Star Clop: The Free-Use Frontier
Captain’s log, stardate 1422.7. After a much needed week of shore leave, the crew of the ISS Friendship is ready to continue its mission of peaceful exploration. We’re heading towards the Gamma Quadrant of the galaxy, towards one of humanity’s most distant outposts, and from there, into the complete unknown. I’ve received word that we’ll be taking a passenger along towards the outpost. I hope that they enjoy the ride.
I woke up a minute before the lights came on at the ‘dim sunrise’ setting, ten minutes before the alarm would go off. My internal clock thrived on routine, and I’d always been something of a morning person. Especially after a great night of sleep.
“Computer, delay the alarm for two hours,” I whispered as quietly as I could.
“Yes, Captain. Alarm now set for 0800 hours,” came the crisp, synthetic female voice, loud enough to ruin my attempt to not wake anyone up.
“Mmm…” My first officer, Twilight Sparkle, mumbled, then yawned, and I felt her body slightly shiver as she stretched out her legs, “Morning, Captain.”
I let out a sigh. There went my plans for sneaking out of bed to go and make a surprise breakfast.
“On the bridge, I’m the Captain. Here, you can call me Tim,” I insisted as I gave her a light squeeze. The petite Unican woman was soft in all the right places, and I could have easily spent the next two hours continuing to spoon with her.
“Well, Captain, thank you again for a wonderful time last night.” Twilight shifted around to face me. Her heavy breasts were pressed against my chest as she leaned forward and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Unican women had lips that tasted distinctly of cherries. Pegasun women made me think more of fresh vanilla. With her mixed heritage, I thought that Twilight’s morning breath reminded me of peaches and cream, “Maybe we can do the same tonight?”
“We’ll see.” As much as I trusted, valued, appreciated... and to be frank, lusted after... Twilight, my responsibilities as the Captain meant that I could only play favorites so much. The ISS Friendship had 431 crewmembers on board, and I was the only man available to satisfy those looking for male companionship in the vast, empty reaches of space. It wouldn’t be fair to them if I only ever took one woman to bed.
Though if I had to take just one, Twilight would be an easy pick. Long, silky, straight black hair that shined. A waif-like body so small I could easily lift her with one hand, and so soft my fingers felt like they could sink into any part of her. And two big, heavy breasts from her Pahgusian mother’s side of the family that were each large enough to use as a pillow and looked absolutely oversized on her small frame.
But as Captain, it was my duty to spread the love, so to speak.
Speaking of which, “And let’s be quiet. I wouldn’t want to wake up Fluttershy.”
Twilight giggled, put her palm to my cheek, then lightly turned my head towards the other side of the bed... which was empty, “You thought you were the only one who likes to get up early, Captain?”
“Hrm. I suppose not. Though I wonder what could have been so important that Fluttershy would feel the need to sneak out of bed this early for?”
Right on cue, the bedroom door slid open automatically, and Fluttershy stood in its frame, her wavy pink hair still sticking up with adorable bits of bedhead from last night’s fun, “Good morning, Captain! I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I made a little of everything.”
Much to my delight, she was dressed in nothing but an apron. A very poorly fitting apron, her two titanic breasts spilling out of it on either side. The string normally tightened at the hips, but with her breasts pushing it so far forward, the string was just around her ribs, and the hem of the apron just barely came down past her vulva, only giving me a flash when she walked forward. Her Pegasun biology made sure that she wasn’t just blessed with small wings well-suited for navigating in zero gravity and some of the nicest breasts in the galaxy, but the wide, child-bearing hips that flared out on either side of the apron.
She was carrying a fully loaded breakfast tray, and I felt slightly embarrassed as she laid it on over the bed. The warm aromas wafting up to his nose though did a lot to soothe my slightly bruised ego, “Above and beyond, as always, Shy. I can’t think of a better way to start my day.”
