Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  "You big baby!" laughed Cheryl as she playfully pushed him out the door. "You're supposed to protect the ladies," she said.

  James and Cheryl stood just outside the ship, surveying the landscape around them. They looked around for several minutes while Cheryl scanned the area with the tricorder. James kept his eyes and ears open for signs of people or animals.

  "It doesn't look like there's anybody here but us," said, Cheryl.

  "Okay, let's move out," said James.

  James and Cheryl hiked over the hilly terrain for several kilometers. The landscape was rocky and barren with only a few plants growing in sparse clumps. Cheryl stopped to adjust the tricorder. "This thing only works intermittently," she complained.

  "The stellar flare must have overloaded its power supply," James replied. "Our communicators and phasers are completely dead," he added.

  "We'll have to stick together for safety," Cheryl ordered. She didn't want to admit that she felt afraid.

  James sensed her anxiety and tried to reassure her.

  "Shuttle pilots have to go on several survival missions before they can be certified for duty," he said. "When was the last time you camped out?"

  "Never in the wilderness," she replied.

  "All right," he said, "stay close by and follow my lead. I can pull us through this mess until the Galaxy arrives."

  James' act of bravado seemed to be working. Cheryl became visibly more calm. "What do we do first?"

  "We're going to need to locate a source of water. Then we can try to find a place to signal the Galaxy from. They'll need a safe place to land the rescue craft." James said.

  "Can't they beam us out?" Cheryl asked.

  "Do you want to transport through that plasma storm?" James replied. "They'll have to make a landing rescue."

  The Lieutenant nodded in an attempt to play down her ignorance. The Ensign pretended he didn't notice.

  "Keep your eyes peeled for any possible source of food or water," instructed James, "and do not touch anything until we know if it's safe!" he added.

  "Don't shout orders at me, Ensign!" barked Haskell.

  "We're marooned on this planet, no thanks to your mistake!" Travis shouted. "I'm not going to let you pull rank and get us into another mess!" He paused a few seconds for effect. "Besides, this is survival. There is no such thing as rank, anymore. We have to act as a team!"

  Lt. Haskell knew that Travis was right but she didn't want to admit she was in over her head. She made no reply. She was tired and didn't want to fight anymore. They pressed onward, climbing uphill in search of a vantage point from which to survey the area. Ens. Travis stopped to give his crew mate a hand climbing the steep grade. They reached the top and stood, looking out over the landscape. The weather was hot and humid. Lt. Haskell took out her canteen and took a long drink as she wiped the sweat off her brow.

  "Go easy on that water!" warned Travis, "That's all we've got to survive!"

  "I'm hot and thirsty!" complained Haskell.

  "We've got to conserve water until we find a source," Travis said.

  Cheryl put away the canteen then began to unzip her uniform. James stood silently, pretending not to notice as she pulled her zipper all the way down to her waist. He carefully strained to get a peek at the body that, until now, had always remained hidden beneath heavy fabric. The front of her uniform swayed open revealing a glimpse of her ample breasts, supported by her low-cut bra. James quickly looked away when she glanced in his direction. Cheryl knew that he was noticing her. She pretended to be unaware as she loosened her top, exposing her lean stomach. "Whew! It's hot!" she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

  James followed suit. He unfastened his own uniform and pretended to fan himself with the flaps. Cheryl made no attempt to hide the fact that she was looking at James' muscular chest and well defined abs. He felt a little bit embarrassed and aroused at the same time. "I guess we've got to make due in this heat," said James as a thinly disguised excuse. They stood in awkward silence for several minutes, looking out over the horizon.

  "That looks like a clearing down there," said Cheryl.

  "Yes, I see it," replied James.

  "There must be water because there's grass growing," she said.

  "It doesn't look like grass,' he answered.

  They stared down at the large valley, rimmed by a low wall of worn rock and low growing vegetation. It appeared to be a kilometer wide and, at least, two or three kilometers long. The whole floor of the valley appeared to be covered in a lush brown carpet of short grass but it didn't look quite right to be grass. They stood quietly, trying to decide what it was. A stiff breeze blew up, causing the vegetation around them to rustle in the wind. Suddenly, they looked at each other. Cheryl spoke first, "Does that look like fur to you?" The grass in the clearing waved in the air currents. "I think you're right!" said James, "I think it is fur!"

