Sneak aboard the ship? Check.
Secure the bridge? Check.
Take the Orgron leader of the thugs captive? Check.
Do all this without alerting the rest of the crew, thus allowing them to mount an attack on the bridge AND enable the self destruct countdown? Not even close.
Extract the sperm of the Orgron leader so that the less barbaric females of the species could impregnate themselves without needing to be raped? Working on it!
The sound of lasers, phasers, and possible even blazers tore through the air and scorch marks dotted the room where they struck walls and chairs. Fifteen or so armed mercenary thugs had all but taken the bridge back as three valiant mercenaries (not even remotely thuggish) hid behind chairs and computers, trying not to take any hits while sending out a few shots of their own. It was an effort in vain, however. Sooner or later, they’d be pushed up against the glass wall that led only to space and likely riddled with blaster shots. And even then, if the self destruct went off, they would all be goners.
There was Zurak, the hulking blue skinned (not to mention twin cocked) brute ducking behind a half wall of computers and controls, barely able to hide himself from enemy fire. He was the team’s weapons expert. Just a few feet from him was the red scaled reptilian commando, Slyce, whose wicked cunning had gotten them onto the ship in the first place. Closer to the front of the bridge (and the back of the fight) was Fizzle, the goblin-esque tech guru of the crew. Also, he is credited with greatly improving the sex simulator the team had on their ship. He simultaneously took pot shots with his pistol and frantically typed away at his wrist computer.
And just who was the leader of this fearless band of mercenaries?
“Sydney, we got less than a minute before this place goes kaboom!” Fizzle yelled, panic taking over his voice.
“He’s really close, Fizzle! I can fucking tell!” Chimed a half screaming, half moaning from girl from the pilot’s seat.
Sydney was the strangest, most out of place of them all. Yes, you might guess it, but she was in fact…a HUMAN. And she, a stunning redhead with perky boobs and a tight ass that space suits do no justice to (her description, not mine), was the captain of the guns for hire known as Sydney’s Stars. She was currently sitting in the pilot’s chair of the ship. Or more accurately, the Orrgron captain of the ship was sitting in the pilot’s chair, and Sydney was sitting on his dick.
Hey, she had to get that sperm somehow. And typically Orgrons aren’t the negotiating type. They’re more the “smash, shoot, or fuck you until you’re dead” type.
“Fuck, I think I get why your kind is so rapey all the time. All this blood flowing to…fuck…such a thick dick must be torture!” Sydney groaned, bouncing up and down on the disgusting green galoot’s monster cock. “If you weren’t so damn ugly, you’d probably have women all over you!”
For the Orgron’s part, he merely grunted and weakly struggled. Humans were much tighter than female Orgron’s, and he was absolutely paralyzed by the power of pussy.
“Thirty seconds, Sydney!” Shouted Fizzle as the thugs drew even nearer.
“Why. Won’t. You. Fucking. Cum. Motherfucker!” Sydney’s words were punctuated by a sharp moan as her cunt strained to take the massive member. Her screams became more like high pitched squeals as her own orgasm drew nearer. “Just blow your load for fuck’s sake!”
The fiery haired captain thought all hope was lost as Fizzle’s voice once more rang out, saying that only ten seconds were left. However, with barely seconds to spare, it happened. The Orgron’s body tensed, even more than it had been, and while his body remained like a statue, his cock pulsated like a firehose as it pumped a thick ooze into Sydney’s love tunnel.
“Fucking finally…” Sydney breathed, raggedly, speaking into their comms. “Zania, you there? Execute the…get us the fuck out of here…maneuver. That means suit up, boys…”
“You got it, boss.” Came the chipper voice of the team’s pilot.
The team hunkered down behind cover and Sydney pushed herself off the massive dick, the molasses like goop in her pussy slowly leaking onto her thighs. Slowly making their way to the glass wall, they all activated their suits for full coverage, extending a helmet and visor up to safely seal them inside. In their captain’s case, the crotch area of her suit also sealed.
The Ramrod, the Stars’ own ship, drifted into view. It’s cargo bay opened, it fired a photon blast directly at the bridge’s window wall, smashing a huge hole into it. The vacuum of space rapidly sucked out anything that wasn’t bolted down, with the Stars being first. With a combination of expert flailing about, Zani’s piloting skills, and dumb luck, one by one the Stars slammed into the hold, the cargo doors closing just in time as the Orgron captain slammed helplessly against the ship. Fractions of a second later, his ship and any remaining crew members were consumed by a massive fireball and torn to pieces.
“You’re all good?” Zania asked, pulling the Ramrod as far away from the blast as she could.
“We’re all present.” Slyce spoke coolly.
“Thanks for the assist, Zania.” Bellowed Zurak.
“No problem. See ya on the bridge.” She replied.
*****
After Sydney’s Stars recuperated and made the delivery of the sperm to the Federation planet of Aradara, they took flight back into space. The crew spent some time relaxing up in the bridge. Zurak and Slyce played some Kixin (which is a card game that sounds more spacey than just saying they were playing cards), Fizzle catfished horny Federation soldiers online, and the four armed, pink haired Zania put the Ramrod into autopilot so she could watch softcore lesbian porn. Their peace was only interrupted as Sydney entered the bridge.
“Okay gang, I just finalized the payments on our last job. Should be enough to get us some supplies and have a little spending money left over.” The crew paused what they were doing, turning their heads as their captain addressed them. “Oh, and by the way. One more thing. We got…”
We got what? How does this end? You decide readers! Here are your options:
A: Sydney tells the crew that a big, risky job has just been sent there way and they need to complete it post haste.
B: Sydney thinks the crew deserve a vacation after all the hard work they’ve put in the last few months.
C: Sydney informs them that a Federation commander has invited the Stars aboard his fleet cruiser for unknown reasons.
D: We never find out. A surprise attack interrupts Sydney before she can finish!
*****
*Hey, thanks again for reading. I know this is pretty different than usual, but it’s something I’ve wanted to try for a while now. If you want to vote on which direction the story should go, please PM me your decision or post it in the comments. If I don’t end up getting votes for any of the options, I might just not continue this, so if you do like, please go ahead and vote. As always, constructive criticism or requests are looked into and appreciated. I hope you liked this different style. Thanks!*
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/73daeq/the_life_and_times_of_sydneys_stars_mf_scifi
This is super fun!! I’m thinking D, seems the fastest to getting our heroine sooner in a situation that requires some fucking