Sausage, bacon, ham... all of it synthetic, but the savory and salty taste was just what I needed to replenish myself after the workout I’d had last night; I needed that protein most of all. And the chilled milk, surface already beading with water, was the perfect refreshment to wash it all down. Twilight took three of the energy bars left unwrapped on the corner of the tray. Ever efficient, it was like pulling teeth to get her to broaden her palette. Meanwhile, Fluttershy took the lion’s share of the blueberry pancakes for herself, demolishing the stack one syrup-drenched forkful at a time. It took a lot of calories to keep that hourglass figure of hers in top condition, even if, like most Pegasun women, it tended to always end up in all the right places regardless.
Conversation was light as we ate. We talked about the performance of Hamlet we’d enjoyed yesterday. The upcoming season of space badminton. The new cowboy-themed holodeck scenario due out in a few weeks. I was impressed that Twilight managed to almost make it through the entire meal without turning the conversation towards work.
“So about the report on the quantum nebula we’re heading towards. The readings showed that space-time was—ow!”
I pinched her pale purple cheek, then gave it a soft pat, “Shore leave isn’t over for another few hours, Sparkles. There will be plenty of time to discuss that on the bridge.”
Twilight rubbed her cheek, letting out a sigh, “... Yes, Captain. And it’s two hours and thirty-three minutes.”
“One of these days, you’re going to call me Tim.” As far as I knew, dedication to the job and being a stickler for formalities wasn’t part of Unican or Pegasun biology or culture. My Chief Science Officer was just peculiar in her own special way.
“Maybe. But I doubt it will be today, Captain,” Twilight answered with an impish smile.
I rolled my eyes, then looked towards Fluttershy. She’d been even more quiet than usual. Now that I looked at her, the flush of her skin was a bit healthier than usual. I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her close, pressing her forehead against mine, “I’m no medical expert, but seems like you have a fever, Shy. Did Twilight hog the covers again last night?”
“N-no! I’m fine, Sir.” Fluttershy had some problems calling me by my first name as well. Even after serving together for six months, she still seemed to be intimidated by me and more than a little skittish.
“It’s just... ah…” She swallowed. Whatever she wanted to say, it was stuck in her throat now.
“You’re the Chief Medical Officer for the entire ship, Shy. You more than anyone else needs to set an example for the rest of the crew. So if you’re feeling under the weather, you should get some rest, and—”
“It’s not that, Sir! I just...” Now that I was looking directly at her, the redness on her light-skinned cheeks was getting more intense.
“Captain, look at her breasts,” Twilight interjected. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but she didn’t have to tell me twice, “Notice the beads of sweat on her skin. Like Terrans, a Pegasun wouldn’t perspire like this under a normal fever. Officer Fluttershy’s breathing is also more rapid than usual by more than 42.8 percent.”
“42.8 percent, eh?”
“More than, Captain. And less than 42.9 percent. If my hypothesis is correct, then…” Twilight leaned over the tray, wrapping her left arm around my neck to hold her balance, and reached up underneath Fluttershy’s apron, snaking her way up those heavy breasts to press her palm against her chest, “Accelerated heart rate, Captain.” Her hand reversed course, diving between the Pegasun’s thighs and making her nearly jump off the bed, “Vascular engorgement of the vulva, along with vaginal discharge… Captain, Fluttershy isn’t sick. Her body wishes to mate with you again.”
“Again!?” I said a little louder than I should have. Looking at Fluttershy, it was more than obvious that Twilight was right. She was aroused... and plenty embarrassed too, “I mean… I thought that after yesterday, you would…”
After yesterday, I had hoped that Fluttershy would have been well-sated for the next month at least. Quiet and demure as she normally was, once her switch was flipped, she became one of the most amorous women on the entire ship.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I know it’s selfish, but I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt last night. That thing you did with your fingers. Trying out the Zero-G Pegasun breeding press for me. And spanking my ass and calling me a… a… filthy whore who can’t live without your cock…” She was squirming on the mattress.
She’d insisted on that last one. It was surprising how many masochists were on this ship.
Well… I did have more than two hours before I was needed on the bridge. I took the cold pitcher of milk and refilled my glass, then splashed it all over Fluttershy’s apron. The fabric was thin, and I could see her pink nipples stiffening up as the cold liquid soaked her body as the apron clung to her shapely curves.
