Sex Tales

Imelda shivered as she felt the warm slickness of it, sliding back and forth between her pussy lips, making her moan against her will. She hated the waves of pleasure radiating from her naked cunt as the tentacle touched her, lubricating her with pink slime, but her limbs felt too numb and heavy to move. And despite her training, despite all the instincts telling her to escape and call for help, her melting mind told her that she was loving this.

“Captain’s Log, Day four thousand ninety-two. The crew grows more and more anxious by the day. They are anticipating the results of our excursion with increasing excitement, as any scientist should when faced with such a beautifully daunting task. We are still searching for the source of the energetic flares, and have narrowed our options down to a small planet in the Xenome quadrant. Planet L-24B9-6, where small bacterial organisms have been the only sign of life for the past two centuries. This is a fascinating discovery in of itself, but the fact that multiple search crews have been lost almost as soon as they got this close is evidently making my crew very uneasy. I hope we will find what we were sent here for, and remain unscathed.”

The woman sat back in her chair as she set the recorder down, her soft brown eyes scanning the scene in front of her. Her crew moved quickly and efficiently around her like the bees she was so fond of when she lived on Earth. Her home in a small Mexican town south of Cancún seemed so far away now, and she was much happier here among the stars, on the Stormchaser 12 with the first all-female crew to open and traverse through a wormhole. The scanners projected the image of a bright pink planet in front of her, striped with magenta and red, surrounded by a few lone asteroids.

“Captain Cruz,” one of her crewmates called from the control bridge, “the radar is picking up a dramatic change in the radiation levels emitted by the planet. Small heat signatures are popping up in clusters of half a dozen to a dozen signals. Strange, isn’t it?” A few strands of her short blonde hair fell gently into her face as she turned around to show the Captain.

“Very,” she responded, pulling up the same image on her own hologram screen. “None of them are very far from this larger signature in sector four… we should investigate.”

“Understood, Captain. In T-minus 23 minutes, we’ll be within shuttle distance. I can send a few parties out to scout the area before we -”

“No,” the Captain interjected, raising a delicate hand to silence the crew member. “I’d like to take a solo shuttle and do a quick scan before I send any of you.”

The blonde looked startled, and a young woman with bright purple hair came to stand beside her. “Captain, with all due respect, it’s very dangerous to put yourself in such a position. We don’t know what’s out there, or what’s causing these heat signatures. It could be hostile - you’re taking a huge risk.”

“I understand that, Christina, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Donna, prepare Solo Shuttle Z34,” she said, the tone of her final words proving that she had made her decision.

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Getting into the flight suits was always a challenge for Captain Imelda Cruz. The suits were streamlined and made of strong latex-like material, designed to be strong enough to move through any common foliage on any planet while remaining smooth and flexible enough to allow them a full range of movement. But the slick pseudo-rubber was always a struggle to fit into, on account of Imelda’s well-endowed body. The way her wide hips and thick, jiggly thighs contrasted with her slim waist made it difficult to pull the suit up onto her body. If she did manage to get it past her voluptuous lower half, the task of pulling it past her slightly pudgy tummy was deceptively easy compared to the fight to get it up past her round, bouncy breasts. Each was at least two handfuls, and she found herself trying ungracefully to stuff them into the chest of the suit every time she had to put it on. But eventually, she managed to slip into the tight white catsuit, and with every blue accent line only serving to highlight her curves, she was ready. She grabbed the helmet that reminded her of the motorcycle helmets on Earth, and headed for the docking bay.

Solo Shuttle Z34 was humming with energy as she stepped into the small cockpit, and she gritted her teeth with anticipation as she locked herself into the seat. The blonde engineer from before stepped forward on the bay, her face wrought with concern. “Be careful out there, Captain Cruz,” she said softly.

Imelda smirked at her, nodding. “I’ll be fine, Perrie. Prep the rest of the crew for exploration. I’ll signal for you when I’m ready.”

Perrie nodded, stepping back, and Imelda closed the shuttle, and she was off.

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She reached the planet with ease, landing on a rocky expanse of pink dust that seemed unexplored thus far. Cautiously, she stepped out of the shuttle, peering around anxiously. The scanner in her hand was picking up all kinds of signals, all of them coming from the same area about three hundred feet away. With a deep breath under the helmet, she set on her way.

Her heart was beating faster and faster as the scanner beeped louder, telling her she was getting closer to some of the clusters of heat signals they had picked up on the ship. As she crept closer, she realized she was standing over a ravine that swirled with pastel pink fog. Her scanner was beeping louder now, and she knew something was down there. Prepping the laser gun strapped to her wrist, she put her scanner away and started to make her way down the rocky slope.

Almost as soon as her feet touched the bottom, she heard a soft moan. It sounded tired and weak, but human. “Hello?” she called out. “This is Captain Imelda Cruz of the Stormchaser 12. Identify yourself.”

