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[Veryknowing]

“Mike” Stryker - huh???

Mike was really getting into his explanation for what was going on, and trying to ignore Andy's interruptions which weren't very helpful. All Andy kept saying was that the thing was dangerous and that they had to turn it off. Well, maybe it was dangerous, but it was safe enough for a TV studio wasn't it?

He watched as Andy screamed out about how dangerous it was and then Andy did this crazy runnning, jumping, rolling, and crawling stuff as if he was panicking to get to the VCR in time. It was pretty exciting and fit in well with the speeding balls of light, the shaking, the loud wooshing and humming noise - but, come on - wasn't acting like that a bit over dramatic?

Suddenly it was quiet. The lights were gone. The poles in the corners of the room were dark. The shaking had stopped.

“I saved our fucking lives, man”, Andy said as he got up off the floor, “Now I’m gonna have some fun. Those girls are still waiting for us.”

Mike just looked at him, and watched as Andy ran out of the room.

Over dramatic, he thought, As if! Hah!

The TV lounge and kitchen were both looking like a disaster area now. Things were strewn all over the floor, and there was soda all over the kitchen and burst plastic bottles scattered around, mostly near the refrigerator.

Maybe going upstairs and trying to score with the girls wasn't such a bad idea. He might have a chance. Mike didn't really believe that, but he supposed that he should do his part to keep them erotically stimulated and embarrassed. His dick was hard for idea with thoughts of fucking cute Angie. She'd always had a nice ass, but when he saw her before Angie looked extremely fuckable and her body was fantastic. He really wanted to thrust his dick into her - a lot. Of course the was about as much chance of him getting to screw Angie as the UNSS Pathfinder suddenly flying out of the sky and landing at the mall.

"Waddaya think Trey? We better get upstairs and have some fun those girls, maybe?", Mike turned and asked his pothead friend, "Hey, do you hear that? Sirens!"

The sound had been going on for awhile, rapidly approaching, but Mike had only just then noticed the sirens. Fire Brigade sirens. Ambulance sirens. Police sirens. They were loud, and some were already stopping really close by.

Maybe next door? Mike guessed, as he wondered what was going on.

Curious, he walked over to the kitchen window and opened it.

Wow, lots of lights outside. What's going on?

There was yelling and everything. Must be something big.

"Aaaah!", he screamed as suddenly a thick jet of water spraying through the open window hit him and hurled him flying through the air backwards into the TV room.

Water was spraying everyhere!

Mike strugged to stand up as water from firehoses outside flooded the TV lounge, drenching him and everything else. He heard the front and back doors being smashed in, and men yelling.

Four firemen in full gear were suddenly entering the kitchen from the back. Mike looked at them in astonishment, as he lay on the floor, still dazed from all the water flooding into the house.

Suddenly there was another loud BANG as one last bottle of Fanta exploded, spraying hot steaming orange soda everywhere and knocking over one of the firemen.

"Geezus!", another fireman yelled, "Explosive chemicals!"

"Evacuate the house before something else blows up!", yelled another, "Chief, we have an explosive chemical hazard in the premises. Looks toxic. Jake's covered in orange goo so we're getting him out now."

Two of the firemen went into the TV room, one running over to Mike.

"Come with me, lad", one said as he pushed back his visor to see better, "You're safe now."

Mike was too dazed by the whole apparent insanity of it all to resist. He was rushed outside past other firemen. Some saying "the fire appears to be contained" and others yelling about "hazardous chemicals".

Outside, he looked around at the strange scene of four big fire-trucks, several cop cars, and an equal number of ambulances. People were rubber necking on the street, everyone come out of their houses to have a look. Firehoses were pumping huge jets of water over the roof, and into the upstairs windows, one that was aimed directly at his sister's bedroom window had been going for awhile by the looks of it.

"But there was no fire", he said out loud as they walked him towards an ambulance, "It was just lights and shaking and stuff!"

One of the firemen he passed was saying, "...found six more upstairs, two males and four females. The babes are all nude and need some special attention. Bringing them down now."

A pair of paramedics came over and gave Mike a blanket, and began asking questions. Was he okay? What happened? Anybody else that he knows who was injured?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay"

"CX-drive. It was the CX-drive. Faster than light travel. There wasn't even any fire - it was the faster than light drive! It was all spinning lights."

"The girls are all naked now, but that's okay - they're supposed to be always naked from now on. Gotta make sure they get plenty of orgasms, lots of molesting and special attention. Keep them always stimulated."

"Drugs? No, I didn't take any drugs."

"Shit, Mom and Dad are really going to kill me now", Mike commented as he was bundled into an ambulance by the two paramedics who had decided that he was delirious and rambling and flying high on recreational pharmaceuticals.

He heard the cops being told about the possibility of drugs as well.

"We better search 'em as they come out", one cop replied.

"The young guy's right about those naked girls inside. They'll need special attention", said a paramedic as he adjusted the bulge in his trousers.

 

[Lovelynice]

“Angie” Momoiro

As she leaned against the bedroom door, and listened to the fearful and desperate lust-filled voices of the other three girls, Angie came to realise that even their thoughts had been affected in a selective way by the change that had happened to them. She tried to think of the others as young women but couldn’t. Only as girls, babes, chicks, and even as pussies, but never as women or ladies or anything else that implied real maturity and respect. Words loaded with innuendo were becomingly increasingly easy and nothing that the girls said was completely free of sexual association. It was the feeling from her pussy that alerted her as she thought about this, and Angie blushed as she had to struggle by an effort of sheer will to stop from playing with herself. She knew now that everytime she was thoughtful, her hands would wander to lascivious actions between her thighs, and they possessed a skill in bringing pleasure on their own motivation much greater than Angie consciously knew herself. It always took far too long to stop, pointedly showing that even her own body betrayed her and would sexually molest her in the most embarrassing ways against Angie's own will.

For awhile after she managed to stop, Angie felt the ghostly sensation of her feet being caressed and massaged in a very distracting way that sent warm feelings straight up Angie’s thighs. Inside her pussy muscles tightened in response. It kept happening for a long time, making Angie feel even randier. But she couldn’t see any hands doing this. Just when it was getting really distracting, making Angie mewl a little with pleasure and wriggle her toes as she spasmed inside, and fresh hot trickles of her arousal tickled her labia and dripped from her pussy, the ghostly foot massage finally stopped.

"Oh no!", Marianne exclaimed, "We can't close our legs either!"

It was true, Angie could see. She discovered the same problem herself. It was as if they were being forced to put themselves on exaggerated sexual display. All their postures were sexually inviting as if to declare Come fuck me, I need it!. Worse still, they couldn’t help the frequent enforced masturbation. If they moved their hands too close to their pussies or tried to cover their pussies with their hands, they would find their hands doing obscene and lascivious things. If they were thoughtful, it happened. If they were distracted, it happened. Everytime it happened, their hands would carry on doing it, as if unwilling to finish and stop, acting as if controlled by minds of their own, and doing it long enough for the girls to be embarrassed and humiliated.

The knocking on the door was loud in Angie’s ears. She tried to ignore it. She even tried to ignore the distraction of the tiny balls of light and little sparks that floated around inexplicably like thousands of translucent Christmas tree lights. They looked more and more like stars.

What are we going to do?!....We can't even get dressed!" , Mei cried, panting in lust and barely stopping herself from sobbing, "and I'm - too much - wanting it!

The heat between Angie’s own thighs was intolerable too, but she found the wetness that dripped like a leaking faucet more embarrassing. The dripping onto the carpeted floor was a constant broadcast sign, saying I’m horny enough to fuck! Angie felt betrayed by her own body. Yet, she was in love/lust with the sight of her own appearance in Amy’s dressing table mirror. The other girls were just as desirable to her, and that frightened Angie too. She couldn’t help admiring their beauty in a lust-filled way. She wanted to have sex with them. Angie shook her head, and once again had to determinedly convince her naughty hands to stop playing with her as a finger on her left hand traced circles around her clitoris, and her right hand plunged a finger (several times) deep into her love-hole. It felt good, and she tried to think of it as wrong, but could only think how humiliating it was.

Somebody kept knocking on the door.

“Go away!”, Angie told them, “We want some privacy, and we aren’t going to let you in!”

It was probably one of the guys from the party. Angie was pretty certain she knew what he wanted. She wasn’t sure she or any of her friends could really stop him once he got inside.

The floating lights and sparks began moving faster and faster, all four girls started to notice then. The balls of light had been speeding up gradually for awhile, but now the glowing balls and sparkling motes were racing around and around, passing through the walls, flowing like a raging river. Making the girls even more horny and hot inside with aching need, their tummies tingling with the melting desire within. The house began to shake as a humming sound grew louder and louder.

“Oh no! What’s happening now?!”, Angie exclaimed as the whole place shook more violently and cosmetics started falling off Amy’s dressing table.

She held on tight to the door as the sounds of things falling, smashing, breaking, and the loud hum grew deafening. There was also a sound like the roar of the wind. The sparks and lights were moving so fast that they’d become streaks. Frightened, Angie slid down to the floor, not even noticing how she spread her feet wider apart. She slid down onto the patch of carpet soaked by her own hot arousal, making her bottom wet.

“We have to get out of here!”, she yelled to the others, “Amy! It’s your brother’s machine! That’s what changed us and made our clothes disappear! We have to turn it off!”

The noise by then was so loud that Angie wasn’t sure that the others could hear her. None of them dared move. The shaking was like an earthquake and they were all terrified. It seemed to be reaching a critical point.

Suddenly, it stopped. The glowing lights disappeared. The house slowly shook like a ship at swaying at sea. A bottle of perfume fell to the floor. Then all was quiet…except for the suddenly loud sirens right outside and other sirens still approaching. It sounded like fire trucks, ambulances, and police.

Angie stood up and looked around as she leaned back against the door again with her legs once more parted in a “V”. It dawned on her slowly that some of the heat in her pussy, the need, had reduced a little. It was still too much, unbearably too much, but less than before. Angie was desperate for relief, but felt a little more self-control.

She sighed.

“Maybe it’s over…”, Angie said with hope, but she knew without any doubt that she and the others would be remaining nude. They couldn’t put on clothes and had to stay ALWAYS completely nude…

“Oh no….We still have to stay naked…We haven't changed back to normal!”, Angie said as she blushed hotly, “All those ugly clothes that my Mom always forced me to wear, and that I hated, but now I’ll never be able to wear any clothes ever again…not even my own Mom will let me wear clothes ever again, no one will!”

