Voyage

by C. Paul Lockman

  My only allies would be the Raptors, who sought only peace, and for a line to be drawn under this sad and sorry episode. The hardliners would be the Jakalzzian leadership, who would accept nothing less than the liquidation of every remaining Hephage couple, who they saw as representative of a bygone, immoral era.

  "They want me to parachute in and fix all of that?" I asked as the film finished.

  Falik sat up, stared at the screen for a moment, and then said simply, "yeah.”

  Jesus. “But I’m not a negotiator”, I whined. “I didn’t even make it onto the school debating team. It’s a bit of a tall order, don’t you think.”

  She clicked off the screen. “Yeah. Bummer. Wanna fuck?"

  Chapter XVII: The Erosine Raptor

  The final three days before my departure were crammed with activity. Falik and I were considered more or less a couple these days, but that didn't stop other staff, members of the public, actually anyone who wanted to, from sucking me off. And I saw Falik getting a stout rodding from Samuel L Jackson in the janitor's cupboard, so clearly we were maintaining a fairly open relationship. But it was Falik I slept with at night, and whose lovely, silken pussy I came into every evening in the shower. And most mornings, too. And after lunch. I was in great form.

  Final batteries of tests were administered. Results from just after my arrival were compared with my situation now. Everything was better, across the board, by factors of ten and more. My heart was a free-flowing powerhouse. My lungs were fresh, clean, capacious and efficient. Even my blood was thicker and carried many times the nutrients they had before. And my brain? Off the chart. I now had gigabytes of processing power. New areas had come alive, including some which had been dormant until my arrival at Takanli. And, the young nurse was pleased to find, my sexual faculties were in fantastic shape. I showed this by fucking her for half an hour, and then pulling out of her tight, hot anus to shower oceans of sperm onto her back. A quick clean and she sucked me back to readiness.

  "Wait here, sugar", she purred, pushing a button on the side-panel. The door swished open and she left, to be replaced by an even prettier girl with long, dark hair.

  "Quite a show. That one will be number one on the net this week." She motioned to a ceiling camera I hadn't even seen. "Popular boy, aren't you? Even some non-humanoid species are taking an interest. You're great for the ratings."

  Who the hell was this?

  "But I'm not here to talk about that. The Council have sent me. I know that tomorrow you leave to begin negotiations with the Erosines and the Planet Eleven factions. The Council is aware that you have never met a Raptor, and they asked me to help. There are many customs. I will show you."

  Something clicked in my brain. “Is this the part where you transform into another life form?” She prowled, slightly, around me. “Because, if it is, I’ve got to tell you that I’m not totally sure…” Her hand cupped my balls, sending a new jolt into my awakening cock. “Well, I mean it’s quite a leap for me to take… I’ve never done this before, you see…” Her hot breath was at my neck. A soft tongue emerged and licked subtly from my jugular to my ear and then I heard a voice.

  “Relax. It has already happened. I will speak your language, although you’ll have to pick up the local dialects from the Boffin before you leave.”

  Already happened?

  I turned, and there she was. The Erosine Raptor stood at about eight feet tall and was a huge, voluptuous female with long, curling blonde hair and little by way of clothing. Her skin was almost ebony black and her figure was mind-blowing, once you got over the sheer size of everything. Vast, firm breasts peaked with hard, scarlet nipples hung gracefully down towards a muscular, flat stomach. Red and gold thongs hid her pubis, which I knew would be an experience in itself. She wore tall, black boots with silver inlays, like a massive, luscious, black cowgirl.

  “Nice to meet you”, I managed. She smiled lustfully. I blinked for half a second and a thin white light emerged from the centre of her chest. It grew stronger and then a blue, circular shape appeared and hardened. It was an eye, bright and open, deep blue, in the centre of her chest.

  “You must make the acquaintance of my Third Eye”, she purred. “It is what most males of every species seek when meeting a Erosine Raptor. It is the source of all our power”. The iris of the eye swirled gold briefly, then settled into its bright, welcoming stare.