“Captain Cruz?” the voice answered back quietly. “You need to leave.”

“Identify yourself,” the Captain repeated. “I am armed and ready to shoot.”

“Captain…”

Imelda glanced down as she walked forward, and gasped. The fog cleared just a little, and she was left staring at the bruised and naked body of a young black woman with hazy eyes. Her belly was swollen, and she was covered in some sort of pink fluid. She wasn’t wearing a helmet, telling Imelda she could breathe this planet’s air, and she touched a button on her helmet that lifted the face of it, allowing her to see the body clearer. “Identify yourself,” Captain Cruz said again, though she turned the gun off and instead crouched down closer to the woman.

The woman shuddered before answering, her eyes still glazed over. “Neh… ohh… N-Nia Jacks-son of… uff… of the Stardweller Eh… Eight…”

“Jesus Christ,” Imelda hissed. This was the head engineer of the last ship that had been sent to this area. “What the hell happened to you?”

“You need to leave,” Nia said again, one hand moving slowly to touch her bloated stomach. “That thing… it’s too good… feels too good… it’ll take you, and… and…”

“What thing?”

“You need to leave b-before it gets you…”

“What fucking thing, Jackson?!”

Too late. Nia fell limp, and the gentle rise-and-fall of her small, naked breasts was the only sign that she was alive. Imelda huffed in frustration, and as she stood up, the fog cleared a little more, and suddenly she was speechless.

Nia wasn’t the only one.

Countless bodies littered the ravine, all women, all naked and bruised and covered in the same pink fluid, and all of them with their stomachs swollen to near-bursting. They were alive, she could tell, but they were all in the same-trance-like state.

Feeling nauseous, Imelda made her way past them across the ravine and hauled herself up the side. For what felt like ages, she followed her scanner, finding more and more groups of naked, tired women with swollen bellies. “What the fuck is going on here…” she muttered. Eventually she reached a cracked pink ravine that she could tell was made of tall, balanced rocks, and she gasped as she spotted someone familiar. “Officer Nuygen!”

She hurried over, careful not to disturb the precarious surface, and kneeled down next to the woman who had trained her, trying her best to ignore the older woman’s lean, muscular naked body and big perky tits. “Officer Nuygen, what’s going on? These women, they’re all… what… what happened to you?”

“Cruz,” Officer Nuygen said softly. She was a little more conscious than the rest, and she gently raised her arm to touch Imelda’s face. “Cruz, you need to get the hell out of here.” She coughed, spitting up a little bit of pink fluid. “We’re beyond saving. You… you need to take your crew and get out of here.”

“No, I’m not leaving you. What the hell did this to you?”

“Imelda… go… get out of here.”

“I can’t, Officer, you know I can’t leave you or the rest of the women here. I’m gonna call the ship, and we’re gonna - woah, woah!”

Something reached up and grabbed her ankle, and the ground underneath her gave way, and suddenly she was dragged away from her trainer and down into the abyss under the rocks. She screamed as she fell, dangling in the air by her leg. She stared down wildly, spotting a bright pink, glowing limb wrapped around her ankle, and on instinct, she pressed a button on her laser gun to load it, and fired.

A direct hit! The appendage split in two, the tip of it still wrapped around her leg, the rest of it falling away, and she felt a rush of savage satisfaction as she watched her shot land. The thrill, however, immediately returned to terror as she realized she was now free-falling in a bit of blackness, and she screamed again, accepting that this was how she would die, before another glowing pink thing reached up and caught her around the middle, lowering her gently onto the ground despite her kicking and screaming. It released her as soon as she was laid on the ground, and she sat there for a moment, wanting to keep a low profile in case whatever the source of the tentacles was knew she was here.

Slowly, she reached up and tapped the button on her helmet to cover her face again, glaring around with her wrist-mounted gun at the ready. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, and her breath was labored and heavy, but she held still, ready for another attack.

She spotted a pink glow out of the corner of her eye, and whipped around to shoot the source, but the beast was quicker - it grabbed ahold of her wrist, effectively disarming her, and she shouted in surprise as she tried to use her other hand to free herself. Another glowing tentacle reached out to grab her other wrist, and she groaned, trying to kick herself loose.

Two more organs appeared to wrap around her calves, and suddenly she was helpless. The adrenaline that had been powering her defiance faded like a match being blown out. She was just scared now - terrified. Something told her that this is what had happened to all those other women, and she was about to be the next victim.

She shivered as another tentacle hovered in front of her, whimpering in fear. It looked like it was examining her, though she couldn’t see a face. She winced as it drew nearer, struggling again, failing to notice that one of the limbs accidentally pressed the communicator on her other wrist. She gasped, her stomach turning over anxiously as she heard the static of the communicator making contact.

the antennules didn’t care. The pink glow was disorienting up close, and Imelda could only breathe through her nose in panicked little gasps as the others settled her onto her knees, her hands being bound behind her back.