Not even panties. Not even jewellery. Not even a pair of socks or shoes. And she would never be able to put any on. None of them could.

Angie looked down at her body, intensely aware that she was going to always be nude...forever... Never able to cover herself with anything ever again. Not even a bathtowel when she came out of the shower. It made her feel so vulnerable, exposed, really embarrassed, and sent a hot thrill between her thighs in unwanted reminder that being embarrassed made her hornier. Angie squirmed, wanting to close her legs and only able to rub her hands up and down her thighs.

Then she felt something like a pole pushing into her young cunny, sliding into her. Angie glanced down but there was nothing there, despite how real it felt. The pole started to move in and out, in and out, in a very distracting way, filling her, stretching her. Without wanting to, Angie spread her legs further apart and began thrusting her pelvis to meet the impaling invisible cock that was fucking her. A cock that she couldn’t see. She moaned and tried to stop herself, but it felt too real. Then it suddenly stopped.

Oh God, Angie thought, It felt so solid!

Remembering the others, Angie felt her face grow hot with shame knowing what it had looked like she’d been doing.

Her thoughts of shame didn’t last long however, as suddenly a roaring thunderous blast of cold water began spraying into the bedroom through the open window, drenching everything, and soaking the four girls all in moments. Water was going everywhere, knocking the girls over, and making the floor slippery as the bedroom flooded. The roar of the water was so loud that they could hardly hear each other's cries of surprise and panic. Stunned, Angie didn’t know what was going on as she’d forgotten briefly about the fire trucks that had been approaching. Seeking escape from the painfully powerful blast of water that was filling up the room, Angie opened the bedroom door and staggered out into the hallway, blinded by her soaked hair that had fallen across her eyes.

The naked and drenched girl stumbled right into the waiting arms of the young man just outside the door, knocking him unbalanced in her rush to get out and falling on top of him…

To her shock, Angie quickly discovered that she was unable to pull herself away or break the physical contact on her own initiative no matter how she tried to. Instead, her body moved to allow the young man’s hands to roam where they wanted, letting him grope and touch and fondle as he desired, Angie’s legs parting to allow him better access even as she tried to close them instead, and she was unable to push him away or stop him doing as he wanted while they were in physical contact. Angie had just learned of another one of the little problems that all four of the girls now had.

"Please let me go...", Angie pleaded, "Oh...ah.....stop, please..."

Charging up the stairs nearby, came six firemen in full gear with respirators on, and visors closed. They paused in surprise when they saw the four unearthly beautiful naked girls with bodies like a teenager's sex-fantasies come to life, being groped and fondled by the two guys who were trying to have their way with all four girls at once. Angie could only look at the firemen, imploring them for rescue, but instead of rescue alone, the firemen opened their visors and leered at Angie and her friends with lecherous interest.



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[Wolk]

Steve stood before the door, slightly disoriented and confused. It never had dawned on him that there might be anything other than the door that was his obstacle and the four hot and ready girls on the other side of it that were his prize. Lust and desire consumed him fully, narrowing his mind to just those things.

But with what seemed like an earthquake, primitive instincts of self-preservation that were rivaling the stregth of sexual ones, were awakened and wrestled control of his mind, at least partially. And so he stood there, torn, until the door suddenly opened.

Out of it stumbled Angie, naked, as she will always be now. If the forces of lust and desire were holding their own fueled by his imagination and memories alone, now that they have recieved such close visual stimulation, the survival instincts were hard pressed to do anything. When Angie, stumbled and fell onto him, pressing her gorgeous body to Steve, that sealed the deal in his mind and the "flight" side retreated shamefully. He was now fully guided by lust, and it alone.

Having taken off his T-shirt before, Angie's enormous jugs now rested their heavy weight on his naked chest directly. Her legs were spread around him.

Steve moved his knee slightly, rubbing the wet inside of her thigh with it, then the other. His hands moved up to her breasts. They were big enough for him to get some flesh even as they were pressed against his chest, but much to Steve's surprise he found Angie lifting herself up slightly as soon as his hands touched the sides of her tits, letting him feel her chest however he pleased.

I would say that Steve caressed her breasts, or fondled, but it would be a lie, as would any word that describes gradual and gentle stimulation, designed to excite. He was too horny for that. In his primitive lust, Steve groped her jugs, grunting with passion, feeling up the best set of tits he ever got his hands on.

Feeling juices on his knee, he finally remembered her pussy and immediately moved the more agile hand to it. And once again, she spread herself for him, as if wanting and craving his touch. His finger slipped into her wet folds and Steve moved it rapidly, fingering the hot, pulsating cunt.

He ignored her pleas, turning her over onto her back and continuing working her pussy with his finger.

"Damn, you're so hot." He breathed with heavy excitement. "So wet, too. Oh, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, babe!"

Hastily, Steve disposed of his shorts and boxers, revealing the rigid rod of flesh he was going to take Angie with. A few more moments of moving and the head of his swollen cock was pressing against Angie's wet folds, just vacated by his finger. Said finger, by the way, Steve brought up to her face, making her smell, or perhaps even lick, her own arousal.

He barely noticed the firefighters who discovered the six of them. Maybe, if they came a minute earlier, nothing would have happened, but by then Steve was far too consumed in lust to care who was watching.

 

[ImpWizard]

Andy Peterson

He ran down the hallway, barely noticing the paintings on the walls which were now askew at odd angles, and the vase that had fallen off a small side-table. The chandeliers were still swinging, making the shadows moved in an eerie way, but Andy ignored them. He charged up the stairs in heart pumping excitement, hoping that even if he couldn't get much more than a grope, at least that would be something to enjoy. Thoughts of the naked girls pulled him, gave him tunnel vision oblivious to anything else. Only in the back of his mind did Andy have a single stray thought briefly wonder at the sounds of sirens outside.

At the top of the stairs, Andy paused, breathing heavily from the sudden exertion. He'd run more in just that little distance from the TV to the top of the stairs than he'd run in a month. Andy felt exhiliriated and a little dizzy, as he glanced around for the way to Amy's bedroom, which was where he'd figured the girls would've run to. He saw Steve near a white door, looking a bit nervous and called out to him.

"Hey, Steve!", Andy called as he ran upto him, "Any luck?"

Suddenly the door opened and there was spraying water, and screaming naked - absolutely gorgeously naked - girls running out with big boucing tits and wide hips and shapely asses, and none of them had any pussy hair, and Andy thought he was going to cream his pants as they ran towards him and Steve. One of the girls fell straight into Steve and knocked him down, so Andy braced himself like he was playing a game of football and tried to grab two girls at the same time.

They apparently weren't seeing him too well, as three ran into him in blind panic, wet naked bodies were suddenly in his arms, and Andy was grabbing what he could and laughing. He lost his ballance and tumbled backward with the girls, while he was still trying to work out which one was Mei.

Maybe it didn't matter, he thought, as he fondled a girl's pussy between her well parted thighs that did nothing to stop him.

he began fingering her with his right hand while his left was wrapped around another girl. Which was which, he couldn't tell. They were all incredible. Andy was having the time of his life.

He heard booted feet running up the stairs behind him, and glanced back to see a bunch of firemen arrive all kitted out who stopped to stare at what was going on.

Huh? Where'd they come from?

One of the firemen picked up one of the naked girls and threw her over his shoulder, ass facing forward. He didn't waste any time taking off a glove and fingering her deliciously wet twat with his thick fingers. He was a big guy, maybe 6'5" tall and built like a fullback. Hard to tell whose naked ass it was, or which girl. Andy guessed it may have been Amy, Mike's adopted little sister.

"Are you guys here to stop the fun, then?", Andy asked, as he sucked on a tit, fingered a pussy, and groped a different girl's ass as well.

 

[Tanuki]

Amy Stryker

In a flash of whirling blue lights and loud noises, Amy's world had changed. One moment, she had been chattering away telling Mei how her boyfriend was really a desperate super geek, in graphic embarrassing detail, and the next, she was . . . naked. "I'm naked!!" she shrieked . . . or was it in her head? The other girls were also screaming, and equally naked, and her friend Angie was glowing. A second later, Amy was hit with the sensations, warm . . . wet . . . burning . . . she gasped and squeezed her thighs . . . only they didn't close like she expected. She looked down to see why her legs weren't responding, and screamed again. My boobs! she thought. She couldn't see her legs, because her boobs were now . . . huge! She reached up to touch them, and gasped as she found they were doubly sensitive, and her nipples were stiffening just from her own casual touch.

Just then some of the guys appeared in the kitchen doorway, and their eyes bulged like they were going to pop out of their heads. As her brother Mike's gaze moved to her, Amy blushed from head to toe, and her hands dropped away from her breasts, since she didn't dare hide her body from him, or any guy who wanted to look at her. What??? she thought, shocked at her own thinking. Like hell! Quickly she moved her hands to cover herself, only they didn't reach their goal. She looked down to see her arms stuck at her sides, her upper arms pinching her already huge boobs together to present them for the guys to enjoy. "Oh no, I can't help it!" she cried out loud, unable to comprehend what was going on. Her mind screamed to cover her nakedness from the stares of the guys, but her body refused to respond, as if to cover herself was an unspeakable taboo. She looked at Angie, and her eyes went wide in shock to see her friend was not only naked, but impossibly sexual. Angie's boobs looked swollen and large, like my own! she reminded herself. Even more shocking was her friend's obvious arousal, her pussy was visibly wet and pouting. Angie's lovely face was flushed, and she was looking back at Amy, looking down.

Amy had been trying to block out the sensations of heat and desire that were growing stronger by the minute, but Angie's gaze made her reach tentatively down between her legs. "Oh!" Amy gasped, as her fingers contacted her flesh, her smooth hairless pussy. What happened to my hair? she thought in alarm. Her soft, downy pussy hair, that she'd never even considered shaving, was gone, leaving a smooth, and now very wet crevice. Her finger slid further down, sliding on the wetness of her own folds. Her mouth fell open as she felt her heart pounding, but her finger continued, slipping deeply inside herself. A soft, embarrassed moan slipped her lips, as she was unable to stop fingering herself. She saw one of the guys - Steve - looking at her with lust, and she blushed brightly, and just barely managed to withdraw her finger, leaving herself burning with desire. For a second, she imagined going to Steve, undoing his belt, and putting his quite visibly hard member inside her, and then she shook her head in shock. Not him! Never! She was supposed to save herself, for the perfect guy, not give it up to one of her brother's loser friends.

