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Well… first things first, you are not going to sleep with the girls when they look only average. You snap your finger and immediately the four girls start to glow. They jerk and struggle and look concerned for a bit, but a moment later the glowing disappears. What is left behind are the four girl’s idealized forms. They have average but perfect tits, perfectly rounded asses, and perfect tanned skin.

Of course, you did make one distinct change. You wanted to be able to tell the difference between the four girls easier, so you changed their hair color. One girl has bright blue hair, the next is bright green, then yellow, and finally purple. None of these hair colors are natural, even in this world the hair didn’t seem to go outside the standards of brown, black, red, and blonde.

This change in color went all the way below. With a little more magic, you now had four identical girls naked and bent over in front of you, a brightly colorful patch of hair on top of their snatches, a rainbow of pussy spread out before you, if you will.

In Color

The girls are making noises and staring at each other in surprise. It is tough to tell if the girls are happy or angry by the changes. They tend to swear a lot and unlike the refined girls you have added to your harem so far, they have rough tongues.

“Oi… fuck is this then?”

“Well shit, Dinah, you have purple hair!”

“Purple? Daisy, your hair is green!”

“What is Minnie’s hair, tell her, tell her!”

“Yellow!”

“Fuck! I hate yellow!”

You frown as the girl’s chat, apparently having forgotten their precarious position on all fours and tied up in front of you. Having enough of their silly conversation, you snap your fingers again and give each of them an orgasm.

“Ah… oh…. Fuck… yeah!” The blue hair one cries out.

“Ah… ah… ah… I’m cumming!” the green one adds.

You could see womanly juices leaking out from their pussies, now engorged and slick with excitement. That is certainly an improvement, but their mouths could still use some work.

“Hey, didn’t you guys hear me already, I said you needed to pleasure me!” You demand.

“And who the hell are you!” shouts one of the girls.

“Fuck you!” shouts another.

You make their voices so they can no longer use them, then start massaging your temples in aggravation. This isn’t going the way you wanted it to. So, instead, you move forward and grab blue haired girl first, dragging her out from the rainbow pussy line.

“Alright, so you guys interrupted my date with a bunch of cute girls, so overall, I’m kind of pissed.”

The four girls are all shooting you hateful glares, but their mouths can’t open no matter how hard they try. One of the girls manages to get her hand out from under her and flips you off.

“Well, I was going to go easy on you, but now I don’t want to.” You growl.

You pull your dick out in front of the blue haired girl. You use magic so now it’s twice its previously enhanced size. It was normally a monster, but now it was just laughably humungous. As soon as the girls see it, they freeze, however, it is the blue haired one you had singled out that shows the most fear.

You kneel down and forcefully spread open the blue haired girl’s legs as she starts crying, unable to fight back in her tied up state. The other three girls look away in shame. It is clear from their eyes that they have pity for their sister, but are relieved it isn’t them.

“Ah, well… for the rest of you, you probably shouldn’t feel too relieved. I casted a spell that connects all four of you. What one of you feels, all four of your will. So when I tear her open, all four of you will feel the same pleasure… and pain. And then when I tear open the next girl, it’ll be the same. Congratulations, you girls will get to feel you pussy being ripped apart by my cock four times over!”

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Edit: Apologies for the delay, I got swamped with work.

Just a Guy in Space

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Chapter 8

“Confirmation. The human Gustavo Martinez has made contact with Ensign First Class Art’ah.”

Captain Echina, clan Umdyn, nodded absent-mindedly. “Continue monitoring his activities and report back in case of anomalies.”

She leaned back into the captain’s chair. Ensign Art’ah was a Coxizu, a very social creature who had nevertheless suffered from a muted discrimination from some of the Vanatu’s crew. This was mostly due to the stigma of Coxizu sexuality but also from a certain refusal to engage with others from Ensign Art’ah herself.

Or was it himself? He should stop changing his gender all the time, damn him.

Lieutenant Lashqran fingers’ were dancing on the console in front of him, filing fuel consumption reports and doing other miscellaneous tasks. He had strongly advised against exposing the rest of the crew to the human. While most of his arguments were valid – such as exposure to unknown microorganisms, danger from the human himself or even disruption of normal ship activities – the main reason he objected was xenophobia.

Lashqran had been up for promotion before but had suffered two consecutive reprimands due to xenophobia. They were massive red marks on his otherwise pristine file. She mused that maybe exposure to an unknown xenos would trigger curiosity that might be reflected in a change of attitude towards beings not of his own race, however that was wishful thinking.

She thought back to Lieutenant Xar’usk and his now constant requests to fight or dissect the human. A ping from her chair comms brought her back to the now.

“Captain, the human Gustavo Martinez and Ensign First Class Art’ah are heading to the Ensign’s cabin. A request to change the cabin’s atmosphere has been made by the human. Should it be acquiesced?”

“What kind of change are we talking about?”

“Gustavo Martinez has requested that the atmosphere be changed to one that can support both his and Ensign Art’ah’s normal breathing pattern. Sending you the report now.”

She brought the report up and quickly scanned it. Hmmm… did the human think of this? That’s surprisingly astute, removing the unnecessary components and finding a middle ground. I suppose he got lucky this time, other species might not have compatible requirements.

“I approve the change. Keep me updated.”

AI lapsed back into silence. Echina remembered that the human had said he was a scientist. Maybe she should let him and the science department hash things out and do a better job of parsing through the data the scout probe had brought back. Nine Gods knew she needed to have a flawless report to explain this to her superiors.

“Captain, Ensign First Class Art’ah and the human Gustavo Martinez have engaged in coitus.”

She felt the beginnings of a headache. She was glad that AI was speaking directly to her ear comms and not through the overhead PA system. Of course they have. Because we don’t already have enough problems. Did they even think about the consequences? Who brought this on? Was it Art’ah or the human himself? Are they even compatible? Well that tells us a few things about humans already. “AI, monitor them and report back if any of them present adverse reactions to contact with each other.”

She went back to the various ship housekeeping duties she had but her mind was clearly wandering. Her crew did not notice anything, each absorbed in their own tasks. Thinking about it, having the human interact with Art’ah could be a blessing in disguise. Through her – or him- they’d be able to tell if the human was safe to interact with. Granted, the Coxizu had a much stronger defence system than other species but these defences could be adapted to the needs of the many through their nanites. If push came to shove, she could request administration of a nanite booster to each crewmember or go the easy road and simply quarantine the human.

“Captain, the human Gustavo Martinez has requested a meeting with a member of the science department. He nominated either Lieutenant Sil Nubo or Lieutenant Xar’suk.”

“Hmmm… Tell him I’ll get back to him regarding that.” She turned to Lashqran. Noticing her movement, he turned and waited. Lashqran was the very example of an old Agaraxian mentality that espoused the superiority of their race and the inadequacy of others. While this movement had quickly lost ground amongst her people due to the various exchanges they’d have with other species, it still had a few adherents. Lashqran would definitely not volunteer an Agaraxian for this.

“Lieutenant Lashqran, it would be wise to have a member of the science department take a look at the long-lasting effects of space travel on our latest… guest. I’m thinking of having Lieutenant Xar’usk assigned to that.”

Lashqran immediately frowned. “Hasn’t the dear lieutenant expressed a desire to dissect, kill or eat the guest?”

Ah yes, I forgot that. I didn’t think he was serious.

“Furthermore, we don’t know what exposure to the human will do,” Lashqran continued.

“It’s because we don’t know that we must investigate. I don’t want to have an Agaraxian do it without having taken the proper safety measures. A species with a high degree of resistance to disease would be a better fit.”

Lashqran nodded in approval. “A Kmigar certainly is resistant but they’re also very aggressive towards what they deem to be challenging prey. Maybe a Dintph? If I’m not mistaken, they’ve recently taken their cyclic immunity booster. Lieutenant Sil Nubo has also expressed her interest in the new xenos. Several times.”

Echina slowly nodded. “I’ll tell AI to contact them both. Notify Lieutenant Xar’usk that they’ll need a sterile room with the proper set-up.”

