Dirty Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  A stench then invaded my nose. I sniffed quickly to determine its source. Did I shit myself in my fear? Did Coffee? Would I ever be able to return my face to between her legs if she did? No. Luckily, the odor was coming from the fresh kill. Blackish blood flowed from the dead Wofur onto the ground. Its innards were stinking up the place.

  I needed to get a sample of the meat for Vanilla to test. But I certainly didn't want to drag the whole carcass into the ship. Leaving it so close to our workspace was sure to draw scavengers. I would have to deal with that next. For now, I needed to cut off a big piece of meat and get it inside.

  I dragged the odorous severed chunk by the hair toward the entrance in the rear of the ship, leaving a trail of dark blood across the trampled grass. When I looked back to see how bad the drippings were, I heard the recognizable sound of dragon wings. I watched in amazement as the flying green lizard swooped in to eliminate my carcass problem. Its huge hinged mouth grabbed the bearish corpse and lifted it off the ground. The dead, mutilated beast probably weighed more than two hundred pounds, though. The dragon struggled to get back into the air.

  Mister green crocodile face had bitten off more than he could chew. My hopes of having the stinky carcass removed was fading. Then, after a brief look in my direction, it folded it wings in against its back, and took off running toward the tree from whence he came.

  It was shockingly quick. Even with the Wofur clenched in its jaw, it ran faster than I could. I just stared at it in pure amazement. My pistol in my right hand, a large piece of Wofur flesh in my left, I turned to see Coffee gazing at me the same way.

  "Oh, my stars," she said, taking in my incidental pose. "Aren't you an impressive man!"

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT:

  The divine Vanilla kindly informed me that my samples need not be so large. She requested that I keep future portions to between the size of one or two fists. Though my handling of the most difficult part of the process was well appreciated, most of her lab containers couldn't accommodate massive hulks of flesh.

  My three favorite ladies and myself were able to install the second water harvester without incident. I could behold the green dragon feasting on my dead Wofur below its home not far away. Other than a few glances my way, he showed us no interest in our activity. I was getting a distinct new neighbor vibe.

  After cleaning up I returned to the cargo hold toward the front of the ship. My temporary password gave me access, so Sage apparently had no issues with me being there since I completed the necessary documentation. If interstellar law was as difficult to enforce as the women had implied, I wasn't sure how valuable those forms would be. But as I had been told, the crew mostly thought in definite terms.

  Cinnamon was with me when I opened the cube that was designated as exotic weapons. I was surprised to see that the unit was less than half full. Merely five padded cases rested inside. I retrieved them all before opening them for inspection.

  The first weapon was a sniper rifle. It had a long barrel, a stock, and a high-resolution computerized scope. Two magazines fastened to each side of the gun suggesting that it could fire multiple types of projectiles. Unfortunately, both were empty. There was no ammo to be found inside the crate either.

  The second unit was identical to the third and had clear instructions in our language. Appearing like a pistol, they actually fired a ball that produced a surge of electricity when striking an object. Though they could damage flesh and neural systems of living things, the weapon was primarily designed for disabling robots and computerized transportation. I didn't too excited about those.

  The next to last protective case opened to reveal a weird scrawny little whip. The handle was the right size, but the twelve-foot cord that extended from it looked like an almost harmless strand of cable. The instructions were in another language, sadly, and had no pictures except for the cover image that showed a whipped target cringing in pain. I sat it aside so I could experiment with it later.

  I took a deep breath before opening the final box. So far, I had been very disappointed in my findings. With only two guns left on the ship, weapons better than a machete or a cutter would be a nice discovery.

  Initially this last weapon looked like it might be the biggest bust of them all. A stubby little club, though elaborately adorned, appeared to have limited uses. There were three buttons on the eight-inch black handle, so that held promise. The twelve inches of steel beyond that was colored orange.

  The foreign language instructions luckily had plenty of images this time. I could clearly deduce that what I held in my hands was a collapsed sword. Pressing the first button would extend the blade.

  "Stand back," I told Cinnamon. She had already been keeping her distance as I fiddled with each unit.

  "Don't point anything this way," Teddy demanded as he laid back down attempting to resume his nap. All the noise made by unpacking the cube had woke him.

  Just like the picture suggested, pressing the blue button extended the blade to make it five times longer, approximately five feet. Even after it shot forward, the weapon was incredibly light and easy to handle. However, the shiny orange blade was blunt.

  "That doesn't look sharp enough to cut through mud," Cinn informed me.

  "Hold tight," I told her.

  "Hold what tight?" she asked, confused by my expression.

  "Your ass cheeks," I replied.

  "Why would I...?"

  Then I pressed the red button. The blunt guard over the blade retracted to reveal a very sharp edge. I touched it with the side of the instruction page and was delighted to watch it slice through silently.