Amy's misery was broken by the loud popping and fizzing from the refrigerator. Angie grabbed her hand, suddenly, and Amy blushed as she realized her hand was still sticky. “Let’s get out of the kitchen, it’s too dangerous!” yelled her friend, pulling her out of the kitchen, her pendulous breasts bouncing. Amy couldn't bear to look over at the other guys, instead she concentrated on following Angie's swaying hips as she and the other girls were led upstairs.

Once in her own bedroom, Amy looked at Marianne and Mei for the first time, and she was awed by their outright sexyness. Do I look like that? she wondered, but not wanting to look in the mirror for fear it was true.

“Those…uh…things have something to do with this”, said Angie, “But how? Those poles…oh…poles…not what I meant at all.”

Amy rose up on her heels at the word 'poles', to escape the strange sensation the word seemed to inspire in her throbbing pussy. The girls were looking at the strange light balls that were floating around the house, passing through furniture and walls, and even passing through her . . . "Ahh!" moaned Amy, as a blue light ball entered her stomach, setting off a rippling heat that went straight for her vulnerable center.

"Oh no!", Marianne exclaimed, "We can't close our legs either!" Marianne was sitting on Amy's bed, her thighs spread wide invitingly, and Amy saw that her pussy juice was trickling onto her bed cover, making a little wet spot. "Marianne!" she scolded, then watched in fascination as her friend tried to close her legs, but couldn't. Mei was standing by the mirror, her middle finger delving deeply into her own pussy. Mei turned, and saw Amy staring at her. The lovely Chinese girl bit her lip, her face flushed, and Amy gave her an embarrassed smile. Amy also had to constantly fight the urge to touch herself, to relieve the burning arousal. She'd never felt like this, ever, for she prided herself on always being in control. Guys would use a girl's own body's desires against them if given the chance. Something had gone horribly wrong, and she knew her brother and his friends were behind it. Right now, they had to just make sure they stayed hidden away til they figured things out.

 

[MaidenHeart]

Marianne Serurier

After fleeing with the other girls to the temporary safety of Amy's bedroom, Marianne had expected that they could at least have the time to think about and discuss what to to do next. But thinking was difficult, as her hands continually wandered between her slickly wet thighs, and discussion was more than half exclamations of the girls' shock at what had happened and their feelings of unbearable lust. Marianne tried to distract herself from the intolerable heat between her thighs, by watching the others. They all looked like "babes" as the boys would say, though none of them would've been considered plain before. A Tom Jones song drifted through her thoughts, "Sex bomb", and looking at the other girls, Marianne also thought that a song by Robert Palmer, "Simply Irresistable" was too appropiate as well.

"What are we going to do?!....We can't even get dressed!" , Mei cried, panting in lust and barely stopping herself from sobbing, "and I'm - too much - wanting it!"

Marianne nodded agreement, the heat inside her was pushing her to the edge of tears too. Her nipples and clitoris were burning and throbbing, tickled very distractingly by the air, and constantly sending their need to be touched. She found herself masturbating again, and with the same lack of control over her hands.

God, it was too much!

I wish that I could close my legs, Marianne thought.

She was fascinated watching the others, each of them too beautiful, too sexy. The way Angie stood guarding the white painted door, legs parted, panting, visibly dripping from her pussylips that were only slightly peeking out from her folds. Marianne thought that Angie had a beautiful pussy too. So beautiful, and yet Angie acted like a fighter. As if it was her responsibility to protect her friends.

“Go away!”, Angie yelled at whoever was still knocking on the bedroom door, “We want some privacy, and we aren’t going to let you in!”

The lightballs and sparks were moving so fast now, too fast to see, and the house had begun to shake. That's when Marianne finally noticed that something had been building up to some kind of climax for awhile. Despite the sexual thrill as a chill went up her spine, Marianne was scared.

“Oh no! What’s happening now?!”, she heard Angie shout.

Marianne stood up, expecting that they'd have to run, but by then the house was shaking so much that it was difficult to stand. The lights were now streaks, and she felt her need flare like a fire inside her. The shaking was too much, and Marianne fell down as she lost her balance. She saw Angie slide to the floor.

Angie was yelling, “We have to get out of here!....Amy! It’s your brother’s machine! That’s what changed us and made our clothes disappear! We have to turn it off!”

Her fists clenched and through slitted eyes, as she panted, Marianne saw cosmetics falling off Amy's dressing table. She was almost ready to climax, when suddenly the shaking stopped and the lights disappeared. The sound of police and fire department and ambulance sirens approaching was suddenly loud in the silence.

Marianne's ears were still ringing from the previous noise, but she stood and looked around.

"Is it over?", she asked.

“Maybe it’s over…”, Angie said, then cried in distress, “Oh no….We still have to stay naked…We haven't changed back to normal!....All those ugly clothes that my Mom always forced me to wear, and that I hated, but now I’ll never be able to wear any clothes ever again…not even my own Mom will let me wear clothes ever again, no one will!”

It sounded to Marianne as if Angie was about to go into hysterics, but suddenly the younger girl blushed brightly and had a very peculiar and confused expression. She acted very oddly, as if...well...as if Angie was...being screwed by an invisible lover. She certainly acted very strangely. Watching her, Marianne felt a hollow hungry need inside, that ached, and made her moan softly. Her breathing was as heavy as Angie's by the time the other girl finally stopped the strange pelvic movements. Suddenly there was water spraying through the window, knocking Marianne down in it's violent power.

Marianne was washed against the wardrobe hard, hitting her head, but she didn't feel any pain. It was incredibly noisy, and the girls shouts could hardly be heard over it. Marianne struggled merely to crawl, and was hit by the water on her naked backside in a way that made her cry out, then knocked her flat on her face again. She managed to get up again and ran for the door to escape, pushing past one of the other girls and tripping as somebody fell over in front of her. Unbalanced, Marianne stumbled over and fell down on the other young man in the hallway.

She tried to get up, but the man fondled her rudely between the legs and somehow prevented Marianne from breaking away. She couldn't understand how. Her thighs parted against her will, as the man's fingers played with her pussylips and then began pushing a knobby finger inside her. It felt far better than she was willing to admit.

"Let me go!", Marianne begged, "Please let me go!"

But her begging seemed false even to her own ears. Next to her, another naked girl, perhaps Amy or Mei (Marianne was uncertain) was sliding against her and also apparently trapped. Her smooth wet skin felt nice as it slid against Marianne's own nudity, and sent images of doing things that the old Marianne would never have considered.

"No, I'm not like that", she tried to say to herself.

Then she saw the firemen arrive, at first making her heart leap for joy at possible escape, then turning to worry as she saw the firemen's expressions as they lifted their visors. Each one looked on her and her friends with far from gentlemanly intent.

 

[Tanuki]

Amy Stryker

Amy was half bent over, her hands straining to stay on her hips as she tried to resist the constant urge to touch herself. Seeing her best friend Angie wantonly playing with herself, and obviously enjoying it so much, only made it worse. She saw an image forming in her mind, of herself, and Angie, their legs entwined as they touched each other in very naughty ways. Her legs quivered as she felt a tremor of desire between her thighs. She shook her head violently, What's wrong with me?

Sirens? She thought, suddenly, as if hearing them for the first time. She dashed to her window that faced the street, and her jaw dropped as she saw the blue lights of police cars, fire engines, and an ambulance. Several men in uniform were pointing . . . up toward her window. "Oh shit!" shrieked Amy, as she realized her naked torso was clearly visible in the window. Her hands moved to cover herself, but instead, as if guided by unseen puppet strings, her own hands lifted her heavy, full breasts up and pressed them against the window. A couple of the cops cheered, and Amy closed her eyes in embarrassment, unable to conceive of why she'd just done that. Of course she knew it was not allowed to hide her curves from anyone who desired to look at her. And why the hell is that? she wondered in shock. With great effort, she was able to move herself from the window, feeling a pang of guilt at ceasing her display.

Amy saw Angie pressing her bare back against the door, her legs splayed out wide on the floor, for leverage? She blushed as Angie looked her up and down. "Angie, don't look at me that way!" she begged in a whisper, but her friend couldn't hear her over the wailing sirens. The other girls were looking at each other too, and they were very aroused, she noticed, looking at their lovely, glistening pussies. No, they're NOT lovely! she all but screamed at herself. Stop looking!

There was banging on the door, and Amy was suddenly horrified. They couldn't see her like this, those geeky guys, and her brother. She'd die of shame. And worse, they might want to do more than look, and Amy knew she couldn't stop them . . . one touch, and she knew she'd be helpless with desire.

“Go away!”, Angie told them, “We want some privacy, and we aren’t going to let you in!”

Angie had now slid down so she was sitting on the floor against the door, her legs obscenely wide, and her overheated womanhood leaking out on Amy's floor. Amy went to help her friend, standing over Angie and leaning in to press both hands against the door. Her legs spread wide of their own accord, and she was acutely conscious of the fact that her naked pussy was slowly moving closer to Angie's face. She tried not to think about that fact, as she used all her strength to press against the door, for they had to keep the guys out, at any cost. Suddenly Amy felt Angie's warm breath between her thighs, and she gasped at the delicious sensation that caused a little trickle of arousal to seep out in response. She looked down, but couldn't see Angie past the mounds of her enlarged breasts. Not being able to see what was going on made the sensations even worse. Amy trembled uncontrollably and closed her eyes.

Something had changed - the ever-present rumbling had stopped, and Amy hadn't noticed it until it was gone. Then Angie was talking down below her, and each word sent another hot breath toward Amy's pussy. She tilted her head to the side so she could see Angie. "Oh god!" she gasped, for Angie was no longer talking, she was driving her hips back and forth, as if an unseen cock was driving into her . . . Not only that, but Angie's rapid breathing near Amy's pussy was driving her to the bring of uncontrollable spasms. "Angie, please, shhh! Ss--stop . . . that!" she moaned.

Amy's helpless contractions were just reaching an unbearable point, when she was struck by a wall of water. She screamed as she slid across the room, bumping into Mei's lovely bare legs. The world was suddenly full of gushing, roaring water, and Amy sputtered wiping her hair out of her eyes. "My room!" she wailed, as one of her stuffed animals floated by, and her posters were driven right off the walls by the powerful water streams. Amy slipped and sputtered her way out of the door, to escape the cold water, and tripped over several bodies entwined on the floor. She recognized Andy and Steve, and their hands were fondling any female bodies they could reach. She twisted out of the way of Andy's groping hand, and then suddenly she felt herself being lifted off the ground by powerful yellow arms.

