by Marcus Sloss
I noticed a few messages that I ignored. Blue lights indicated the direction to the food processor. I grinned at my achievements. My death was awful but in a perverse way satisfying. Avoiding murder by venom had set my mind to accept my fate as a positive, regardless of how. I ordered a large water and a milkshake.
After I greedily gulped down the h2o, I sipped the strawberry concoction of yumminess. It was time to address the beeping red notifications. The first was a lawsuit settlement agreement. I froze all the background displays and gave it my full attention.
I was the plaintiff, the defendant was the shuttle extraordinary of Lunish. The translation on dictation was off. Oh well, I diligently read it over. It was an accusation of negligent on the part of the shuttle company. Mila had recorded evidence of informing the shuttle company that I was a sensitive being incapable of extreme gravity maneuvers. No one informed the pilot who ditched my body in the Griffin thinking he had killed me. The Lunish government had stepped in and reached an agreement with one Mila of house Raul. I raised my eyebrows at this, I guess I was her family now but doubted she would ever admit it outside of protocol reasons. The agreement was for one planet of human designation to be allowed to breed and produce a flanfish. I skimmed the rest. It was a trade agreement, and we were allowed to select a human planet to start breeding a rare fish. That crafty lancer, she turned us into a legit business.
My other alerts were messages from various beings. Some were offers for future events, while others wanted to wine and dine to congratulate me. I ignored them all until I found one from Starla and Astrid. They were offered to watch the event from a viewer above the arena planet and were heading back to the Griffin right now. I had better be naked and in our bed.
Score! I knew how to get to my bedroom from the dining hall and sprinted. I flew past the door and removed my spacesuit. I was contemplating on switching to normal clothes when I acquired some because I felt safe on Griffin. You wore spacesuits to avoid the vacuum but was I really at risk of that. I shrugged it off. I entered the shower and scrubbed myself clean with my bare hands. We were definitely in need of soap and I saw a few clear stands for toiletries that blended in with the glass walls.
Deep down I wondered what a black light on this floor would reveal and I chuckled. I was going to add to it. That was when the girls entered with me having a mischievous grin while showering. The three of them entered and set bags down on the meeting table. Mila placed her butt in a chair and sorted through a bag. Starla found some soap and skipped my way with Astrid.
“You girls look fabulous. I did not think either of you could ever be prettier but your makeup and hair are the best.” I gave them compliments. I had achieved the victory of coherent speech in front of these two vixens.
“We are so staying a few days, we barely got any shopping done because our mind scans were so lengthy. The closest shop was a makeover studio and we had some fun.” Starla said as she pressed the button to removed Astrid’s clothes.
Astrid clothes shed off her to reveal a pair of perky large breasts that I zoned in on. She bent over in a tease, snatched the soap from Starla and joined me under the water.
“You are my mighty champion. This is for making a girl feel special - you hung stud,” Astrid said while grasping my hardening cock in her hand. She ran the soap over it teasingly to get it clean. When the soap was rinsed off she held out her hand and let the bar fall dramatically. No idea why she mic dropped the soap, but she was in a good mood and being silly. I glanced to see Starla enter the shower and pick up the bar of soap. Her big tits drifting with her in a display of perfection as she dipped. I focused on her round plump ass as she bent over. My focus shifted when I felt a warm mouth around my cock.
Starla soaped up my body while Astrid worked my penis slowly with her tightly grasped hands and lips. I watched bubbles of cleaner trail down my body and into her mouth. She stopped, playfully glared at Starla and rinsed her mouth out. The momentary removal allowed Starla to reach around my body from the side and stroke me. Astrid tucked her head back and slid under my balls to tickle them with her tongue. Starla rotated around and gave me a blow job while bent over in half.
When Starla got down on her knees and I had two sets of lovely tits staring up at me… Eyes. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I was climaxing when Starla plopped my cock out and propped her tits up for target practice. Astrid slurped my dick into her mouth to catch my explosive load. The initial burst caused her to release my cock in order to gag. I finished the rest on her forehead as she spit my cum out and down the drain. All three of us chuckled at the unique climax.