“How clumsy my maid is this morning. Look at the mess you’ve made. You’ll clean this up immediately!”
“Hahhh…!” Fluttershy’s hips were already rocking, and she was smiling as she answered, “Y-yes, Sir… I mean… yes, Master! Right away! Sorry, Sir!”
She gathered up the dishes onto the tray, focused on obeying, and as she walked to the door, I was distracted by that perfect heart-shaped ass of hers. Before she could leave though, “And once you’re finished with the dishes, you’ll report to the shower. I’ll discipline you personally while you clean yourself up.”
Her legs trembled at the thought, and I could see the clear juices running down her thighs, “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master!”
I chuckled as Fluttershy left the room, looked to Twilight, “Are you coming?”
Twilight slid out of bed, grabbed her left wrist with her right hand, then stretched her arms up high over her head, and let out a healthy yawn as she stretched. Her breasts might not have been quite as big as Fluttershy’s, but on a tiny frame like hers, they looked titanic. And absolutely splendid when she was stretching, “Not today, Captain. I don’t have Miss Shy’s stamina, and you were quite thorough last night.”
“Really? You’re all tuckered out, are you?”
She giggled, shook her head, “No, Captain. It’s simply that if you did fuck me again like you did last night, I’d be walking funny for the rest of the day. If I could walk at all.”
Twilight leaned over the bed, supporting herself with one hand on the headboard and the other on my bulge. She gave me a lingering kiss, her creamy sweet tongue feeling warm against my own, “Besides. A bit of sexual frustration is good to keep me motivated. I’ll see you on the bridge, Captain.”
Her and me both. It might be odd to think that you could be the sole male on an entire starship crew of more than 400 women and still ache for more, but there was always work to be done and not enough time to do it all.
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
It took me longer than I thought to satisfy Fluttershy. Lucky for me, when we were finished with our fun, she was more than happy to play my fantasy maid slave for just a few minutes longer to help me actually get clean, shave, and dress, before slipping into her own nurse uniform and heading off to the ward.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked as we walked together towards the turbolift, her arm around my waist, my hand on her pink latex-covered ass of her uniform.
“Captain?” She looked up at me with wide, doe-eyes, blushing bright red. As enthusiastic as she was inside the bedroom, the thought of being naughty where anyone else could see her was enough to give her a fever.
“This.” I reached towards her throat, then gave the D-ring of the leather collar she’d put on a light tug.
“Oh...oh! I completely…!” She ran over to the hallway’s replicator, jammed her palm down on the button, “Turtleneck, pink!”
It took several times longer for her to pull the snug sweater over her impressive curves than it did for the ship to produce the item, but by the time she was poking her head out of it, Fluttershy had calmed down considerably, “There! That’s better. Don’t you think, Captain?”
I chuckled, “Well, sure. But you could have just taken it off, you know?”
“I know… but I like wearing it. And I like the idea of wearing it without anyone else knowing about it too.” She went up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek, then went onto the turbolift ahead of me.
I rubbed the five o’clock shadow where her lips had pressed down, then got into my own lift.
It felt good to be back in my own uniform, and even better to step onto the bridge. Even though I had thirty seconds to spare, the room was full already, everyone else at their stations. They were well-trained enough that they didn’t need me looking over their shoulders, but it was good to still check in. I skipped over Twilight. She was seated to my right and her eyes were glazed over as she poured over the dense text of some report, off in her own little world.
“Report, Dash. How’s the ship?” I asked the Pegasun Senior Navigation Officer.
Like Fluttershy, she was soft in all the right places and extra top-heavy in two, but with most of her free time spent at the gymnasium, there was limber muscle hiding just under that layer of softness. The tightness of her skintight, latex-thin blue and yellow bodysuit confirmed just how healthy she was, while the bright rainbow-hued hair was spiked to show off her rebellious nature, “She’s purring, Captain. With the new tune up, I bet she could leave the atmosphere at 0 to warp 1 in under ten seconds.”
