by Jamie Hawke
I turned away, embarrassed, and she giggled. “After what I just did?”
“It’s still… I don’t know you, do I?”
A glance over my shoulder revealed an ample amount of side-boob. Her back was muscular, not hairy at all as I’d thought might be the case, what with that bushy tail and fox ears.
Suddenly she stopped, turning to me with a horrified expression. Her breasts—a perfect example of the perky variety, not too big, but enough to fill a hand each—seemed to stare at me, calling for me to come over and lick her nipples, maybe even nibble a bit.
But the look on her face stopped me cold.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, then covered her nipples with her free hand. The other was still holding her top, water dripping from it.
“Sorry… for what?”
“I took advantage of you,” she said. “And what’s worse, I should’ve told you this… when I use the charm on others, it kind of works on me as well. A side effect, I guess you could say?”
“Oh.” It kind of sunk in, but not fully. “So what you’re saying is, it’s sort of like you got me drunk and got yourself a bit drunk, and we fooled around?”
She nodded, horrified, and all I could think about was taking that hand off of those perfect tits and rubbing my face in them.
“Um, I hardly think that’s the worst thing to ever happen,” I said. “Back on Earth, there’s stuff like roofies, and… What?” She was biting her lip, then started laughing. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Oh, man, you should’ve seen your expression. Come on, I may’ve never touched a dick, but I’ve dealt with my share of them. The non-penis kind, I mean, guys who are dicks. And women told me all about them. Sure, on my planet there’s the death penalty for roofies and rape and all that, so it doesn’t really happen, but I’m familiar with the idea, and I know damn well that I shouldn’t feel guilty about giving you a blowjob.”
“Handjob,” I corrected her.
“Oh?” she blinked, confused.
“Are you fucking with me?”
“No, I’m not fucking you… right now. Is it always this confusing?”
I took a deep breath, frowned, smiled, and then laughed. “I really don’t know if you’re messing with me. Like, joking… again.”
She held up her hands, boobs shaking slightly as they were revealed again. “I swear, you’re confusing the fuck out of me right now. Did I give you a blowjob, or fuck you? My sistah from another mistah, Lima, told me that’s when you take that and put it in here,” she gestured to her pussy and I felt my cock start to harden again, “but… is that wrong?”
“It’s right, but for some reason ‘fucking with someone’ means joking with them, in a sense.” I shook my head, unable to believe I was having this conversation. “And a blowjob… it’s where you use your mouth. Handjob means your hand.”
She arched an eyebrow. “I see. Sounds kinda… gross?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t do it, but some women love it.”
She nodded, absorbing this, then glanced down and covered herself again, blushing. “I was serious though, about the charm. It affects me when I use it on others. Shit, you think I’d be letting you see my breasts otherwise?”
“Is it that big of a deal, considering?”
“Yes.”
She glanced back at me, then to her shirt, and frowned before tossing it to me. It sloshed, and I hoped the cum was gone.
“Matter of fact, you wash it,” she demanded.
That made sense. It was my cum on her shirt, after all. She reclined back on the bed, arm still across her chest, the other working her hair behind her fox ears as she glanced at the door.
“Some people say I’m scatterbrained,” she stated. “That I get sidetracked easily. Case in point, your cock. We were supposed to be figuring out how to get Twitch on our side.”
“The villain you think can help us?” I confirmed, taking the two sides of her shirt and rubbing them together under the water.
“Exactly. I don’t know, maybe it was the charm effects from before, maybe my scatterbrained nature.” She glanced over, smiling. “Or your raw sexuality.”
“Are you mocking me?”
She laughed. “You’re cute. I’ll give you that.”
“I thought so.”
“Not mocking,” she corrected, “just pointing out that your superpower isn’t the ability to seduce. That was all on my side.”
I frowned, liking to think that part of this whole bit of the crazy situation had resulted from my charm. My ability to seduce foxy women. A glance back, and she saw that I was frowning.