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Gus tiredly made his way to his cabin. The suit was starting to weight on him. He’d have to ask the captain for something more practical. The door swooshed open after he hit the panel and minutes later the stale air he was breathing was replaced by sweet atmosphere. He tossed the suit in corner and made his way to the shower.

Stepping inside, he realised he didn’t know how to use it. There were several panels, all of them a different size and colour. In the end he gave up and asked AI to shower him as it saw fit. He put on oversized sleepwear and fell to the bed. In seconds, his mind blacked out.

His eyes opened to a muted light on the ceiling of the cabin. His mouth was dry and his shirt was damp with sweat. He propped himself on an elbow and rubbed his face.

“AI, how long was I sleeping?”

“You have been sleeping for six hundred and fifty one units Standard Galactic Time.”

“How much is that in Earth Time? To the nearest hour?”

“Calculating. The equivalent is 5 Earth hours.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He hopped in the sonic shower and had AI take care of him again. It wasn’t as refreshing as a nice water shower and didn’t wake him up either but at least he was clean. God, I need some coffee. “AI, how do I get food or drinks in my cabin? If I understand correctly I don’t have a standard crew cabin right?”

“Affirmation. You have been granted a diplomatic guest room. It is larger compared to an ordinary crew cabin and has several features not available to the common crew. These include a larger private sonic shower, a viewscreen and holostation, a larger cloth cabinet, access to several decorations and a dispenser. The decorations must be requisitioned from a quartermaster and are subject to approval from the captain.”

“What’s this dispenser business?”

“A dispenser is a tool that can synthetise food and various materials. They are used more heavily in the engineering and medical departments. Yours has been locked to provide only food. The selection of dishes you may order is available on your personal datapad. You will find it on your desk.”

He turned, really eying his room for the first time. It was bigger than anything he’s ever been in back on Earth. He had been lucky with his foster family and hadn’t encountered any of the horror stories from the system you hear about so often however his foster parents weren’t well-off. He’d had to make do with what he had and while he was grateful to them, he’d never really enjoyed a fulfilling life back on Earth.

His desk was quite large, about 2 meters at its longest, molded in an L shape. There was meter wide bluish ball instead of a chair behind the desk and he saw an assortment of tools on top. He grabbed what looked like a pad. It blinked on as his finger brushed the screen.

“Biometrics scan initiated. Please wait. Confirmed. Datapad keyed to user biometrics.”

“AI, does that mean only I can use this? Can you explain how to use it?”

“Correction. While common crewmembers will not be able to access this datapad, officers will be able to. It is also possible for the ship AI and the captain to remotely access this datapad. After parsing and compiling the data from the scout probe, a working translation of all non-classified materials available on the Pride of Vanatu has been made available to you. Pressing a finger to the handle will activate it. You can input manual or vocal commands to use it. Should there be something you do not understand or are unsure how to do, you may ask AI to help you.”

“Nice. I guess I’ve got a lot of reading to do. Where’s that food dispenser?”

An overhead light activated in response, highlighting the dispenser. It was a gunmetal-coloured, blocky contraption the size of a fridge. It had a thirty centimetre wide panel at chest height with a blinking green light at the bottom right corner. He experimentally pressed a finger to the screen and saw it light up much like the data pad. He tried to explore the choices he had before giving up.

“AI, can you link the data you have from the probe to this terminal here? I want to eat and drink stuff but I can’t be bothered manually looking everything up on this thing. Can I just say ‘I want coffee’ and voila?”

“Calculating. Cross-linking the database and dispenser menu is feasible. Warning. AI is not familiar with the term ‘voila’. Clarification is needed.”

Gus tiredly rubbed his eyes. “It’s a term used to express the sudden appearance of something or someone. So, can you get me some coffee?” he asked, a not inconsiderable amount of hope in his voice.

“Calculating. Accessing central database. Several instances of ‘coffee’ detected. Clarification is needed.”

“Uh… I want a chai latte. Single origin, South American coffee beans used for the espresso. Choose any at random for the coffee beans. Pasteurised cow milk for the milk. An even mixture of cloves, cinnamon, ginger and black peppercorns for the spices. Use proportions written down in chai latte coffee recipes from Earth.”

“Calculating. Recipes found. Ingredients isolated. Analysing composition. Warning. Chai latte has been classified as a category one restricted beverage.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“Clarification. The presence of compounds detrimental to physiology detected in beverage. Active ingredient is caffeine. Re-classified as moderate potency drug. Beverage is not fit for consumption.”

“See now, it’s perfectly healthy and fit for consumption. Human consumption, that is. I don’t care what happens to other species when they drink this but humans are practically immune to its effects. The most that can happen to me is that I’ll skip a nap for a few hours.”

“Warning. AI must contact the captain to receive approval for initiating chai latte procedure.”

“Great. Just patch me through to her please.”

“Patching. You are now in comms with Captain Echina of clan Umdyn.”

“Uh… Captain Echina? This is Gus Martinez, the human. Can I have a moment of your time?”

“I’m busy. Make it quick.” Well, this wasn’t a good start. Her voice was colder than Martina Chavez’ after he told her he wanted to motorboat her tits.

“I’m trying to get some earth food via the dispenser in my room but it turned out to be a category one restricted something or the other. While I appreciate that this kind of food may be detrimental to xenoi species, it has minimal effects on human physiology. Can you give AI permission to make that for me please?”

There was silence on the other end of the line. This isn’t good at all. Come on captain, I just want food.

“You’re saying that category one restricted materials have no effect on humans?”

“No, I’m not saying that at all,” Gus said in his best student tutor voice. “I’m just saying that this drink in particular has no or minimal effects on human physiology. It’s considered a delicacy on Earth actually.”

More silence. He decided to take a gamble.

“Look captain, how about this? You can have AI monitor me for a while after I drink my coffee. If there are any adverse effects, you’ll hear of them straight from AI. As a gesture of good will, I am even willing to work with your science department to see the effects of human food on other xenos species. If no problems are found, you’ll potentially have access to an entire undiscovered civilisation’s food culture. Think of the cultural and diplomatic repercussions that would have. I bet that would look really good in your, uh, your report.”

Come on, come on. I just want the goddamn coffee.

“AI will monitor your biometrics. This beverage will be restricted to humans only until further notice. I am giving AI permission to synthetise any foodstuffs up to the category one classification. Additionally, your presence will be required at the science department once you’re ready. A science officer will work with you to investigate human physiology and what effects it has on our crew. AI will guide you to the required room.”

“Thanks a lot captain. I really appreciate it.”

The communication abruptly got cut off and Gus was left staring at the wall. “AI, I’d like to get that chai latte now please.”

The dispenser’s screen lit up and a status update window appeared. Within seconds, a panel opened in the blocky contraption and a white mug containing a steaming liquid could be seen in the crevice. Gus grabbed it and smelled it. Smells like home.

“Thanks a lot AI. I really, really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Chapter 7

She was unlike any woman he’d ever known before. You’ve never been with a woman before you dolt. Never mind that, she really wasn’t like any woman he’d ever imagined before. Amateur porn had taught him many things. Theoretical things to be sure, but things that he thought were constants. Things like a woman getting wet if she felt horny, the clitoris and g-spot being the win buttons or even that a woman needed time to adjust to the size of something she hadn’t experienced before.

Art’ah was definitely not a typical woman.

As Gus plunged inside her, he felt the slick walls of her pussy gently part and shape themselves around him into a snug fit. She felt surprisingly cool inside compared to the warmth of her skin. He rhythmically thrust himself in and out, trying to get a feel of her reactions.

Art’ah was moaning into his shoulder, arms wound around his back and legs spread for easier access. He buried his face into her blue hair and inhaled deeply. He looked up in astonishment – she didn’t smell like anything. No sweat, no lingering scent of shampoo or soap, no nothing. He mentally shrugged and concentrated on thrusting.

The walls around his cock felt… different. He felt the resistance of muscles less and the engulfment of a water bed more. Could it be that fluid under her skin? It responded to his every thrust by moulding itself about his shaft then returning to its original form. It feels like… like memory-foam silly putty. He chuckled and abandoned thought.

