Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “The Earther presence has made this the place to be,” Betra yelled. The crowd noise had necessitated the music be turned up to a thunderous volume. Even with him shouting, I could barely make out his words.

  “Too crowded!” Candy shouted. “This isn’t any fun.”

  Katrina snapped a nod to show she was in agreement. We got out of there to the level’s concourse, where our poor ears basked in the relative quiet.

  “There are other dance clubs on this level,” Betra said. “Even though this is the highest rated, you can find somewhere else to have a great time.”

  Katrina was ready as ever for a new adventure. “I’d be interested in some new surroundings.”

  “It sounds great,” Candy agreed. “Are you in, Shalia?”

  Before I could answer, Betra said, “Ah, maybe you could check out some other entertainments with me while Mataras Candy and Katrina continue to amaze with their moves?”

  His face was red as fire. I could well imagine the ‘entertainment’ he had in mind. Candy and Katrina giggled, and he blushed harder.

  It’s hilarious that Betra gets flustered discussing sex in front of others when he is so demanding behind closed doors. It’s as if two different men exist in him.

  “That’s our cue to leave.” Katrina winked at Candy. “See you later, Shalia.”

  “Bye, Shalia. Later, Betra,” Candy snickered, giving our liaison a smirk.

  He refused to look at either of them. “Enjoy your dancing, ladies.”

  They tripped off, laughing in good-natured teasing. I arched a brow at Betra.

  “What sorts of nefarious activities have you planned?” I asked.

  With the other two gone, Betra lost his embarrassment. He was as eager as a child on Christmas morning. “You are going to love this,” he said. “I had hoped to pull you out of the club anyway. Come on, we need to get to the transport. Where I’m taking you is two levels up.”

  Off we went. As Betra gave the elevator a command in Kalquorian, I noted, “I need to learn your language. This doesn’t respond to Earther commands.”

  “Your people came here too seldom for the Adrafs to bother with programming. Plus, Earthers use several different languages. It’s too much work for too little return.”

  The lift’s door opened and Betra took my hand. He tugged me onto that level’s concourse. “This way.”

  After only a few seconds of walking, he led me into a rounded shimmering portal in the wall between a virtual gaming facility and a place where bets are placed for various sporting events throughout the galaxy. I couldn’t figure out where he was taking me.

  A long, green creature I don’t know the species of stood in the middle of the corridor. At least, I assume it was standing; it had no legs. It looked like a pole covered in green skin, with looping tentacles...or maybe they were branches?...coming out of the top. They wavered and crawled along the ceiling overhead.

  The pole creature stood as steadfast as a tree as it spoke Kalquorian to Betra. Again, I have to assume when I say it ‘spoke’. Staccato language came from its direction, but it had no mouth. Heck, it had no eyes, ears, or nose. There were no features at all that I could see.

  I try not to be a small-minded Earther, but some other aliens are too bizarre for me. They freak me out.

  Betra, of course, knew how to act with this strange fellow...or lady. He bowed, stared up at some of the branches to the left of the tree pole alien, and answered. Then some of the alien’s branches shook, and another shimmery portal opened in the wall. Betra bowed and pulled me towards the portal.

  “This way. We have about an hour.”

  “To do what?” I asked. I stepped through the portal behind Betra and into outer space.

  I yelled in terror as I found myself floating out above a greenish-blue world. A few moons hung suspended in the distance, along with a fiery sun. Pinprick stars glittered on the black velvet of the space surrounding me.

  I grabbed Betra and wrapped my arms and legs around him in panic. “We’re outside the station!” I screamed.

  “Of course we aren’t,” he laughed. “If we were, we wouldn’t be able to have this conversation. We’d be dead.”

  I went from terrified to grouchy in a moment and punched his chest. “That’s a lousy trick to play on someone. You are such a jerk, scaring me!”

  A flash of contrition passed over Betra’s face. “You’re right. That wasn’t very nice.” A mischievous smile chased the repentance off. “You should have seen your expression though.”

  “Bastard.” I was already getting over my pique as I stared out at the space. It was pretty cool in all honesty, this illusion of floating in outer space. “What is this? Is that Kalquor below?”

  “It’s a zero-g romp room,” he grinned. “This is a representation of my home system. Fun, isn’t it?”

  “It is,” I said, finally calm enough to unwrap myself from Betra. I gave him a gentle push and floated away. “Yeah, this is fun! I’m flying through space without a shuttle.”

  Betra kicked and curled himself into a ball. He turned over and over, doing flips for my amusement. I followed suit, feeling more a goofy kid by the second. I giggled as Kalquor, the sun, and the unfamiliar moons drifted across my vision in turns.

  Even funnier was the way Betra’s long hair drifted, rising and falling as if it had a mind of its own. Every now and again, it stood out straight from his head. I checked mine and discovered I had a wild zero-g ‘do of my own.

  “Talk about your bad hair days,” I laughed. “Tell me I’m still beautiful.”

  “Of course you are,” Betra kicked and kind of swam towards me. “Especially when you’re naked.”