It was a fireman, Amy realized as she was hoisted onto the broad shoulder of a tall, strong man in a yellow firesuit. Suddenly she was face to face with another, handsome fireman, who was looking at her with the most intrusive stare. Amy remembered she was naked, and began struggling against the strong arm that held her the back of her knees. "Let me go!" she shouted, "Put me down!" wiggling uselessly in his strong grip. Amy didn't realize her breasts were dangling enticingly for the second fireman, until he removed his gloves and reached up to squeeze them. Maybe it was the cold water, or the blue light balls, but her nipples were stiff and sensitive, and she moaned as he squeezed and pinched her flesh.

Then Amy's eyes went wide in shock. "Ohh!!" she moaned, her whole body stiffening. She twisted around to try to see what was the source of the intensive sensations. Then she realized the fireman who held her was pushing a thick finger into the folds of her pussy. "No, no!" she whimpered, shaking her head so that her wet haired sprayed water about. It felt large to her virgin flesh, and she steeled herself for the pain she knew was coming. Amy gasped, for instead of being painful, it felt impossibly good. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he pushed his finger in and out. "S-stop, please!!" she managed between stifled moans. Instead of stopping, he pushed deeper, and a wave of pleasure threatened to drive her insane. Amy screamed, arching her back helplessly as she struggled in his grip. He was carrying her downstairs now, his hand on her head to keep her from bumping against the ceiling, while his other hand continued to torment her. Amy felt her body tensing as the pleasure mounted.

Oh god, I'm going to . . . cum! she thought in horror. Please, not here, not in front of the guys!

 

[Lovelynice]

“Angie” Momoiro

Angie writhed and squirmed in her futile attempts to escape, but her body wasn't obeying her will. As Steve's manhood touched her outer pussy lips, she felt a quiver go through her inside, a tiny spasm like a mini-orgasm that made her gasp ut loud. His touch was tickling her and electric, she burned with need to get him inside as quickly as possible although at the same time wanting to get away. It was Angie's body that ruled her, and she found herself suddenly begging.

"Please....put it in...", she pleaded in a soft voice.

Then she remembered the firemen and her face burned hotly with shame, buit she couldn't help it. It was too much, and Angie felt as she was going out of her mind.

"Please do it...", even her pleading for sex was in small voice though her panting was loud in her ears.

Angie had struggled in vain to get her body to obey her, but with the exquisite touching of her nether folds, her resistance had crumbled. Angie felt completely vulnerable, but needed him too much to complain anymore. The firemen had only watched, they seemed to be placing bets from what Angie overheard.

The guy’s manhood slid into her embarrassingly easily, though it felt huge inside, it was her extreme wetness that helped the hard dick to slide inside. Then the young man started to thrust in and out, causing Amy to arch her back and raise her thighs, she was so desperate to have him deeper inside. Angie gasped as little tremors rippled through her, and between her thighs the wet slapping of skin on skin was a surprise that she’d never thought of before. The expected pain never occurred, though it was her very first time. Instead there were such intense feelings of being filled and it felt great.

If she’d known sex was this good, Angie doubted that she would’ve refused it for so long. The guy kept pounding into her, rather violently, sometimes painfully, but Angie wanted it, needed it, and felt as if she was close to an intolerable extreme edge that she’d never crossed before. Angie had never masturbated, it was bad, her mother had insisted. Instead when she’d felt too antsy, Angie had either gone out shopping, or practiced her martial arts fighting techniques (mostly the later).

So close, it was too much!

Then suddenly it came, and Angie felt taken away from herself, the pleasure so intense it was like being touched by God. All of her thoughts, all of her worries, were swept away as if she was in heaven. Everything else; the starry twinkling lights and streaks flying around the room, the weird glow that obscured everything like a mist, then the glimpses of fiery suns and planets covered with clouds, the bright splashes of colourful nebulae, the sensations of zipping through a vast galaxy of stars….none of it mattered.

 

[Veryknowing]

In the TV room downstairs

Two firemen were walking back through the TV room when one noticed the video setup.

"Great setup here", the George commented, "What do you think they were watching? Porn maybe?"

The other one, Spike, leaned down to study the big old style VCR.

"I ain't seen one of these before", Spike says, as he reaches out a hand and touches the ON button.

Amazingly, despite the water on the floor everywhere, the VCR started playing the Star Venturers tape just fine.

Sparks flew from the strange lightpoles at the corners of the room, even the one that had fallen down into the water. The balls of light swirled and twinkles of light filled the room and quickly filled the entire house, moving rapidly faster until in moments they were mere streaks. Thousands of bright streaks of light.

"Oh sheeeeit!", George yelled, "What the fuck's going on?!"

On the TV show, a voice said, "...two, one, ACTIVATE!"

Spike was just reaching out again to turn off the VCR, but was too late.

There was a moment of utter stillness, as if everything was caught in a moment of stopped time with startling clarity, every detail easily observed.

Then the four girls upstairs twinkled away with a glow and the glittering of golden sparkles like pixie dust -

- and were gone.

_____________________

Mike Stryker - the geek

It was the sudden noise of dozens of people exclaiming in surprise followed by panicked running that caught Mike's attention. He sat up in the ambulance and looked out the open doors to see his family's house wreathed in curving streaks of light that lit up the whole street. There was suddenly a loud rising hum, and a short whoosh sound - then suddenly it stopped. The house was fine, well, pretty much if you didn't count the new cracks in the wall and the water damage from the firehoses - but a cold knot of fear wound-up tightly in Mike's stomach.

"The CX-Drive! But it was turned off!", He exclaimed in quiet realisation and growing worry.

He saw a couple of elderly people and a middle-aged woman rush towards the house, only to be stopped by the police at the barriers.

"My granddaughter is in there!", the old man cried out, "I have to make sure she's okay? Did she get out? What was that? Was that an explosion?"

The equally confused police and firemen only shook their heads. Their wide eyes showing how stunned they were by the inexplicable.

Only one offered a guess.

"It looked like an electrical surge of some kind - sort of", he said, wiping sweat nervously from his brow, his eyes wide like saucers.

 

[Wolk]

Earth Steve

Steve took his sweet pleasure with the lucious, out of this world sexy body that came so luckily into his hands. He hungrily groped her big tits, moaning and groaning in excitement at their sheer size, the firmness and shape. He pulled and pinched Angie's nipples, rubbed his cock all over the outside of her pussy.

His lips formed an animal-like grin soon as she started begging for it; begging to be fucked by him right in front of her sexy naked girlfriends and Andy! It was surreal but Steve believed it and loved every moment of it all.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you so good!" He groaned, then bit at her breast. "The whole town will hear you scream under my cock, girl!"

His breathing was hard, ragged, excited more than ever before. Steve reached down and guided his cock into her narrow passage. He pushed ahead passionately, parting her hot, wet flesh and feeling it close to hug his member tightly.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He groaned and started moving.

Soon, Steve was humping the overly sexy girl under him with abandon, groaning and breathing heavily.

"Yeah! Yeah!" He groaned with each thrust. "You like that? Like a big cock in you?"

His eyes were lifted up in ecstatic pleasure when the tape downstairs was restarted, and so Steve stayed unaware that Angie, like the other three girls, started glowing under him. He just pumped faster and faster. It felt too good.

"I'm gonna..." He started and opened his eyes to look down at his gorgeous lay.

For a split second Steve saw her glowing face and a quick 'what the hell' ran through his mind. Then she disappeared, and he fell down, even more surprised. The sensitive head of his cock rubbed the carpet and that spike of rough stimulation was enough to push him over the edge. Groaning and sighing, Steve shot an abundant load of sticky white goo onto the carpet.

He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He had no idea what happened or why, nor would he care for another minute or so. Later he would probably decide he got too drunk and imagined things. After all, if he told anyone the truth, would they believe it?

 

[Veryknowing]

AFTER THE BIG CHANGE!

The starship Pathfinder

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The UNSS Pathfinder masses close to 48,000 tonnes, and is big enough that a newcomer could become easily lost if they wandered away from the main corridors. The starship is large enough that without it’s advanced automation and the use of robots and advanced androids, the starship would need a crew of close to a hundred human personnel to operate and maintain. The Bridge of the Pathfinder is distinguishable by it's huge diamondoid windows which allow the pilots and bridge officers a clear view of Space; they can be covered by armoured shutters in the event of extreme dangers or during battle.
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The starship’s main computer, the “brains of the ship”, is VICKIE. Vickie is a 5th Generation artificial intelligence, built by Nexus Computers Inc. , but greatly advanced over the old HAL 9000 series of AI super-computers that were in use during the 1990s. VICKIE stands for Vaginal Integrated Cybernetic Interface Electronics. At every crew seating position used by the female crew-members, there is a dildo-like “interface-device” and sonic erogenous zone stimulators (which aim intersecting beams of ultrasound at certain areas of the female body to stimulate arousal). When inserted, these “interface-devices” allow the ship’s computer, VICKIE, to connect to the female brain. To operate most efficiently in doing this, the VICKIE dildoes (“interface devices”) need to move in and out, vibrate, and do other very distracting things while the sonic stimulators “stimulate”. The basic concept is that by distracting the female conscious mind with pleasure, VICKIE can access and use the subconscious areas of the female brain. There are side-effects of course, with such direct access to the subconscious. Due to the subconscious psychic abilities of the female crew-members (see “Pink Angels” below), the VICKIE dildoes and sonic stimulators are influenced in what they do by the desires and imaginings of the human male crew-members.

This system has boosted the speed and capabilities of the Pathfinder, allowing the Chief Pilot to achieve incredible feats in acrobatic manoeuvring, the Weapons Officer to be extremely fast at target acquisition and disposal, and the Science Officer access to faster data retrieval and processing. The system allows the female Captain to rapidly access information from sensor scans, weapon’s section capabilities, and piloting avionics, and even from the Science Officer’s station to decide on tactics during battle.


Besides the main crew, there are;
34 Lemon Angel androids for general crew, 19 Stumpy tech-droids, 16 Redjack androids for general security and combat operations, 1 Exploration & Combat Robot.

Regular Passengers & extra personnel;
Usually upto 6 mission specialists & scientists. Can carry an additional 28 passengers in cold-sleep hibernation.


As part of the automation that makes it possible for the very small human (and near-human) crew to operate and maintain a large interstellar vessel like the Pathfinder there are the many robots and androids onboard. These range from small blocky maintenance robots a metre-tall to advanced androids who fill the roles of general crew; doing all the jobs that humans would otherwise have to perform, and appearing completely human.