“Yes, well, that would also blast the entire planet’s atmosphere out into space, so let’s ascend out of here at the normal speeds this time.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Dash chuckled. It’d no doubt been a joke. Probably.
As I settled into the Captain’s chair, I looked over to the communications station, “Any word from the Federation?”
“No, darling,” Rarity turned her stool around to face me. A full Unican, she was a few inches shorter than even Twilight, her slight build making her look decades younger than she really was, her shiny purple hair in delicate curls that framed her face and cascaded down her back. The dress code on the ship was lax, but the woman liked to push those limits. Today, she was wearing a red slingkini, the straps less than an inch wide. The straps looped around her back, managing to lift up her small breasts to give them a more womanly shape, “Oh. There is one thing. A private request for passage to the Gamma Outpost. A traveling… magician? It’s already been approved by Fleet Admiral Celestia, and she’ll be beaming in before takeoff.”
A magician? “You mean she’s some sort of entertainer?”
“Yes, Captain. It seems that part of the deal involves her giving the crew live performances,” Rarity said as she swiveled her stool back to her station.
As she did, I couldn’t help but notice that her uniform today was completely bare on the lower half. I wondered for a few seconds how she was keeping it so tight between her legs, and the answer I deduced was very distracting. So much so that I missed whatever it was she said next, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
“Yes, darling. Miss Pie has gone down to the transporter room to welcome the guest,” Rarity had that teasing lilt in her voice, the one she used whenever she knew her charms were working on me. I don’t think a day went by that she didn’t get to use it on me.
Pinkie Pie. It’s not that I didn’t trust the ship’s Morale Officer to make a good first impression, it’s just that... well, no. It was exactly that. I didn’t trust her to do that, or really much of anything. “Things seem to be well in order here. Twilight, you have the bridge. I’ll go and welcome this guest as well.”
“Huh? Oh. Yes, Captain. Sure thing,” Twilight was already back to reading what appeared to be a dissertation on bacteria found on meteors. I’d have scolded her, but operations for today could not be any more routine, and it should be enough to have her here in case of an emergency.
Just a few minutes after stepping onto the bridge, I was already back inside the turbolift. When I arrived at the transporter room, it wasn’t a moment too soon.
“No. Not again. Absolutely not. Put that thing away!”
Chief Morale Officer Pinkie Pie had a confetti cannon aimed right at the transporter deck. Unorthodox to say the least, but the last time she’d fired it off it’d knocked the Twi’lek ambassador off the platform and right into the wall. Not to mention how much of a hassle it was to get rid of all the glitter everywhere.
“Awww… come on, Timmy! This time it’ll be different, promise! This one doesn’t even have any gunpowder in it.” Pinkie Pie pressed her body against me, and I hesitated. Even though she was a full-blooded Terran from planet Earth just like me, it was hard to remember that looking down at her. She was every bit as short as your average Unican, her head not quite coming up to my shoulder, but her chest was even more stacked than your usual Pahgusian. Unlike either race, she did have that Terran trait of being able to carry a bit of extra pounds around. No sane man or woman would venture to even call her chubby though. Not when the extra weight suited the thick curves of her body perfectly. That slight muffin top on her belly, and one of the biggest asses in all of Starfleet. Add in that curly, bright pink hair and the rumors that she had a touch of Pegasun DNA in her ancestry made more sense.
Resisting that allure required pure force of will. I knew that better than anyone, since I’d let her have her way with the ship more times than I cared to remember. The memory of the ambassador still fresh on my mind, I managed to resist this time, “Did you get Sparkle’s approval?”
“Welllll… not technically, but she did tell me to stop bothering her with my,” Pinkie put up air quotes, “...ahem… ‘hare-brained nonsense and time-wasting frivolities’. So that’s kind of like permission, right?”
I rubbed the bridge of my nose for a long moment. In truth, Pinkie was invaluable. Keeping morale high on a ship isolated in the furthest reaches of space was no easy task, and she was damn good at her job. However, her methods could be unconventional to say the least, and prone to cause trouble.