The soap was retrieved to be utilized until we were all clean. Mila brought over three towels for us when we exited.
“Dry off, we need to have a meeting before we retire for the night,” Mila said and we worked the wetness off our bodies. Naked and dry I went to enclose myself in my spacesuit but a hand stopped me.
Starla ran over to a bag while Astrid leaned her head against my shoulder. She slipped her small hand into my meaty fingers and we locked in a sweet embrace.
“I got you a robe, there was a gift shop on the way to our shuttle and your name with constant number was custom ordered. It even has a bonus stitching that concludes what place you earned when the event is over. Here you go, I promised Mila not to tell you until you got your present.” Starla said with glee.
The robe unfolded with the pull of gravity, it was white, fluffy, and would fit nicely. I spun it around. ‘Lunish Royale 73 - Mack Raul - 299 Ranked – 9’
“Ninth, by the verse I got ninth. That is incredible. What does this mean?!” I exclaimed as I slid the robe on.
“Ninth is very impressive. Only one certain individual you know placed a large bet on you. Everyone else wrote off your experience on Earth as a ‘one-off’ from some lowly third stage species. Pure luck. Well not anymore. You thought you were famous before, you are the sensation, the ‘it’ being for the next five minutes. While it is not first place you killed Uniza – that bitch is powerful. Hypnotic eyes, few weak points, and a nine on the strength stat. You drilled her with your spear right between the eyes. It is the replay highlight heard around the universe right now. Experts ran analytics on your brain impressions in backup, in case you were wondering you are not able to see the future. You predicted a possibility and risked it.”
I grinned as I rested lengthwise on the bed, my neck became uncomfortable and I snatched the towel off the ground. I balled it up and laid back down using it as a pillow.
“So you blacked out on the ride up to Griffin, you passed out for two hours. We barely got you the event in time. I told them you were susceptible to inertia in large amounts. Anyway, the lawsuit was an easy win,” Mila said while pointing to Astrid.
“I reviewed the animals on Lunish and found a bird called a golanks. We can take back to human worlds with us. They are not worth much and lay fewer eggs than a chicken does but it will bring variety. That was the most they would give until Mila got involved. I put in a petition for flanfish exportation and aquaculture limit one planet, limit one distributor. It was instantly denied until the government quickly settled the private case with our request. Congratulations you are now involved in a trade agreement with a xeno species.” Astrid explained.
“Well, numbers… How much did my death earn?”
“The event is officially closed but people can still donate to your profile page. Placing ninth earned you three hundred and forty two thousand D-coins, while the big better I mention earlier donated a smooth million.” I gasped when Mila read off the numbers.
“Wow, we need to find a combat cloner. At least we all have a backup now. You did get another print of me made for storage correct?”
“Yes were good to go in that regard. Now, it has been a stressful and hectic day for me. I normally lounge and stay drunk for years at a time, not run around as a personal assistant. Speaking of which I placed an ad out for my own personal assistant or three. I want to do fewer errands a
nd maybe find a mating friend. If you will excuse me, master, I will go soak in my private room. Goodnight Astrid and Starla, no sex unless you want babies, you both are going to ovulate before his sperm will die. For whatever reason, your cycles are ramping up.”
I felt mommed at that moment. She exited to her private room and we lounged in silence.
“Hottub?” I inquired and we stripped off our robes and splashed in.
“So we are going old tech on a fancy advanced ship,” Astrid said.
“What do you mean?” Starla replied.
“No cryo pods besides where the clones go, we could add some maybe. I try to access if we can and it says restricted, does it do that for you Mack?” Astrid asked but I failed to reply.
