another. And another. You can't take anymore! You feel so FULL!
Finally, Patrick steps up to the altar and begins unstrapping the tube. You whimper and shudder as the tube is removed from your abused asshole. He helps you down from the altar as the crowd cheers around you. You place your hand on your bulging belly as Patrick leads you out of the room.
@@.rager;"You did well, Charitable Carrier. This way, please,"@@ Patrick says, gesturing for you to walk next to him again. He guides you to a barred door and opens it for you, waving you inside. Once you step in, he shuts it behind you. @@.rager;"Please make your preparations, Charitable Carrier."@@
With that, he leaves.
You put your hands on the bars of the door. You're locked in.
[[Well just great!|0024 Cell]]You shake your head. Nope. You prefer your eggs on a plate, scrambled or maybe over-easy.
The Most High Singer, Patrick, nods. @@.rager;"The Charitable Carrier must have time to prepare, of course. Worry not, my brethren, the time will be upon us soon!"@@
The crowd mutters and murmurs that the time will, hopefully, be upon them soon.
@@.rager;"This way, please,"@@ Patrick says, gesturing for you to walk next to him again. He guides you to a barred door and opens it for you, waving you inside. Once you step in, he shuts it behind you. @@.rager;"Please make your preparations, Charitable Carrier."@@
With that, he leaves.
You put your hands on the bars of the door. You're locked in.
[[Well just great!|0024 Cell]]You look around the room and see that you're not alone.
A young woman, mixed with a bit of otter by the looks of her, is sitting on the only bed in the small room -- which you now realize is more of a jail cell than anything else. She's small, slender, and her round ears stick out from her head in an adorkable way. She's wearing threadbare robes that hardly cover her lithe body.
<<if $eggs eq true>>\
@@.kyleni;"Egged ya, huh?"@@ she asks.
You nod and rub your distended stomach. Yeah, they egged the shit outta you.
@@.kyleni;"Don't fret on it. They'll dissolve in a day or two. Then they'll want to egg you again."@@
You frown at her. You thought these were their children or brood or something?
<<else>>\
@@.kyleni;"Didn't get egged, huh?"@@ she asks.
You shake your head.
@@.kyleni;"Good for you. Those perverts will shove eggs into anyone. It gets them off, I think. They're like a weird cult."@@
Yeah, they did seem cultish. And weird.
<<endif>>\
@@.kylenia;"Can you talk?"@@
Nope. You shake your head.
@@.kyleni;"Well, great! First person I get to talk to in weeks and you can't even conversate."@@
You shrug. Sorry.
@@.kyleni;"Well come sit down. Looks like we'll be sharing a bed anyway."@@
<<if $eggs eq true>>\
Grateful to get off your feet with the load of eggs in your tummy, you waddle over and sit next to the otter-girl.
<<else>>\
Shrugging, you walk over and sit next to the otter-girl.
<<endif>>\
@@.kyleni;"Name's Ficka. I guess I'll call you... Cushie. Because you look cushy, see?"@@
You shrug. Cushie it is, then.
@@.kyleni;"Would you do me a favor, Cushie?"@@
You shrug. Depends on the favor.
@@.kyleni;"Would you... eat me out?"@@
You stare at her. Really?
@@.kyleni;"Not my pussy. That does nothing for me. I mean, it feel nice but... I need my asshole licked. To get off, I mean. Licked hard. Deeeeep,"@@ she says, shivering a bit. @@.kyleni;"Mmmmm just thinking about it is getting me all hotted up!"@@
You swallow. Lick her butthole? Jeez!
[[Looks like I'm tasting some otter-girl starfish tonight!|0025 LickButt]]
[[Uh... no. Nope. Mouth to ass is not my gig.|0025 NoLick]]You nod. Yep. Sure. You'll lick her butthole.
She grins and squishes your face in her hands. @@.kyleni;"Yay!"@@
Ficka turns over and gets on her knees and shoves her ass in your face.
She seems excited to get this started.
You take the otter-girls fit round bottom in your hands and lean toward it.
@@.kyleni;"Don't worry, I keep it super-clean,"@@ she promises.
Well, it looks clean. And there's no gross smell. Guess you better get to it.
@@.kyleni;"OH FNARK!"@@ she moans the moment your tongue touches her asshole. She reaches back to rub her pussy as you slather your tongue over her bumhole. @@.kyleni;"Oh, Cushie, yes! Just like that!"@@
You press your face into her ass and use your hands to spread her cheeks while you dig in to your dirty dinner. Ficka squeals when you breach her puckered anus. You push and push, swirling and undulating your tongue in ways you didn't even know you could.