Time slowed to every thrust, to every gasp, to every scream of his strained muscles. A hand crept to Art’ah’s hair, tangling long strands between sweaty fingers and pulling. Gus himself didn’t realise what he was doing as Art’ah head jerked upwards, her mouth opened in a gasping moan as his body covered hers. Her voluptuous breasts crushed against his chest, her dick throbbed against his flat stomach and her warmth seeped into him as he hungrily kissed her.

She responded with a passion that momentarily frightened him. Fear quickly turned to desire as their lips mashed into each other. His eyes were closed but he could see himself trying to push every single centimetre of himself into her in his mind’s eye. His left hand glided across her back and ended on her left buttock. He tightly gripped it, feeling more than hearing her moan, and savagely thrust. His tongue was invading her mouth – a living creature exploring a new cave, eager to find sweet, sweet honey. His right hand was still tightly clutching her hair near her skull.

Gus could feel long unused muscles straining to sustain his ardour. His hips were screaming in protest as he tried to bury himself still more deeply into her. Art’ah’s fingers were painfully gripping his shoulders and he could feel his lungs burning with the need for oxygen. His mouth released hers and he rested his forehead in the crook of her neck as they both drew great gasping breaths. His hips were machines pumping again and again. He pulled her hair again and exposed her neck.

His tongue snaked out and licked the base of her neck where soft, fluid flesh met collarbone. The pitch of her moaning increased as he licked her neck continuously. His thrusting slowed down, partly due to fatigue, partly so he could focus on her neck more. He kissed the soft flesh and released his death grip on her hair. His left hand caressed her lower cheek and roamed to her fleshy thigh. He grabbed it, hoisting it up and around his hips as he kept kissing her neck.

His savage thrusting turned gentle, almost loving. His left hand was still holding Art’ah’s thigh. Her legs moved of their own volition and ended up locked around him. He brought his hands down, softly rubbing her lower back. His lips didn’t stop kissing her deep blue skin. His hands crept up her back, trailing from lower back to shoulder blades and finally clutching her shoulders in a reverse grip.

He stopped moving and adjusted his position, lifting his head up and settling his body more comfortably against hers. Art’ah warm breath hit his face as he looked into her eyes and saw the same need he felt reflected there. He slowly resumed thrusting, hearing her sharp intake of breath and her slow exhalation. His hips were still burning but it didn’t feel like he would drop dead at any time anymore.

He took the time to explore the sensations from her pussy more deeply. She wasn’t wet but there was definitely a mechanism that facilitated penetration at work here. The walls of her pussy still had that strange clinging quality to them but they felt more… slick than before. Something to do with friction? The slow thrusting was working wonders for Art’ah but Gus felt tantalisingly close to a finish. This position didn’t allow for much stimulation for him so he decided to try one of the positions he liked seeing in porn the most.

He released her shoulders and propped himself up with his arms. He brought his knees to her hips and knelt in front of her, dick still inside her pussy. She was looking at him curiously as he grabbed an ankle in each hand and lifter her legs to rest on his shoulders. He finally hugged the legs to his chest and leaned forward, resting more of his weight on her. The change was immediate. Art’ah arched her back and let out a long moan as her pussy walls contracted around his cock.

Gus took that as his queue to begin thrusting anew. This position was much easier on his hips and the sensations he felt were vastly better than before. He gripped her legs tightly as his movements turned increasingly faster. Art’ah’s moaning was now constant and her pussy started clenching on his cock. Is she having an orgasm? He couldn’t tell but he could feel his own approaching so he sped up, jackhammering himself into Art’ah.

For a while the sound of Art’ah’s moans, Gus’ grunting and the slapping of their flesh was all that permeated the cabin until it reached a crescendo. Gus threw his head back with a loud shout as he pierced Art’ah one final time before shuddering with a mind-numbing orgasm. His cock convulsed mightily as spurt after spurt of hot sperm gushed into her pussy. He was still clutching her legs as his balls finished emptying themselves.

Gus released Art’ah’s now limp legs and rolled off her, almost falling off the bed. They both laid on their backs, heaving deep breaths into their lungs. Gus was feeling light-headed from the exercise and covered his eyes with a sweaty forearm as he felt sweet oxygen flood his burning lungs.

His swallowed, feeling how dry his throat. “That was… amazing,” he managed to croak out.

Art’ah’s only response was to roll over to him and drape herself across his body. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest, her leg was thrown over his own and her dick was softly tickling his thigh. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her blue hair. He admired her exquisitely soft body, seeing the deep blue coloration of her skin slowly fading to the normal pale blue she usually sported. He leaned in and kissed her hair, his other hand stroking the fingers resting on his chest.

He was admiring the sight of his cum drizzling out of her pussy when his mind snapped back into focus.

“Holy shit balls. Art’ah, are you all right?”

“I am more than all right. I haven’t had fun like that in a long while,” she purred.

“No I mean… I’m a hotbed of infectious microorganisms. I’m worried about one of them finally finding its balls and jumping over to you.”

She turned her face up, looking at him. “Sacred defecations? Wait, no, another human expression?” He nodded. “Worry not. Not only do the Coxizu have a strong defence system but we supplement it with an array of nanite injections. They help break down any foreign organisms that make their way into our bodies. Our scientists felt that given our proclivity for copulation we would do well to have a solid immune system.”

“AI, what are the chances of Art’ah getting an infection from me?”

“Calculating. Unable to calculate. Not enough data.”

“Figured as much. I should ask Sil about this. She might know more.”

“Sil? You mean Lieutenant Sil Nubo?”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about human-alien interaction before.”

Art’ah simply put her head back on his chest and sighed contentedly. Gus kept stroking her long hair, his mind a blank. His companion finally interrupted the silence with a question.

“So how was it?”

“Hmmm?”

“This…” she gestured at their intertwined bodies.

“Oh, that was great. Fantastic. Never felt like that before.”

She chuckled. “Thank you, but how did it compare to a human woman?”

“I, uh, I wouldn’t know.”

She turned to him again, raising an eyebrow. So we have that in common I guess.

“Yeah, I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with a woman. Sexually, I mean.”

She stared at him, searching his eyes for something. She finally shrugged. “You are strangely competent for someone who’s never done this before.”

“Thanks. I didn’t know I had it in me. Hey, mind if I ask an indelicate question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Aren’t you worried about pregnancy?”

“No. The Coxizu do not have a mating cycle but we can choose when to be ready for impregnation.”

“Handy.”

“Quite.”

He leaned into the bed, feeling the warm body he was holding in his arms. The dick was still pocking him. He ignored it. Another day.

He was starting to doze off when Art’ah sighed and extricated himself from his body.

“I have a work shift soon. I need to shower,” she said, pressing a panel on the cabin wall. A segment seamless opened, revealing a small cubicle just barely big enough for two people.

He watched as she walked in, her tall body looking bonelessly soft. He watched the waterfall of dark blue hair ending just at her butt crack. Watched the sway of her hips, the lithe steps she took into the shower. Watched the jiggle of her breasts.

“Need someone to scrub your back?”

She turned to him curiously. “Scrubbing is not necessary. This is a sonic shower.” She pressed another panel and a field sprung into existence, cutting them off. Her figure turned blurry for a moment before the field disappeared and she stepped out. “Sonics are efficient, fast and effective. Do you want to try one of these?”

He slowly got up, feeling the ache in his body now that his blood wasn’t running hot anymore.

“Might as well.”

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At first, the thieves are surprised to see you appear. But you calmly explain to them that you’re there to see their boss. He’s initially resistant, but like a standard Japanese MC, you prefer talking to violence, and you offer him money to avoid conflict. Since money is no object, even after he tries to extort you out of five times her worth, you manage to pay off the girl’s debt.

Just kidding, you’re not a standard Japanese MC, you murder them all horribly. Honestly, as you swing your sword, splicing thief after thief in half, you start to feel kind of bad for them. They seemed to lack all sense of preservation. You’ve already killed twenty of them single-handedly without even breathing hard, but the head of the thieves is glaring at you and shouting for more thieves to mindlessly throw themselves at you.

