It was a nice drive into town. If one chose to use an aircar, you could be there in no time. But aircars were very expensive and a good old truck got you there in a reasonable period of time. Stella took the family truck into town where she was suppose to meet her boy friend Simon. He’d been there for a few days taking care of business. Most of the farmers grew two types of crops, one that could feed and one that produced cash. Even on the farm where Stella and her parents lived, the same was true. The drive would take her through several small patches, where there were mom and pop stores, nothing really fancy, just practical. Like the people who lived in the farming sector. The land had been partitioned off into purposes. There was a section for farming and a section for cattle and livestock, orchards and vineyards. Just depended on who you were and what you were good at doing. That was how it all started, but over the decades, children were born and after awhile, things were just the way that they were. Stella’s dog, Bark, came along for the ride, he liked to travel when ever someone would let him. Bark stuck his head out of the window, on the passenger’s side of the truck. Stella had loud music playing and she would try and sing along whenever she felt the need. She wasn’t a good singer, but she could hold a tune when she had to. Most of the time her singing was kept to singing at church. But, there was the occasional fair and other opportunities that presented itself. She wasn’t fooling herself, she knew that there was only so many ways to get out of the rut that most young people found themselves in, back on the farm.
You hear about all sorts of things that go on in the city, then you look at your life in contrast, watching things grow very slow, it was like time almost stood still. She passed by a small outdoor store that was selling fresh fruit, supposedly from the farm that sat way back down a small road. She and Bark got out of the truck and went over to the two kids that were sitting comfortably under the shade of the stand.
“What kind of fruit do you have?” asked Stella, picking up something that looked like an apple, but wasn’t.
The teenage girl answered, “Most of the fruit comes from our farm. Here try this, it’s something that my paw and maw developed.”
Developed was the key word in what the teenager said. Even though they were miles away from real civilization, science was deeply ingrained in everything that people did on Tral-Gothica, even when it appeared to be backwards and ignorant, which for the most part, happened all the time. It wasn’t that the people were backwards or ignorant, for the most part traveling from Earth to a distant star took all sorts of technology. But, over the course of time, after settling in, people began to form clans and develop notions and ideas. It wasn’t long until a small copy of Earth’s prejudices and morality, or lack thereof began to dominate and dictate who they were.
The teenaged boy, who was remarkably ordinary studied Stella, then uttered, “You are pretty.”
Stella and presumably his sister bother fixed their eyes on him. “Thanks for the fruit.” Stella turned to the girl, flatly ignoring the boy.
As Stella and Bark went back to the truck, she could hear his sister scolding him, as to how to properly treat customers. After all, it wasn’t like there were a whole flock of people traveling down the single lonely road. After having left in the morning, Stella and Bark arrived in town by evening. The truck ran on hydrogen, which was stored in a perfect form, water. Because water was the natural way to store hydrogen, the truck’s engine was designed to take the water, run a small electrical current through it, which would dislodge the oxygen from the hydrogen, send it into the combustion chambers, where the hydrogen and oxygen were reintroduced, and finally, converted back into water. In a semi-closed system like that, one could technically go forever, without ever needing to stop, to refill, and if you did, it was water. That magical element that could be used to save lives, and power cars and other craft.
For just decades the super-corps went around buying up patents that had anything to do with water powered vehicles, after all, what good was a clean, green-friendly method of transportation, that didn’t require that you visit the pump to refuel? There was no money in it, the public couldn’t be held hostage to Central Oil and Public Co., all mega oil companies that owned the rights to every oil and gas discovery on Earth. The problem began when those patents all began to expire and their patent attorney’s were severely hampered by the Trilberg-Aven decision, which in effect said that oil companies couldn’t oppress progress for gain. That opened up a floodgate of lawsuits, where small companies and inventors, began to sue and win in court, decisions that would allow fair competition. If you could make a product that didn’t destroy the planet, and got the job done equally and in most cases, better, then, you were free to explore the market. And because the same applied to the oil companies which in turn, owned the big pharmacy companies, cures that were before touted as being impossible to find, suddenly emerged, some being a century old in its discovery. Rich people had sat on cures for cancer, Aids,
cerebral palsy, Alzheimer’s, you name it, even the common cold. Why? Why was this going on? Because a few super rich families managed to create an aristocracy. Thy believed that their wealth and survival, was more important than the well being of the planet. And even when the first colonizations began to take place, the Moon, Mars, and other places within the solar system, which eventually led to the technology to colonize on other worlds beyond Earth’s solar system, the greed and immorality of oppression prevailed. The government simply didn’t really exist anymore, if it ever did. Wealthy people began to leave their wealth to their clones instead of their children, to which it might have been debatable if that would have made any difference, because each child that inherited rarely did anything to make it better. But with the ability to will your entire wealth and legacy to yourself, well, there went any kind of illusion that human society hadn’t reached a point of decay and depravation. The old adage, “Fuck the poor”, really rung true.