The cutesy otter-girl moans and whimpers under your ministrations. She thrusts her hips back as you continue to delve your tongue into her quivering asshole.
@@.kyleni;"Uh... uh... OOOH!"@@
Ficka's body trembles and her hand works feverishly over her squishy wet cunt as she flies into an obvious orgasm. She squirms and cries out your name -- or at least your temporary name, "Cushie" -- while riding out her ecstasy.
She collapses onto the bed. You sit back and smack your lips. Tastes like... mango?
@@.kyleni;"Cushie, that was amazing!"@@ she says, smiling up at you.
You nod. Seemed like a real good time for her.
Ficka suddenly pushes herself up and turns around and, before you can even react, she clamps her hot lips on your dinky dick.
She's going to...? She's doing it!
You lean back against the wall while Ficka licks and sucks your nubby erection. She's forceful and relentless: she absolutely demands your release. Her head bobs in your lap. <b>!SCHLICK!</b> <b>!SCHLICK!</b> <b>!SCHLICK!</b>
Fuck. You don't stand a chance. Your toes curl and your back arches and your fists clench against the blanket on the bed. FUCK! You release a jet of jizz into her mouth, squirming and mewling from the staggering bliss of her vigorous blowjob.
Ficka swallows, licks her lips and gives you a quick kiss.
@@.kyleni;"That was total tits, Cushie,"@@ she says. @@.kyleni;"Let's get some fnarkin' sleep."@@
Throwing her arm around your neck, she pulls you down next to her on the bed and snuggles against you.
Your lips draw into a smile as Ficka gives you a soft goodnight kiss. This whole mess is really weird... but it's definitely the best kind of weird.
[[Zzz!|0026 WakeUp]]You shake your head. You're not down with cleaning butts with your tongue.
Ficka sighs. @@.kyleni;"Wow. Worst. Roommate. Ever."@@
She throws her arm around your neck and pulls you down next to her on the bed. She snuggles against you.
@@.kyleni;"Goodnight, Cushie,"@@ she says.
And she's right. You fall asleep really quickly.
[[Zzz!|0026 WakeUp]]]^^^<<if $catdna eq true or $bundna eq true or $dognda eq true or $pigdna eq true>>\
@@.kash;"Righto!"@@ Kash says. @@.kash;"Hey, it looks like you got some randy DNA samples, you scallywag!"@@ the voice of Kash says. @@.kash;"We got <<if $pigdna eq true>>piggy, <<endif>><<if $catdna eq true>>kitty, <<endif>><<if $dogdna eq true>>doggo, <<endif>><<if $pigdna eq true>>bunny, <<endif>>and... well, that's it. That of any interest to you, mate?"@@
"Huh?" you ask, your voice warbling in the ether.
"Since you got stuck in-between, as it happened, we can pipe in some of this hot spooge and give you a little boost! If you want some features of the DNA you gathered, just let me know. I'll sort it out!"
<<if $catdna eq true>>\
-Kitty-cat! ME. FUCKING. YOW.
<<endif>>\
<<if $bundna eq true>>
-Let's go with a bit of bunny.
<<endif>>\
<<if $dogdna eq true>>\
-Puppy me up, bitch.
<<endif>>\
<<if $pigdna eq true>>\
-I do like piggies, actually.
<<endif>>\
-No, thanks. That's werid. Which is a weird way of spelling weird. That's how weird it is.
<<else>>\
@@.kash;"Done,"@@ Kash says, though you don't feel anything. @@.kash;"Now let's jet!"@@
[[Ugh what's this weird feeling in my--!|0202 School]]
<<endif>>\<<if $catdna eq true or $bundna eq true or $dognda eq true or $pigdna eq true>>\
@@.kash;"Done,"@@ Kash says, though you don't feel anything. @@.kash;"And it looks like you got some randy DNA samples, you scallywag!"@@ the voice of Kash says. @@.kash;"We got <<if $pigdna eq true>>piggy, <<endif>><<if $catdna eq true>>kitty, <<endif>><<if $dogdna eq true>>doggo, <<endif>><<if $pigdna eq true>>bunny, <<endif>>and... well, that's it. That of any interest to you, mate?"@@
"Huh?" you ask, your voice warbling in the ether.