  "That's badass," Teddy said in a low monotone voice, making proper use of the new word. I was getting used to his personality, smiling at most of his comments. If I could manage to justify his freedom, he would make a hilarious sidekick.

  "Wow," Cinnamon said then. "I guess that will be your new machete."

  "It's a sword actually," I replied. Then I pressed the final green button. The blade shimmered briefly, then returned to normal. That function wasn't very exciting. I thought that it might be an electrical charge or something similar, but it wouldn't continue its effect while I held the button. I didn't quite know what that last button did, but I loved the weapon regardless.

  Also found inside the case was a clip for my belt. I wasn't sure how it was supposed to hold the sword until a powerful magnet in the hilt drew it to the clip, rotating the blade as it nearly flew out of my hand. Thankfully, the sword had an auto retract function as a safety measure. Before connecting with the belt mounted holder, the blade had fully returned to its hidden state, guarded and retracted.

  "I hope you don't mind if I claim this weapon," I said to Cinnamon.

  "You don't ask a woman for permission," Teddy grumbled.

  "Go back to sleep," my girl snapped at the grumpy alien. Then to me, "No, Kash, I don't mind. I wouldn't be comfortable using it myself. Probably none of us would be."

  I decided to wear it on my belt everywhere that I went. If Sage challenged me on it, I would have to then make a decision on what to do. The buxom boss lady and I had not crossed paths lately.

  Honeysuckle joined us to discuss how we might structure a base outside the ship. It was just supposed to be my project, but the girls had a right on how they wanted to spend their spare time as well. Both were sacrificing most of their midday break to help me come up with ideas. Coffee even joined us for a few minutes before everyone had to return to their scheduled duties.

  The best plan so far was to use the cargo cubes for the walls of the base. If we managed to repair the ship, it would be easy work for the loader bot to place them back inside. The metal poles from the construction supplies, of which we had an abundance, could then be used to form the rafters for a roof. An opaque material laying across those would look like a barrier, but certainly wouldn't hold up to dragon dancing. We needed something strong for the top of the base.

  We could re-position the mist harvesters end-to-end in or
der to keep them protected, but that would dramatically reduce the amount of drizzle they received and take up valuable space. Maybe eventually, we would be safe working outside without the need to apply camo dirt. That would require connecting the new structure to the ship somehow, which would probably be beyond our ability.

  I returned to my room to diligently continue my studies. There were a few messages for me to read, but most of them were automatic updates regarding food supplies, air quality and project statuses. I had been told to expect those to be generated daily until I reset my permission settings.

  I did receive a message directly from the intoxicating dame Vanilla thanking me for the meat sample. Initial testing had good results. She expected the food source to be cleared for consumption the next day. Of course, it was still questionable whether or not it would be tasty. Based on the odor alone, I did not have high hopes, despite the processor’s impressive capabilities.

  I read a ship repair status report from Honeysuckle outlining all the necessary work that needed to be done before we could consider firing up the engines and getting off this dangerous world. It was quite extensive and used many terms with which I was unfamiliar. She was still in the process of prioritizing the task list. Sage sent a reply, which went out to the entire crew, that all members of the team would begin working on the first set of repairs starting the next day. A minimum of four hours daily was demanded from all crew members except Honeysuckle. Since her job was ship maintenance to begin with, most of her workday would be handling the more delicate repairs and supervising the crew.

  I was nearly done with the training sections that I had scheduled for the day when the door to my quarters whisked open without warning. Standing in the hallway was the dazzling green mechanic, glistening from a recent shower, but fully dressed in her uniform. I made a mental note to submit a request for loosening up the clothing restrictions. All of these ladies should feel free to walk around in the garb of their choosing. If it were up to me, bikinis would be the new standard. I then wondered if there were any onboard.

  "You haven't changed your lock," Honeysuckle informed me as she stepped inside. "Is it alright if I come in?"

  "Sure," I replied as I tossed my tablet to the corner of the bed. Last time that she was in my room I got a kiss. Then, in the shower room, she removed her clothes right in front of me. She also requested that we share some time together soon. I was not expecting this to be a business visit.

  She touched the interior panel to close the door behind her as I slid over on the bed to allow her a bit of space beside me. I was optimistic when she joined me without hesitation.

  "Are you all work and no play?" Honey asked me as she rolled her body toward me.

  "Hell, no," I responded while doing the same.

  She then leaned forward for a kiss, her white eyes with the dark green border splendid and otherworldly. We stared at each other while placing our lips together repeatedly, passion constrained. It was a tease, of sorts.

  "What can I help you with?" I asked between kisses.

  "Actually, I'm here to help you. I couldn't help but notice your interest in my breasts," she said as she tugged on the fabric to release the connection. "I thought that you might want to examine them more closely."

  "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," I replied. I had been eager to advance things with Honeysuckle since the day that I met her. Of course, that was true with regards to most of the women on this ship.