“What?” She noticed my eyes glance up to her ears, even though I looked away immediately. Standing, she came back over and took her shirt, then wrung it out with her chest away from me. This, however, had the unintended effect of causing her bushy tail to brush against my cheek.
I startled, and she noticed.
“Fuck you,” she said, giving the shirt one more wring before moving to the door and putting it back on. It was hard to pull over her head since it was still very wet.
“Let me help,” I said, but when I went to her I couldn’t help but stare at those perfect breasts again. My cock pressed against my pants, and when she got the shirt down, she noticed.
“Huh,” she noted, frowning at me, “charm must be gone. No fascination this time.”
“Should I be insulted?”
“Welcome to the club, if you are.” My silence was answer enough, apparently, because she spun on me, finger in my face. “And to answer the question in your head, no, getting a blowjob from me was not bestiality.”
“Handjob,” I corrected, and she shoved me back.
“If I say blowjob, it was a fucking blowjob!” she shouted, then put a hand to her mouth, glancing around. Finally, she lowered her hand and the frown returned. “Good, nobody heard that.”
“I’m not saying I wouldn’t love a blowjob,” I said, trying to turn the situation around again. Hey, I’d take getting dirty with her any day over going back out there into a crazy space prison where all the prisoners were running around wanting to kill me. A man has to try.
“You… weren’t thinking the B word?” she asked, looking horrified.
“Bitch?” I laughed. “Of course I was starting to, but—”
“No,” she interrupted. “Bestiality, because of, you know, the tail and ears.”
I gulped. “No…?”
“Oh.” She stared at me as if debating whether I was telling the truth, then shrugged. “Good, because it’s not. As I said. If you must know, and I’m only telling you because I like you and think you’re cute, it’s part of my superpowers. I’m not half fox or wolf or whatever.”
“Like your charm?”
She nodded. “When I was three, they started growing. Well, I was born with the ears, but the tail… Then I disappeared one day when the kids were making fun of me, and that’s how I learned about the cloaking power.”
“And the charm thing?”
She grinned. “A girl at the Academy was trying to kiss me, I let out a breath that came out blue, and she got super depressed all of a sudden and backed off. Not that I have anything against kissing girls, just not her.”
I nodded as if I understood. “And these… powers? Where do they come from?”
“The sun of our planetary system gives us powers,” she said. “That’s what people assume, but who really knows.”
“Do we know what powers Twitch has?”
She licked her lips, then scrunched her nose. “You know, I wish I did. Damn, that would help. All I know is I’ve heard she’s super powerful, the one you want to call if you hope to escape this mess. And yes, I’ve been planning my escape since the day I was sent here. And no, I’m not telling you what for, at least not yet.”
“Fine, so we go after her. Lead the way.”
“Me?” she laughed. “Sugar, I’m going to tell you this one time—I don’t know shit about this place other than what I’ve b
een able to learn in the few hours since we were released. What I do know is in which direction that information can be found, and how to get there, kinda. You up for it?”
“I think so.”
“That’ll have to do. And who knows,” she winked, then ran a hand across my crotch as if by accident, “maybe when we’ve ditched this bitch and found Twitch, I’ll find out what a blowjob is all about. The real version, I mean.”
Dammit, I was stiff as steel again.
She giggled, opening the door and leading the way out of there, leaving me very confused about whether she was being serious or not. As soon as we stepped out from the room, however, all playfulness and excitement were replaced with horror.
“You in there, Fish?” the woman from earlier shrieked, her laughter echoing off the metal walls, followed by a clanging, growing closer and closer.
All I could think about was her, pulling my spine out like a fish’s, then devouring my flesh.
Charm, however, took me by the hand, glanced into my eyes with a look of excitement, and said, “Come on, this’ll be fun.”
We ran, me stumbling along, confused, her with her wet shirt and bushy tail hitting me as we went. The sound of laughter and clanging grew louder by the second. For a brief moment, I understood that look in her eyes. The sense of adventure took over, and I was ready for it.