"Since you got stuck in-between, as it happened, we can pipe in some of this hot spooge and give you a little boost! If you want some features of the DNA you gathered, just let me know. I'll sort it out!"
<<if $catdna eq true>>\
-Kitty-cat! ME. FUCKING. YOW.
<<endif>>\
<<if $bundna eq true>>
-Let's go with a bit of bunny.
<<endif>>\
<<if $dogdna eq true>>\
-Puppy me up, bitch.
<<endif>>\
<<if $pigdna eq true>>\
-I do like piggies, actually.
<<endif>>\
-No, thanks. That's werid. Which is a weird way of spelling weird. That's how weird it is.
<<else>>\
@@.kash;"Done,"@@ Kash says, though you don't feel anything. @@.kash;"Now that you got a cooter, let's scooter!"@@
[[Ugh what's this weird feeling in my--!|0202 School]]
<<endif>>\@@.kash;"BLAHKGGLL!"@@
You spit out a mouthful of water and throw your hands up, trying to block whatever's trying to drown you. You look around as your eyes focus. Oh. You're in a shower.
@@.kash;"Oi, take it easy, ya loon!"@@
You crank the water off and then look over to see Kash standing beside you, laughing.
@@.self;"Hrrrmmm!"@@ you say. Although you were trying to ask her 'What the fuck?'
@@.kash;"Oh balls,"@@ she says, looking guilty. @@.kash;"We plum forgot to fix your voice."@@
WE forgot?
@@.kash;"Eh, no big deal. You did smashing without it before. And see, check this place out! Did you a favor, didn't I? Had to land you somewhere that your nudity would be out of place. Tada! We're in the school recreation center, see? Brilliant, innit?"@@
You step outside of the stall. Yes, you can see that now. You're in some sort of gym locker room, as far as you can tell. It doesn't look like any of the rooms on the spirate ship, though. This one is sort of... retro. Everything is bright ugly colors and the walls have gaudy aqua-blue and orange stripes on them.
@@.kash;"C'mon!"@@ Kash says, waving for you to follow.
Your ever-naked fuck-fairy leads you into a room with a couple benches and small lockers lining the walls.
@@.kash;"I did some recon. This baby right here is unlocked, so you can snag the clothes inside,"@@ she says, pointing her wand at one of the lockers.
You open it up and find a blue midriff tank-top, a silky pair of bright orange short-shorts, and a pair of neon purple flip-flops inside. There is also a towel, thankfully, so you quickly dry yourself off. You pull on the shorts and yank the top-top over your head and slip on the flip-flops. The shorts are quite snug and the hem of the tank-top billows out above your navel. Weirdly the flip-flops are the perfect size. You have a hard time imagining the shape of a person these clothes would actually fit.
You glance at yourself in the huge mirror that dominates one wall of the room. You look like a cute girl who is a little slutty and a lot color-blind. And it feels pretty weird to finally be in clothes again!
You see another locker with the door ajar and open it. Inside is a black duffel bag.
@@.kash;"What're you on about, mate?"@@ Kash asks.
You haul out the black bag to place it on a bench and then, curious, you unzip the bag. Inside you find a t-shirt and some jeans and socks and shoes. Everything here looks like it would fit you, more or less.
You turn to Kash with a frown.
@@.kash;"What? Oh, come off it!"@@ she says, rolling her eyes. @@.kash;"You don't want to wear that stuffy junk. You look downright adorable as is!"@@
[[Just wear what I'm wearing now.|0203 WearIt]]
-Change into the more conservative clothes ^^^You zip up the black duffel, hoist it back up into the locker, and close the door.
@@.kash;"See?"@@ Kash says, grinning. @@.kash;"I know what's best for my new girl. Just follow my lead."@@
You shrug. You did pick the outfit she wanted you to wear, after all. Maybe she does kind of know what's best.
@@.kash;"Of course I know what's best! Now let's leg it to class, ya hot little hussy. We've a mystery to solve!"@@
Class? A mystery?
You follow after Kash as she leads you out of the locker room and into hallway. You can now clearly see that you're in a school of some type.
Kash struts down the hallway, her slender hips swaying suggestively, and finally stops at one of the many doors in the hallway. She points her wand inside.
@@.kash;"Science,"@@ she says. @@.kash;"Don't worry, I've set up you up with the perfect cover persona! But you're a tad late, I'm afraid."@@
Apparently you're supposed to go to class. But what are you supposed to be doing here?