I was dealing with an alert. The fish and birds had recently been delivered into the cargo hold. I found out they would cause a big mess and problems if not delivered short term. Well shit. I went to Navigo on my display, input Versi, and enabled the wormhole. Three hour flight. I would get up during my sleep and have the morning Versi crews handled the animals. I was sure the planetary governor would welcome the increased business, jobs, and trade I was bringing. Well, those nice things and taxes.
“Mack, you there? Guy gets one double blowjob and loses his mind…” Astrid joked.
“Uhh… we are going to Versi. The animals were delivered but need to be dealt with in the short term. We will drop the livestock, sign some papers, and head back here. Probably before the shops even open. Trust me we all need some items and I plan on shopping. Also, we may go to a combat cloner and get you girls some durable clones.” I said.
“Will you be upset if my next body has smaller tits, these DD’s hurt my back? I only found out we could edit our clones after Mila placed our order.” She slid to behind Astrid and plopped the brunette onto her lap. I watched her squeeze the firm tight C cup on Astrid's chest. “I want these if that is okay. I am really happy with everything else.”
Astrid giggled. “Too funny I want to try the bigger tits that have more movement. Alas, not in a combat clone. I find it so fascinating we can swap bodies so easily.”
“Been there, done that. The process is not that fun. You girls need to do it anyway to get your upgraded chips. I have no problem with your combat clones being better suited for combat. You are both perfect and lovely just the way you are.” I proclaimed.
They slid across the hottub over to me and kissed me slowly one at a time. Each whispered a thank you when our lips parted. I felt my third arm wake up under the bubbling waters.
“Not again!” a teasing splash was send my way. “Were not ready to be moms yet. Until we buy an unlocked cyro pod or some form of preventative, no sex. Mack, don’t let your mind drift to the other hole, your too stinking big.”
I pinched Starla's butt. “My mind is tired but my body is roaring with energy. I am going to run until I feel ready to drop. If you ladies will excuse me.” I exited the lavish water and dried off. I suited up and jogged to the exercise arena.
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Three hours later I was exhausted. It happened to be when we arrived at Versi. I knew Versi did not receive stage six visitors ever. So the Griffin suddenly popping into orbit would probably wake up the governor himself. When we docked at the station on the surface an assistant greeted me. He informed me his Honorable Winslow would be arriving shortly. It was daytime and the skyline cloudy. I was in a well-lit customs warehouse watching out a window as my good were dealt with.
I paid to have the new animals offloaded and inspected while I waited. It did not take long for the governor to show up with his entourage, he even had his wife with him. They were loved by the people of Versi and I had no reason to not respect the man.
“Ah… My display says you are Mack Raul… Deceased eight days ago. How may I help you, stranger?” The governor spoke with hesitation. It seemed he was not sure why he was here.
“I am indeed Mack Raul, marked by his eminence himself the lancer Emperor ChiKhi. I come offering a large business proposal that will benefit you through taxes, your people through jobs, and my company by being able to execute my operation at a fair price. I have with me a stage five breed of flightless bird, it lays a slightly bigger egg, but not as fast as a chicken. They are called golanks. I am sure their eggs will become a delicacy and if not, we can always sell them in other markets. I will need them to be free ranged and bred. And when I say me, I really mean I will need some help. If you could find someone and have them handle it at the going rate I can easily afford it. Here I will place a few million in escrow to show how serious I am.” I found the deposit escrow for the pending transactions tab on the government site and added a few million E-bits. Probably five times more than I would need for the whole year.
“Are you saying you have an alien species in those crates that you want to breed here?” Governor Winslow asked.
“Yes sir, I will ping you the trade agreement and necessary documentation. Here is my charter from the Lunish government. Congratulations I was awarded an Onatics trade agreement and picked my home planet to utilize. The climate is not a big concern for the golanks.”
I watched an advisor whisper into the Governor's ear. “My advisor is right, anything too good to be true normally is. Yet, I did watch the massive armada blink into Earth's orbit and retrieve your body. Double your deposit because I am seeing a fish here on the list. If it decimates our oceans it will cost at least that to fix the mess. The scan my people did show it’s not some savage predatory species though.”