  “But first, something from your own planet, I believe.” She knelt in front of me and, together, we removed my clothes without a word. My erection was straining for release and popped up, hard, inches from her face.

  She smiled, looked at me, and slid my cock into her mouth. It was incredibly warm. Her soft, perfect breasts rested against my knees as she began a firm suction. This wouldn’t take long, I knew, if she kept going like this…

  And then she slid my cock between her two magnificent breasts and began a steady rubbing, up and down. As my tip reached her mouth with each stroke, her tongue emerged to bathe me warmly, or flicker up and down my exposed glans.

  Before it could happen, she untied the simple knot holding her thongs in place, and let them fall. Quickly mounting me, she brought her darkly hairy pussy over my cock and let her hips fall so that I entered her in one, deep motion. My head rested at her chest as she began to fuck me, rhythmically, steadily, very deep with each thrust. As she took me far into her warm opening, her Third Eye focussed intently on my forehead, and I felt the pleasure surging in my cock. She continued her riding as the intensity increased, pushing me to the brink of orgasm and then somehow keeping me there, the fluids building behind a huge, muscular jolt through my cock which took an age to arrive. Her pussy massaged me over the edge and I spilled my sticky sperm into her spasming cunt. I lost count of the surges through my penis, or the time it took for them to finally cease. Long minutes passed as she cuddled me and gently massaged my seeping cock with her pussy.

  “I’m sure you agree”, she breathed hotly into my ear, “that practical learning methods like this are so preferable to the Boffin’s mind-warping”. I nodded slightly, still recovering. “There will be other opportunities.” She pulled back to look me in the eye. “The journey to our planet is long, and dull.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Any time you want to…”, a little giggle, “to fuck… just come to my cabin.” She kissed me. “My pussy will always be yours if you want it”.

  She slid from me and dressed, smiling at my exhausted sighs as I collected my own clothes. Outside, Falik was waiting once more, with a wry smile. The Raptor, changed now to her blonde, human form, smiled and skipped down the passage. I was sure I could sense a touch of jealousy from Falik.

  “You don’t mind, do you? She rather took me by surprise.”

  Falik was immediately angry at the idea. “We don’t belong to each other. We spend time together, we share a lot, and we make love. But neither has ownership. You must understand that.”

  I cuddled her closely. “You’re right. I’m just having a hard time letting go of an Earth idea. Things are very different here.”

  She smiled warmly. I’d never communicated so easily, so honestly with anyone. “Well done, Earth man. I’ll give you your reward later, once your poor cock has had a chance to recover. Those Raptors are infamous, you know.”

  I nodded. But didn’t mention that the Raptor would be travelling on our vessel. I would keep that to myself.

  Chapter XVIII: Daedalus

  Once our decision was conveyed to the council, things moved quickly. The unrest in the Outer Rim had become a really hot topic, subject to media scrutiny, and such renegade lawlessness was beginning to embarrass the council. I mulled over, once more, what I knew about the region and combined this with the history of the Council’s intercessions throughout the solar system. They were reactive, stepping in to solve problems, but also predictive in an almost uncanny way. Quite how they had failed to foresee the Raptor problem, with its elusive, maverick priests and fractured societies, was anyone’s guess. Maybe,
I reasoned, they knew what was going on, but had let it happen.

  Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice Falik return to our new apartment, which was in one of the tallest buildings in Takanli. To call it a tower would be an insult. This soaring, endless spire of glass and glimmering, curved metallic sheeting had been completed in only three months, yet stood over three miles tall in the central district. Nearly a million people lived, worked or played in this building, and many of them had taken a distinct interest in me since our arrival. Falik’s presence, often, wasn’t enough to ensure against an attempted seduction, or a blue strand of erotic thought from a passer-by. Most of the time, she giggled at these advances, reassured by the satisfied glow from within her pussy. We had never spent a day together without fucking at least once. Last night’s efforts, after a party with the crew of the Solar Cruiser which would take us to the Outer Rim, produced four torrents of creamy sperm – one in each of Falik’s warm, soft openings, and a fourth over her breasts. That little metal sphere the three girls had given me was still coming in handy. If you’ll forgive the pun.