@@.kash;"Oh, right, the mystery!"@@ Kash says. She turns to you and gives you a thin smile. @@.kash;"Well, I gotta come clean, mate. This particular trip wasn't all for you, see? The rotton old codger that snaked my muse job came through here and I need you to figure out who he is! There'll be clues, see? And it's your duty to find them!"@@
You frown at her. You didn't get to go home because she's got some vendetta against the person who took her job?
@@.kash;"Oi, don't give me that! You owe me, after all. I'm helping you, ain't I? So you get to help me, too. That's fair, innit?"@@ she asks, pouting. @@.kash;"You gotta help me out, mate. Nobody swipes a jammy job like muse from Lucy Furr!"@@
Lucy... Furr? Her name is Lucy Furr?
@@.kash;"Eyup,"@@ she says, grinning.
Jesus Christ! She's Lucifer!
@@.kash;"Ha! Weird! I don't think anyone would ever expect to ever hear a phrase like that, mate. But we can chat about that rot later, eh? You're late to science. Get in there already,"@@ she orders, smiling but narrowing her eyes at you.
[[Get to class!|0204 Class]]Not one to tempt upsetting Lucifer, you nod and open the classroom door and step inside.
@@.rager;"You're tardy again, Miss Ticklebumbeaver,"@@ the severe-looking man at the front of the classroom says.
That's not your name. You don't think that could actually be anyone's name. And you've never even been here before, so how can you have been tardy previously?
The room is filled with students and they are all thankfully human -- or human-looking, at least. There's no cat-people or dog-people, just people-people. All young, attractive, and staring at you.
<<if $catdna eq true OR $bundna eq true OR $dognda eq true OR $pigdna eq true>>\
Staring at you, the only animal-hybrid in the room. Possibly the world.
<<endif>>\
@@.rager;"Take your seat,"@@ the instructor orders, pointing you towards an empty desk in the front row.
You hurry to the indicated desk, your flip-flops smacking on your heels as you go. You notice that all the other students in the class are dressed much more conservatively that you are. In fact, they all seem to be wearing different variations of a school uniform: all dark blue with ostentatious orange highlights. You're quite out of place in your midriff tank-top and clingy little silk shorts, but the instructor doesn't seem to be concerned with your blatant nonconformity.
<<if $tattoo eq true>>\
@@.knob;"Nice tramp stamp,"@@ someone snickers as you pass by.
<<endif>>\
You take your seat and clasp your hands on the top of the desk. Everyone else has books and binders and pads and pens, but you have nothing at all. The instructor doesn't seem to care about that, either. He turns to the blackboard and starts scribbling nonsense with a piece of chalk.
You look around and see the other pupils taking notes as the instructor babbles patently ridiculous things. This goes on for nearly half an hour.
@@.rager;"Therefore, of course, the amount of pickled extract per two and a half wavelengths of seven flaccid foot-pounds, squared, is inexactly four centimeters."@@ He triple-underlines a blank space on the blackboard for emphasis. @@.rager;"Any questions?"@@
Lots.
@@.rager;"No? Good. Study pages three and a quarter paragraph sixteen word four of book five through pages nine and three-fourths paragraph twenty-two word and a half nine of book two."@@
The students grumble but, flipping through their books, apparently do what they've been told. As if that were possible.
@@.rager;"A word, Miss Ticklebumbeaver,"@@ the teacher says, beckoning you to his desk as he takes his seat behind it.
You slide out of your seat and shuffle up to his desk. He smiles up at you as you stand before him, the corners of his mouth curling wickedly.
@@.rager;"This is your third time tardy to my class, Miss Ticklebumbeaver. Do you know what that means?"@@
You shrug and shake your head.
@@.rager;"What it means,"@@ he says, twiddling his fingertips together like a supervillain, "is punishment."
You frown. You've been here all of an hour and you're apparently already in trouble -- and for something you didn't actually do, besides!
@@.rager;"Shall I have you in the stocks for your lunch period? I'm sure the other students would be more than happy to make sure you're 'fed' properly,"@@ he says, grinning. @@.rager;"But perhaps you'd like to volunteer to work in the cafeteria for the next two hours? Or, if you'd rather this be over and done with, you could always simply make amends underneath my desk here."@@
Well this sure is an 'interesting' type of school!