Still terrified, but also excited.
4
We charged through the tunnels she was familiar with, but soon she was slowing, unsure if we were going the right way. More than once we each had to take turns pissing in unoccupied cells. The lights flickered, the walls creaked, and occasionally I would catch a glimpse of space through far-off windows.
“Any idea what we’re looking for?” I asked, my heart thudding, my feet tingling with anticipation.
“First, making sure we don’t get caught by any of them,” she replied. “Second, signs of Twitch.”
“And like you said, you don’t know where she is… right?”
“No, but I have ideas about where to start.” She saw the worried look on my face and rolled her eyes. “Relax, big guy. I’ve got you.”
She started on down the halls again, so I just stuck close by, giving her enough distance for her tail to swish back and forth, as it did when she was nervous.
My friends were probably back home right now, tuning into their favorite show, Planet Kill. Sometimes I used to visit Donnie, this guy who I knew from way back when we used to work construction in the housing projects of the ghettos, but he’d changed. All he did lately was watch the Planet Kill spinoff, Abaddon. That shit was sick. I mean sick like you had to be majorly twisted to be into that, and most regions outlawed it. Crazy guys and psycho bitches, all killing and fucking, and loving that the cameras were on them. He’d paid off a few people and gotten an illegal connection to the feed, and now his house smelled like cum and nachos.
So maybe I didn’t miss Donnie much, but I was starting to wish I was back there with my old buddies, drinking my boy Loma’s homemade brew while looking out at the space stations high above Earth.
Then again, back then I didn’t have Charm. In fact, the last time I’d hooked up with a chick—even for a handjob—had been over a year ago, if I remembered correctly. Yeah, this foreman at the factory where we worked to put new mining equipment together. She’d made some joke about the drills. I think I said some stupid remark like me loving the idea of drilling compared to what we were doing, but she’d misunderstood, she thought I’d made a joke about drilling her. I wish I had!
It worked out though, her taking me around back and jacking me off right there, just to watch me cum. Not so different from this little interaction with Charm, I realized, as we moved down another dark hallway.
I still remember the way my boss had stared intently at my face, as if trying to memorize the expression I made as I finally ejaculated all over the oil stains and spare parts tossed out there. When it was over, she had shrugged, wiped her hand on my pants, and then gone back inside to get to work.
Strangest thing to ever happen at that boring-ass job.
And an actual lay? Shit. A year or two before that. Life was too busy, everyone too focused on getting out of poverty, or getting wasted to forget how poor they were. Not me, but the dating pool was extremely limited.
Apparently, all I had to do to get a date was get wrongly imprisoned for murder, almost die on the way, and then get pulled into another galaxy.
Why hadn’t I thought of that years ago?
I laughed to myself at the thought, and Charm glanced back at me, moving her tail out of the way.
“You laughing at me?” she asked.
“No, just thinking about my situation.”
“Oh, good.” She held up a hand, and then I saw it too—shadows moving ahead, meaning we’d found someone or multiple someones. “No more laughing,” she hissed, then motioned me to the left, where she gestured to the ceiling. Here it was a long way up, with multiple ledges along the way. “Get me up there, then I’ll pull you up?”
“I don’t know if you’ll be able to lift me.”
She snorted back a laugh, then eyed me. “Perhaps you didn’t feel my super grip back there? Want another go?” She jokingly made a jacking-me-off motion, then winked and said, “Just shut up and lift me. You’ll see.”
With a heave, I had her up, and a moment later she was lying down on the ledge above, reaching for my hand. My eyes darted to her thin arms, but I shrugged, giving her the benefit of the doubt.
Suddenly I was off the ground, flying, coming up to land on top of her as she turned to catch me.
“Whoa there, tiger,” she said with a grin. “Why so eager?”
“That was just… your strength?”
