Tainting Space. (In game)

[Ecnalab]

The planet rush. Held every few centuries, the great expansion effort is many things to many people. To the enterprising individual, however, it is quite possibly the single greatest opportunity they will see in their lifetime. Scouts and explorers spread out through the void, searching for anything of value. Mineral rich asteroids, potential mining planets, and the rarest jewel of all... life sustaining planets. The government, and corporations, are willing to pay top dollar for the coordinates to such treasures, and this ensures that there are always plenty of eager new planet rushers ready and waiting when the time comes to expand the galactic borders. The only question is: who will return home victorious, and who will succumb to the hidden dangers of the frontier?

The engines of the Phalanx hummed softly as the small, personal scout ship slowly glided through the void of space. The area that it currently plumbed was as good a place as any to search. Unfortunately, that meant long hours of simply cruising through space while the instruments scanned the surroundings. That left the crew plenty of time to be bored out of their minds.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz was unused to being made to work, and made to wait. There were times when she could bull she could bull her way through situations... and there were times when she couldn't really make heads or tails of what was going on around her. By now, she'd already forgot who'd employed her, and for what task... she was a notoriously unreliable hire, with her only saving grace being her monstrous combative capability, that few ever really saw the extent of. This particular employer had though, and had seen fit to toss her into the fray for a fraction of the credits that such a mercenary should cost, as Dyzz was incapable of properly haggling for her own pay, not quite understanding the value of currency. She was often employed for the sole purpose of having her there as a wild card should such be needed, as she tended to be cheap. Dyzz was difficult to control, but pointed in the generally right direction, she was a dangerous, effective weapon. The little gabilani made for a mysterious figure on this flight, discarded, empty bottles of cheap wine around her as she slumped against a wall in the corner of the ship, military issue, though high ranking cap shrouding her features, and overcoat with epaulets shrouding her figure in the shadows of her chosen corner of the ship. It was a historic piece, from an age before space exploration, and a damnable history how she'd gotten it in such good condition, let alone suited to her small frame. Perhaps it was some custom work, and less historic than it suggested. From a distance, she posed and interestingly intimidating figure... until one came close enough to smell the cheap booze, hear the light snoring, or see the steady rise and fall of her form breathing rhythmically in drunken slumber.

Dyzz was not very good at waiting on the job, not at all.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan was in the helm of the ship monitoring the computer to make sure the scanners were properly working, occasionally taking a break to visit some forums to roleplay with strangers online. The image of the monitor reflected in her glasses as she scrolled through the websites and scans, and the typing of keys on the keyboard could be faintly heard through the ship. Strait ahead was the vastness of space, stretching out in front of the ship. Occasionally the scanners beeped, detecting minor traces of mineral in the asteroids near to the ship, though deeper scans of the space rocks showed their yield to be worth less than the fuel needed to get over to them. Morgan stretches in her chair, eyes tired from staring at a computer for so long. She gets up and walks to the ships kitchen to get some food and maybe something to drink as well, though getting a beverage was unlikely since someone spent most of their drink money on cheep booze.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz woke rising with some degree of difficulty and stretching. She yawned loudly, scratched her unmentionables, and headed for the kitchen for a snack. It was a good thing she drank cheap... because she was likely to drink away her entire paycheck at the rate she guzzled it. She also ate with a harrowing appetite, eating more than thrice the usual portions for a girl her diminutive size. Sometimes, she had a bit of a belly by the time she was done eating, when she overdid it.

Dyzz came upon Morgan in the kitchen as she was rifling through the fridge, and stealthily crept up behind her. "Oh, captain muh captain!" She reached around Morgan's back and grabbed her breasts, roughly fondling them without permission. What a deviant! "Dyzz got somethin' for ya to land yer ship in, if'n ya know what Dyzz means." She gave a rather unflattering or adorable gigglesnort, depending on your preferences, her tightly gloved hands unceasing in their molestation of the wayward pilot. Words slurred, vision blurred, Dyzz reeked of booze and licentiousness.

 

[Scarves]

Galen spent most of the trip either in his room watching stuff on the extranet or walking around the ship looking for fun. He would occasionally go to check on their current mission status and if anything new came up. Space was vast and he understood that well, but it felt nice getting away from it all, being his own man and doing whatever he wanted. He pondered a lot, not knowing what wonders and new experiences he would find along his way. For a few hours he sat there pondering until he noticed he got a bit hungry, so he went to the kitchen to grab a bite.