  Cheryl started climbing eagerly down the hill. "Come on! Let's go check it out!"

  "Wait!" called James, "We don't know what it is yet!"

  Cheryl sprinted several meters ahead. Rocks and debris slid down the steep trail in front of her. James ran ahead to catch up. "Be careful!" he called out. It was only a minute before he caught up to her. He grabbed her by the back of her uniform and stopped her just as they reached the edge of the grass-fur meadow.

  "Hey!" shouted Cheryl as her uniform slipped off her shoulders. She struggled to free her arms from the sleeves then let the top of her leotard fall down and hang around her waist. James was surprised when his crew mate made no attempt to cover herself up but the weather was hot and she had been complaining about the heat. He put aside his lustful urge and continued with his warning.

  "You don't know what could be in there!" James instructed. "We have to check things out first."

  Cheryl picked up the tricorder and scanned the area. "No life readings," she reported hastily.

  "That thing's not reliable," James answered. "Let's go back to the ship before it gets dark," he said. "We can start exploring again at first light."

  Cheryl reached down and touched the brown growth at her feet, in front of her. "It IS fur!" she exclaimed, "It's really soft!"

  A subtle scent wafted up when Cheryl's hands brushed through the fur. She inhaled the rich, musky fragrance. A sense of exhilaration came over her as she ran both hands back and forth. The more she rubbed the stronger the scent became. Cheryl felt her inhibitions slip away. She didn't recognize the drug like effect it had on her. The more she inhaled the more she wanted.

  Thirty seconds later, the fur's aphrodisiac properties had completely intoxicated her. She was overcome by the strong desire to touch and to be touched by the fur.

  "It will be safer if we make camp back by the shuttlecraft!" James exclaimed.

  Cheryl acted like she didn't hear him. She kneeled down to unfasten her boots before kicking them off her feet. She waded, barefoot, into the fur and stood about two meters from the edge of the land. "See, there's nothing wrong," she said.

  James just stood on the shore and shook his head as his shipmate turned and walked farther out into the sea of fur. She danced and frolicked like a little girl. "It's nice!" she said, "It feels so soft on my feet!" A moment later, she took off running, full speed, out into the middle of the furry meadow. "Come on!" she called, "Let's have some fun before we go back to camp!" She didn't stop running until she had reached the middle.

  James was aroused by the sight of Cheryl running, nearly topless, through the sea of soft, sensuous fur. The scent of the pelts was beginning to take its effect on his mind, too. The setting sun silhouetted her form. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she ran. He inhaled the fur's musky drug once more. James was overcome by the desire to wade out there and take her in the middle of the giant lake of fur. His attention wandered as he daydreamed about the beautiful woman dancing in front of him. Cheryl's screams suddenly jolted him back to reality.

  "I'm stuck!" shouted Cheryl, "Help!"

  James looked up and s
aw that Cheryl had somehow sunk almost knee deep into the ground. "Get out of there!" he hollered back.

  "I can't, I keep sinking!" she shouted back. She struggled for a few moments and finally freed one foot then, after more struggling, the other came free.

  "Get out! Run!" shouted James.

  Cheryl sprinted for shore but she sank in, deeper and deeper, with every step. Her gait became more and more labored the farther she sank. The soggy ground seemed to ripple like water around her as she fought to stay on top. Her legs began to tire. Her muscles felt like spaghetti as she tried to high-step her way through the deepening quagmire of fur.

  "Help me!" she cried out in terror.

  James hesitated for a moment before stepping into the fur. He tested the ground with his foot. It felt solid. He stood with his full weight in the fur. He felt as steady as if he was standing on solid ground. He sprinted out to Cheryl, still sinking in the fur. By the time he reached her, she had sunk up to her mid thighs.

  "I'm sinking!" she screamed.