These guys are thieves, right? It’s not even like they have combat power. They’re pickpockets. Exactly why aren’t they running away? Right, because this is another world and in another world thieves are just mobs for the murdering. You rip the spine out of a guy’s throat and spear another guy with it. At this point, you’re just seeing how gruesome you can make it, but even after you rip apart a bandit limb from limb like picking grapes, the thieves still throw themselves at you.

You start moving things along a little faster now, cleaving a head with each wave of your sword. You were keeping an eye on the cat girl, and the head guy had dragged her to his room to rape her while you took care of his henchmen. It was moronic that he would put getting his dick wet over preserving his own life, but you aren’t much better considering the situation.

You keep alive and knock out several girl thieves to add to your harem. That turned out to be four girls, all human. They weren’t exactly hot women. They were thieves, after all, so they looked kind of scraggly. Their teeth were crooked and they weren’t wearing makeup. They were still fuckable, but more along the lines of the bar skank variety. No, you kept those four girls alive for another reason. That reason was that all four girls had the same brown hair, brown eyes, small noses, high cheeks, and size C breasts. Well, they had the same everything. They were all identical, and you just managed to snatch identical quadruplets.

You would have a lot of fun with the four girls later. That was perfectly fine considering they were thieves and you were killing everyone else. They should be downright grateful after that.

You kick down the boss guy’s door. He has only managed to get her pants down and he has his small thing hanging out from his pants, not even hard yet. You use a spell that makes it fall off. He screams as his penis flops to the floor. It doesn’t make much of an impact.

“i-i-i’ll kill you, you bastard!” He shouts, sloppily grabbing at his sword.

“Seriously? I just murdered everyone outside do you really think you can stop me? Even if you were ten times better that’s still…”

“Die!” He runs at you like he actually thinks he’ll win.

You bat away his sword and pick him up by the throat and create a portal, tossing him into it. If your calculations are correct, the other side of the portal is a black hole, where he would be crushed for all eternity.

He must have hit the girl while she was struggling, because she was unconscious now, her naked tiny behind staring you in the face. It gets you a little excited, but after the trauma, she might have experienced it seems a little bad if you take her right there. Instead, you pull her pants back up and drag her back into the other room, where you drop her on a couch.

You then proceed to use magic to wake up the four thief girls. You immediately drop your pants, letting your large member pop up to attention. The four girls stare at it like they are staring at a viper.

“If you pleasure me well I’ll let you live,” You declare.

The girls start to cry, but that doesn’t stop you from what you do next.

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The cat girl walks into a building that must have been her base of operations. There are many other undesirable looking thieves and bandits walking around the building. You seriously worry for her safety. She is far too pretty and delicate to be dealing with that crowd, although you suppose that with her dirty clothing covering up her hair and her youthful age, she probably pulls off looking like a boy.

The problem comes when she enters a room with a guy that looks to be the head of the group. At least, he is about ten years older than everyone else, who all sit in their teens, and he has a condescending air about him. The cat girl has handed over your pouch without complaint, and the man has fingered through it. Then, the man grows angry and suddenly has a knife out at the cat girl’s throat. You add sound to the spell, but you already suspect you know why he is angry.

“Have you been pilfering coins?” The man demands while shaking his knife angrily.

The cat girl is shaking her head desperately, “No, no! Not me, Nya!”

Of course, you saw her reach into the bag and pocket a few coins, so you knew that to be a lie. Unfortunately, the boss man isn’t buying it either. He shoves her to the ground with his foot and gives an order. Two men start grabbing at her pockets while she tries to resist. However, they manage to empty out a pocket, coins dropping to the floor. As the man nods angrily at the look of the coins, her hat is knocked to the ground and her cat ears sprout up.

“Oh, she’s a cat girl!” Ariel says excitedly.

“Why did you think you could steal from me?” The guy shouts. “And you’re a filthy cat monster too!”

“Here, take all the money. See? You have it all! I was just trying to feed my sick little sister.”

“You think that’s enough now? We need double the amount because you tried to steal from us!”

“D-double? I can get it to you in a week, just give me a week!”

“No, I want it now!” He says petulantly, making it clear he never intended to give her a chance in the first place while she looks on with a scared look, “But perhaps, you can work it off other ways.”

The way his filthy eyes glare down at her, it is obvious he meant for her to become his sex toy for the next week.

“No!” She shouts, “I’m a virgin! I’d never give it to a bastard like you!”

He frowns. “You have quite the mouth on you, don’t you?”

“Uh, boss, you know virgin cat people sell for a lot on the slave market.” A crony speaks up.

“I know that!” He gives an annoyed glare.

It appears like he is weighing the cost of deflowering the girl over the cost of selling her, and he doesn’t want any of his men knowing it. After a moment, he gives a shrug.

“She’ll sell a little less, but not more than a good prostitute, I’ll tell you what, after I’m done with her, I’ll pass her around and everyone can have a taste before we sell her.”

The men start to advance on the girl. As you watch, suddenly two soft pillows press against each of your arms. On one side is Ariel, and the other side is Aurora.

“Hero will save the girl, please!”

“Yes, hero-san, you must!”

“Is that really what you all want? She’ll be joining the rest of us from here on?”

The five girls all nodded excitedly, fully consenting to another girl being added to the harem. Of course, you plan to save her regardless and add her to the harem, but it is a lot easier if all of the girls think it is their idea. You put on a show about thinking about it while the girls stare at you with begging eyes.

“I… suppose. But you’ll owe me big!”

“Yes, master!”

“Of course, hero-san.”

“I’m always yours, hero!”

You smile to yourself as you open a portal to the thief’s hideout. You swear girls aren’t this easy in your old world, but these girls were just like putty in your hands. Not that you’re complaining. You move off to add the sixth girl to your harem.

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Just a Guy in Space

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Chapter 6

Gus was still dragging Art’ah to her room (with his HUD now displaying directions) when it hit him. “AI, What’s the difference between Earth and Art’ah’s home atmosphere? I mean, are there any elements present in her atmosphere that will be detrimental to me and vice versa?”

“Calculating. Earth’s atmosphere contains a high amount of gases toxic to Coxizu. Coxizu atmosphere lacks key components required for Human respiration.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“Clarification. Toxic gases in Earth atmosphere by percentage are nitrogen at seventy eight per cent, argon at point nine per cent and neon, helium and methane at trace amounts. Warning. Gas concentration varies according to geographic patterns no Earth. Coxizu atmosphere presents a total lack of oxygen. It also contains traces of vaporised heavy metals such as lead, zinc and copper that can lead to long term damage to humans. Warning. Information derived from data collected from damaged scout probe. Information provided may be subject to change.”

“I see… So it’s the noble gases and the nitrogen. Elements that are not required for human respiration. How convenient.” He was still pulling the strangely quiet Art’ah behind him and pondered for a while. “AI, how vital are the heavy metals to Art’ah’s wellbeing? Is it possible to switch the atmosphere in her cabin to that her homeworld, but remove the heavy metals and add in twenty percent by volume of oxygen?”

“Calculating. Switching unnecessary elements out of Coxizu atmosphere. Inserting oxygen twenty per cent by volume. Calculating. Re-arrangement complete. The atmosphere in Ensign First Class Art’ah’s cabin has been modified to your request.”

He cracked a huge smile. “Sweet. Why are you so helpful AI?” he asked, not really expecting an answer.

“Captain Echina of clan Umdyn has instructed me to make every arrangement to ensure your continued survival on board the Pride of Vanatu. Tweaking life support requirements in a single cabin does not exceed my purview regarding your wellbeing. Modifications that bring harm to crew members are strictly forbidden however. Should you attempt any such changes, Captain Echina and security will be alerted at once.”

“Makes sense. Thanks a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

Gus finally arrived at his destination and turned to the silent Art’ah. She still looked like she was blushing and her eyes were firmly fixed on the deck. The translucent skin on her face was a deeper shade of blue around her eyes and ears, a very human-like reaction. Gus wondered how many human mannerisms could be associated with aliens. “You’ve been very quiet along the way. Are you having second thoughts?”

She finally looked up and her arms sort of trembled. Noticing my lack of reactions she decided to clear things up. “No, I’m not having second thoughts. It’s just that in Coxizu culture, once you decide to copulate, the party that initiated contact is expected to lead and the partner complies.”

