Alien Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  I shut my eyes so hard that it hurt as I released all that my balls had to offer into her rectum. Her pussy squirting came to a halt shortly before I finished my release, but her body was shuddering out of control.

  I looked her in the eyes as she continued her uncontrollable orgasm. "You're my bitch, Strawberry," I told her, astonished by my own words as they left me lips. When she nodded her agreement, I pulled up from my apology. Instead, I gave her a couple more thrusts into her anus for good measure. Each were received with that painful whine that was more of an indication of extreme pleasure.

  I wasn't sure if it was Aeren's business-like manner or Strawberry's that took control of me after that. I pulled my gigantic ass-plunging willy out of her gaping red asshole and stepped back.

  "That takes care of the thank you sex, I believe," I told her. She was just getting control of her body back as she nodded vigorously in agreement. "Are we clear on how to handle the Sage situation?"

  She gasped for breath as I watched her pussy and asshole spasming. She had her own cum splattered all over her legs and my bed. Someone would need to clean that up. I had a few ounces of it on my lower chest and abdomen, too. I was tempted to tell her to lick it off of me. Would she do that?

  "I'm going for a shower," I told her. In a way I felt bad about how things played out. We had been progressing our personal relationship recently, especially with holding hands while cruising the station. With anyone else I would say that I just erased all that. With Strawberry though, I wasn't sure.

  "Are we good here?" I asked like I was settling a bar tab. Damn I could be such an ass sometimes. I had come so far, but when the opportunity arose, I fucked it hard. That old criminal me-first mentality came back, and I couldn't fight it off. Underneath, however, I was incredibly sensitive to how Strawberry would react to this encounter.

  "Yes," my first officer replied. "I'll get this cleaned up, captain. But Kash, it can't be like this every time. I mean, I'd like to be your fuck toy more often. It has been fun both times. But this crazy shit that just happened, this has to be rare."

  I nodded as I turned and left my quarters, still pulling my strawberry ass scented floppy whale back into my uniform shorts as the door opened.

  My mind went back to something that Strawberry had said to me before. A reference to songs from back in my time. I didn't fully understand how it was happening. But all I did these days was win-win-win.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:

  I didn't return to Aeren's room for two reasons. First, I just had enough sex to last me for a while. Second, I believed that the special challenge of developing a relationship with the slender elfish alien was going to require patience. I preferred to establish a better connection before planting my seed in her. It only seemed right to me. I fucking couldn’t believe that I was saying that to myself. I was a changed man.

  It took me an hour to relax, but then I slept soundly until I was alerted that the cargo had arrived on the dock above us. Cinnamon didn't need any help getting it loaded. Her expertise with the mechanical robot loader was as impressive as I remembered. The whole process looked very routine for her. I hung around a little to watch the action but mostly focused on managing the delicate temperament of the dragons.

  We prepared the forward cargo hold for their new habitat. That would keep them out of view should anyone be able to peer into the entrance of our ship. I was warned that unloading and loading cargo on a planet would be much like it was on dragon world. Some companies would bring the goods right up to the door between our engines. They would certainly be able to spot two huge flying lizards drooling at the opportunity to get outside.

  The amount of space for them in the forward hold was similar to what they had in the main cargo compartment when it was nearly full of cannisters. It just felt more confined due to the single door which would be locked during risky time periods.

  We let Sage sit in the cage during the whole process. I didn't want her taking any golden opportunities to cause a disturbance. Gako and Dawynda kept her company as an added but unnecessary security measure.

  There were several more things delivered after the cargo was completely on board. Food for our processors in the galley. New clothing options. And a few personal items for each of the crew members. It delayed our departure by another hour, but those were mostly things that we needed to keep the crew happy and well fed.

  We received the fifteen minutes warning that the docking tube and lift would be retracted back into the station, which was required before we could unhook and fly away. Once I received that, Strawberry and I escorted Sage out our ship's exit and into the tube.

  "There are a number of things that we could have done with you," I told the hefty hourglass shaped prisoner. I was feeling especially excited in this moment. This bitch had plotted my death. Now she was at my mercy.

  "I know," she replied calmly. "You shared some of those ideas with me."

  She was of course referring to my threat to ass-rape her and then jettison her body into space. I later found out that without a proper airlock we did not have the capability of dumping our garbage into the endless vacuum of the void.

  Strawberry was holding our captive at gunpoint, though she did her best to keep the pistol concealed from view. Sage was clean and dressed in a new outfit that we acquired to fit her special shape, as unique as it was. She knew that we were taking her onto a station, but I hadn't revealed the details to her yet. Strawberry was worried enough about how she would respond. I decided to let her mind wander on how to deal with being turned over to authorities or placed in a crate, among the myriad of other possibilities.

