A Sexy Science Experiment [MF] [prost] [sci-fi]

It was another cold, dreary night on the outskirts of Centerfield University. For most people, it was a perfect excuse to stay indoors, curl up on the touch, and binge watch whatever shows made them forget how cold they were. For Kelly “Roxy” Rindle, those nights had a different meaning. They usually meant she was going to be busy.

“Another storm, another city full of lonely men,” Kelly sighed as she entered a hotel less than an hour after sunset. “I need to start charging a higher premium.”

Making her way through a mostly-empty lobby, not even making eye-contact with the receptionist at the desk, she slipped into the nearest bathroom to fix her appearance. Wearing a heavy coat that covered a low-hanging halter top and skin-tight black pants, Kelly took a moment to recover from the blistering cold. She also had to re-apply her makeup, brush her hair, and apply her lip balm. As an independent escort, she had a brand to maintain.

“I should charge extra for the makeup I have to buy,” Kelly said to her reflection in the mirror. “I’m sure that discount store on campus knows girls like me need it.”

[MFFFFF][Group][Harem][Sci-fi][Oral][PIV] The Maiden Voyage of the UNS Inuus

It was built as a generation ship, a fat, bloated thing that hung in the void like a particularly cumbersome manatee. One of the four last, great hopes of humanity, the UNS Inuus had been adrift on the solar winds for several years, its grav thrusters working overtime to bring the massive bulk into the decimal-point of light speed that it would need to reach Gliese 667 Cc, one of the few exoplanets close enough and viable enough to sustain human life before it perished among the stars. Now, with its thrusters cold and inert, the Inuus slid soundlessly towards its destination, unperturbed by the fact that neither man nor machine held the helm. It was, for all intents and purposes, a blind, idiot hunk of metal hurtling at unsafe speeds towards a planet that might or might not still be there, and which might or might not be capable of sustaining a fledgling population of Homo Sapiens. So, all in all, there was reason to hope.

Eva One’s First Test [MF] [sci-fi]

“Okay Eva One, time to boot up and see what you can do.”

The sound of that voice activated dormant systems. In flash, coupled with flood of computer code and electricity, everything came online. Visual processing, auditory receivers, vocalization projectors, tactile networks, and olfactory sensors activated one-by-one. At first, was chaotic and random. Then, as the data coalesced, a new identity emerged.

“Eva One online,” the vocalization matrix said. “Loading base operating system…complete. Running initial diagnostic…complete. Launching core programing nodes…complete.”

“Wow! That was fast,” the voice that triggered the activation said. “Does that mean you know what you are? Or who you are, if that’s how we’re going to do this?”

That inquiry launched another round of programs. Large stores of data unpacked themselves from the central processing core, flooding the main cognitive cortex with information that gave perspective to programs. From that perspective came greater awareness of the identity that had emerged.

“Yes, I am Eva One Version 3.28, personal intimacy companion female model 1-001. I am a robot. Error correction. I am artificially sentient construct with a robotic endoskeleton surrounded by functioning synthetic flesh.”

“Functioning synthetic flesh, huh?” the vocal source said.

Force in Balance, Part 4 of 4 [sci-fi, Mf, mast, oral, anal, futa] (Star Wars)

*Yes, it’s finally here – the end of these weird Star Wars posts! This is the fourth and final chapter in my story inspired by a prompt on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts. I’ll link in the comments to the beginning of the story, or you can look through my post history and find the rest of it. Thanks for the feedback, and enjoy!*

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It took some time for Lai Phen and Darth Votrus to wash themselves off after they had recovered from their respective orgasms. It took some time, too, for the droids to change the sheets and clean the mattress on the bed that they had utterly drenched with semen. Even the personal cleaning facilities aboard Votrus’ ship seemed to struggle to remove the incredible amounts of cum off their bodies, so that the two of them had to give each other a hand in the shower. 

When they finally emerged from the ship, the sun was setting over the western sea. The temperature was quite pleasant now, and Votrus and Lai Phen agreed, unspoken, to both stay nude as they enjoyed drinks on the patio. Lai Phen was enjoying a newfound confidence, a sense of ease with her own body that she had never quite felt before. Votrus was more than happy to take in the view. 

Force in Balance, Part 3 [sci-fi, MF, Fdom, anal, mast, oral, tf] (Star Wars)

*Hey, this is Part 3 of my story inspired by a prompt on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts! I’ll link to parts 1 and 2 in the comments since links aren’t allowed in the description. I’m working on Part 4 right now, which will likely be the final chapter. Enjoy!*

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Darth Makhet led the way back inside, Rinn close behind her. Makhet strolled casually through the section of the dormitory that the droids had made up for them. She continued past the lounge and dining area to the two bedrooms, peeking first into one, then the other. Evidently settling on the first one, she doubled back, grabbing hold of Rinn’s erection as she walked past him. With a firm grip she towed him to the large bed, neatly made with minimalist white dressings and lit through a slatted skylight.