“For now, let’s put the cannon away, shall we? You’ll get a chance to show it off at the next outpost, I’m sure.”
“Fiiiine.” Pinkie gave my shoulder a light jab, looking up at me with a big grin on her face. It made me wonder if she’d been serious about the cannon at all or was just bringing it out to tease me. But then I remembered the last time she’d fired it and dropped that idea entirely.
The matter had been resolved just in time, because the transport platform was coming to life, circuitry humming, and the shimmering outline of the guest started to take shape. Short and petite, making me immediately judge her to be another Unican. But as her body started materializing, I noticed that her chest was much too bouncy for a full-blooded Unican. Another half-breed like Twilight?
The rest of her molecules found their proper place, then became solid, and I took her in fully. Long, snow white hair. Light, peach-colored skin. Definitely a Unican, with those slender arms, slight frame, and large eyes. But her breasts were almost bursting out of her purple leotard.
The fabric of the leotard dwindled to two twin triangles that seem plastered over her breasts rather than providing any support, and yet they still rode high on her chest rather than sagging down to her navel like gravity demanded they should.The high-cut leotard rode up high past her hips, and I could see from the shiny reflection of the room’s wall that it left her butt completely bare. She did wear a cape, which might have provided some decency there... if not for its very deliberate shortness putting paid to that. Completing the ensemble were purple thigh-high boots, matching fingerless opera gloves, and a large, wide-brimmed purple witch’s hat.
It was colorful to say the least, and I was already mentally clearing my schedule to get some time alone with this absolute knockout.
Right up until she opened her mouth.
“Greetings! So this is the ISS Friendship? The grrrreat and powerful Trixie thinks it looked much more impressive from the outside. But I’m sure you’ll all do your best to give Trixie the VIP treatment she deserves.”
“Hm.” I strode forward, reached out a hand to shake her own, noticing they felt soft and cool to the touch, “Captain Timothy Stone. Welcome aboard. Trixie, was it? I’m happy to have you along.”
There was a light blush on her cheeks as she craned her neck up to meet my gaze. Even if her personality screamed queen bitch, I thought that I might be able to get her to mellow out. Trixie licked her lips, opened her mouth to speak...
“Yeah!” Pinkie didn’t even wait for me to finish shaking hands, instead grabbing Trixie’s other hand in both of hers and enthusiastically swinging up and down, “We’ve never had a magician on the ship! I thought that kind of thing was for children’s birthday parties, or gambling dens of depravity, so this is super cool!”
Trixie had to readjust her hat after that handshake, breaking contact with me and Pinkie both, and the corners of her mouth turning down as she regarded my morale officer, “Trixie can assure you, she shall provide more than mere children’s entertainment. For Trixie is not just a stage performer, but an actual wielder of the arcane.”
“The arcane?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Real magic. Real spells. I bend the very fabric of the cosmos to my will to perform my feats that will dazzle and amaze you!” Trixie jumped a step back, twirled on one foot as she flourished her cape, and let loose a small fireworks display of sparkles around her.
“Ooooo…!” Pinkie was wide-eyed and enamored, clapping her hands together fast.
I was less impressed. The galaxy was a big place, but I’d yet to see any so-called supernatural phenomenon that didn’t have a perfectly scientific explanation, whether they were self-proclaimed gods or ‘mystical’ time portals or beings of pure energy that defied all known laws of physics and couldn’t be explained by science. Well… not yet, anyways.
“It would be an honor if you were to perform at tomorrow’s variety show, Miss Trixie!” Pinkie said as she finished clapping, “You’ll be a hit!”
“Variety show?” Trixie’s mouth twisted, as though even saying it aloud was physically painful, “You mean you want Trixie to share the spotlight with inferior talents? That is simply unacceptable!”
“Awww… don’t be like that!” Pinkie wrapped her arm around Trixie’s neck, sticking the two girls side by side as if they were already best friends, their titanic breasts both slapping together as she led Trixie out of the transporter room, “Everyone gets to show their stuff off, and it’s not about being better or worse than anyone. Just about having fun! You’re going to love it.”