  "I'm going to set you free," I finally told her when we exited the lift onto the open dock. I was hoping that revelation would delay any attempt for her to draw attention to us. Then I handed her the chit that Strawberry had loaded with funds as we had discussed. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to falsify the amount. "Here is fifty-thousand in credits. That should keep you for a while as you figure out what to do with your life."

  "Seriously?" she asked in shock. That was the effect that I was hoping for. "You're just going to let me go?"

  "We've arranged for passage for you on this next ship over here," I explained as I guided her nonchalantly by the elbow. So far, no one was paying us any attention. It was mostly dock workers nearby. We got lucky that no crew members of the ship adjacent to us were yet visible.

  "To where?" Sage asked as she appeared to adjust her outlook. "Where are we now? I don't recognize this station."

  "They are going to your home next, Zeus Station in the Sirius system. I assumed that would be the best place for you to start over. You can reject the transport, of course, and stay here. But I don't see that option working to your advantage."

  I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She probably had plans to create a disturbance that would delay our departure. Then claim that we had stolen the ship from her. That would lead to an investigation that could eventually get her convicted for murder. But women didn't always think logically. I learned a long time ago not to depend on that.

  Sage opened her big-lipped mouth a few times to speak but couldn't figure what to ask or say. Her mind was reeling with this new development. She then became more focused on the ship in question. It was a merchant vessel about three times the size of ours and named Starseeker. There were at least a hundred crates sitting at their docks, mostly in a pattern of rows. As she tilted her head to look around them for the lift tube, I carefully pulled a metal injector from my pocket. Before she had any idea what was happening, I pressed it firmly against her arm.

  Sage flinched at the unexpected contact and turned toward me. The ensuing look of horror on her face then was priceless. But it lasted less than two seconds before she fell to the dock floor unconscious. A quick look around told me that we had not been spotted. I had successfully picked the perfect time and place.

  A small alcove had been created by stacked cargo cubes. Strawberry helped me drag the
drugged woman's fat ass all the way back into it. She wouldn't be found until they started moving the cubes. By that time, we would be long gone. Sage would have enough money to survive and think about what she would do next. With her ship already departed, it wouldn't make sense for her to try to come after us. We didn't give her enough funds to rent a system ship to fly to the planet. Her story would not only have to be convincing to get authorities to pursue us, but it would also take time to investigate.

  Strawberry and I scurried back to our lift without drawing any attention. The timer above it said seven minutes, so it was natural for us to be hurrying. Once in the tube and headed for the entrance to our ship I asked her how she was feeling.

  "My asshole is very sore, but otherwise I'm okay captain. Thanks for asking."

  I chuckled a moment then clarified. "I mean about the Sage situation."

  "Oh, that," she replied as she bobbed back in forth in thought. It was an attractive mannerism on her already dollish look. "You treated her better than most people in your situation would have. She did try to kill you repeatedly. But your verdict was stern enough to discourage problems from other crew members. Overall, I'm happy."

  Then she reached for my hand as our ship's doors opened. Once inside we eagerly climbed the steps together and strolled to the control room. It was time for our pre-launch checklist. Then we were off for the surface of a nearby planet to sell our newly acquired cargo and get a little recreation time.

  Cinnamon handled all communications with the station during our departure like a pro. Honeysuckle tackled the systems job with truly little help needed from Strawberry, who in turn had her hands full with navigation. I could see the new assignments working well.

  Leaving a space station, just like approaching it, had a specific path and speed requirement to follow. You couldn't just go from point A to point B at whatever rate you chose. Doing so could send your ship through local traffic lanes or even debris fields. The process for this particular exit required five nav-points. My anal loving first officer accidentally only provided me with four. Fortunately, station flight control caught the error within seconds and alerted us before anyone need panic.

  Dealing with other ships wasn't so bad within the control zone of the station. From there to our destination had a steady flow of two-way traffic, but it wasn't awfully challenging to find our spot in the pattern. Approaching the planet was a whole new problem. There were hundreds of orbiting satellites and small stations each with their own purpose. Some science labs. Others recreational retreats. And the flight paths of the ships varied dramatically depending on their source location and destination.

  A traffic station contacted our comm girl and gave us instructions, but then followed up with necessary adjustments four times. After that we were passed off to another control point for directions. Eventually, we approached the entry point to lead us to the spot on the planet where we needed to dump our cargo.

  Teegarden Dimo-First was the lone planet in the system that had been terraformed. But it was only one of three that currently held human habitation in some form. I didn't know anything about the terraforming process, so it came as a surprise when images of the surface appeared on screen to show barren wasteland.

  "There are five green spots," Strawberry informed me. "Those are places where additional effort has been made to make the planet livable. Eventually most of the planet will be able support human life. Until then these green zones hold all the population."