Lemon Angels
The most commonly seen general crew on the starship are the Lemon Angels; these are beautiful femdroids (female androids), and seem completely human except for their shiny purple hair. Everything about them is so human-like, even their personalities, that it is impossible to tell the difference without the most advanced medical scanning equipment. It is the task of the Lemon Angels to feed, wash, and “maintain” the Pink Angel girls. “Maintaining the Pink Angels” means that the Lemon Angel femdroids will spend a lot of time and energy trying to keep the Pink Angel girls sexually stimulated, embarrassed, and very aroused. Part of the reason for this programmed requirement is to further disguise the Lemon Angels as being human, since normal humans are affected by the Pink Angel girls’ uncontrolled subconscious psychic broadcast to do the same thing. Lemon Angels have no body hair from their neck down, and are so human that they can show all the evidence of being sexually aroused (which is most of the time), and are anatomically perfect.
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UNIFORM: The Lemon Angels uniform consists of a very short silver miniskirt with belt, silver-mesh top, and silver boots with high heels. They do not wear any form of underwear. They may wear wigs to appear more human when undercover on a mission for disguising themselves.


Redjacks
The Redjack mandroids look like tough, muscular soldiers. They usually wear full-covering body-armour but remove their helmets when unneeded. They provide the main armed force for the sort of combat operations and security that would otherwise be performed by human soldiers. They’re extremely strong, very tough, but not quite as fast or as adaptable as a human. Their main advantage is that they can be repaired when damaged, and they aren’t too difficult to replace if destroyed. They appear completely human, including such anatomical details as having working male genitals of impressive size. Artificially intelligent, and with human personalities, Redjacks seem thoroughly human – they even perve on the female crew-members (both the “Pink Angels” and the femdroid Lemon Angels) when they get the chance. To assist in disguising the Redjacks as being human, the Redjacks behave as if they are also affected by the uncontrolled subconscious psychic broadcast of the “Pink Angels” female crew-members. When not in combat or on vital security duties, the Redjacks sometimes assist the Lemon Angel femdroids in trying to keep the “Pink Angel” girls sexually stimulated, embarrassed, and very aroused.
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Stumpy tech-droids
These tech-droids are cute 1-metre tall robots with a boxy-shape and two rubber-clawed feet. They also have a single small tool-arm that can be changed and refitted with a variety of power-tools and sex-toys stored within the robot. The Stumpies walk in a slow waddling fashion, but can go anywhere both inside and outside the starship, and can fix just about anything given the right programming. They can understand human speech, but can only answer in beeps of machine-code and signalling sounds. They are capable of learning, and surprisingly smart.
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HECTOR
Humanoid Exploration Cognitive Turing Operation Robot.
“Hector” is a powerful, heavily armoured bipedal robot with caterpillar tracks on his feet, and a solid barrel-shaped torso that can turn 360*degrees. He has FOUR retractable arms with claw-like hands, and a fifth retractable “arm” that is tentacle-like and fitted with a very large vibrating dildo. He was built to survive the harshest of hostile environments, and can operate independently. He is nearly sentient, but limited by his programming. “Hector” has inbuilt weaponry, arc-throwers to can zap a target to either stun or kill if necessary. His sensors and scanning gear make him extremely useful.


Pink Angels
The main female characters on the UNSS Pathfinder have been nicknamed the “Pink Angels” in reference to Captain Angelique Momoiro whose nickname is “Angel”.
They have all undergone the “Star Nymph” process, and are the first female starship crew to go through this new process to protect against one of the most lethal known dangers of CX-Space jumps. Their bodies are now over-the-top erotic with exaggerated sexual dimorphism; BIG breasts, tight waists, very long legs of lovely shape, and prominent asses. They can’t help standing tip-toe or walking or moving in a flirty, too erotic way. Their faces, their bodies, are as beautiful as a teenage guy’s wet-dream sexual fantasy girls. Even their voices are sweet, sexy, full of sensuality, and quite without having any real control they tend to use words that are loaded with unintentional innuendo (this should be quite a challenge for writing). They have no body-hair from their neck down to their toes, and their skin has no scars or calluses, but is always baby-smooth when healed from any injury. They *naturally* produce their own life-support forcefield which protects the girls when they go out into space, and in the hostile environments of alien planets. The air trapped within the life-support forcefield is recycled to allow continued breathing (due to a useful side-effect which breaks up CO2). However, while the forcefield protects against hard radiation, vacuum, poisons (filtering them out), micrometeorites, and weapon attacks, it allows any sexual contact of any kind to go right through it as if the forcefield wasn’t there – it can’t even be felt by the girls or anyone else touching them. The forcefield also keeps their heels high off the ground, and results in the balls and toes of their feet not quite touching any surface they are standing/walking upon, yet maintains a good grip on the surface. They’re always incredibly horny, FAR MORE than they would willingly tolerate, but they’re kept too embarrassed by conditioning to get used to it, or to do much about it on their own initiative – and worse still, their arousal and sexual need grows noticeably stronger from the moment they wake-up each day until the time they go to bed, and is gradually getting more intense each day as well. Their pussy-juice never dries on skin, and has a pleasant smell and delicious flavour. Their pussies are always over-lubricated to the extreme, making pussy-juice flow in a constant trickle that will drip onto the floors, and dribble down their inner thighs and calves all the way to their ankles and feet – and they can’t wipe it up or clean away any sexual fluids (cum, sperm, of whatever) that might fill their young cunts or cover them. They never dehydrate however, and there is much more pussy-juice produced than should physically be possible.

A side-effect of the “Star Nymph” process is an
uncontrolled subconscious psychic broadcast
that causes nearby humans to support and encourage the deep mental conditioning of the Pink Angel girls; basically, they are frequently molested and stimulated by others (with the intention of keeping the girls aroused and climaxing), and everyone thinks it’s very good that the girls are kept always naked. This psychic broadcast is extremely powerful, as it comes from the intensity of the girls’ mental conditioning, and influences the subconscious of sentient beings in those areas involved with sex. Repeated and long-term influence has more permanent effects.

A less well-known side-effect of the “Star Nymph” process is that the girls are extra psychically sensitive in a subconscious way to others desires and focus upon them. Whenever somebody is looking at the girls in an erotic way, the target girl feels the hot warmth of that look upon the part of her body being watched, and they are always well aware of these looks and where others are looking. Whenever someone fantasizes about doing erotic things to the girls, the target girl feels a shadow of the sensations as if the fantasies were really happening although they are unable to see exactly what those fantasies are. If multiple people are imagining a similar erotic fantasy, the sensations can become almost equal to the real thing. These sensations aren’t limited only to imagined touches, but can include anything from the sensation of invisible tongues, suckling on their nipples, sexual intercourse, upto the feeling of invisible vibrators and other sextoys. If somebody imagines wanting to pinch one of the girls, she will feel a shadow of the pinch as if it had really happened.

Like others who have undergone the “Star Nymph” process, the Pink Angels CAN’T wear clothing of any kind, not even shoes or jewellery. They are always completely naked and can do nothing to hide their nakedness – their deep conditioning emphasizes this by forcing them to keep their legs wide apart whenever seated or lying down, and unable to cover their breasts or pussy even with their own hands unless they are masturbating. Conditioning ensures that they NEVER get used to this, and the embarrassment has been rewired to make them hornier, and become embarrassed at being hornier. This embarrassment is further emphasized by everyone else continuing to wear clothing most of the time – even the Lemon Angel femdroids and Redjack mandroids.

VICKIE side-effects:
The UNSS Pathfinder AI known as “Vickie” with it’s full access to the “Pink Angel” girls subconscious has imposed deep mental conditioning and rules as well. Other starship female crews don’t have these rules; they are unique to the UNSS Pathfinder.

~ When sleeping, Pink Angels always sleep in very sexual positions and often can’t help masturbating while they sleep. They can’t sleep unless they climax at least once.
~ When bending over, Pink Angels must do so with their legs straight – no crouching or kneeling down instead.
~ Pink Angels can’t close their legs, but must keep their thighs obscenely wide-apart whenever they are sitting, kneeling, or lying-down.
~ Whenever a Pink Angel tries to cover her pussy with her hands, she will instead masturbate (by playing with her pussy & finger-fucking herself). Trying to stop is a difficult act of will, and whichever hand is doing the work will always have far more skill than the girls can consciously control at other times.
~ Whenever they’re thoughtful or fidgety, Pink Angels have the unconscious habit of masturbating. Trying to stop is a difficult act of will, and whichever hand is doing the work will always have far more skill than the girls can consciously control at other times.
~ Pink Angels can’t resist any sexual molestation by others once skin contact is made, and they may not try to stop anyone from touching any sexual part of their body.
~ Despite the above rule about physical contact, Pink Angels can complain and vocally try to resist, refuse, or avoid such contact, but never forcefully or with a voice above a whimper. They must move in such a way as if wanting to resist, wriggling about etc…but can never break the actual physical contact on their own initiative.
~ Pink Angels are restricted by their mind-control conditioning from being able to talk to any normal human in a direct manner about the problems of being a Pink Angel. They can only discuss such problems with others of the Pink Angels, the various androids, and robots – but not while in hearing of a normal human.
~ They also subconsciously broadcast other erotic things that they are unaware of – this was initially part of an experiment by Vickie, but the AI has been fine-tuning the mental conditioning influence since then.


Skills and related abilities:
The “Pink Angel” girls have all the skills as if they really were the former female crew-members assigned to UNSS Pathfinder – but they don’t consciously know this, or are unaware that they have these skills. They don’t have most of the associated memories of the former female crew-members, so don’t remember the training or how they attained these skills. They really don't know that they can do something until they try it for the first time, and sometimes they'll guess wrong (oops! Looks like you really can't operate a V69 rocket-scooter afterall....)




NOTE about the male crew-members:
Since the Star Venturers TV series likely missed some vital little details, and this thread is set in the “real” Star Venturers universe, you may want to add to, or modify your crew-member characters a little bit before posting further – not changing them drastically however. Just to say, “The TV series got it wrong”.

 

[Veryknowing]

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Lieutenant Commander Michael J. Stryker

There was that super clarity and moment of absolute stillness so calm and shockingly clear that it almost hurt the eyes. There was also a kind of hot, invisible, not quite glare that irritated, a flash of light never quite remembered – then normality returned; the sounds of the air circulating vents, the beeps and tones of the stylish curved and large bridge consoles, the shuffling of feet,

- And the soft sounds of the female officers being fucked by the VICKIE dildoes built into their seats.

Quite unnecessarily, but nevertheless reassuring, the starship’s AI computer announced;
“FTL jump through CX-Space successfully completed within acceptable safety margins. We have arrived at the Delta 1731 star system, 121 A.U. from the main star.”