  Preparations, however, took up most of our time. I learned more about Gaspiri, the troubled planet we were heading to. Its history was a mess, but I was getting the hang of its various tribes, practises and beliefs. Most Takanlians regarded these outer-rim types as a bit suspect, probably too close to the tenets of barbarianism to be taken seriously, but still worthy of respect and, particularly in the presence of the Frejudium cannon, a little fear.

  I also helped to load the Solar Cruiser, Daedalus. They had allowed me to name the ship, for which this would be the first long-distance trip after years of shakedown cruises among the inner planets. The crew of seventy seemed well-trained and competent enough, especially as now I understood most of their roles as well as they did. The Boffin had sorted me out with a vast array of input, from extra science modules to help me understand the journey and spot interesting phenomena on the way, to language skills in all relevant dialects and local news bulletins from the past few years. By the time he had finished and I reluctantly removed the cerebral tiara, I was probably as knowledgeable as anyone alive on the subject.

  Launch Day approached. Falik and I helped each other pack, although no-one knew for sure how long the negotiations might take. The journey out, however, was nearly four months, even at the speeds involved. The captain reminded me that any speed we gain while accelerating away from Takanli and establishing a fast cruising velocity would have to be shod if we were to enter Gaspirian orbit. It was seen as inefficient to roar off into space, only to have to expend just as much energy slowing down a few hours later. This vector also allowed two planetary fly-bys, which would provide a valuable opportunity to see new places, however fleetingly, and show the flag among these distant planets. We carried pods, bolted to the underside of the vessel, which would detach to deliver cargo and passengers to these worlds. Falik had requested that we dock at one of the orbiting stations and visit the surface of Berjarai, the seventh planet from their star, and the second planet we would encounter, but she was refused. Time was of the essence.

  So, we spent most of our day at the Spacedock, becoming more familiar with the ship, its people and its systems. This would be our home, and I worried that it would feel like living in a hotel for four months. Add to that however much time it would take us to get back once the negotiations were finished, and this really was a big deal.

  “Why can’t we just sleep through the flight?” I asked Falik, having paused once more to consider the size of this undertaking. “In movies, on Earth, they always go into hypersleep, or something. Wasn’t that what I did, on my way here from home?”

  Falik had taken to the habit of giving me a few seconds to dredge the answer up from my packed, competent mind, but occasionally she did obliged me, so that I didn’t feel self-conscious about still asking questions when I actually knew the answer perfectly well already.

  “We’ve yet to perfect a system which is safe enough. The body still needs certain things, nutrients and so forth, but we’ve found that it needs input of different kinds to avoid cell breakdown and rapid ageing.” I was catching on, and finished the point. I realised already that the ‘bottomless void’ feature of my journey to Takanli was, in fact, a bit of an accident. I was never intended to witness the path of my journey, just to sleep through it on the induced hallucination of a bed. It feels good to be a guinea pig, but only if it works.

  “Social interactions and being around nature, especially green plants and trees, provides a form of radiation which is entirely irreplaceable. Humanoids in hypersleep for longer than a few weeks awake with seriously adverse side-effects and long-term, often untreatable depression.”

  Falik nodded. “You can’t just lock a human mind away for months. It goes nuts. So, we’re going to keep active and I’m sure we’ll have loads of fun. Have you seen my pink shirt with the flexiscreen?”

  I pulled the shirt from the washer unit and handed it to her. Its screen was showing a Japanese garden. I shook it and it became a beach with crashing surf. Neat trick.