Things seemed to work for them, until, intelligent life was found on most of the so called inhabitable planets. And the very wealthy wanted to get as far away from Earth as they could, having turned it into something, less that the jewel it once was. The water was polluted beyond repair. The air was corrupted beyond repair. The ground was polluted beyond repair. And like rats abandoning the ship before it sank, so were the super wealthy. However, on distant worlds, you need people, populations, the natives don’t want you there, killing and polluting, corrupting. We didn’t belong there, we had managed to destroy our once beautiful world, and now, we were doing the same to everyone else’s.
Stella found Simon in a pub doing backdoor deals. He was very skilled at the art of selling and buying. When he saw her he motioned her over with a smile on his face.
“Hey, babe, when did you get into town?” he asked, while some of the people he was with, made room.
“Just got in about an hour ago.” She uttered and kissed him.
“Good. Well, let me finish up here. A couple of the people here are off world, they want to buy some of my crop for medical uses.”
“Why don’t they just grow it on their own world?”
“Not every planet’s ecology is suited for optimal production. Tral-Gothica just happens to grow some of the best industrial and medal grade hemp. Some of their stuff just doesn’t have the same properties of mine.”
It was true, one of the big problems was that the soil on a lot of planets that were now inhabited with colonies from Earth, wasn’t exactly compatible with the planet life on Earth. The discovery that Earth had planet specific traits, that allowed plant-life to flourish, didn’t translate too well on other worlds, where their was already a complex ecosystem. Soil composition, air, weather, climate, some plants did well, most could not make the adjustment, while others went through all sorts of strange and harmful mutations. Take the lowly carrot for example. On Earth, it was a nutritious vegetable. On some other planet, it mutated to the point, that one bite was so poisonous it could kill a man almost instantly. Colonization wa
s far more complicated than what might have been imagined, or scientifically anticipated. Each world had its own set of rules, its own origins. You go to that world, you have to learn to play with that world’s rules. And that is what made Tral-Gothica such a wonderful place for mankind to naturally settle. For while it did have its own indigenous population, for which humans oppressed and in some cases, enslaved, having not learned anything from Earth’s past history about what happens when you enslave and oppress, conduct genocide; the very rich only caring about the bottom line. It was the history of making money that only mattered to them, and, they’d crush you or anyone else that got in their way.
But, people had a way of surviving and fate had a way of foiling the mighty and the powerful. It turned out that those planets that had sizable populations of humans, ranging in the millions, did better than those whose population, for whatever reason, never grew beyond the thousands. So, as much as they didn’t want to do it, super-corps needed the little guy, in order to further their agenda of stellar conquest. After Simon was finished with business, they went to someplace quiet and had a nice little romantic dinner. Then they went to his hotel room, where they settled in for the night.
Simon and Stella began to make out almost from the moment they had privacy. They slowly and sensuously removed each other’s clothes, tossing them wherever, and they fell on the bed. Simon was very handsome and rugged looking. He didn’t look like a model, he looked like the kind of guy that Stella liked, strong features, toned body, a type of seductive musk about him. Simon kissed Stella slowly as he moved down towards her voluptuous breasts, kissing them and sucking her tits. She shifted and moaned as he touched her. She ran her hands in his thick locks, pulling him back up so she could kiss him, then pushing him back down to the pleasure. She could feel his teeth as they lovingly pinched her nipples, her nipples was so puffed up from arousal. His seriously hard cock was involuntarily rubbing against her body. Oh, she could feel his inches as they grew. He made love to her breasts for awhile then slowly moved on down to her pussy. Oh, yes, that was what she wanted, as she felt his tongue slowly enter into her hole. Oh, yes, he began to lap her cunt like a dog laps water, licking up her wet pussy juices. She was hot now, breathing heavy, as she held his face to her cunt, letting her strong legs coral him there. Fuck me! Her thoughts raced. Simon began to alternated from his skilled tongue to his rough manly fingers, sticking them in her body, rolling then around inside of her. Then, he rolled her over on her stomach, she stuck her butt up slightly, as he cracked open her butt cheeks and began to lick her tight wanting asshole. Oh, that’s it, baby. Her mind raced with pleasure and passion. She felt his tongue entering her butt hole, darting in and out, oh, the tension and passion of the feelings. Then she lifted herself up, her butt sticking up even more, as she positioned some pillows under her pelvis.
“Take it, babe!” The words slipped out of her breathless mouth.
And he did, as she felt his big juicy cock. That thick throbbing wand of pleasure, as it entered into her asshole. Oh, damn! It was so good! Every inch of dick finding it’s way up her butt. But, he didn’t stop there, he began to rock in and out, roll it around in her body, exploring her insides. That led to a serious anal pounding, as his balls slapped against her pussy and his dick, drilled her asshole. Then, she rolled over and he cracked open her legs and pushed them all the way to her shoulders, exposing her wet dripping pussy. He began to lick it some more, slurping up her cunt juice. She violently shifted around, not able to stand it anymore, and took command of his cock, that wonderful cock of his, and she began to suck and roll and gnaw on it, like the love bone that it was. His cock swollen in her mouth, throbbing and erecting, it was alive with little gestures and pleasure in her throat. Mmmm, how she liked to suck dick. Her tongue teased his dick head. Swirling around his cock head, then she would violently force as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. Simon always had a rather meaty dick, a nice ten inches of pleasure, hung nicely, she always considered it to be a pretty dick. Some men might has a big dick, but it wasn’t pretty. Simon’s cock was beautiful and she sucked it so hard, rolling and slurping and licking that thing, trying to tame that which refused to be tame. She could feel him tense up, he was almost there, but she selfishly want him in her pussy. So, she backed off, and positioned herself, as he shifted on top of her, with her legs cracked wide open, he held each one, as his cock entered into her pussy hole, with command and importance.