I nodded at this and swiped ten times the amount into the account. There was more to explain so I went into it.
“There are many planets who would want this offer. Thank you for accepting. As you can see my E-bits are legitimate and sufficient. I am very serious about establishing my company here, this planet has always been good to me. Yes, there is a fish and they are called the flanfish. They will be a big winner I hope, highly sought after. They just so happen to be a delicacy to our friends the lancers. Raising these will bring in D-coins, and that would be a first. Most of our production is worthless to Onatics. Breed the fish, and increase the population. That is all I need with these two species for now. Your universities will have first access to their study. Ensure you find someone who can handle the setup process for me. Do well and I will bring more business this way. I would really love to stay but I actually need to buy weapons and more. Next time I visit maybe we can do a fancy dinner or something. Toodles.”
I spun and ran back into the Griffin feeling like an idiot for saying toodles. It was an extremely rude exit, but it was also to the point. We were both busy people, and I hoped he could explain that to those who were offended. I was certain he would get the job handled. It would look really good for him to do this. Even Emperor Linus would notice a new trade agreement for humanity. It added some pressure on him but things on Versi ran smoothly. I picked a good planet and I was able to retire to my bed knowing that.
I spooned behind Starla keeping my suit on to control my sexual impulses and drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 14
We were sitting around the table having morning breakfast. I had picked out a keesh dish that was delicious. So good I was on my third helping. I had gotten a mild scolding from Mila when she found out I disclosed to the Governor who I was. We both knew it was going to come out sooner or later, and who knew how much he would expose.
“Mack hurry up, you can get more food at the market. I slept like shit last night, and do you see my hair. We had no sheets, no pillows, and well nothing. Yesterday was completely eaten up by your competition.” Starla grumbled. She did not seem truly upset about those things, merely impatient to spend some money.
“My dear Starla, I do believe you would be well served to recall that my competition lasted so long because I did not want to die.” I gobbled three hug bites overfilling my mouth. Bits of food sprinkled from my lips as I smacked them in a tease. My plate was officially empty.
Astrid sp
un my chair so it faced away from the table. Starla joined her and they grabbed my hands. I was dragged willingly to the shuttle. The girls led us down a wrong turn when Mila sighed and illuminated the blue navigation lights. We raced down the halls, as I was hauled behind two giddy young women who were full of joy.
I ate up the view of their fine asses and was sad when we entered the shuttle to get comfortable.
“May I Mila, I would like to learn how to fly please?” Astrid asked.
Starla perked an eyebrow at this and raised from the lounger to participate. Mila was more patient and calm this morning. She guided the girls through the Navigo options. This was followed by how to handle different types of ports. Most of the entry and exit protocols were built in and you merely requested permission. I did listen when she mentioned no one did these things for humans or lower tier species. It was not derogatory to us but it was to humanity. That kicked my little mouse onto his wheel as the brain turned.
There was little to do besides achieve stage four. Once we got stage four I was certain our scientists and doctors would nail stage five. Especially if we qualified for help. To be fair, the Onatics did send a representative to Earth and he did support a ruthless endeavor to achieving our goal. So there was an aid in a sense, of going from three to four. I think we were blessed to have the warrior race of lancers to gently push us. Then again I was a little biased, I owed them everything. It did bring a smile to my face thinking the Emperor wagered on me big again and won. It was, in a hidden odd way, like having that uncle who had faith in you. That hidden support you could rely on to help when you had self doubt.
I grew bored and looked for a distraction. A problem I had with the Purr shuttle was that it was too protected in armor. There was no viewport, sure I could link the outer display into my eyepiece but it was not the same. We arrived with the most minimal of jolts and quickly boarded a valet to transition to what Mila described as a mall. An ancient earth custom that had never faded on Lunish. I shrugged and the girls started browsing all the stores on their displays before we arrived. The ride over did have a window I could view the hustle with.