  James grabbed Cheryl by the arms and tried to pull her free. She kicked her legs, struggling to battle her way out. James pulled even harder and finally, he succeeded in freeing Cheryl from the fur bog.

  "My uniform!" shouted Cheryl.

  Cheryl was free but, in the process, she slipped out of her uniform which was still stuck in the fur. She bent down and tried to pull it loose to no avail. It seemed like something below the ground was pulling against her. A moment later, Cheryl lost her grip and the garment disappeared below the surface.

  "Forget it!" said James, "Run!"

  The two of them tried to run for shore but the fur below their feet turned mushy again. In only a few seconds, they were both knee deep in fur. James struggled to slip himself out of his uniform. He freed himself and stood on the surface, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He watched his garments disappear below the surface. His triumph was short-lived. Just a second later, James found himself sinking up to his knees again.

  "What the hell is this stuff?" exclaimed Cheryl.

  "I don't know," replied James, "it's like furry quicksand!"

  "Quickfur?" said Cheryl.

  James laughed, "Quickfur! That sounds like a good name for it!"

  "Quit joking," cried Cheryl, "how do we get out of it?"

  James looked around. They were at least 500 meters from shore in any direction. There was no way they would be able to make it to safety before sinking completely below the surface.

  "I don't know," he said, "We have no weapons or communicators."

  "We don't have any clothes, either!" added Cheryl.

  The scent of the fur wafted up again, quickly renewing its effects on the couple. James stood only a short distance away from a stunningly beautiful woman, wearing only her underwear. She was definitely not wearing Starfleet issued undergarments! Her faux leopard print thong panties and skimpy bra came as an arousing surprise to him. He had always thought of her as "strictly by the book." The sight of her large, firm breasts, her lean, athletic body and tight, round ass made him feel overcome by sudden lust. The sensation of soft fur sliding against his legs as he sunk deeper into the quickfur excited him even more. James tried to hide his stiffening member from the Lieutenant as it strained against his boxer shorts.

  Cheryl often fantasized about her junior officer but the fur drug gave her an insatiable desire to ravish his naked body. She had worn her sexy lingerie on this mission in hopes of having the chance to seduce him when they were alone on the shuttlecraft. She thought that she could casually reveal her leopard undies as she was turning in for her sleep cycle but she wasn't able to gather up the courage to do it. Now, she could only stand there and stare, longingly, at his muscular chest and strong abs. Her eyes were fixed on the lump in the Ensign's shorts as the fur slowly sucked him down. The soft sensations against her skin aroused her more than she had ever been before. The deeper she slipped, the hornier she felt. She began to anticipate what the fur would feel like against each part of her body as she slid progressively deeper into the fur.

  Cheryl and James stood there, silently, lusting after each other. They were only two meters away from each other but they could do nothing to satisfy their desires. The fur was almost up to Cheryl's waist when she started to take off her bra.

  "To hell with it!" she exclaimed. "If this is going to be my last day I'm going to enjoy it!"

  James' eyes widened as Cheryl's breasts fell free from their restraint. He couldn't believe his eyes. Next, she pulled down her panties and deftly ripped the waistband.

  "I wore these for you, James, but it looks like this is the end for us, so, to hell with it!" Cheryl said.

  She finished stripping off her underwear and tossed them toward James. They landed in a pile half way between the two of them.

  "I dreamed about you ever since the moment I saw you, my first day aboard the Galaxy," James confessed, "but I never thought we could be together."

  He ripped his boxer shorts and pulled them free of his body. He could feel her eyes staring at his long, hard member. This time, he displayed it, proudly, to her. He tossed his shorts toward Cheryl and they landed midway between, right beside Cheryl's lingerie. They both watched in amazement as the fur rippled and swirled. An indentation formed beneath their underwear. Little by little, the undergarments were pulled beneath the surface. There was an awkward moment of silence when Cheryl and James realized that the last of their clothes were gone.

  Cheryl let out a surprised shriek.

  "What?" asked James.

  "I'm next!" she said.

  "How do you know?" he replied.