“Take it, babe! Violate the hell out of it!” she commanded him.
And he began to bang the fuck out of her. Going in and out, dick flying inside of her, giving her such wanton pleasure. And then, just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, he switched to her exposed asshole, and began to finish it off. Oh, the sheer size of his dick and the massive length, it fitted just right inside of her asshole. Then, he began to shake and utter, as he began a long series of cum. It was so intense, that he spread her legs out to the point that she was doing a v-shaped split, his cock stuck firmly inside of her wanton asshole. She took hold of his face and looked him in the eyes as her own cum sequence began. She held his face so hard that it began to turn colors. And then, with one found swoop, they both came and collapsed in ecstasy.
They just lay there, two young people, breathing heavy and sweat covering their bodies. At one point, she licked her lips and tasted her own shit, from his dick, she took a little on her finger and inserted it into his mouth and sealed it with a long wet kiss.
“Taste like chocolate...” she uttered while trying to catch her breath.
After a long time, and a little post-play, they took a shower. Cleaned up nicely, kissed one another and spooned, as they went to bed. It was a nice evening. Romantic dinner. Hot nasty sex, which was how she liked it. Simon had been trained by her, because when they first made love, when they were much younger, just teenagers, he had all sorts of hangups on how it should be done. She on the other hand, had needs, she wanted pleasure, having explored those parts of her body that demanded attention. So, they slept and Stella dreamed.
She dreamed that she was standing on the glen, and someone was busy eating her out down there. She had a golden plate in her hand, and when the passion reached a certain point, she put the plate behind her, under her butt hole and began to shit onto the plate. After she pooped, she raised the plate up and began to eat her own shit. The man who was eating her out, she couldn’t quite make out who he was, but he spoke in a strange language that she could not understand. This went on for awhile and then she woke up. She looked around the darkroom, Simon was sleeping next to her. She kissed his lips and kissed his now very relaxed penis, and rolled over and went back to sleep. Then, she had a second dream. A man was busy sucking her breasts ever so wonderfully. In her hand was a golden plate. She placed the plate under her butt hole and pooped onto it. Then, she took the plate full of poop and began to eat it again. Her poop tasted very sweet to her, but again, she liked the taste of poop, specially her own. This time, she awoke, and behold, it was just a dream. So, she shifted her position and fell asleep again. And this time, she dreamed that a man was talking to her in a language that she clearly did not understand. And again, she had a golden plate. She placed the plate under her asshole, and began to take a serious shit, onto the plate. She brought the plate up and this time, the man wanted to share with her, but she was selfish, and would not share her nice moist shit with him. It was all hers and she stood there, eating her bowel movement in front of him.
When she awoke this time, it was morning. Simon had already gotten up and had left her a sweet and loving note. He had further business to deal with. She got dressed and left the hotel and went to her aunt Jenny’s house, which was situated at the end of town, just on your way out, back to Stella’s parents farm.
Aunt Jenny was younger than Stella’s parents. And while Stella’s parents were obviously neo-hippies, Jenny was just the opposite. They hadn’t seen one another in awhile and her aunt was very happy to see her and
they enjoyed the visit. They talked, the kind of talk that is reserved for face to face, not the kind that often happens over the call-all. There was something more personal about spending real time with someone, specially someone that you loved. And Stella loved her aunt Jenny. Jenny was raised differently from Stella’s parents, she was raised in the city, and it was only when Stella’s grandmother died that Jenny came to live in the farming sector. There was no secret that Jenny would much rather return to the city but in her grandmother’s will, a family member had to actually live in the wonderful pseudo-Victorian home. Often, buildings and houses were fashioned off of period’s from Earth. It was a way of helping to adjust to the sometimes obvious fact that people didn’t actually belong on Tral-Gothica. And no matter how much humans took over the planet, often like an infestation. The planet would rebel, as if, because the original people, the natives, could not. Maybe it was a way of the universe fighting back? Jenny, unlike Stella’s parents, didn’t like the way that humans treated the natives. She tried time and again to tell Stella about the oppression and depravity of the colonization programs. Not just there on Tral-Gothica, but elsewhere as well. But, this time as Jenny was doing her usual thing, the two women were having coffee and cakes. Stella surprised her.
“Tell me more about how the colonist mistreat the natives?” Stella looked up.
Jenny was taken aback. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand? What has brought this sudden change?”
“I don’t know, Aunt Jenny. I guess I’ve been listening to the radio, to all the protest planned. I was actually planning on attending one. You know, to see what all the fuss was really about?” Stella expounded.
Jenny smiled. “I can do you one better.”
“What? I don’t understand?”
“There is a big event taking place in the city. Do you want to come?”
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