@@.rager;"Stocks,"@@ he says, holding up one finger. @@.rager;"Cafeteria,"@@ he asks, holding up two. @@.rager;"Or get underneath my desk. What will it be?"@@
-Hold up one finger to be put in the stocks ^^^
[[Hold up two fingers to go to work in the cafeteria.|0205 Cafeteria]]
-Just crawl under the damn desk and get it over with ^^^You hold up two fingers, signifying that you'd rather work in the cafeteria than be subjected to the stocks or blow the instructor.
He glowers but nods and waves you off.
@@.rager;"Very well, off you go then, Miss Ticklebumbeaver."@@
Some of the other students snicker at you as you walk out of the classroom. Once in the hallway, you realize you have no idea where the cafeteria is located.
@@.kash;"This way,"@@ Kash says, appearing beside you and pointing to the left.
You shoot her a frown.
@@.kash;"Oi, mate, the cafeteria was your choice! If you asked me, you shoulda just crawled under that desk and got the business done,"@@ she says, shrugging. @@.kash;"I mean it's not like you're a prude about it, are ya? But hey, maybe there'll be clues in the cafeteria! So go on then -- just follow the signs."@@
<b>!POOF!</b> she's gone again.
With a sigh, you head down the hallway to the left. Sure enough, there are several signs showing the way to the cafeteria.
The lunchroom is surprisingly large and full of plastic bench-seat picnic tables. It's completely empty of people, though. You wander to the back of the room looking for someone to help.
@@.leema;"Hey, whatcha doin?"@@ a light and sweet feminine voice asks.
You turn to find a girl in a chef-style dress standing in a now open doorway. She is wearing a puffy little chef's hat atop her pigtailed strawberry-blond hair. She's quite adorable and has a very pretty smile.
But she looks like someone used some sort of 'enlargement ray' on her. She appears proportional in every aspect, from her head to her feet, but she's been somehow... magnified. If you had to guess from a picture of her without context, you would put her at about five and half feet tall. But in reality she has to be at least a couple inches over seven feet.
After the shock at seeing such an adorable giant wears off, you signal to her that you cannot talk. You must be getting awfully good at miming out your inability to speak because she seems to understand immediately.
@@.leema;"Aww, sad!"@@ she says, putting on a pout. @@.leema;"Do you know where you lost it? We could look for it together!"@@
You frown and shake your head. Even though you know how you lost your voice, it doesn't make much sense to go looking for it.
@@.leema;"Dang,"@@ she says. @@.leema;"But what are you doing here? Are you on lunch duty?"@@
You nod.
@@.leema;"Oh, great! We could really use you. Come on, come in!"@@ she says, waving you to her. @@.leema;"My name's Connie Candi. And you must be Tippy Ticklebumbeaver."@@
With a sigh, you nod. You suppose you must be Tippy Ticklebumbeaver, indeed.
You follow the big cute giant into the back room and find yourself in an expansive kitchen. Connie leads you over to a storage room and starts picking through one of the shelving stands that is stacked with what appears to be shoeboxes.
@@.leema;"Let's see, let's see,"@@ she says. @@.leema;"Hmm. Nope. Ah. Nope. Hmm. Don't worry, I'm good at sizes. Nope. Ugh, no way. AH! Yeah! Here we go!"@@
Connie hands you one of the shoeboxes and you open it up. Inside is an outfit: a pair of black spandex pants and a small t-shirt. Connie grabs the pants and tosses them away.
@@.leema;"Forget about those, the shorts you have on are much cuter!"@@
You hold up the tiny shirt to look at it. The front reads: @@.knob;"It's my duty..."@@ And on the back, @@.knob;"...to serve this booty!"@@
You shoot the adorable giant a concerned look but she just hands you a pair of knee-pads.
@@.leema;"Um... Tippy? I wonder if you might be interested in helping a girl out?"@@ Connie asks, her cheeks suddenly blushing red. @@.leema;"I really could use a hand."@@
You shrug, not knowing what she needs.
@@.leema;"I mean, literally, I could use a hand,"@@ she says, biting her lip. She lifts the skirt of her dress to reveal a lack of underwear and one very wet pussy engorged with arousal. Her clit juts out from the hood of her vagina and it's nearly as big as your thumb.
@@.leema;"Would you... um... fist-fuck me?"@@ she asks sweetly.
You glance at your hand and then back to the glistening cunny between her legs. You suppose that jamming your fist in her cooter would be the most effective way for someone like you to sexually please someone like her.
-Nod
-Nooope.