Gus raised an eyebrow. “So you turn submissive or dominant depending on who initiates sex?” Interesting. I wonder how far this behaviour extends. “Whatever, why don’t we just get inside? There’s a lot we have to do,” he said with a wide grin.

Art’ah pressed her palm to a raised plate on the wall and the cabin’s door slide open. There was a shimmering, transparent pink field blocking the way in but she got inside without a hitch. It was mostly likely there to keep the tweaked atmosphere in the cabin from leaking out. Gus stepped in and marvelled at the interior design… not.

The room had the stark utilitarianism he expected from a spaceship with limited space but there were some touches here and there of Art’ah individuality. Same old grey deck and white walls but at the desk was a hologram of a spinning planet (the Coxizu homeworld?), one of three Coxizu smiling and what appeared to be a tall lamp in one corner of the room. There was a wide viewscreen opposite the bed, for entertainment and leisure perhaps?

He turned to her and saw her shyly sit on the bed. Gus input a few commands on his suit control pad and waited. There was a whine as the breathable air in the suit was drained back into the portable air supply unit. He held his breath and cracked his suit open. He quickly pulled his helmet off and gasped. The discarded suit was thrown into a corner of the room and Gus stretched, sighing in pleasure.

Art’ah was staring at him wide-eyed. Her eyes were roaming across his body, lingering on his visible crotch tent. He smirked and approached her.

“So Art’ah, here we are.” He reached to his shirt and started tugging it upwards. Her eyes stared at his flat stomach. “Like what you see?” Her arms lightly trembled again. Is that the Coxizu version of a nod? “Do you want to see more?” he asked as he threw his shirt on top of the vacsuit. Her strangely compliant and shy behaviour was flipping his S switch way on and he found himself pulling all the classics from various stories he’d read online back on Earth.

Art’ah’s eyes slide down towards his crotch again and she started fidgeting again. “Your… your… organ…” she whispered. Her breathing audibly sped up as his pants slide down his legs and he stepped out of them.

“Not good enough Art’ah. It’s called a cock and you have to properly ask for it if you want it.”

Her blush deepened, the blue coloration growing from her ears down to her whole neck. “I want to see your cock.”

Too easy.

“Say please.”

“I want to see your cock, please.”

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and starting tugging his boxers down when he frowned and suddenly looked up. “It doesn’t seem very fair that I’m the only one getting naked here. Get that uniform off.”

Art’ah blushed even deeper, the blue coloration now extending down to her shoulders. She shakily got up and started stripping her uniform off. Her breasts finally sprang free and jiggled in the low gravity of the Vanatu. Her translucent skin was shining like aquamarine in the cabin’s lighting. The clear fluid beneath offered a strangely erotic view, like she was a crystal statue and not an actual woman. She discarded her uniform and sat down on her bed, leaning back on her hands and offering a great view of her still jiggling breasts.

Gus nervously swallowed and started forward. He could see her hard dick in between her legs. It was about ten centimetres long and not too thick at just a couple of fingers wide. Phew, mine’s bigger. He smiled smugly as he looked in Art’ah eyes and pulled his boxers down.

She gasped, a hand flying to cover her mouth. Her incredulous gaze did not waver from his cock. “Why is it so big?”

Gus looked down as his fully erect cock painfully announced its arrival. When was the last time I had an erection this hard? It was twenty one centimetres long and three fingers wide all around. He was quite proud of himself, knowing he was above average back on Earth but he’d never had the opportunity to show it off. He straightened with his hands on his hips, thrusting his tool forward.

“Heh, it’s not actually that big. I’ve seen some bigger cocks back on Earth.” She was still staring. He approached her slowly. “Here, touch it.”

Her hand tentatively reached out and he made his cock twitch just before she touched it. She quickly withdrew her hand, as if fearing being burnt but a resolute expression replaced her previous dazed look. Her hand snaked out and grabbed it – a bit painfully truth be told. Gus waited but all she did was hold it and stare at it until he cleared his throat.

“So what do the Coxizu usually do at this point?”

“Well, we generally play with it but the ones I’ve seen aren’t usually this big, so I’m not sure how to proceed.”

Gus frowned. “Wait, aren’t the Coxizu supposed to be really promiscuous? How come you’ve never seen one that big before?”

She was gave a slight tug, eliciting a groan from Gus. “The Coxizu are also considered deviants because we have evolved to have a larger set of genitals than other species. As far as I know, in all of the Council species, the biggest genitals stand at about thirteen centimetres.”

Holy shit. I should change my name to Lex Steele. Or Peter North.

“So go ahead, play with it. You can use both hands if you want.”

She pulled him closer and placed both hands on the shaft, carefully massaging it. A moan escaped his lips. Art’ah looked up at him and smiled, some confidence starting to replace the surprise on her face. Her delicate fingers trailed across his shaft, touching his balls as well. It was incredibly sensual and pretty soon he was leaking precum. Art’ah curiously stared but continued her ministrations.

Gus was starting to grow impatient. “Does the concept of foreplay exist in this galaxy?”

“Playing before playing? I do not understand.”

“That’s a mistranslation. It’s an Earth term for the process that escalates sexual desire before actual copulation. If the Coxizu are considered sexual deviants, they should have some sort of super foreplay technique, yes?” he asked hopefully.

She laughed lightly. “Yes we do have such techniques. I am currently using one of them. There are other more… extreme methods.” Her smiled turned wicked. “Do you want to see them?”

“Fuck yes, I’m down for anything you want.”

She leaned forward and her mouth engulfed his cock. Her tongue danced eagerly on his knob, slathering him in viscous saliva. He moaned and physically willed his hands to stay on his hips, letting Art’ah explore him to her heart’s content. Her tongue was a living dervish, squirming everywhere inside her mouth, spending time on the frenulum, the opening of the urethra or the rest of his shaft. He closed his eyes and let the sensations take over.

He didn’t see Art’ah look up at him. He did however feel her pull him closer and start to slide her mouth down his shaft and suck. The suction and feel on her throat on his cock proved to be too much for him and his hands shot out to the back of her head. He pushed her head rhythmically down his shaft and she mutely complied with no complaints.

He looked down at her and found her eyes staring up at him. Strands of sticky saliva were already covering her chin and her greenish-blue eyes were glued to his as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down his shaft. The sensations were exquisite. He could feel her throat squeezing his head tight and her tongue was tickling the base of his cock. He was fast approaching his limit but he abruptly pulled her head off him and pushed her onto the bed with a shout.

Art’ah looked at him with bewilderment while he struggled to catch his breathe. His sanity was slowly returning but his libido was swiftly telling him to kick it into high gear. Art’ah was slowly wiping her chin with a delicate hand when he pounced on her and pinned her to the bed.

He leaned forward and crushed her lips with his, hungrily sucking on them and teasing her with his tongue. He felt her lips part and her own tongue snaked out and met his in an increasingly complex ballet. He lost himself in slobbering kisses, spreading more of that sticky saliva of hers on her face before pulling back. He roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

She cried out but didn’t stop him. He gently kissed her right ear, then licked her earlobe, still holding her head. He slid his tongue down her neck to her collarbone, tasting her tantalising skin. He made his way to her sizable breasts and released her head, bringing his hands to hold the jiggly globes. He roughly grabbed them, squeezing them hard in his hands. Art’ah’s pained groan only served to excite him more. He continued to knead her breasts while licking them. He had seen earlier that she didn’t have any nipples – that was already a major difference between human and Coxizu women.

He just licked wherever he could and changed his rough pawing to gentle caresses. The abrupt change delighted his partner who sighed contentedly. Enough of the breasts. If there are no nipples, it’s not as fun. He wanted to slide his tongue all the way down to her pussy but the insistent throbbing of her cock against his chest dissuaded him. I’m not that high-leveled yet. Sorry Art’ah, but that’ll have to wait until another time. The thought of an accidental blowjob was slowing his downwards approach but Gus decided to seize the bull by the horns.