  "Because I can feel the fur moving!" she exclaimed.

  A moment later, a large indentation developed in the fur around Cheryl. It swirled around her like a whirlpool then it began to swallow her at an even faster pace. She shrieked again when the ground beneath her feet suddenly gave way, quickly dropping her farther into the pit. James could only watch Cheryl wiggle and squirm as the fur closed in around her gorgeous, naked body, swallowing a little more of her each second. Cheryl screamed in pleasure as it caressed and stimulated each part of her body before it disappeared. James watched intently until Cheryl was more than waist deep in fur. He hardly noticed the fur moving around his own body until it had already begun to swallow him up as well.

  "It's my turn, now!" James called out in panic.

  The fur swirled around him then suddenly, almost violently, pulled him down. He found himself chest deep in only a second. He tried to regain his balance but his thrashing only made him sink faster. James looked over toward Cheryl just in time to see the fur lapping at her breasts. Her eyes grew as big as saucers as the fur massaged her tits, almost overloading her pleasure circuits before finally swallowing them.

  "Oh, my God!" she gasped.

  "What's wrong?" asked James.

  "Nothing," said Cheryl. She relaxed her body and let her arms and shoulders disappear into the quickfur. She closed her eyes and surrendered her whole body, letting the quickfur have its way with her. Only her head was visible above the surface. She leaned back and began to moan.

  "It's good!" she said, softly.

  No sooner did the words leave her mouth when the fur increased its pleasurable assault on Cheryl's senses. She felt a hundred furry hands probe her naked body. Each one brought more pleasure than the last. The fur slid over her bare skin, setting off lightning bolts of pleasure as it moved. She felt it against her shoulders and her back. It massaged her stomach and slowly teased its way up to her breasts where it swirled them with indescribable sensations. She felt fur caressing her buttocks and tickling her between her thighs. She wanted the fur to go between her legs so badly she could hardly stand the anticipation.

  James struggled in a last ditch effort to escape but his efforts were for nothing. He was soon chin deep in the quickfur as well.

  "No! Don't fight!" Cheryl hollered between deep, labored breaths. "Just relax and enjoy it!"

  James
finally allowed himself to relax into the fur. The more he did, the more it pleasured him. As his mood changed from panic to pleasure, the quickfur began to do indescribable things to his body. It wasn't long before Cheryl and James were both moaning and screaming, out of their minds with unbridled, furry passion.

  Then, almost as if on cue, the fur gently but firmly spread their legs apart. They both knew what was coming next. The fur crept up their inner thighs, causing them both to squirm in anticipation. It closed in on their waiting crotches. They both wanted this as badly as they had ever wanted anything in their lives.

  "Oh, yes!" they cried out, in unison, when the fur began to tease them.

  James felt the fur grip his balls, first. It squeezed him and surrounded him in warm, soft pleasure. It teased its way up his swollen shaft. He silently begged for it to swallow him up.

  Cheryl felt the fur slither over her vulva, gently massaging her at first but, gradually, it parted her lips and found its way inside. It teased her clitoris and made her shiver with excitement.

  Just when they felt like they couldn't take another moment, the fur finally took them. It slid along James' hard cock, slowly at first, but it gradually pumped his dick, faster and faster, as he moaned and contorted his face. Cheryl grimaced in pleasure when the fur took her to new heights. It rubbed her clit in small, furry circles, pushing her to the edge of orgasm. It held her there, in sexual suspense for minutes. Finally the sensation welled up inside her and she exploded with passion, screaming, "Yes, yes!" at the top of her lungs. By this time, James was nearing the brink. Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, a furry mouth swallowed his shaft and began sucking the semen from his quivering dick.

  The two of them came repeatedly, for hours on end. The quickfur gave them only brief respites to recharge their sexual batteries before it fucked them again. It was well past dark by the time they regained their senses. James could see the outline of Cheryl's face by the glow of the moon.

  She looked over at him and smiled. "I've never felt anything like this!"

  "I think I came fifteen times!" replied James.

  "I lost track somewhere around forty!" she said.