“How was that for kinky?” She grins, her body morphing back to the voluptuous redhead.
“And I thought you wanted to avoid the outer rim.” You grin breathlessly. She rolls her eyes but chuckles. “You certainly are one filthy bitch.”
“What does that make you then?” she replies, arching an eyebrow.
“A dirty bastard.” You admit, cleaning yourself up. She buttons up her shirt, but leaves the top few buttons undone before climbing to her feet and sitting back down next to you.
“I guess we’re well matched then eh?” She laughs.
“I think this could be the start of a wonderful partnership.” You agree, pulling your trousers back up and finding yourself looking forward to travelling the galaxy with the beautiful redhead.
THE END
“The Indian girl.” You murmur, Vanessa’s smile broadening before her green skin return to the previous light brown, her dark brown eyes smouldering at you from beneath strands of silky black hair.
“You want me to suck it?” She breathes huskily. You nod and she chuckles before slowly lowering her head down into your lap. You gasp as you feel the hot, wetness of her mouth envelop the tip, her lips closing tightly around your shaft. As her lips slide slowly down your length, you groan with pleasure, watching intently as Vanessa’s head bobs up and down. Her hands work at the remaining buttons on the shirt before peeling the garment open and exposing her small, firm breasts. Your gaze lingers on the smooth, soft curves of her chest and her dark brown nipples jutting out proudly. She cups them in each hand, pinching at the erect buds and moaning softly around your shaft. The vibrations travel down your length and make your balls tingle.
“That feels incredible.” You pant, the pressure already rapidly building in your loins. Her head continues to rise and fall, your cock slipping deeply into her warm, moist mouth. It feels strange though exciting to have this new, though familiar woman pleasuring you, her technique as markedly different as her appearance. Long strands of her hair brush the tops of your thighs and you can feel a droplet of her saliva trickling down to your balls. Her hands squeeze and knead her pert breasts, her own muffled moans more frequent now as if she is deriving pleasure purely from pleasuring you. You strain in your chair, knowing you are on the brink, but wanting the moment to last forever. You last only a few more moments as you feel the pressure in your balls build rapidly until you cannot hold back any longer.
“I’m gonna come!” You gasp, your hands gripping the arms of your chair. Vanessa draws back, her sultry brown eyes gaze deeply into yours, willing you to climax. Her lips lock around the tip and she gently sucks on it. You groan thickly, thrusting your hips up off the chair as you feel your balls convulse. You grunt with release as you feel your seed surge, streaking up your shaft to erupt into Vanessa’s waiting mouth. You watch her gratefully swallow each spurt as your cock twitches again and again. Her tongue flicks over the crown and she gently sucks the last few weaker spurts from you as you slump back into your chair, utterly sated. Vanessa pulls away, her eyes gleaming as they change back from brown to green. She licks her lips and runs her fingers through her hair as the silky black strands turn to a rich red, her skin becoming pale and freckly while her breasts expand several cup sizes. She reaches down and buttons up her shirt before climbing back to her feet and sitting back down next to you.
“I could get used to that.” You pant.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She snorts. “I expect you to reciprocate. Equal partners remember.” You grin and nod, watching as she draws the hem of the makeshift dress up, her pale thighs revealed. She parts her legs and glances across at you with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smirk. You chuckle and climb out of your seat, already enjoying the benefits of having Vanessa aboard.
THE END
“Goddamn it!” You mutter, both at the frustration of having to break them out and at your conscience for insisting you try. “Aki? Anything you can do from in there?” The petite hacker is already busily tapping at her wrist mounted computer.
“They’ve locked me out!” She shouts through the window slit. “They’re jamming me…” Her words trail off and her eyes widen as she looks past you. Your heart sinking, you turn around as several guards spill out of a turbolift halfway along the corridor. They advance towards you, their rifles raised and trained on you.
“Try to get the door open!” You shout at Aki, who looks less than convinced. You might be clutching at straws, but if you can hold them off, perhaps Aki can override the lockdown.
“Drop it!” One of the guards snarls as they warily close on your position.