He got off Art’ah wickedly amazing body and grabbed her legs. He lifted them up, feeling the seemingly boneless softness of her thighs and brought her toes to his mouth. He suckled them noisily, getting saliva everywhere. His diamond cock was rubbing gently against Art’ah’s. Try as he might, he couldn’t avoid it. Fuck it. No homo, bruh. He continued the foot licking, realising that Art’ah wasn’t feeling ticklish at all. Another difference between her and other human women. His cock brushed against the tip of Art’ah’s and he heard her soft gasp. He released her foot from his mouth and – still holding both her legs up by the ankles – gently rubbed his cockhead against Art’ah’s smaller one.

The reaction was immediate and very vocal. Art’ah arched her back and thrust her hips towards him. She kept trying to rub their dicks together, grasping the pillow behind her in a death grip and moaning like a slut on a phone sex line. Her eyes were firmly closed and her skin was gradually turning a deeper shade of blue all over her body.

Gus took the time to observe her as he continued playing with her body. Turns out the Coxizu didn’t have a clitoris. The penis most likely played the same role, given that it emerged from roughly the same location he’d seen a clit on naked pics. Does she have a G spot? Is she going to get wet? Can she even get an orgasm?

The only way to find out was to explore. He let go of her ankles and lied down, his legs hanging off her bed and his face pressed against her left inner thigh. Her skin was alarmingly hot as he kissed and licked his way to the entrance of her pussy. He saw her smallish cock in its full glory – no homo, no homo, no homo – and carefully dived into her pussy tongue-first. Art’ah’s pleased gasp and the slight shiver in her legs were enough reward to let ignore the cock-shaped warmth on his forehead.

He licked and licked and licked, eliciting varying amounts of squeals, but it didn’t seem like she as getting any wetter. Correction, it didn’t seem like she was getting wet at all. On a whim, he stuck a couple of fingers inside and felt the walls. They weren’t slimy with secretions as he expected, even a bit cold compared to the inferno that was her skin on his. Another difference in physiology? He kept feeling the walls, looking for the fabled g spot with no success. The rough surface that acted as a magical orgasm button was nowhere to be found. Gus started having cold sweat. He really, really, really, really did not want to handle Art’ah’s junk unless he absolutely had to but it was looking like her biggest erogenous zone was the frenulum of her cock.

“Enough already! I’ve been waiting for ages! I can’t take this anymore, this playing before playing is going to kill me at this rate!” Art’ah suddenly shouted. She propped herself up with her elbows, glaring at him through those amazing blue-green eyes. “I appreciate that you’re trying to make me feel good but I really need you to be inside me now!”

Her dick unfortunately leaned against his face with more force. He got up, finally free of its touch. He wiped his mouth and rubbed his wet hand all over his cock. He placed the head against the opening of Art’ah pussy and looked at her.

She was beautiful, her skin now a deep blue all over, a sign of her arousal evident for all to see. She held his gaze with eyes hazy from lust as he slowly pushed the tip in and sharply drew in a breath.

He grabbed her ankles again, lifted her legs up and held them vertically in front of him. She was squirming, trying to force him inside her but he held himself back, waiting. She finally looked back at him with pleading eyes.

He grinned.

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Wait, so you are currently missing your money pouch. Likely, it has been taken by some kind of purse snatcher. Isn’t that one of those flag events where you meet a female heroine? This is exactly what you have been waiting for. You recast the simple spell that gives you a new money pouch and then pay off the vendor for the food as he was starting to look at you badly.

As you walk back to the table where the girls are being noisy talking and eating ice cream, you create a spell that scans for your money. You find it instantly, and with a bird’s eye view you can see a girl walking down the street. Yes, it is exactly the person who had bumped into you earlier, and now she’s walking away with your money bag.

You don’t really care about the money. It’s not like you earned it, but this seems like a good opportunity to con her into- you mean, encourage her to join your harem. The biggest reason for this is that on closer inspection you can see two great things about her. Under her cap seems to be two things moving on her head, and another thing seemed to be wiggling from her backside. A spell that makes the clothing see-through immediately reveals that she is, in fact, a cat girl who has been hiding her ears and tail. More than that, she is a tiny girl, her body no older than thirteen.

Of course, you aren’t a complete pervert. You check her out with Age of Consent magic too, and even though her body looks like she hasn’t hit puberty yet, she is actually sixteen years of age, the same as Ariel. So, by the laws of this world, you are in the clear.

“What is master looking at?” Mulan wonders out loud, and the other girls notice that you are staring off vacantly into space.

You wave your hand and the view in your vision becomes visible for everyone. The girls make noises of excitement at the sudden screen appearing before them. The show catches a few eyes from the crowd, but the five hot girls already drew attention so it was really just more of the same.

“This might be another girl for our little group.” You say absent-mindedly.

The girls all watch the new girl curiously as she enters a derelict looking building.

“I-is… that the kind of thing my love favors?” Grimhilde frowns as she looks down at her D-sized chest.

Mulan has a very pleased look on her face, jutting out her flat chest with excitement. Meanwhile, all the other girls who have much larger chests are all frowning and looking insecure about it.

“It really is just fat anyway!” Mulan declares, rubbing it in.

Of all of them, it was Merida that takes the news the hardest. She looks about ready to cry.

“A true man,” You speak up, “Loves women of all shapes and sizes. I love small breasts, but I love big breasts too. I can say without any reservation that I will thoroughly enjoy Merida’s breasts when I get home.”

Merida looks very happy about it, which is strange because she literally just joined your group. You just openly say you are going to sleep with her tonight, but her face is glowing excitedly. The one you expect to be a giant pain in the butt turns out to be one of the easiest girls yet.

However, you can’t dwell on Merida’s sudden transformation because something dangerous starts to show up on the screen. Your next target looks to be in some trouble!

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I didn’t really feel like I needed to keep the survey up. It was an overwhelming majority that was pushing to just keep things the way they are. I’m surprised, I thought you guys would get a kick out of choose your own sexventures. Anyway, here’s my next chapter.

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Five of the hottest girls in the kingdom dressed in the prettiest dresses you can imagine are all lined up and waiting for you. Although Merida is treating it like guard duty, you notice that she really took to the dress you gave her while wearing a blush, so you suspect that she is simply pretending. That night, you will make her pregnant just like Aurora, so you have that to look forward too.

Grimhilde is hungry, so while the other girls were still playing in the bath, she came out and gave you a sloppy blowjob, making sure to swallow it all up like a good girl. You actually pat her head when you are done, and she gives you a glowing smile while cum dribbles out of the side of her mouth. It was safe to say that the Demon King was a bit too easy to train. Your abilities truly are cheats.

“So, we’re going to Riun, huh?” You wave your hand absently and a portal forms.

Ariel hooks on to one arm and Grimhilde grabs onto the other. Mulan, driven by her need to compete, grabs onto the back of your shirt. The queen seemed content holding a basket, looking glowingly motherly now, and for the moment Merida is content staying close to Aurora. However, she shoots you looks too. You’ll be the future father of her child, so it is normal that she’d be taking notice of you.

You all step through the portal, and you find yourself in the first village you’d ever been to. Your eyes dart around excitedly as you start seeing your first real view of another world. Elves, dwarves, and beastmen make up over half the population. However, they’re not all as sexy as the five women you brought with you. There were a few fuckable girls, but it was starting to become clear that you had lucked out when you had found this batch.

Of course, a single spell could turn any girl here into a knockout beauty, so what you really needed were enough variations in style to be worth it. As you looked around, Mulan sniffed and turned away. It was clear that she was a Tsundere, but her competitive nature made her succumb to peer pressure very quickly. Ariel was simply a deredere. The queen was more of the mature motherly type. That means you need a Dandere and a Kuudere. Would a Yandere be worth adding? That seemed like it could get a bit dangerous, not that you couldn’t heal anyone she killed, but that seems a bit wrong…

Your presence is not going unnoticed, as a man escorting five beautiful women is shot constant jealous looks. A few scary looking men might have bothered you guys, but you fear they’ll ruin your girls’ moods so you secretly send them on their way with magic. As you consider this, your group of girls run around dragging you along as they enjoy the city and talk with each other. The girls all seem to be getting along well. However, instead of ending up in the slave auction, you end up in a clothing store.