  Various dinners, lunches, briefings and other events filled our days. When we weren’t at the docks, we met with various dignitaries, including a couple of Council members who had taken a personal interest in the mission and the strange new ambassador. One spoke earnestly to me about the need for peace in the Outer Rim, ensuring that I understood I had his full support. The sense that deeper political machinations were in play was hard to shake.

  “Stability in this region is of paramount importance”, he said, pressing a fist into his palm to accentuate the point. “We simply can’t have renegade groups threatening trade routes with the Frejudium cannon, or taking off on their own to engage in immoral, illegal behaviours. You know how crucial this is.” I nodded, trying to hide my scepticism.

  “I will do all I can”, was all I offered. The council had prepared a final cerebral treatment for me, a package of information, news and languages relevant to the trip, and one last trip to the Boffin saw it loaded up. I was ready.

  Chapter XIX: News from Home

  Falik and I spent the night before launch making love in our apartment at the peak of Takanli’s newest skyscraper. She was attentive and responsive as ever, sucking me in deep and then releasing me to blow on my cock, but I couldn’t help letting my mind flit back to the Erosine Raptor and her soft, muscular pussy. Those breasts. I let the memories flood my mind, which caused my semen to flood violently into Falik’s mouth.

  “Hmmmm…” She licked her lips and swallowed my cum. “You needed that, didn’t you?” She relaxed back with me. “I’ve never known you to come so fast in my mouth. Did I do something better?”

  It would be quite horrid to confess to this girl, perhaps the nearest thing I’d had to a proper girlfriend in years, that I had come wonderfully while imagining someone else riding my cock, taking it deep inside... I was virtually hard again at the thought of her.

  “I just want you a lot tonight. Who knows how busy we’re going to be on the cruise.”

  Falik laughed easily. “Busy? Everyone knows that long cruises are a great time to fuck, relax, eat, sleep and fuck some more. We’ll probably hardly see the outside of our cabin”, she grinned. “Well, if I get my way we won’t.”

  *****

  Our Cruiser ride to the orbital station was similar to my first ascent in this sleek, silver ship, but this time the vessel was crammed with people, who filled every seat and buckled in on cue before takeoff. Falik told me that, in this configuration, the Cruiser could carry two hundred people and four hundred tonnes of payload to orbit, which would include supplies and equipment for our mission. Flexible walls permitted a total redesign of the interior, tailoring the craft for any kind of mission. It was a space truck, but designed by Porsche and then given the Star Trek treatment. I wanted one.

  The elephant kick of release was as intense as before. Glued back in my seat, almost melting into it with the acceleration, my stomach
began a steady rise from somewhere within my balls to somewhere closer to my chin, but the ride levelled out in only moments. Four minutes to orbit. I would never get over it.

  There was some time to cuddle Falik and enjoy the spectacle of the planet laid out beneath us. Two months in this amazing place. It has slipped past like a few moments, so packed with events, people, experiences. I gazed down at my adopted home, as I now came to think of it, even becoming a little emotional at the sight. Massive avenues criss-crossed the landscape, some radiating out of spokes which, I knew, contained the central cities. Lakes were dotted around, but were so heavily ringed with population that there was barely a scrap of land on the planet without buildings. Even the massive national park areas were dotted with towns, spanned by highways or otherwise developed. I asked Falik about it.

  “Your planet is facing the same question, I know”, she began. “How do you develop to an extent which will support a large population without fouling the nest you live in?” I nodded. However long ago it was now, I remember the Earth being in some trouble. Climate change, and all of that. I wondered briefly how they were getting on.

  “We decided that a humanist approach was best”, Falik explained. “I know that at least one nation on your planet attempted to introduce a population reduction strategy – well, one different from simply killing lots of other humans, I mean – and it basically failed. We recognised this very early in our development. It is not possible to instruct people not to reproduce. This will only create tensions which we are unwilling to host.”

  The planet revolved serenely beneath us. “So, how did you manage it? Sustaining a massive population while… How many are down there, anyway?”