“The grrrrreat and powerful Trixie is not some—” Trixie was obviously not happy, but she was being carried along by Pinkie out of the room.
I let out a sigh of relief. I’d been worried that our guest might be the type to cause trouble, but so far, this one seemed completely harmless.
“Oh my, don’t you look dashing, Darling~?” Rarity said as she met me at the doors to her quarters. I doubt it had anything to do with the outfit I’d chosen for our date: a simple grey wrap-around tunic with the same comfortable black pants I wore on duty. Honestly, I felt a bit underdressed after seeing what she was wearing for tonight.
This morning she’d been on duty in one of the skimpiest micro-bikinis I’d ever seen, and tonight she was in a formal white dress with so many shiny sequins I thought I might go blind if I stared too hard at her. It was a strapless gown that left her shoulders bare, but was still high enough to cover her chest completely, clinging to her body tight enough that I could see the slight curve of her stomach, relaxing at the hips so that when she moved her legs would shimmer as the loose floor-length skirt swayed. Somehow, she was able to pull both off flawlessly.
“Well, you look… incredible.” Rarity might not have had the curves of other girls on the ship, but it was hard to imagine anything that could improve on her perfect petite style, especially when she put even the slightest bit of effort into impressing someone. And I was impressed, my heart beating hard in my chest.
“Oh, you flatterer~ Come along, darling, we don’t want to be late, do we?” Rarity said as she took my hand in hers. She was too short to comfortably walk arm in arm with me, and the height difference—I was 6’2, while my communications officer was among the shortest on the crew at only 4’9—made it feel like I was taking my daughter out on a playdate rather than a romantic evening, “I’m so very looking forward to tonight’s performance. Octavia told me she has been preparing this solo for months now.”
“Yes, I think it will be very… very…” I trailed off, because as I looked down at Rarity, I noticed for the first time that her outfit wasn’t nearly as innocent as I’d imagined it to be: the entire back of the dress was missing!
Oh, there was a strap at the shoulders, at her waist, and just above her hip, and she was wearing a lacy pair of pure white panties that almost blended into her pale, milky skin, but the sight of that narrow, slender naked back of hers caught me so off-guard it left me tongue-tied.
“Oh, finally noticed, darling? Quite the statement, isn’t it?” Rarity stepped ahead of me, giving me an even better view, then began modeling the dress for me, facing me forwards then backwards, again and again.
“I’ll say!” I shook my head, “You’re going to give me a heart attack, dressed like that.”
She graced me with a wonderfully musical giggle, then took my hand once more, “I certainly hope not! If you can’t handle this much, then you’re really going to be in trouble when we come back to my place tonight.”
We took the turbolift down to the theater, then found our seats. Even though there were only fifty seats in the theater and we came in just a few minutes before the show was about to begin, it wasn’t crowded. Some of the crew simply weren’t interested in watching their crewmates perform. Others wanted to do so from the comfort of their own room, either on a monitor or with augmented reality that let them see things from whatever angle they wanted.
I’d done the same on more than one occasion, but as Captain, I felt I had a duty to show Pinkie my support. Besides, there was a certain novelty and thrill to going out on a date rather than staying in one’s quarters.
Rarity and I found seats far in the back, giving us a bit of privacy as most of the crowd was sitting up in the front. The seats were large, comfortable recliners with various massage, heat, and vibration settings and adjustments that could be made. One of those adjustments had the two side-by-side chairs lock together into a single loveseat, so as I relaxed with my arms spread out on top, Rarity was already snuggling against my side.
“Hey! Aren’t you going a bit fast?” I asked when I felt her tiny hand rubbing against the crotch of my pants. Not that I made any move to stop her.
“I just want you to relax, darling. Who knows what kind of show Pinkie has planned for tonight? And just in case there’s anything unforeseen, I want to make sure I took this chance when I had it.” Those magic fingers of her felt good, and I let out a sigh of relief as she freed my cock from the pants.