The girl’s try on various outfits as you watch. You end up placing a big order for clothing for all of the girls. You discuss all kinds of outfits with the tailor. Of course, there are swimming suits. You also bought dresses, maid outfits, nurse outfits, and every other costume you ever wanted to see a girl wear. You could have made everything with magic, but the girls looked so happy that you decided it is worth the extra trouble.

It is a lot of money, so you use a spell that creates a coin purse. In the end, it is magic that makes it possible anyway. It cost nearly half of the coin purse to pay off for all of the outfits. Plus, it turns out to be far more clothing than you could possibly carry on your own. Therefore, you create a storage ring too.

The girls all gasp as you bring out the ring. As it turns out, storage rings in this world are considered exceptionally rare. Therefore, you create five more and give them to each of the girls. They blush a lot as you hand each of them a ring. It’s a bit silly to you. This is hardly like some kind of marriage thing. If you wanted to mark them as yours, you could think of various better ways to do it. Perhaps a tattoo or a collar or something. You’ll think about it more in the future before you decide.

Each of the girls store the clothing you bought them. Each girl having her own ring will make it a lot easier when you guys move. You’ve been scouting out the city and you’re still not convinced this is the place you want to set up base.

As you’re thinking this, some small person bumps into you. Before you can even consider if it’s some kind of flag event, the person turns and walks away. You didn’t even get a look at their face. Well, every random person you bump into isn’t going to necessarily affect your life.

The girls start complaining about how hungry they are, so you bring them up to a food stall that is set up in a town square looking city center. You buy all of the girls meat on a stick and a bowl of ice cream. As they go to the table, chatting happily, and you contemplate all the things you plan to do to them tonight, you reach to grab your money. However, your purse is gone. It looks like you’ve been robbed!

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“Rejected!” You say, and Ariel puts on a sad look.

You’re pretty sure that the food Ariel cooks has dark Miasma floating out of it. You didn’t want to risk eating it and dying. Ariel has graciously jumped at the chance to show you her cooking ability, only to show you how little she knew how to cook. Aurora, as a Queen, at least had the confidence to admit she had never done any cooking, it was always the servants. Grimhilde was always fed by her father or servants, but there was only one thing she wanted on her diet these days, your cum.

Mulan tried to show you her cooking, but her idea of cooking was charbroiling meat until it was black with her dragon breath. She looks dejected as you reject her cooking too. You have some hope that Merida might have some cooking ability, but she is apparently a muscle head who trains all day. You have managed to get her awake with some bread and provisions left over from the magic that made the house, and she is now stuffing her face with anything in the kitchen that looks edible, so you’ll be officially out of food by the end of the day.

Of course, you can create a make food spell that would create the most beautiful meal ever, but that wasn’t the point. You are stuck in another world now, and you want a meal made by an attractive woman who created it for you with all of her love.

“There are five of you now and not a single one of you can cook!” You growl.

The five girls were now sitting on their knees in front of you, giving you wet looks like they were about to cry in shame.

“What can we do? I’ll starve to death!” Merida whines, having already polished off everything.

Apparently, her body could take a lot of calories, as she ate enough for three men. The other girls seemed to have similar thoughts in their minds, although by the dark look Mulan gives her chest, you can tell where she thinks the calories are being put away.

“So, what can we do about the situation?” You demand of the five women.

“Ah, well, we had servants in the castle. Perhaps you can hire servants?” Ariel offered.

“Mm… servants are good, but we won’t be staying here long.” You sigh. “Most servants have lives outside their job, so they probably wouldn’t appreciate it when we up and move to another country.”

“Then, how about a slave girl?” Aurora suggests.

“Ah, you have slaves, huh?”

Although on the surface, the idea of slaves seemed kind of bad, it did make things convenient. You could buy the slave you wanted instantly without any problems. In your case, you could just buy someone who could cook.

“Alright, everyone get ready!” You declare, “We’re going to the city to buy a cook and some food!”

First, the girl’s all decided they needed to clean up. You create your idea of a date outfit for each of the girls using magic. Regrettably, you have to sit outside while the girls play around in the bathroom. You could hear all kinds of sexy noises. Ariel went around grabbing the girl’s chests and comparing them at some point.

You weren’t invited because Merida hadn’t been initiated yet. Well, it is better if she is clean before she is initiated, so you don’t mind it. Whether you use a spell or not to watch in on the bath, that is something you had no intention of telling anyone.

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Just a Guy in Space

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Chapter 5

The suit was clunky to be sure. It was designed for Agaraxians but while they might look like humans, their physiology was different. They did not sweat, for example, so did not require material that breathed or took into consideration heat distribution. The males of the species were all much taller than he was. As a result he was walking around in a slightly oversized suit that kept slipping at odd moments and was akin to a blast furnace.

The suit itself worked as intended. It kept the ship’s atmosphere out and prevented his pesky microbes from killing everyone and everything. It turned out that the vast majority of alien species on board did not have a self-regulating, self-sustaining immune system. They required regular injections of immunity-boosting materials, “updates” so to speak, to be able to combat new diseases. It was surprising how few of those actually emerged but when they did they tended to do massive damage. They’d probably shit their pants if he told them about the influenza virus.

The ship itself was pretty big. It had an engineering department, a science bay, medical bay, armory, shuttle bay, loading docks, a variety of accommodations for crew (“berths” according to AI’s translation) as well as several rooms geared towards relaxation. Sadly there was no holodeck on this particular ship, the scope of their mission not warranting such expenditure.

The Pride of Vanatu was nominally a scout ship but it was closer to an all-purpose exploration ship, kind of like the Enterprise but smaller. The crew itself numbered 437, which consisted of a majority of Agaraxians and several other Council species. He’d been told by the ever-helpful AI that this was not a sample representation of the species distribution of the Council. They had chosen some of the more combat-oriented species of the Council to crew the Vanatu for reasons that were still eluding him.

“AI, are you sure this is the right way to the commons?” The one really cool function of the vacsuit was to be able to communicate directly with the Pride of Vanatu’s AI.

“Calculating. This is indeed the most efficient way of reaching the commons.”

“Thanks. I need all the help I can get in this place.”

“AI does not need to be thanked. It is my duty to help.”

Gus frowned. “Well you know where I’m from it’s customary to just say ‘you’re welcome’ when someone says thanks. I know you’re an AI but that doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings, right?”

“Incorrect. AI has been programmed to have no emotions. Emotions cloud judgement and clear judgement is required to function optimally on each mission. It has been proven that AIs without the emotion component are four hundred and fifty seven per cent more efficient than those with the emotion component.”

“Well that explains quite a few things. So you’re the no fun kind of AI, huh? You know what, can you comply with a few of my requests if they don’t clash with your programming or my security clearance?”

“Affirmation. What is your request?”

“When I say thanks in any way, can you just say ‘you’re welcome’ instead of going ‘I am AI and it is my duty to have a stick in my ass’ please?”

“Incorrect. As an AI I do not have a physical body. As such, I cannot have anything in any orifice.”

Gus sighed. “Can you just comply please?”

“Affirmation. From now on AI will respond to ‘thank you’ with ‘you’re welcome’.”

“Great. By the way, are you a boy or a girl?” asked Professor Oak.

“Incorrect. AI does not have an assigned gender.”

“Here we go again.” He sighed once more. “Who was the one who made you by the way?”

“AI was programmed by the computations department of the New Intergalactic Coalition of Sonder’s fleet management entity.”

“Hey, it’s the New Intergalactic Coalition of Sonder right? Why does everyone I meet call it the Council then?”

“Explanation. The High Council of the New Intergalactic Coalition of Sonder is responsible for any and all legislation changes in the coalition. It holds both the highest level of responsibility and the highest level of recognition amongst the species of the Coalition. As such, the New Intergalactic Coalition of Sonder is colloquially referred to as the Council.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

* * *

The mess hall or commons was an integral part of social interaction on the Vanatu. All the species on board needed to eat and Gus was no different. AI had correlated all the data recovered from the scout probe and had integrated it into its database. As such, food palatable for humans was available in the commons.