“Thank you Vickie”, Mick said to the starship’s artificial intelligence, “Anything else to tell us about the neighbourhood that we ought to know?”

While asking this, he glanced around at the delightfully naked female officers on the bridge and noticed that their lovely captain was still shuddering a little in the last throes of orgasm. The VICKIE dildo was thrusting away and humming as usual in her wet cunt, between her (goddamn so erotic) smooth thighs. Mick had one helluva hardon growing just watching her. Then Mick looked around at the other female officers and admired the view.

He thanked God everyday that he’d been assigned to this ship.

Vickie’s sensuous feminine voice interrupted his dreamy thoughts –

“Preliminary scans completed. As suspected by the astronomers back home, this star does have a habitable world with oxygen-nitrogen reducing atmosphere, and plentiful water…it is an ocean planet with 98% of the surface covered by water with many island chains. The planet has a small irregular moon. In the outer system are two gasgiants as expected.”

Mick nodded.

So far, so good, he thought as he shifted in his high backed chair and studied the console in front of him. The deep radar was picking up a blip, about 1.5 million klicks away. Mick made some adjustments as he heard the captain doing her usual “Where am I?” routine. She always did that until she got it together. Just one of the problems with dealing with travel faster-than-light. At least it was perfectly safe for the female officers onboard, the “Pink Angels” as they were nicknamed in reference to Captain Angel Momoiro; they’d all undergone the transformations of the Star Nymph process – the first and so far only female starship crew that had done so – the rest of us have to rely on a drug implant that was supposed to be safe. Unfortunately, or fortunately, only women could go through the Star Nymph process. Maybe it was better that way. He thoughtfully patted down his slightly wrinkled blue polished cotton uniform jacket and trousers.

Mick then turned to look at Captain Momoiro, and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Captain, we have detected a Fumbori trader-starship five light-seconds away. They are hailing us.”

 

[Wolk]

Dr. Steven Jameson

The transition from FTL travel never went smoothly, but over several jumps, Steven learned to manage it to some extent. Now, too, he laid on the bed in his quarters for a while with his eyes closed, concentrating on reclaiming his body.

Finally he managed to stand up, stretch. After a number of simple physical exercises, Steven felt like new. He took a quick shower, put on light pants and a short sleeve shirt that constituted his uniform, and ventured out to the bridge.

“Captain, we have detected a Fumbori trader-starship five light-seconds away. They are hailing us.”

The first thing Steven's eyes were drawn to, of course, were the female crewmembers in their 'special' chairs. They were exaggerated sexy, naked, wet, with a dildo inside each of them, yet craving more, it seemed. As much of a distracting side effect the CX engine had on females, having females such as they were had a distracting effect on all warm-blooded males as well! Come to think of it, it had been some time since Steven had sex with any of them. Perhaps that'll need to be fixed. None of them could refuse, he knew. And it made them feel good as well.

Later. He forced himself to think. First they needed to sort out these Fumbori 'fishmen'. Steven had a few things to say on the Fumbori, but none where very important at the moment, so he stayed quiet, allowing those with more applicable expertiese to advice the Captain.

 

[Lovelynice]

“Angie” Momoiro

As Angie came down from the high, basking in the afterglow, she slowly noticed that she was no longer lying down but was now in a seated position in a well-padded high-backed chair with a wide seat. She could feel a thick cock, very big and stretching her, sliding in and out slowly, as well it vibrated in a yummy way that tickled and kept her on a delightfully distracting edge. There was nobody lying on top of her, so Angie wondered where the guy had gone.

Is that a cock in my pussy?

Keeping her eyes closed, Angie listened to beeps and mysterious tones that sounded as if they were coming from all around her. The air was cool, and her nipples tingled as if something was vibrating on them too, although she could feel the air blowing softly from a vent above her. Angie could hear unfamiliar voices talking in words that weren’t easily understood. They sounded technical or scientific, but Angie had only ever heard people talk like that on TV or in movies, usually science-fiction ones that she wasn’t really interested in.

Angie at last opened her eyes and saw a tough, muscular young man in a cream-coloured uniform staring at her. His hair was cut short in military style, and he was a few years older than her, but he looked eerily familiar. He had a bronzed tag and a few medals as well as some kind of rank insignia on the left side of his top.

The name said; Lt.Cmdr. M. Stryker

His voice was serious as he spoke in Angie’s direction, “Captain, we have detected a Fumbori trader-starship five light-seconds away. They are hailing us.”

Angie glanced around then thinking that this military officer was talking to someone behind her, but everyone else in the big room seemed to be waiting for HER to answer. There were some other young men too, all uniformed in a similar style. There were control panels everywhere, and lots of video screens. One screen was huge and covered almost an entire wall directly opposite from where Angie was sitting. Then Angie noticed that three of the other girls in the room were naked. Utterly naked. They were seated on chairs with their thighs spread far apart and seemed kind of zoned out but starting to become aware. Apart from the naked girls, the few other women in the room were fully dressed in uniforms consisting of very short silver miniskirts and silver tops, and wearing high-heeled silver boots. All of the uniformed girls had purple hair. Since the girls with purple hair were fully clothed they made the other naked girls more obvious in their complete nudity.

Angie recognised all three of the naked girls; there was was her friend, Amy, and Amy's other friend, Marianne, and the chinese girl from London, Mei.

Then Angie finally glanced down at herself and saw the huge curves of her oversized breasts, nipples standing to attention, and she finally realised that she was naked too….like she always would be. Desperately Angie wanted to close her legs, or at least cover herself, but her body refused to obey her. When she put her hands up to cover her breasts, her hands began idly playing with and pinching her too sensitive nipples instead. Gasping in surprise, and blushing all over, Angie moaned a little. The horny need was returning fast. She wanted to flee, but even standing up was difficult, as if she wasn't allowed to pull away from the dildo in her pussy until it had finished.

“Um…where am…”, started to ask, then Angie looked at her friends again before continuing, “Where…are we?”

I have no idea what’s happening, but this has to be a dream...there’s no way this could all be real, Angie thought with a tinge of fear that had problems trying to get past the lusty sensations.

Between her thighs, the dildo continued to work itself in and out in the most lascivious manner, vibrating all the while. Angie had understood by then that it was part of the chair that she was sitting on. It was humiliating, and the others kept watching her.

 

[Iced_Cherry]

Mei Lau

Mei slowly awoke from the most mind bending, mind shattering orgasm that she could ever remember having, and wondered where she was. She could remember the panicked running from the bedroom when the firehoses flooded everything, and then being tackled or grabbed by one of the young men from the party. He groped her everywhere, and drove her crazy because theough she'd struggled, and hadn't been holding her really, it had still been impossible for her to get away from him.

Now, as she opened her eyes and looked around Mei thought that she must be dreaming because the place looked like a science fiction movie set. There were panels and consoles covered with glowing buttons and switches, a huge screen with stars on it, and lots of TVs above control panels everywhere with weird patterns and colour graphs on them. Mei also found that she was seated on a sex-machine kind of chair with a vibrating dildo slowly moving inside her. Her legs were spread crazily wide, obscenely wide, and she was completely naked.

She tried to stand up then, but couldn't move away from the dildo that was fucking her, as if she wasn't allowed to get up until it had stopped and moved out on it's own. It felt very nice inside, but was incredibly distracting and the wet noises of it's movement and the hum was quite embarrassing. In front of her was a control of some kind, with little video screens and lots of buttons. The labels on the controls on the screens sounded like the names for science fiction weapons; laser lances, missiles, plasma guns, and others.

Then Mei looked around again and began to panic. There were other people in the room too, and they wore clothes. There were men and women who were dressed, in uniforms. She saw that there were three other naked girls too; Amy and Marianne and Angie from the party. One of the other girls was sitting in what looked like a captain's chair, except that she had a big dildo in her chair fucking her too.

“Captain, we have detected a Fumbori trader-starship five light-seconds away. They are hailing us.”, said one of the men to the half-japanese girl sitting in the captain's chair.

It suddenly clicked then to Mei that the men and, well, just about everyone else from around here, thought that Angie was the captain. That's how they were acting, although in a really perverse way because they were also admiring her nakedness and leering without any inhibitions at all.


“Um…where am…”,asked the naked girl, Angie, who was sitting in the captain's chair, “Where…are we?”

Mei would've liked an answer to that question too. When she looked around, it seemed as if she was on a spaceship, but that couldn't be true - could it???

 

[Tanuki]

Amy was caught in a dream state that she was unable to escape. She was lying somewhere, reclined, her arms and legs unrestrained, yet strangely unable to move, to defend herself. And she needed to defend herself, for she was surrounded by several men, who were clothed, while she was naked. The men were touching her, in terribly sensitive places, as she moaned and writhed helpless to stop them. She couldn't see them -her eyes were closed tightly - yet she could hear them, and feel their hands and mouths on her body. She begged them . . . not to stop, but to give her what she wanted, but they only laughed, and teased her body mercilessly, as she choked and moaned softly. Their voices . . . they sounded so familiar . . . and then she screamed. They weren't strange men . . . they were her brother's friends . . . Steve, Andy, that other guy . . . and Mike himself. Amy was horrified, the wet, warm dream was turning into a nightmare. She willed her body to refuse their touches, yet it made no difference, they controlled her body and soul. She strained, panting, if she could only open her eyes . . . it might stop . . . .

Amy came to slowly, to the soft sounds of female voices in the throes of passion, mixed with strange beeping and whirring noises. Her eyes popped open, expecting to see her brother and his friends surrounding her . . . but there was nothing. Nothing but . . . a sea of colored lights, panels and buttons. A spaceship! thought Amy immediately. She'd read and watched enough sci-fi to know what she was seeing.

"Ohh!" she gasped, as her body came alive. "Oh god, I'm naked again!!" she murmured, looking down to see what was the cause of the overwhelming sensations of heat and desire coming from her center. "What is that?" she moaned softly, instinctively wanting to be quiet.

A familiar voice distracted her, “Captain, we have detected a Fumbori trader-starship five light-seconds away. They are hailing us.”

Mike? thought Amy, turning to try to see the source of the familiar voice. But she was unable to see behind her, for she was strapped into a chair. A pilot's chair, she realized, like from a jet fighter plane. She looked down at her hands. Her right hand was grasping a skin-colored control stick . . . only it was warm . . . and throbbing slightly. "Ewww!" said Amy, releasing it as if shocked by electricity. Her left hand held another one, only this one was horizontal, sticking out from the left side of her chair. She let go of that one too.