  “Seriously?” I asked, my eyes widening. “In here?”

  “What else would we do in such a room?”

  “How hard will it be to get my clothes back?” I asked, peering uncertainly at the illusion of vast space. “I can’t tell where this room ends.”

  “That would ruin the effect.” Betra reached me and tugged at my dancing dress. “Come on, a little sense of adventure, please?”

  I snickered as he peeled the new stretchy black-and-metallic-gold dress off me. “Oh yeah, because we haven’t had plenty of adventures since I left Earth.”

  Betra was delighted to find I wore no underclothes beneath my dress. It was too formfitting to ruin it with panty and bra lines. I ended up wearing only earrings, heels, and a smile. My dress floated with gentle undulations, appearing to be some bizarre species of fish.

  “That’s more like it,” Betra said with a lusty growl. His hands and mouth latched onto everything they could grab.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I smarted off, knowing I would be in trouble for it. I pushed to escape him, hurtling backward. “You can strip too, buster.”

  I couldn’t move fast in the environment I had no experience with. Betra grabbed my ankle and hauled me in. He held me as if he were a running back with a football, my waist cinched tight by his arm curled at his side, with my face pointed behind him.

  He spent some time spanking my vulnerable ass in that position. I flailed and kicked as he delivered punishment for my misbehavior. With us bobbing about in the middle of space, there was no surface for me to get a purchase on. Escape was impossible, so I had to accept the spanking until Betra decided I’d gotten what I deserved. My butt was hotter than our pretend sun when he was done, and it probably shone as brightly.

  “Let’s review then,” Betra said as we floated about. “Who gives the orders here?”

  “You do,” I whimpered, tears dripping off the end of my nose. Man, did my tush burn.

  “I’d advise you to not forget again.”

  He was breathing heavily. I didn’t have to see his crotch to figure out Betra was aroused. He loves being in control when it comes to sex. My misbehavior had been for his benefit. It was worth a stinging ass to get him going.

  So, who’s actually in control, big boy? Ha-ha.

  Betra tugged me upward. I kn
ew I had my runny-mascara raccoon mask happening, and his gaze darkened. His erection pressed against my stomach. As I’d suspected, he was stiff enough to pound a few new impact craters on the Kalquorian moons. Can I play this man or what?

  His mouth crushed against mine, kissing with ferocious passion. I forgot to breathe under the delicious assault. When Betra broke the kiss, I was dizzy. This girl wasn’t putting up any more fights, pretend or otherwise.

  “Damn, Shalia,” Betra gasped. “You make me crazy.”

  He worked between us, freeing his cocks. Then I found myself spinning down, my head swapping places with my crotch. I suddenly had a lovely eyeful of The Twins. They glistened with that yummy, cinnamon-y lubricant the Kalquorians exude. It took all I had to not smack my lips in anticipation.

  Betra groaned, and I assume it was because of what he had a vision of. “I wish we had a zero-g chamber on the ship. You and I would never leave it.”

  “That’s probably why the transport doesn’t have one,” I teased. “Horny, floating Kalquorians can’t fly worth shit. You’d be crashing into planets left and right.”

  He laughed. “Behave yourself, woman, before I spank you again. You know what to do.”

  I certainly did. My hands closed on the bases of his pricks, and my lips homed in on the smaller. I grinned when Betra yelled and kicked, sending us in a spiral orbit around Kalquor.

  He latched onto my pussy. He licked and sucked my clit, and it was my turn to yell and kick. We wobbled through the faux galaxy, sucking, licking, and slurping our way through the stars. It probably looked hilarious, but I was too aroused to find any humor in the situation.

  There is an amazing freedom in having sex when gravity no longer plays a part. I needed no support, leaving me free to stroke, lick, kiss, fondle, tease...everything. My legs floated apart weightlessly as Betra feasted on my delighted pussy. His fingers plunged deep in ass and cunt, making me alternately moan and shriek with ecstasy. No one’s hair got trapped under the other person. I didn’t have to shift a thousand times to relieve tired or cramping muscles. There was no surface that any body part had to lie on, therefore making all flesh easy to touch. I’m not sure which of us could have been called ‘upside-down’, because there seemed to be no up or down. We didn’t have to perform any crazy gymnastics to accommodate our mutual oral pleasuring. Damn, it was good.

  Betra ate pussy and fucked me with his fingers, moaning the whole while. I sucked cocks until my jaw was sore. We must have used over half the hour just with that. I’m proud to say it was the big boy who cried ‘uncle’.

  He pushed me away so that I lost my delicious mouthful. “Turn.” His voice rumbled low with urgency. “I’m going to fuck you.”

  I twirled in space, ending up face to face...and more importantly, groin to groin...with my yummy Imdiko. My legs wrapped around that too-fine, well-chiseled ass. I held him tight and rubbed up and down against him, letting my clit enjoy the hills of his lower abdomen. Betra growled and seized me for a plunging kiss. Our flavors mixed: my slight saltiness with his sweetish-spice. I made a keening sound.