“Maybe get off of me and then we discuss?”
“Sorry.” I rolled off and started to stand, then hit my head. “Damn!”
She rolled her eyes again, motioning me to go. It was a small area, one that was just tall enough to crawl through. At least I was in the lead, so that tail wouldn’t keep brushing my face. At least, I thought this was a good thing until I felt something tickle my ass.
“Whoa,” I hissed, turning as much as I could. “I’m trying to keep my voice down as much as possible here to avoid getting found out, but… really?”
She frowned, looked embarrassed, and then indicated her pointy fox ear. “It wasn’t on purpose.”
“Your… ear just tickled my ass?”
She bit back a laugh and nodded. “Sorry? Next time, I’ll make sure it’s on purpose and not my ear.”
“Um… no, no tickling my ass. Let’s just avoid that.”
“Sure,” she said with a wink.
“No, don’t do the ‘say yes, but wink at the same time’ thing, okay? Not on the ass stuff.”
She nodded, but I still wasn’t sure she got it. An ex had tried that on me once, and it had even kinda felt good in a weird way. But then she wanted to take it to the extreme, showing up at my flat with a strap-on and something for me to bite down on when it hurt.
Fuck that. I made a rule that day that my asshole was off limits in sexual encounters. Not knocking the guys who like that stuff, but it wasn’t for me.
Charm was careful not to let her ears poke me in the ass again, though she made a couple of comments about what a nice ass I had. She asked if my balls just hung straight down when I crawled like this, or whether they somehow stayed close to my body, and then she started telling me a story about how once she’d been playing some sort of sport with her superheroine friends back at the academy, and how one of the other girls had gone to catch the ball, but her hands heated up with all the excitement and the ball popped on impact.
“That’s a girl you don’t want fondling your balls,” she said with a chuckle.
I paused, turned to her, and said, “You’re kind of obsessed with balls.”
“What?” she tried to frown while smiling, but couldn’t manage it. “Listen, all-girl academy, then this p
lace? Imagine if you’d not been allowed near chocolate your whole life, and suddenly you have it in front of you, dangling—I assume—inches from your face as you crawl through a prison to fight super powerful jerks. Of course you might think about those balls, those same ones that were in my hand not long ago. Chocolate. Balls. Not so different, really.”
“You must have weird chocolate where you’re from,” I said with a shake of my head. “Because on Earth, chocolate is a rare delicacy and nothing at all like balls.”
She shrugged. “I bet your balls taste like chocolate.”
Instead of responding to that, I just frowned, shook my head, and motioned for her to go ahead. There was no way I’d be able to keep crawling like that, knowing she would be staring at my rear and package, thinking about my balls.
As she passed, I understood my mistake and why she’d had those thoughts. Aside from the tail, my view was of her tight ass, perfectly formed, and her clothes even gave me a nice view of the mound that was her pussy. Then there was her scent, a scent that I was starting to realize had a perverting effect on me. I couldn’t smell that and not imagine myself scooting forward and nuzzling up against her pussy, sticking out my tongue and letting her rub up against it.
Damn.
“How far?” I asked, trying to focus on the supervillains and the fact that they were going to try and kill me. Normally that would be a thought I’d try to avoid, but at the moment I knew it would keep me focused.
She paused, arched her back, and sniffed. The sight was even more alluring, and I wanted to whimper. My hand even started to reach up in my desire to caress her, take her right there, but I breathed deep, withdrew my hand, and told myself to grow the fuck up.
I wasn’t some horny teenager. This wasn’t a love-fest porno or even a live stream of Planet Kill. This was my life on the line here. Back home, I hadn’t even really liked the action moments of watching Planet Kill. When I’d studied kung fu I did so for discipline, for the art of it, and because it made my abs tight. Violence was for people like my brother. Yet, here I was, up against a whole prison ship, or station, or whatever the hell I was on, and all I could think about was this woman. It was almost laughable, if not for it being so terrifying.