Walking out of his room Galen looked at his two crew mates. "Well someones getting excited today." Smirking he made his way to the fridge. "Hm....right....just booze...Oh well, you get what you get. But seriously..." Looking back at his two crewmates. "Next time I'm doing the shopping for provisions." He walked up to the two girls. And leaned into Dyzz's ear. "And who knows you could do other things around the ship." Turning around he smacked her ass and started to walk off to get the rest of his food.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Galen's ass slap never landed. Her hand intercepted it, knocking it wide... hard. Dyzz glared at him with reproach, obviously not taking to his flirtations. Somehow, it seemed, Galen had managed to get on her bad side. The look in her eyes suggested that if he tried something like that again, he'd be retiring early... on disability.

 

[Scarves]

Surprised at the response Galen was stunned for a second. He had misjudged Dyzz's bimbo nature, but he quickly shrugged it off, his mind returning to food. "Oh well, but I wasn't joking. I'm buying supplies next time." He grabbed his meal and started to head for his room.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan yelps as Dyzz gropes her, jumping a bit when she does so before realizing who's behind her. "Damn it Dyzz. Don't sneak up on me like that. I don't hate the attention, but warn me next time," She says, trying to escape the Gabilani but ultimately failing. Morgan sighs, and continues to rummage around the fridge for food. "Oh, hey Galen. Nothing on the scanners so far. We might be flying around for a little while before we hit payday," she says, getting out the necessary ingredients to make a sandwich and finally wrenching herself off of Dyzz. "I also don't care which of us goes shopping next time, so long as the other one keeps Dyzz busy."

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz hops back from Morgan, and salutes. "Yes'm!" She might be handsy, but she appreciated boundaries... once she had an understanding of them. As for Galen... she hated aggressive males. Her amazonian nature was quite normal in that regard, and she saw them with disdain. Pussy boys, gentle giants, gentlemen, she loved them all... any male that swaggered, acted tough, overly confidant or controlling, she was more like to beat to a pulp than fuck. It was the classic amazon conundrum. Dyzz could be a bimbo, promiscuous and even submissive... but not to males of that nature. Dyzz hadn't known this crew long, but Galen wouldn't find a friend in her with his personality, not easily.

She cracked her knuckles at Morgan's last comment. "Not a fan of sittin' round. Not 'nuff booze. Need somethin' to fight." She tried to walk back out of the kitchen, and fell flat on her face after a few teetering steps. "Oof." Dyzz didn't normally do 'shopping'. She couldn't plan a meal calendar or anything, she was too impulsive, shortsighted, and didn't know her nutritional needs until she was hungry. Still, she tended to be consistent... few things melted Dyzz's little heart faster than a bunch of delicious meats.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan made a few more sandwiches and walked over to Dyzz, squatting down next to her. "Here. You eat a lot, so I made a few for you too," She said, placing the plate in front of Dyzz. "If you want, one of us can take you on the shopping trip instead, so you aren't just sitting around, okay?" Morgan smiled at Dyzz, waiting for a response.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz lit up like a child at Christmas. Fooood! She took the sandwiches and began to nom. Eyes closed, demeanor childlike, she seemed to be perfectly content to sit on her rump on the floor eating sandwiches. She gave a fervent nod to Morgan at the mention of being taken shopping... though it wasn't a terribly great idea unless one had great patience, and a lot of extra cash on hand, typically. While capable of being serious, this wasn't Dyzz's regular mode of being, and the exciting environment created by the suggestion that there was money at her disposal... well, it didn't tend to last long.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan patted Dyzz's head, happy she enjoyed the sandwiches. She also left one out for Galen, in case he was hungry too. She then headed back to the cockpit, going back to observing the scanners and browsing forums.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz was quick to trail Morgan after the head pats, for there was little less obvious in the way of communicating lewd intentions than head pats. Once Morgan was back to her nets and space view, Dyzz would be looking to climb up into her lap, though drunken yet and poorly coordinated, so that she could see what Morgan was doing. She would glance over the space view, and the forum stuff, looking for lewds, but as she was illiterate, would not recognize the forum stuff for lewds. "Hey, you's got a nice view, here." Stars were pretty. Dyzz remembered that she'd tried counting them once, but gave up when it made her dizzy. She thought she'd gotten as high as seven. "Ooh, color ribbon. A nutella." She pointed up at a nebula, entranced by the reds and yellows dotted with space rocks.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan watches as Dyzz climbs on her lap, moving a little bit to make it easier for her to get up, before going back to her normally reclined position. She froze for a moment, when Dyzz looked at the forums, but relaxed after remembering she couldn't read, making a mental note to try and teach her how to one day. The Forums were most certainly lewd, and just one sentence of what Morgan typed up would likely send Dyzz into a lustful frenzy, fucking Morgan on the spot. "Thank you. I quite like the view too," she said, patting Dyzz's head. "Eh? Oh, you mean that nebula over there. Yes, it is quite pretty."