A few of the crewmates had already noticed, though they were polite enough to give me my space. Sure, they’d unashamedly watch and finger themselves to the little performance I had ended up giving them, but there was enough ship discipline to keep them from catcalling or asking to join in.
“Alright. Then let me help you relax too, darling.” As I lifted Rarity up into my lap, it felt like she weighed as light as a feather. Her naked back felt soft and cool, but as she wiggled in my lap and let my cock slide between her thighs, her hairless slit was already slick with hot juices. She was small enough that I could see the tent of my cock on her dress, and as she started rocking her hips, she also began to massage the helmet of my cock through her dress, “Because I think this is less you wanting me focused on the show and more about you wanting your brains fucked out.”
“Mmmmn~ I’ll have you know, Sir, that I’m a good girl. The thought hadn’t... hahh... hadn’t even crossed my mind.” Hardly convincing when she was grinding her hips up and down on my cock, holding onto my forearms for support. Hardly convincing, but very cute.
I reached down and grabbed her, my fingers sinking into her marshmallow-soft but perky ass, then lifted her up. My cock was fully hard now, lying flat against my stomach, “Ready?”
“Hiii…!” Rarity covered her mouth with both hands to hold in the squeal she wanted to make, then nodded her head vigorously up and down. Eager as she was, I still took it slowly. Unican women might be flexible and slightly elastic, but since this was my first date with Rarity, I wanted to make sure I didn’t end up hurting her.
As I parted her swollen vulva with my cock, there was a bit of resistance. Her naked back pressed against me, I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, so I eased up, held her there for a few seconds and waited. It didn’t take long for her body to stop tensing up, and in that moment I started lowering her again. This time, her pussy swallowed the head of my cock, and like a key going inside of a lock, the rest started sliding in easily.
Right up until I hit her cervix, “Hahhh! Big! You’re... dahhling…!!!”
“Fuck...” I whispered into her ear, “Are you okay? Doesn’t hurt?”
She was filled up to the brim, her tight walls clenching down on me as her body spasmed with the orgasm, but I still had four or five inches to go, so I kept holding her up. Even if she wasn’t going up and down on my cock, I could feel my shaft twitching inside of her. It wasn’t just that she was tight, wet, and hot, she was gripping my cock and milking it, trying to pull it deeper and refusing to let go.
As her squirming relaxed into shivers and her moaning softened, I whispered into her ear, “Can you keep going?”
“I’m not... hahhh... a virgin, Stone. This isn’t the first time…. nnngh... I mean... yes. Slowly, if you please.”
I chuckled, then let her drop. The head of my cock was already pressed against her cervix, so her body had no choice but to stretch. I could see the fabric of her dress bend as her skinny stomach slightly bulged from the deep penetration.
“Hahhh… you’re such a brute!” Rarity hotly whispered, squeezing my forearms tightly.
I ran my fingers through her hair, then gripped it, giving her a kiss on her neck before whispering back, “Just wait till after the show. I’ll show you a real brute then. Show you just how easily I can manhandle a tiny little thing like you.”
That set her off, and Rarity began moaning as she started bouncing in my lap, grinding against my cock. By now, I think there were more girls turning back in their seats to watch us than there were facing forwards. I felt like something of a performer myself. The only man on the ship. Sure, nearly every woman was bisexual, but there was an odd dissonance as they looked at me, judging me as their commanding officer while also seeing a piece of meat. Lips were bitten down on. Girls squirmed and fingered themselves and each other. A few girls matched Rarity’s pace as exactly as they could; they’d had plenty of practise with that, as the synthetic mold of my cock was one of the most popular prints on the ship’s replicator.
It was a distraction, but I still kept my attention on Rarity. The rest would get their chance sooner or later. For tonight, she was the only woman I had plans for.
“Captain... darling... Sir... ohhh... fuh—” I shoved three fingers roughly into Rarity’s mouth, stifling her protests to keep her quiet. She groaned around them , her hot tongue probing as he bit down weakly. It was enough to push her into her second orgasm, and the feeling of her cumming hard on my cock was enough to bring me past that edge too.