As she let go of the strange sticks, the sensations coming from her pussy increased suddenly, and she cried out. Amy couldn't see down there, because there was a horizontal panel of lights and buttons stretched across her lap - she could only see her knees sticking up past the panel. Her legs were spread wide, and her knees were quivering, but worst of all . . . she could feel something inside her, slowly moving in and out, and vibrating softly and exquisitely. She shivered at the pleasure she was feeling over every inch of her body.

“Um…where am…”, she heard a female voice say behind her, “Where…are we?”

"Hello?" said Amy, her voice sounding strained and too high pitched to her ears. "Can . . . can someone help me, please?" she shouted, as she struggled with the straps that crossed her chest and held her in the chair. The straps didn't even cover her bare breasts, she noticed, marveling at the size of her own mounds, and swelling of her sensitive nipples, that seemed to be pointing toward something in front of her . . .

"Ohh, wowww!!" cried Amy, as she finally saw the enormous viewscreen in front of her. "We're in space, look at the stars!!"

 

[Drinking Cap]

Trey/Trent

Trey had been on the couch, mellowly enjoying the bubbles, light show, naked girls and fire that were fairly regular aspects of him getting baked. Throughout much of the chaos he'd simply been sitting on the couch and staring at the wall or talking to his friend, the houseplant. It wasn't until he heard a piercing sound cut through the madness that he'd been jolted from his pleasant, drug induced euphoria.

The sound was a police siren. As soon as Trey heard the distinctive wailing he bolted to the nearest window and looked outside to see that, in addition to fire trucks, there were now several police cars at the scene.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" Trey said, a scene of terror unfolding in his mind. He had dealer weight on him. Being caught with this much weed would mean jail time. His head, though still foggy, snapped to work. He quickly snatched a hold of his backback and ran into the basement of the house. Trey quickly bolted towards the Stryker's second bathroom and kneeled by the toilet. He reached into his bag and produced the large bag of weed.

"I'm sorry I never got to smoke you guys." Trey said sadly as he began tipping the weed bag towards the toilet. The bag tipped closer and closer towards it, the first bud teetering on the edge of the bag.

"Gahhh!" Trey screamed as he pulled the bag back "I can't do it. Weed this good needs to be enjoyed"

Trey looked down at the bag of weed. It was a lot of stuff and it was pretty powerful but Trey didn't care. He reached down into the bag, took a handfull of buds and popped them into his mouth, chewing on the leafy drug.

10 minutes later

Trey, much to his surprise had managed to eat nearly half the bag of weed. He felt sick to his stomach, his head was spinning and he was almost certain that Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem were playing one of their greatest hits in the sink but he was close to disposing of all the evidence.

Almost without warning, Trey's high seemed to kick into overdrive. The world of the Stryker's bathroom was replaced by swirling lights and distant sounds. Trey tried staggering to his feet but wasn't even sure if there was a floor. The bathroom looked ethereal and far from solid. Trey stumbled towards what he thought was the bathtub before sitting back down. He reached out for the shower controls and began to numbly feel a cool stream of water cascading down his face. He huddled in the spinning, flashing room and did his best to calm down.

"Who could have thought eating half an ounce of pot would backfire?" He managed to mouth before the kaleidoscope like world flickered and flashed and, finally, blacked out.

[After the Change

"Dr. Blake?"

A sweet feminine voice was speaking

"Dr. Blake?"

It spoke again.

Dr. Trent Blake rose his head from his desk to stare into the eyes of one of the Lemdroids. It took him a second to collect his thoughts and remember who he was and where he was.

He was Dr. Trent Blake, Medical Officer and Xenobiologist for the UNS Pathfinder. It appeared as though he was in the Medical Bay.

"What's going on?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"You requested me to wake you up if we received any messages from the bridge, Doctor." The pretty purple-haired android said in a sweet, cheerful tone. That had a ring of familiarity to Trent. He'd been working nearly twenty-four hours straight when he'd tried to catch an hour or two of sleep.

"And we got a message from the Bridge?" Trent said, standing up wearily

"Yes, sir" The droid nodded "Apparently we're being hailed by a Fumbori vessel."

"Thanks, then" Trent said. The droid nodded and made her way from Trent's office. Trent stood up. He looked into the reflective surface that his desk was made of and, being convinced that he looked his usual clean-cut, athletic self he quickly left the Medical bay and made his way towards the bridge.

On the bridge, everything seemed normal. Everyone was at their stations and things seemed to be proceeding as they always did. Mei, Amy, Marianne and the Captain were all at their stations, moaning and gasping as the peculiar ship did it's work on them. Trent couldn't help but feel aroused as he looked towards the Captain. That smooth, flawless skin, those large, perfect breasts, that beautiful body. Trent mentally made a note to schedule another physical for the Captain and his cock twitched at the thought of her last physical.

 

[Veryknowing]

Lieutenant Commander Michael J. Stryker

“Um…where am…”,asked the beautiful and naked female Captain, “Where…are we?”

The XO of the UNSS Pathfinder was about to answer her with a prepared review of the mission when the Chief Pilot still strapped down in her control chair started yelling in a high voice.

"Hello?...Can...can someone help me, please?", then suddenly stopped and gasped out loud, "Ohh, wowww!!...We're in space, look at the stars!!"

Confused and taken aback by the pilot's odd behaviour, Mick stopped and looked back at the beautiful busty young woman (well, they all were really). He half wondered whether to call the Ship's Doctor onto the bridge to check Lieutenant Amy Yoo, but fortunately didn't have to; Dr Trent Blake had just then arrived on the bridge.

"Oh...good timing, Doctor", Mick said in greeting, "Could you give Amy a check up first? She's acting...well...I guess the jump wasn't as easy as it seemed."

Mick nodded, at Trent's nod, and then turned back to the Captain.

"Sorry, Captain", Mick said to her, "Okay, we've arrived in the Delta 1731 star system approximately 150 light years from Sol as per mission orders, to investigate the potential habitability of a vaguely Earth-like planet that was detected by astronomers back home. Turns out the planet is covered almost entirely by ocean except for some islands, but the atmosphere is breathable. Good chance that there's already somebody living there, but still it might be good for colonization or contacting the local civilization. Just a couple of minutes ago a Fumbori starship turned up and has been hailing us. I guess they want to sell us something, as the Fumbori are usually traders. What are your orders, Captain?"

 

[Lovelynice]

“Angie” Momoiro

Angie was slowly starting to comprehend the reality of where she was as it not only felt incredibly REAL, but also her friends were here too. When her friend, Amy, started to yell, then suddenly gasped out that they were in space, Angie began to believe it too. It slowly sunk in that the huge screen that covered the wall directly opposite her wasn’t a big TV at all; it was a giant window and there really were stars and Space outside. As the realisation sunk in, so did the dildo that began moving faster and going deeper.

“Uh…”, Angie whimpered softly, “Too much…why…”

Embarrassed, she took in her situation. She was naked. Completely naked. Always would be naked, and could NEVER wear any clothes...not ever! She was sitting on a captain’s chair that didn’t have any sides to it, just raised armrests with no controls on them. Her legs were spread obscenely wide and there was nothing she could do to close them. There was no control panel in front of her, and nothing to hide her pussy or any other part of her body from the view of everyone on the bridge who wanted to look at her. And she was needing sex…or something…like mad!

She whimpered again. That dildo in the chair was sooooo distracting! She wished that it would stop, give her break, let her go.

She was surprised that she hadn’t started crying or panicking. Maybe it was because she was so…oh God…too hot and needing it…and that dildo was driving her nutty. It seemed to know exactly how to move without moving fast.

"Sorry, Captain", the man in front of her said, "Okay, we've arrived in the Delta 1731 star system approximately 150 light years from Sol as per mission orders, to investigate the potential habitability of a vaguely Earth-like planet that was detected by astronomers back home. Turns out the planet is covered almost entirely by ocean except for some islands, but the atmosphere is breathable. Good chance that there's already somebody living there, but still it might be good for colonization or contacting the local civilization. Just a couple of minutes ago a Fumbori starship turned up and has been hailing us. I guess they want to sell us something, as the Fumbori are usually traders. What are your orders, Captain?"

“Um…so I’m the captain? Oh…”, Angie struggled to reply, “Uh….oh….okay….That’s right, I’m the captain…”

Angie blushed, as it was so obvious how much the chair was affecting her.

Get it together!, she told herself, They think I’m the captain…well, maybe I am…and I’ve lost my memory or something? How did we get onto a spaceship?

She tried again, and said, “Answer the alien fungoids or whatever they’re called…Let’s have a chat…Maybe they can give us a good deal about that…um….oh…that watery…um…wet….planet... that you mentioned.”

Angie whimpered and squirmed in the chair, as the dildo started wiggling inside. It moved in some very …interesting… ways. As if it could bend and turn around. She bit her lower lip trying not to cry out. It was really too much.

Why did someone make a chair like this anyway, and how did she become a captain of a starship? , Angie wondered, What year was it? The others looked the same…really too sexy….

The sloshing and slurping of the dildo fucking her got louder as it suddenly began driving into her, literally fucking Angie wildly as if it was trying to stop her from thinking too much. Angie moaned out loud wishing that she could pull away from it, but enjoying it too much as well. She blushed hotly as the other people in the room looked at her.

The captain’s chair seemed to have been designed to put her being fucked on open display. She clutched at the thin armrests as the dildo pounded into her wet pussy. Angie panted fast and heavily, then the damned dildo slowed down before letting her climax! It continued to fuck her slowly again after that…keeping her on edge…but Angie couldn’t help thrusting her pelvis forward to meet each slow thrust.

Even the smell of Angie's own wet arousal was exciting to her.

 

[MaidenHeart]

Marianne Serurier

Marianne dreamed of stars and flying, a wonderful rainbow of lights and an awe inspiring vista of the galaxy, then she felt herself being touched, probed, prodded by strange hands with shadowy men all around her. She was tied up and restrained in a chair with a high back, and no sides, her knees so far apart as to be pointing in almost completely opposite directions while a huge man forced his gigantic phallus into her from somewhere. Hands groped her breasts, pinched her nipples, and the shadowy audience of men looked and leered. She moaned and writhed, trying in vain to escape, accidentally bumping her knee painfully against a hard surface. The pain woke her up and Marianne gasped to find that some of the dream was real.