Morgan tabbed out of the forums, as to not risk her chances with Dyzz. She would then look out at the stars with her, occasionally looking away to see how the scanners were doing. Still nothing. Oh well, it's not like this moment isn't enjoyable.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz was a cuddlebug, with anyone she took to, and especially with those patient with her often childish antics. She nuzzled Morgan, curled up in her lap, absolutely content to cuddle and shower Morgan with affection, more like a pet than an acquaintance. Dyzz was a stone age baby... she didn't use computers, she didn't pilot ships, she didn't use guns or complex machinery of any type, as she generally didn't understand any of it. Her one redeeming quality was her barbaric savagery, giving her enough raw power to muscle through most of her issues.

And yet she was soft, with luscious curves, skin supple and even jiggly over that bod. She was a little bundle of soft on Morgan's lap, drunky and affectionate. She nuzzled her neck, and her hands explored Morgan's body a tad... feeling her sides, up her ribs, her arms, caressing her cheek and slinking through her hair... and of course, there was some boob groping. Those were wonderful things.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan continued to pat Dyzz's head as she sat in her lap. She was surprised when Dyzz started to move on her lap. She shivered as her sides and ribs were touched, relaxing a bit as her arms, and cheek were rubbed, and relaxed fully when Dyzz stroked her red hair. Though not particularly long, it was silky and smooth. Morgan jumped a little when Dyzz had groped her boob, blushing as she squeezed. Morgan looked away from Dyzz, blushing red as a tomato. While very lewd and promiscuous in online forums, she was actually rather shy when it came to lewd things in real life. As Dyzz continued to rub her down, grope her, and sit on her lap, she slowly but surely got hard. The combined pressure from Dyzz's gentle rubbing and equally gentle pressure from her bottom on her lap, managed to give Morgan to her full 11 inches long, 2 inch thick boner.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz got the response she'd been fishing for, even if it was somewhat subconscious to begin with. She liked cuddling, truly... liked closeness and intimacy, liked being able to freely touch and feel people she liked. But when that monster donger started to rear its head in response to her affections, her focus on cuddling quickly changed to a focus on egging on the monsters rise to glory. Once she'd managed to achieve her goal, and that probably uncomfortably large member was straining against Morgan's outfit, Dyzz would slyly slide down between her legs, and start kissing and nipping at it, slowly prying Morgan's legs apart with her hands, and nuzzling along the behemoth's length... straight to her crotch, where she'd attempt to start unclothing Morgan, with the equivalent of dragging down her zipper with her teeth... depending on the woman's choice of dress.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan's loose fitting pants wielded to Dyzz's mouth, revealing Morgan's massive dong placed in her plain panties. The monster had already slipped out of the underwear and stood to attention once the pants were removed. Morgan looked down at Dyzz, moaning as she unclothed her. Blush spread across her face, becoming a deeper shade of red than her hair. "W-wait, Dyzz, w-what are you d-doing?" Morgan stuttered out while panting in anticipation. Her cock pulsed with anticipation, betraying Morgan's shyness.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz gave a half lidded drunken giggle that mildly suggested that she might not have any idea what she was doing either... but any such thought would soon be put down as Dyzz's skill made its self known... this wasn't something she was any stranger to. She leaned up, heavy breasted chest pressed to Morgan's legs, face flushed red, blue, and even purple as she licked that cock, callously shoving panties out of her way. She grabbed that cock by the thick root, leaning it up to her face, tapping the frenulum to her lips several times, making light, wet, smacking sounds, and kissing it with more affection than she'd probably ever kissed a person. She breathed, exhaling a hotly on the cock, and watching Morgan with a sly grin, to watch the tingles travel up her. Her ruby eyes were luminous, and mischievous... and she licked that cock, up and down, worshiping its length. She pressed the crown to her lips, then, sliding her hand up and down in slow pumps, and sucked, popping the tip into her mouth wetly, and swirling her tongue around it. She tickled and teased the most sensitive parts of Morgan's cock, always thrilled to watch her more ticklish victims twitch and jump in her grip.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan loudly moans as Dyzz works on her cock. "O-oh goodness~. Th-this is way b-better than just using m-my hand~," she manages to get out, before shuddering. Her panting grew much heavier, gripping the arms of her chair for support. She'd never experienced something quite like this, only ever stroking her dick with her own hand. The sensations overwhelmed her, gritting her teeth to withstand the building pressure in her loins. This was the first time she'd ever done something sexual with anyone in real life before, and she could now see why Dyzz had enjoyed it so much. Getting a blowjob fucking rocked, especially a blowjob from someone as skilled as Dyzz.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Incidentally, Dyzz's odd little tusks were nowhere to be seen while she was sucking cock, much to Morgan's pleasure. But the best part was yet to come... Dyzz would turn her head sideways, so that Morgan could see her fat cock lewdly bulging her cheek as she slid her mouth up and down it, grinning goofily around the fat sausage. Dyzz reached up with her little hands and grabbed for Morgan's own, then put those hands on her head, and pulled back with a wet and loud 'pop', letting the cock pop free from her sucking lips. "Hold Dyzz tight, and fuck Dyzz face till you cum in Dyzz throat, deep as you can go. Dun worry none... Dyzz can take it." She'd wink, then smile, still slowly pumping Morgan's cock, but obviously waiting for her to take the lead... and, as she clearly stated next, "Please fuck Dyzzies mouth like a toy."