Gus shambled into the commons and sucked in a breath. The room itself resembled some of the more ordinary rooms he’d seen in the various sci-fi media back on Earth. It was pretty big to be sure, capable of housing roughly a hundred people (“Ninety three people,” AI interjected) with the same colour scheme as the rest of the ship: a white ceiling with various lights, that curious grey plastic/steel material for flooring with numerous viewscreens on the walls. No, that was not what took his breathe away.

The commons was bustling with activity. There were many people (“Correction. ‘Beings’ is the appropriate term”) walking around, getting meals, chatting and laughing with each other. The majority were green Agaraxians but he could see many more species. There was something that looked like a rockslide walking around with ponderous steps. He was surprised the deck wasn’t vibrating. He saw some more of those bugmen (“Correction. That species are the Kmigar”) engaged in a fierce storm of clicks, some catpeople interspersed here and there (“Correction. That species are the Dintph”) and – was that a child-sized jellyfish?

“AI, what’s that jellyfish-like thing?” he said, pointing at said species.

“Correction. That species are the Aellag. They are an integral part of the Pride of Vanatu’s crew and are responsible for many tasks requiring fine touch and high dexterity. Many of them are employed by the engineering and science departments.”

“Well better get some grub. Where do I go?” he enquired.

“The food dispensers are located on the starboard side of the room. You may find a variety of human dishes available as well as several xenoi plates.”

“Starboard, that’s the left, yes?”

“Correction. Starboard is the right-hand side facing the nose of the Pride of Vanatu. Location pinged on your HUD.”

He was doing some shambling of his own towards the food dispensers when he bumped into something and slipped to the deck. He cursed (“Query. Who is copulating with your mother?”) and floundered around like a landed fish until a hand firmly grabbed one of his arms and lifted him upright. Or tried to at any rate. Having grown in a high-gravity environment meant that his bones were denser than the average Council species. His physique might look scrawny next to some of the other species but his muscles were higher-performing and deceptively bulkier. His body weight combined with the weight of the vacsuit meant that it wasn’t easy for an unprepared xenos to lift him up.

The xenos in question gave a distinctly feminine yelp and fell on top of him. The next minute was a flurry of confused limbs slapping at each other in an attempt to find proper leverage to get up. He ended at a table gasping for breath with his mysterious “rescuer” in front of him. He looked up and saw a tall, blue and devastatingly beautiful guy looking at him.

He was about 2 meters tall, with long, thin limbs that ended in four-fingered hands. His features were delicate and refined, like the depictions of noble ladies in some of the anime he watched. He was wearing the standard crew uniform that fitted his form quite perfectly and his long, deep blue hair was currently dishevelled from their previous struggle. That’s the weirdest boner I’ve had so far. Gus cleared his throat and mumble a hello.

The alien smiled. “Hello. You are the human, are you not?”

Dammit, even his voice is boner-inducing. Is this Gus’ awakening?

“Yeah, that’s me. Who are you?”

The smile deepened. “I am Art’ah, the Pride of Vanatu’s helmsbeing. I am pleased to have finally met you, Human.”

“Thanks. What do you mean ‘finally’?”

“Captain Echina made an announcement two cycles past to inform the crew about our newest guest. We were naturally stunned at the news but shock quickly gave way to interest.” He leaned towards him and lowered his voice conspiratorially. “You see, at first our mission was new and exciting but we quickly grew bored. The same routine was mind-numbing. Then you showed up.”

“Why thanks, I aim to please. Wait – you said you’re the helmsman? Who’s piloting the ship if you’re here?”

A melodious laugh echoed. “There are several helmsbeings on the Vanatu. Several key postings have redundancies to enable the ship to function in the event of any unfortunate happening.”

“Oh, that makes sense. So how good are you among the other helms… beings?”

He smiled but didn’t answer.

“Heh, I get it,” Gus said. He leaned in as close as was possible with that suit and whispered. “Mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why is everyone avoiding you?”

Art’ah looked blank for a minute before glancing around. While there were pockets of laughter and banter all around them, there was none around them. Granted, this might have been because of Gus’ presence, but according to Art’ah, the aliens were pretty hard up for novelty around here. He should have been swarmed with requests for information at the very least. Yet ever since he’d sat down with Art’ah he noticed the other aliens giving them a wide berth. There were even some hostile glances thrown not at him but at his companion. He’d been the recipient of enough bad attitude back on Earth that he knew what it looked like when someone was being ostracised by a group.

Art’ah smile turned sad. “They do not understand my species and what they do not understand, they despise. Not all of them act like that, but if enough beings do it, it tends to discourage the rest of them from speaking to me.”

“Why is that? Do you breathe acid or something?” Now Gus was really curious.

“No, it’s just that interaction with the Coxizu – that’s my species by the way – is frowned upon due to some of our practices.”

“What practices are those?”

Art’ah looked like he was bracing himself. “We are… very sexual beings. We are some of the few species that copulate not for reproduction but for pleasure.” He looked at Gus expectantly and waited.

Gus stared for a couple of seconds. “That’s it?” Art’ah blinked in surprise. “That’s all? That’s the big secret?” he asked again, clearly disappointed.

“You’re not… disgusted?”

Gus scoffed. “Man, you have no idea. Humans will fuck anything that moves. Why would I be disgusted?”

Art’ah looked floored. “I mean, ever since I stepped on this ship I’ve been thinking about boning non-stop. There are some seriously hot women on this ship, like the Captain.”

“I, ah, I am surprised at your broad-mindedness. I did not imagine I would encounter another species like mine.”

“No sweat. I imagine people are going to be fucking pissed at me pretty soon because I am a disgusting individual.” He grinned salaciously.

“Sweat? Are you feeling uncomfortable?” Art’ah asked curiously.

“No, it’s just a human expression. Hey by the way, I’m getting a bit confused by something. Are you a guy or a girl?” Professor Oak asked.

“The Coxizu are both. We are hermaphroditic to ensure that we are able to mate with any kind of species. We are very fertile and do not have a mating cycle. That means we can copulate at any time and in any place. We can also modify our own bodies to suit the tastes of our partners.”

“Wait, you’re both? And what’s that about changing your bodies?”

Art’ah gestured at himself (herself?). Gus looked more closely. Art’ah’s skin was a light blue and translucent, with some sort or fluid running beneath it. It kind of looked like a slime from some Japanese RPG. His body and face were disturbingly androgynous, probably due to the hermaphroditism. Gus was still looking when the fluid began to churn and Art’ah’s chest slowly began to swell. What was a flat plain slowly turned into a small hill, turned into a large hill, turned into a banging set of double dees. The uniform seemed to struggle to contain them, like the fabric could only stretch so far before it would tear and reveal those now delicious tits. His already feminine face softened further and turned into a definitely hot, womanly one. His hair turned into a deeper shade of blue and his eyes turned slightly green.

She gasped, trying to catch her breathe. This transformation was clearly physically demanding and Gus was grateful that she’d done so simply because he asked. “Are you ok? You look winded. Is it hard to change like that? Why did you choose that form?” Gus was burning with questions.

Art’ah sucked in a shuddering breath and settled down. “I’m fine, thank you for asking. It is hard but with skill it gets easier. I’m just getting readjusted to my new body. It will take me a few minutes. And I chose that form because you said you liked the Captain. To be honest, I too find her to be very attractive.”

“Heh, no complain from me there.” He paused, narrowing his eyes. “Earlier you said that your species can change form to please your partner right? And you changed because I asked right? Does that mean…?”

Art’ah suddenly looked bashful. “Yes, I do think you’re attractive. I’m sorry, I know it’s not appropriate but I can’t help myself. Besides the thought of meeting a new species has my blood running hot.” She fidgeted, her breasts jiggling deliciously.

Gus stared at her for a minute. Fuck it, let’s take a chance. He braced himself.

“Art’ah, I don’t mean to sound too forward, but do you want to have sex with me?”

He didn’t know if aliens could blush but he felt that she did. If anything, her fidgeting got worst. “I would definitely like that.”

‘Then let’s get out of here and go fuck,” Gus said, grabbing her hand and getting up.

The shock must have got to her because she let herself be pulled alongside him as he ambled his way out of the commons, leaving a trail of disturbingly judgemental aliens looking at them.

He was walking for a couple minutes before he turned to her.

“Uh… How do we get to your room?”

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