  I used my left hand to caress and massage her right breast. Her fern green flesh was incredibly smooth, and her dark green nipple firm. I flicked it a couple times with my thumb before replacing it with my tongue. Her chest heaved as I enjoyed the natural lobe, hanging perfectly toward the bed. We were still lying on our sides.

  "I'd like to try the other one as well," I informed her.

  Honey smiled as she sat up to completely remove her top. As soon as her left breast was free, my hand was on it. Then my mouth.

  "Wow," she whispered to me. "You are eager."

  Then she pulled away from me as she placed one hand against my chest. She was gently suggesting that I lay down on my back. I was happy to oblige. She then straddled me topless, but her uniform shorts remained on. As she unbuttoned my shirt I played with her lovely hooters, testing gravity to watch them bounce. In this position she was considerably larger in that department than either Cinnamon or Coffee. These were going to be a favorite toy of mine.

  Once we managed to get my shirt off, she leaned forward to place her awesome tits in my face. I alternated my attention between them for a couple minutes. She seemed content to let me do so. Then I remembered that shy little pussy that winked at me in the shower room. I bet the honeysuckle flavor down there was just as delicious as her chest melons.

  "I can lick in other places, too," I informed her as I slid one hand to the inside of her thigh.

  "That's okay," she replied with a smile, surprising me with the rejection. "I've already taken care of that part."

  "Excuse me?"

  "I rubbed one out in the shower," she responded nonchalantly.

  "You masturbated in the shower?" I asked in shock as much as excitement at the revelation.

  "Yeah, I always do," she told me. "I'm not used to having a man around to take care of it."

  "Nice," I responded as I envisioned her. I could imagine her bottom lip trembling as she ground her hand on her pussy, eyes tightly shut. "Did you do it yesterday when I was in the other stall?"

  "Of course," she replied. "I do it every time."

  There was a lengthy pause as I tried to figure out what to do next. My daddy always told me to take care of the girl's needs first. Then, her enthusiasm for satisfying me would be even stronger. Those instructions did not fit this scenario.

  Honey then shifted to place her pert little ass on my thighs instead of my crotch. My pecker was already getting hard from her gently grinding against it while I sucked on her perfect boobs. Then she unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with my boxer briefs. She was not overly shocked to find me nearly erect.

  There was enough room for both of her tiny hands, so she double fisted my shaft as she slowly worked to get me to full size. I enjoyed every second of it, staring at her tits, and then her forest green lips as she licked them. I was relieved to see that her entire tongue was pink like a regular girl.

  I placed both of my hands on her thighs until she pulled them back. I thought at first that she was avoiding the contact, but thankfully she was just getting readjusted to bring her beautiful face closer to my crotch.

  Removing one hand from my shaft she engulfed the top half of my one-eyed willy with her mouth hungrily. Before retracting, she used her lips and tongue to get it slobbery wet. Then she spent the next couple minutes alternating between a two-handed hurried approach and sucking the tip as the handjob paused. I was thoroughly enjoying both techniques, but I knew full well that a combination of the two would quickly send me over the top.

  "Oh, Honey," I said. "You are very good at this."

  "I'm glad that you are enjoying it."

  "Oh, I'm more than enjoying it," I told her.

  "Are you going to cum soon?"

  "I'm trying not to," I declared, as the mention of my ejaculation sent a surge of pleasure through my cock.

  Then, she stopped abruptly, pulling her hands away slowly like she might accidentally bump into a bomb and set off an explosion. That analogy was not far from the truth. Fear of being played like Sage had done me threatened to ruin the experience.

  I then watched as she laid down on her back beside me, not sure what the new plan was. Smiling seductively, she instructed me to get on top of her. I yanked my garments the rest of the way off before straddling her belly. She licked both hands before rubbing them on her cleavage. I then leaned forward as she pushed her bosoms together around my pulsating boner. Just the idea of this position was threatening to end the show prematurely.

  Honey then guided my hands to her breasts, demonstr
ating how I should squeeze them against my erection. I thrust tentatively through the well lubricated tunnel created. The wet smooth skin was as good of an accelerator as the fantastic view.

  "Fuck my titties," she then demanded before placing her chin on her chest. I began powering my yogurt slinger faster through the sexiest titjob of my life, overjoyed when her tongue lashed out to make contact with my tip every time that it was within reach.

  I couldn't hold back anymore. Grunting loudly my thrusts became erratic. My first blast of semen hit her upper lip before streaking across her cheek. She quickly raised her chin to direct all future emissions onto her neck and chest. I rode her chest like a rodeo bull, going well past the time requirement.

  Honey smiled up at me once I was finished telling me how much that she enjoyed the experience. I told her that the pleasure was all mine, because it literally was. I then climbed off her before she had to ask.