 

[MagicBanana]

"Um, o-okay Dyzz," Morgan says, trying to stand up on her shaky legs. She grabs Dyzz's head, and thrusts her cock into her mouth, enjoying the sensation of her throat wrapping around her cock. She stays there for a moment, relishing the feeling of being balls deep in her throat, before moving her hips. Slowly at first, and then picking up in speed. The wet slaps of Morgans hips hitting Dyzz's face could be heard all throughout the ship. Dyzz felt something strange from Morgan's cock from the beginning, but couldn't place her finger on it, until now. Morgan didn't have testicles. Where they would be is just the girl's pussy, wet and glistening with arousal.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz had a thick head of hair... a voluminous, brilliant crimson, that trailed down her back to her ankles She peeked out from under her 'admirals' cap, grinning cock-sure and drunken, as Morgan found her grit and started wetly dominating Dyzz's face. There were few things Dyzz enjoyed quite so much as watching a pair of girly hips pull back and messily slam her face over and over, a fat length of cock at the bottom of her vision pulsing with veiny glory and excitement, greedily plumbing the depths of her throat and gagging her. There was a slick cunt slapping her chin instead of a ballsack, but she wasn't terribly interested in it at the moment. The mixed smell of Morgan's feminine and masculine arousal was smeared all over Dyzz's face within moments, as her lips were all but bruised by the fat doorknocker between Morgan's legs.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan is panting heavily now, short scarlet hair in her face. She had a slight coating of sweat making her body glitter in the ship's lights. Her thrusting grew faster, and Dyzz could feel the tell tale pulsing she was familiar with, signalling that Morgan, despite only having begun a little while ago, was about to cum. "Oh, fuck Dyzz~," Morgan said, eyelids half shut in a haze of pleasure. "I-I don't think I can h-hold on much longer! I'm about to cum!" she shouts, pushing her entire length down Dyzz's throat and releasing her load. It was much bigger than what Dyzz might have thought before, managing to make her stomach just slightly bulge. The bulge wasn't enough to easily see, though she could definitely feel it. Morgan stands there, still balls deep in Dyzz, shuddering in the afterglow of her orgasm.

 

[Ecnalab]

A slight buzzing from the ships console caught Morgan's attention, as the words 'anomaly detected' flashed in yellow.

 

[Scarves]

Having been told that there had been nothing on the scanners Galen went back to his room to try and cure his boredom. He started browsing the extranet to find anything that could grab his attention, a few adds here and there, but to his search ended to no avail, and the noise his crewmates were making wasnt helping. So while they were buissy he went to train a little to get his mind off of things

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Dyzz was pleasantly surprised by Morgan's load. There were great things about potent partners, you know... when out on an expedition, it paid to keep some cum-nutritional-enhancers on hand, and make your sexual partners into meal taps. By the time Dyzz had plopped off her dick, and sidled up into the co captains chair, there was a an alert on the computers, and Dyzz was blinking at it. "Hey, Morgan-lady. Wassat?" She'd point at it, miffed that it was making noises and blinking at them. That was just annoying, like the time she made a campfire in a space station, and the stupid ship alarm system went off... no one died that time, if she recalled, though literally everyone got pissed.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan is drawn from her stupor by the beeping and looks at the screen where the scanners are displayed. "Looks like we might have a job Dyzz," she said, pulling her pants and panties up. She went onto the intercom to call Galen. "There's an anomaly on the scanners. I'm going to do a deeper scan to see if it's worth going and seeing what it is. Be prepared for a potential landing."

 

[Scarves]

Galen was working up a sweat when he heard Morgan over the intercom. Thinking to himself...(God I hope this isn't some bullshit that's gonna fuck us.) He quickly wiped the sweat from his brow and picked up his communicator. "Well that sounds interesting. I'm coming over to see what we got, hopefully its something fruitful. Just be careful." He then proceeded to the bridge of the ship to meet up with everyone.

 

[MagicBanana]

Morgan then looked at the scanners once more, trying to see what the anomaly was.