I grabbed her under the knees with one arm, putting more of her weight solely on my cock, then I took control, thrusting upwards and lifting her body so that I could enjoy full strokes in and out of her rather than the shallow motions she’d been using up till now. She bit down harder on my fingers, moaned around them as I stretched out her orgasm, but I kept going until I felt the familiar sensation of my orgasm coming, grew rougher with my movements, and finally pushed myself over the edge. Rarity, as befit a member of my crew, obediently took her creampie deep inside, mewling as I flooded her womb.
A few more pumps after that, letting her greedy body suck me dry, before I slowly stopped, relaxed my grip, and sagged back into the seat. As I pulled my fingers out of Rarity’s mouth, her tongue lolled out and stayed there; I’d pushed her hard for her first time, and she’d need a few minutes to recover. For now, she was panting and groaning, lightly babbling nonsense.
“...cock...love cock...captain...love you...so good...mmph...marry me...want your babies...want you to breed me…”
She was completely drunk on the pleasure, but I was sure she’d come to her senses soon.
My cock was only half-hard now, but it was still buried deep inside of Rarity. She made no move to try to slide off. Looking down, I saw her flat belly was bigger than ever, swollen rather nicely with the seed she’d taken. Gently as I could, I picked her up and turned her around, letting her straddle my thigh. The liter or so of cum I’d pumped into her immediately started spilling out, and after a minute, there was the familiar tingling of the ship’s Transporter disassembling all of the molecules of my cum and teleporting them over to a more sterile location.
Thank goodness for modern technology that could beam a man from orbit onto the surface of a planet, and with that same technology keep a theater nice and clean after its patrons had enjoyed a bit of fun.
When Rarity recovered, she went up on her knees to whisper into my ear, “Stone… I know I said I wanted to listen to Octavia’s new piece, but it is being recorded… and holding my voice in was absolutely torture! Do you think that we could head back just a little early?”
“A little early? The show hasn’t even started yet!” I laughed at the suggestion, giving her naked ass a squeeze. Still, she had a point. And a very, very cute ass that she was currently grinding against my thigh.
Before I could make my decision though, the stage lights came on. Too late. The show was starting.
“Ladies and Gentleman! Prepare to be amazed! The one! The only! The Grrrrrreat and Powerful Trixie!”
After introducing herself, there was a great big cloud of purple smoke exploding on the center stage, whistling fireworks flying over the crowd’s head, and when the smoke cleared, Trixie stood in all of her glory, hands in the air, beaming with pride and pure ego. And frankly, looking rather amazing in that leotard of hers, the tips of her pink areola peeking out from that massive sampling of cleavage.
What I didn’t expect were her two assistants. Octavia and Pinkie Pie flanked either side of Trixie. Both were dressed in what looked like a shiny black latex bodysuit, except that all the material for the middle of the costume was missing, leaving their torso’s completely bare. The material ended right at the hips on the bottom, while the top half didn’t even cover either chest at all. Instead, each woman wore a set of three heart-shaped purple pasties the same color as Trixie’s outfit, one over each nipple, and another between their legs.
While it was almost decent on Octavia’s tall, graceful body, Pinkie’s pasties were hardly enough, the bright bubblegum pink of her areola surrounding the purple stickers like a halo around the moon during eclipse.
I’d not heard anything about the two of them joining in on the performance. For Pinkie, it was no surprise. Of course she’d volunteer to be part of a real magician’s show. Octavia, on the other hand, from what little I knew of her, was only really comfortable performing classical music, and I’d never seen her wearing anything more scandalous than the Federation’s standard issue uniform.
Even so, both women were grinning brightly as they gestured towards the star of the show.
“Tonight, you will witness the wonder of the arcane! The secrets of the universe! Trixie shall dazzle you, expand your minds, and show you the real power of magic!” the magician haughtily proclaimed as more smoke and fireworks went off behind her.
I settled back into my seat, and Rarity turned herself around, resting against me. She was intrigued too.
“Now… for my first trick, Trixie will need a volunteer from the audience,” The spotlights began dancing across the small crowd.
The show was just beginning.