She seated in a strange chair with an unseen phallus in her pussy, throbbing and moving in and out with wet noises of sex and the humming of machines. Not all the wet noises were from her, but from others in the big room. A room where the walls were covered with twinkling coloured lights, controls, dials, and video monitors. Her breasts were two huge mounds on her chest that made it diffucult to see past them at her legs, but there was wide control panel with many monitors and a split PC-style keyboard in front of her. She was naked with not a scrap of clothing on, and she wasn't alone.

Marianne looked around then and recognised naked, beautiful ,and very busty Amy sitting in something like a pilot's seat controls around her. Amy's seat was up close to a huge - window - and there - were - stars, thousands, millions, of stars outside!

Marianne moaned a little as the device doing things between her splayed thighs continued to move and never stopped. She couldn't help panting with excitement and enjoying it, but then wanted to hide when she saw there were men in the room too, and women who wore silvery uniforms with daringly short skirts. Marianne tried to get out of the chair, but wasn't able to, and when she moved her hands to cover her breasts, her hands fondled and groped them instead.

"Where..." she was about to ask before noticing that one of the men was already answering that question. The answer made no sense to her, and she looked at who the man was talking to and was surprised to see it was Amy's other friend, the seemingly tough but now incredibly luscious and sexy Russian-Japanese girl. What was her name again? Marianne couldn't remember just then, as her thoughts were taken away by the naked girl's beautiful face and heavenly body.

Wow, that girl looked hot!

Marianne blushed at her own desire for the naked girl who sat in the captain's chair with her legs spread so far apart and openly being screwed by a huge dildo that looked a lot like a man's penis in both colour and texture. Marianne felt her quim shudder inside at the sight.

The naked captain - "Angie", Marianne suddenly remembered the girl's name - spoke in a high cute voice broken with sexy panting, “Answer the alien fungoids or whatever they’re called…Let’s have a chat…Maybe they can give us a good deal about that…um….oh…that watery…um…wet….planet... that you mentioned.”

"They're called fumbori", Marianne corrected her, wanting so show off that she was paying attention and not as dumb as people usually thought she was.

She decided to play along with the game, whatever it was, and she added for fun, "And yes, you are the captain".

Marianne giggled, feeling unaccountably silly.

"Do you, huh, have any orders for me Captain?", Marianne asked.

 

[Veryknowing]

Lieutenant Commander Michael J. Stryker

“Answer the alien fungoids or whatever they’re called…Let’s have a chat…Maybe they can give us a good deal about that…um….oh…that watery…um…wet….planet... that you mentioned.”, the captain had said in her cute way.

Her voice alone would've given any man a hard time, Mick thought.

"They're called fumbori....And yes, you are the captain", he heard the Science Officer, Anne-Marie add in unusually good humour.

Mick glanced at her in surprise, but then smiled and shook his head.

"Yes, captain", Mick said, "Putting them through. Vickie, translate please."

He went to his own control console and switched through the communications with the Fumbori trader-starship. A large video-screen slid down from the ceiling, but didn't quite obstruct the view ahead. As soon as it was fully extended from the high ceiling, it switched on.

On the screen, a huge green monstrosity appeared, looking vaguely like a cross between a frog and a dinosaur, but fat as well. It had large saucer-like eyes, and opened it's mouth briefly to slide out a very long tongue the licked it's lips all around. It was wearing a silvery-scaled full-covering suit with a few large bulky devices on it's belt. There was a spray of water momentarily on it's skin.

"Hail to you visitors to our humble region of space, I am captain Gurgolonix. What brings Del-Loi people this far from your homeworlds?", said the rumbling wet-sounding voice of the creature, "Are you interested in trade? Perhaps we have something you have need of?"

 

[Wolk]

Steve

It took a conscious effort for Steve to tear his eyes away from the gorgeous crew members, naked and perfect in their highly erotic chairs. He knew they were designed for practical purposes, and yet they were a highly arousing sight; much like a police uniform designed for practical purposes was arousing, only on a much more grand a scale.

He very much wanted to 'help', when it was requested. He would take the lovely, naked, distressed woman and carry her to his bunk. There, he could make her feel better, by whichever means necessary. Steve grinned at his own thoughts.

But he knew he had to stop. He had a duty to do. The Captain chose to take up the aliens' hail. Now, Steve's job as a Xenotech was to observe the exchange carefully, but not be seen himself, and offer the Captain any immediate advice he can. Later he would analyze the recording of this exchange until its worn out, trying again and again to extract clues about the other races that might one day give the ship or humanity as a whole an extra edge.

He left the room and took up position at the nearest secure terminal. With interest, Steve began watching the transmission and typing textual messages for the Captain. They were simpler than holos or even voice, and able to communicate less, but at the same time required less attention and could stay on Captain's private screen for a while. Most of her focus, after all, needed to be on the aliens.

Captain, a reminder with your permission.

The Fumbori are an ancient aquatic race of traders. They have been traveling space for millenia, but have yet to invent any FTL drives.

I speculate this ship has been in isolation from the rest of the race for hundreds, possibly thousands of years. They likely do not know anything about humans, including of our existance. They have mistaken us for another ancient race with FTL capability.

Unfortunately, for this prolonged isolation of their ships, it is very difficult to draw paralels with other ships and members of their race. This particular ship can have almost any imaginable combination of technology, depending on how their trading went over the course of the trip.

As he typed those words, they appeared on Angie's screen: unobstructive, but present for reference.

 

[Tanuki]

Amy Stryker

"Oh...good timing, Doctor", said the voice, "Could you give Amy a check up first? She's acting...well...I guess the jump wasn't as easy as it seemed."

It was Mike, Amy was sure of it now. Only deeper . . . more mature. Sexier. Amy wiped that thought from her mind, it was definitely not her geeky brother.

"Okay, we've arrived in the Delta 1731 star system approximately 150 light years from Sol as per mission orders, to investigate the potential habitability . . ." droned on the voice. Now it sounded more like Mike, she thought. Amy strained in her chair; with much effort, she was able to see around the side bolsters of her chair, and the sight of what was behind her made her jaw drop.

"Angie? Marianne? Mike!!" she gasped in a low voice. Then she saw another familiar face looking at her, and she quickly ducked back out of view, to try to take in what she'd seen. The last face had been that jerk Steve, only, he looked different . . . more mature, handsome . . . sexy. Amy shook her head. Everyone was there, but they were all different. And they were flying a spaceship. In fact she herself was the pilot, Amy realized, glancing down at the strangely familiar controls. Yaw, pitch, roll, thrust . . . she recognized the readouts. Where are we? Dummy, you're dreaming! Realizing it was dream, Amy felt great relief, for now she could just enjoy it, knowing she would wake up soon.

Which brought her mind back to her own arousal, which returned full force as soon as her mind stopped concentrating. Amy moaned, her body spasming from the strange thing that was slowly and teasingly moving in and out of her. It felt so good, that she decided to lay back and enjoy it for a second . . .

A screen appeared up and to her right suddenly, filled by the huge face of a green, gross, frog thing from hell.

"Hail to you visitors to our humble region of space, I am captain Gurgolonix. What brings Del-Loi people this far from your homeworlds?", said the rumbling wet-sounding voice of the creature, "Are you interested in trade? Perhaps we have something you have need of?"

"Oh my God! What is that thing?" shouted Amy, looking in horror at the creature. Her hands reflexively grabbing the two strangely shaped control sticks on either side of her chair. There was a rumble as the ship's engines began to accelerate, and the stars began to spin slowly to the right. Instinctively, Amy realized she had put the ship into a roll, and she moved the stick in her right hand. The stars stopped moving. She pulled back with her left hand, and the rumble of the engines stopped.

"Whoo, I'm flying!" shouted Amy. She moved the sticks again, putting the ship into a fast diving roll. "Wheee!!" she screamed in delight. Then the thing between her legs came alive. "Ohh!" she moaned, feeling the warm dildo increase its teasing pace. She stiffened, her back arching to the intense pleasure. The ship began to vibrate as her hands trembled on the controls. Then the dildo slowed down, and she regained a bit of control, still panting heavily. The faster the ship moved, the more intense the pace of the dildo that teased her. She'd have to remember that.

 

[Lovelynice]

“Angie” Momoiro

The big green monster frog-thing reminded Angie of an old horror movie, and she found it hard to take it seriously. She kept thinking that it was a really a guy in rubber suit or just movie special effects. When it talked, sounding as if it was gargling and drowning at the same time, Angie took a moment to understand that it was talking. For some reason, she expected it to sound like one of those aliens from Star Wars. It didn't quite.

Amy's voice screaming "Oh my God! What is that thing?" surprised Angie because nothing quite seemed real to her yet.

The text message that came up on a little tiny TV screen on Angie's right surprised her, almost seeming to be useful. Like the background stuff that would pop-up in a PC roleplaying game. She had no idea what it all meant, because at that moment everything started turning over, and things began tumbling around the deck.

The ship was spinning in barrel rolls as Amy apparently was the pilot and decided to have fun.

"Amy!", Angie yelled, "Stop that! You're making everyone fall over!", as somebody went rolling past her and clutched at her ankle painfully.

"Yeoow!!!", she cried, "Amy! Stop it!"

Then an idea occurred to her that sounded right, "Um...computer? Disable manual pilot control!", Angie shouted.

It was a line from a sci-fi TV show, but Angie had no idea if it really worked.

 

[Veryknowing]

Lieutenant Commander Michael J. Stryker

Mick swore as he was tossed around like a ragdoll as the pilot seemed to go crazy with some kind of space-madness. He grabbed hold off a stanchion but lost his grip moments later, then grabbed tight onto a railing. He heard the Captain shouting for the pilot to stop, but it was no use; it seemed Amy had lost it.

"Um...computer? Disable manual pilot control!", the naked female Captain shouted.

The ship's computer wasn't quite as cooperative as Mick hd been hoping.

Vickie replied, "Sorry Captain, please call me Vickie. I am unable to comply with your order as the pilot is flying the ship in gestalt mode, which is neither manual nor automatic control. Do you wish me to unplug the female crew members, and activate automatic pilot control?"

If Mick had been able to spare a hand to do it, right that moment he would've been rubbing slapping his forehead in an expression of frustration at the literal mindedness of AIs.

The Fumbori starship captain on the video screen appeared to be watching the action with some amusement. He had his tongue out and eyes wide in the typical Fumbori manner of laughter. Mick guessed that by the way that tongue was waving about, that the Fumbori captain thought it was the funniest thing he'd seen in years.

"Oh great", Mick muttered, "I bet he's recording every bit of this and plans to sell it around the galaxy. We'll never live it down in any starport from here to the Clouds of Magellan!"