  “Take me.” Betra shoved me about so that his cocks aimed for pussy and ass. He gripped my hips hard. His eyes were dark and feral, and for a moment he appeared more Nobek than Oses.

  He thrust into me. He’d prepared me fairly well with his fingers, but the air rushed from my lungs with the sudden impaling. I cried out.

  “Take it,” Betra snarled, pounding his cocks into me. “Take it. I’m fucking you, girl. I’m fucking you, so you take it and appreciate it.”

  I took it all right. I had no choice, not that I’m complaining. Heavens no; it excited me to be wanted with such passion.

  Betra’s upper lip curled, showing his fangs had descended. His pupils had eaten up his purple irises until they were barely slivers. He stared down at where we joined, where his cocks jackhammering into me with inhuman speed. His hips shuttled back and forth, and he pulled me to meet him with each heave.

  I was full of cock as only a Kalquorian man can offer. The girths of Betra’s pricks meant he moved against my inner hotspot with a friction that made me cross-eyed. Adding to the wondrous chafing was the quickness with which he had me. His groin rubbed gorgeously against my clit. Within seconds, I squalled like a banshee. I climaxed with brutal force.

  “Yeah. Yeah, you’re going to fucking come for me. Do it, Shalia. Come for me now.”

  Boy, did I ever. I twisted and contorted as if I really were in space. Everything seemed determined to turn itself inside out with the force of the orgasm Betra gave me. I felt that monster everywhere. I swear, I think each strand of my hair climaxed.

  I was still screaming my head off when Betra’s shrieks joined mine. He filled me with an ocean of cum, his beautiful body straining so that every tendon and vein showed against his dark skin. If we’d truly been in space, we would have shaken the cosmos.

  What was it the long-ago Earth scientists named the beginning of the universe until the Church put them all to death for heresy? It was called the Big Bang. Betra came up with a big bang of his own in our pretend Kalquorian space. The heavens should have shuddered, as violently as we came.

  Afterwards, we floated, our bodies wandering over Kalquor, past its moons, skirting the sun. Whee. Just a couple of particles of space debris. I barely remember reclaiming my dress or leaving that place. I think Betra had to half-carry me all the way to the tube.

  This trip to Kalquor isn’t turning out so bad after all.

  February 10, later

  I’m no prognosticator, but I’m willing to make a prediction: our last night on the space station will be amazing. Why? Because I am going out with two, count ‘em, TWO Kalquorian men.

  Oses stopped by to tell me he’s finally taking some shore leave. As we were about to go over our options for fun, Betra showed up.

  “Mine tonight.” Oses circled a possessive arm around me. “Unless you wish to join us, you’re flying solo, my Imdiko friend.”

  I expected Betra to say no thanks and run away. Instead, he considered for a moment before asking, “Can you keep your hands off me, Commander?”

  Oses blinked, as surprised as I was. “I can. I assume you wish me to keep everything else off you as well.”

  Betra snorted. “Yes, that would be appreciated. I was hoping to show Shalia the underwater forest tonight. I thought the environment would be an interesting place to, um, play.”

  Oses grinned hugely. “An underwater forest, eh? You realize the Alneusians will watch and study.”

  Betra shrugged. “I have no problem with that.” He treated me to a lecherous smile. “Alneusians are fascinated by terrestrial beings. They have a standing invitation for non-aquatic sentients to frolic in their environments so they can research our behaviors. Studying an Earther female is a chance they won’t dare miss.”

  “You expect me to fuck you two in front of an audience?” My eyebrow was arched so high I think it met my hairline.

  The two men nodded and leered.

  “Underwater?”

  Nods.

  “You realize I can hold my breath for only so long, right?” I scowled at the Horny Duo.

  “You won’t have to. We’ll wear oxygen extractor helmets. They pull air from the water and release carbon dioxide,” Betra explained.

  He wiggled all over, an excited puppy. Oses continued to look his usual dark and dangerous self, but his grin stretched from ear to ear. What a pair they were.

  “These Alneusians...they won’t join in, will they?” I asked.

  Oses answered. “They aren’t equipped for sex with our kind. They see us more as research subjects anyway. We aren’t very attractive to them from the standpoint of lust.”

  “They won’t touch you,” Betra confirmed. “They’ll stay out of sight too, to make sure they don’t compromise our activities. If you thought the zero-g environment was fun, you’ll love the underwater forest aquarium on this station.”

  Oses uttered a hair-raising
laugh. “Especially if the Alneusians populated it with their native foliage.”

  Betra grinned at him. “Oh, they did. I checked. The orfica ferns and atabetin tubers are in season.”

  “By the ancestors. I’m glad you stopped by to let us know. I’m going whether Shalia wants to or not.”

  Oses’s enthusiasm had me wondering what was so great about Alneusian plants. He wasn’t the gardening type, as far as I knew. He was willing to go into this aquarium alone? Maybe the foliage was intoxicating, similar to a Kalquorian’s bite.

  Sex in an underwater forest. With witnesses. I narrowed my gaze at the pair. “You guys enjoy being watched, don’t you?” I guessed.