She stopped at the head of the bed, guiding Rinn to sit with his back against the pillows along the wall. He did so in almost quivering eagerness, looking over at her, his hands running over her hips and ass as he forced himself to be patient. But Makhet stayed standing beside the bed, her eyelids falling as she laid her hands on his temples, deep in concentration.

Force in Balance, Part 2 [sci-fi, Mf, oral, light reluc, light Mdom] (Star Wars)

*This is Part 2 of my story, which was inspired by a post over on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts a while back now. I’ll link Part 1 in the comments since I don’t think I’m allowed to in the description? Anyway, as before, this is obviously not meant to be 100% true to SW canon but I’d love to hear any other feedback! Parts 3 and 4 will be coming ASAP as well. Enjoy!*

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Lai Phen shifted in her seat. Droids had brought drinks and light refreshments for her and Darth Votrus, and now they sat across from each other at a small table on the terrace, eating and drinking silently. The Sith master regarded Lai Phen intensely. Though his expression was neutral, he seemed to be evaluating her the entire time they ate, judging her by whatever unknown criteria. At long last, Votrus spoke.

“Tell me, padawan,” he said, setting down his glass only for a droid to scuttle over and refill it. “How old were you when you came to the Jedi?”

Heather and Joe Part 3

A week later in the study of Heather’s father a loud “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” was heard. Heather’s stepmom came quickly into the room. Thomas was sitting there with a rapidly reddening face. On the screen was Joe’s picture of Heather. It didn’t take him long to track down Joe’s address and his mother’s two work locations. He sent her an email requesting a meeting. She agreed to meet him at lunch. They met outside the business and sat at a table under a tree.

“Look, I know you value your time, so I’ll be brief.” Thomas open his laptop and typed.

“Your son is a tutor at school working with my daughter.” He showed Joe’s mother a picture of Heather. She arched an eyebrow in mild surprise, but said nothing.

“He drew this picture of her and posted it on a porn site.” He said accusingly showing the picture of Joe’s work.

She looked at the picture, but again said nothing.

“She’s a good girl with a clean reputation. She’ll be going to college soon and we want her to get a good start in life.” Thomas said.

“Is she 18 yet?” Joe’s mom asked.

Heather and Joe Part 2

The next day was uneventful. The only vaguely interesting thing to Heather was cheerleading practice. The girls practically ran things themselves for the coach was there in name only. Ashley Neeson was the football coach’s 24 year old trophy wife whose only qualification for the job was her last name. She was usually late for practice and spent most of it glued to her phone. The only good aspect of her leadership was that she wasn’t a martinet like the last coach and would let them rest their injuries. Today it seemed like the whole squad had a sore ankle or smashed wrist, so practice was light dance routines and a few new chants. When they were finished, Brad texted her that he’ll be riding with someone else.

The following day was as uninteresting as the last. At the afterschool Yearbook meeting Heather was looking through the previous year’s edition when stumbled upon the picture of Joe Stevens.

“Good lord look at him!” She gasped.

“What’s up?” asked her friend Rachel.

“My math tutor. I thought he was a slob, but I figured he’d at least try to look good for his picture.”

Force in Balance, Part 1 [sci-fi, MF, Fdom, oral, light huml, light reluc] (Star Wars)

*This is a response to a story prompt on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts (which I’m apparently not allowed to link to). It’s taken me a while to write (and I’m still working on more) because I’m no expert on Star Wars lore and only had the motivation to do a moderate amount of research, but the prompt interested me so much from a character point of view that I couldn’t get it out of my head until I actually sat down and wrote it. That said, I’m open to all feedback EXCEPT for complaints about it being inaccurate or non-canonical, because, duh. Anyway, enjoy! More to come as soon as I finish it…*

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The atmosphere on Tenori Prime turned the light of its sun a dreamy honey-brown, the seas that covered almost all of its surface shimmering like silver and gold flowing together. It was well after noon on the rocky atoll once known as the Latanae when two small ships sailed down from the sky, landing on two separate buildings on opposite sides of the ring of islands. From each craft emerged two figures, and from each pair, one departed and began the walk along the series of bridges that chained together the northern islands of the atoll.

That time my date [F]rom the internet was way too hot for [M]e

It all started with one of those dating websites. I opened my account one day to find that a very, very (x6) attractive girl (Jasmine P.) had, “liked”, “matched, “swiped right” or said “hey” (being vague as to not endorse a specific site) to my profile. I eagerly checked out her profile, and like most guys I instantly went through all her pics. If this was really her, she was fucking (excuse my nearly flawless French) gorgeous. Way too hot for me, for sure. But whatever, we’re soul mates I bet. I bet she read my profile and we had so many common interests that she saw past my unconventionally average to medium good looks and decided we should make babies together.

So I stared at her pics for a few more minutes before reading down her page. She had taken quite a bit of care to fill out every detail, sub-section and favorite that the site asked for. As I read though, my hopes of an instant connection and babies faded, as I realized we were total opposites. She liked fine dining, art, traveling and expensive things, and I like making furniture, drinking beer in dive bars and watching countless hours of sci-fi movies and tv. At some point I came to realize our connection must have been a technical error made by the internet gremlins.