  "Are they all close together?" I asked.

  "No, not really," the redhead answered. "There are three in the northern hemisphere, but one is almost on the other side of the planet from the other two. The two in the southern half are somewhat remote."

  "I would think that they would want all their cities in a row for codependency," I said.

  "Captain," Vanilla spoke up, which was something that she rarely did while we were in flight. Her job was to monitor life support and that didn't require any communication when everything was fine. "It is not my field of course, but I believe the five chosen locations were areas that responded best to the terraforming project. To make habitation faster they focused their efforts where they could be more successful."

  "Ah, instead of trying to squeeze blood from a turnip," I muttered, unsure what the expression actually meant. I assumed that it applied.

  "What is a turnip?" Honeysuckle asked.

  "A vegetable, I think. I've never actually eaten one."

  "Why would there be blood in a vegetable?" Honey queried again.

  "There wouldn't. That's my point."

  "That doesn't make any sense to me," Honey mumbled. She was always the most likely to speak up when she didn't understand or agree with things, especially in the control room. I had seen her comments border on insubordination at times.

  "I understand, captain," Vanilla supported me. "I believe your analogy is correct. Settlers would have an extremely difficult time creating a life providing zone where it would be the least likely to possess it in the first place."

  "Well, we'll be avoiding the turnips anyway," Strawberry said to bring us back to our focus. "Flight instructions are coming in from Codi-Wiodi now."

  That was the name of the specific green zone or city-state where we were to unload our cargo. I thought it hilarious when I first heard it. I could only assume that it was named after the old western town in the United States, Cody Wyoming.

  Nav-points appeared on my screen along with a proposed flight plan conjured up by our computer to meet the local requirements. I tapped the screen to approve and focused my attention on the visuals instead of flying the ship. The place sort of reminded me of flying into Las Vegas on an airplane. There was desert everywhere until our target location appeared. Instead of a series of Nevada golf courses providing the green contrast, it was large plots of farmland.

  The actual city of Codi-Wiodi was the bullseye of the large round habitation zone. Or the itty-bitty nipple in the giant tit. There was a shiny dome in the center that initially had me wondering of it was for sporting events. The structure resembled an enclosed stadium from Earth. I was glad that I didn't suggest that idea and look incredibly stupid.

  "The first structure on a terraforming planet is usually a dome," Vanilla offered. "Not only is it a safe place during the long process, but inhabitants can always seek shelter there later in the event of a catastrophe."

  Smaller rectangular buildings encircled the dome with strange rooftops. The slanted bowl-shaped rooves were reflecting sunlight and extended far beyond the structures below them. I decided to wait for Honey to question the design. Vanilla happily explained that the tops of the buildings served two purposes besides providing shelter. Solar energy and water collection from the infrequent rainfall.

  The designated landing zone was in a section that was part of the crop wheel that had been paved over instead. Adjacent to it was a large square building that resembled a warehouse from Earth. Its roof was less exaggerated but still served to provide for the city's power and hydration needs.

  We were directed to pad number four. I watched my screen intently as I allowed the autopilot to set us down softly. The ship was performing so well lately that piloting was not the least bit challenging. My job more often than not was simply to oversee the work of a flawless performer.

  Despite the dozens of people walking around out there on the surface, Doctor Vanilla insisted that we allow the air quality analysis to complete before opening the exit door. When the report encouraged us to wear simple rebreathers for our first few hours on the planet, I quickly scoffed at that idea. That was until she provided me with a sample of the outside air to sniff. It had such a dusty chemical smell that I began coughing uncontrollably right away.

  With a clear breathing apparatus covering my nose and mouth, goggles over my eyes, I finally opened the exit door to step outside onto another planet. This was my third, counting Earth. Surprisingly, none of the crew members had visited more than five themselves. Due t
o the airport style environment, I was the one most at home as we left the ship.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:

  As usual, Cinnamon and Strawberry handled most of the details when dealing with dock crew and purchasing agents. Already having a contract expediated the process, but sadly the company that we were dealing with was a day behind in their workload. A seasonal illness unique to this world had made its way through the population recently and set everything back due to a lack of manpower. We were encouraged to keep our breathers on, even after we were accustomed to the planet's air, unless inside one of the buildings.

  New diseases that humans could struggle with were a common thing when settling new worlds. Construction methods compensated with heavy duty filtering systems to alleviate the problem when indoors. Luckily, it also filtered out much of the annoying bad taste in the air.

  The first building that we entered had a long counter with employees behind it, like an auto parts store from my time. All males with their eyes glued to the bodies of my two dazzling companions. Finally, after an awkward silence, one of them offered to help us.