Surrender
Open fire and try to hold them off
You grit your teeth and raise your blaster, the guards shouting out in alarm as you fire off a couple of shots, which streak past them. They quickly recover, firing a barrage of plasma bolts in return. With no cover whatsoever, the shots shred through you. One catches you in the side, the force twisting you around and slamming you into the vault door. You grimace through the slit of window at the faces of your trapped companions, your bloody fingers leaving red streaks on the glass as you slowly slide down to the deck. As the footsteps of the guards draw closer, you roll onto your back. One steps forward and with a sneer, aims his rifle at your head before delivering the coup de grâce.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
“It’s hopeless.” You tell Eris. “The whole ship will be on high alert. To continue would be suicide!” Eris glares at you a moment before reluctantly nodding.
“Goddamn it!” She spits before gesturing back the way you came. “Okay, let’s get the hell out of here.” Her shoulders slump. “All that dylatinum…” She murmurs almost to herself.
“It’s no use if we’re in prison or dead.” You reply gently, squeezing her arm.
“I know you’re right, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.” She snaps.
You all hurry through the maze of corridors towards the hull breach and the safety of Eris’s ship.
“Nearly there.” Eris tells you, glancing at the map screen on her wrist.
“We’re going to make it!” Aki murmurs as you step through the door into the final corridor. Blaster fire streaks down the corridor, clipping Aki’s side. She screams in agony, clutching her wound. A security force stands over the hull breach while Vanessa is nowhere to be seen.
“Drop your weapons!” A voice snarls behind you. You glance over your shoulder, your heart sinking as a second security force closes in behind you, trapping you between them. With a sigh of resignation, Eris tosses her blaster away, the others following suit as their weapons clatter on the deck.
“You too Earthman.” The guard barks. You are about to drop your gun when a yellow and black striped access hatch in the wall catches your eye. You’ve seen this type in your Galactic Navy days. An emergency escape hatch leading to a fully automated single person escape pod. There just seems to be the one nearby. Eris follows your gaze, her eyes widening.
“Don’t even fucking think about it!” She growls.
Surrender
Abandon Eris and use the escape pod
Go out in a blaze of glory
You smile grimly and raise your blaster, taking down a couple of the guards who seem frozen in place in amazement at your reckless stupidity. The remaining guards open fire, the corridor filled with plasma bolts. You gasp in agony as you are hit several times, dropping to your knees. The security force, perhaps panicking, fire indiscriminately, the others crying out as they are cut down too. As you slump to the floor, you find yourself facing a critically wounded Eris lying next to you, thick green blood oozing from several wounds.
“Trent, you fucking arsehole.” She spits hoarsely before grimacing and falling still, the light going out of her grey eyes. A booted foot kicks the blaster from your grasp and then shoves you onto your back. You find yourself gazing up at one of the guards, his amber eyes blazing with anger an
d a scowl on his face. He has his blaster aimed at your head.
“She’s right, you are a fucking arsehole.” He tells you grimly, his finger tightening on the trigger.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
You throw yourself towards the hatch, punching the large red button in the centre. The doors slide open and you dive into the escape chute.
“You cowardly son of…” Eris’s words are cut off by the hatch closing shut behind you. You slip down the chute and slide into a narrow cylindrical escape pod not much bigger than a coffin. As the pod seals behind you, you hope that’s not an omen. There is a roar as the propulsion fires and the pod is launched from the side of the Vault ship. You peer over your shoulder, watching through a tiny porthole as the vast vessel grows smaller by the second as you streak away into space. The automated pod will lock on to the nearest planet and self-guide. You know Orion Prime is nearby, so all you have to do is lie back and relax. You breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a pang of guilt and regret at abandoning the others. Still, you were in no position to change their fate, while you could still save yourself. After years of surviving on the fringes of the galaxy by your wits alone, self-preservation is one of your stronger instincts. You see lights flashing on the hull of the Vault ship. You glance at them curiously for a moment before your eyes widen in horror as you realise they have opened fire at you.
“Shit!” You murmur grimly as plasma bolts streak past you. You grit your teeth, knowing the next one could find its mark and send you to an instant death in the freezing vacuum of space.
As the escape pod rockets further away with each moment, the spread of the bolts is increasingly wide of the mark. Just as you begin to relax, the pod suddenly rattles and shudders, spinning wildly out of control. You cry out in terror, bracing yourself as it tumbles uncontrollably through space. One of the plasma bolts must have clipped you. Not enough to destroy the pod, but enough to throw you wildly off course. You just hope you are close enough to Orion Prime that your momentum will take you into the atmosphere. If you miss the planet completely, the pod will literally become a coffin as you waste away over the next few days as you begin an infinite journey across the universe.
The next half an hour or so seems like an eternity before you suddenly feel the pod shake as it plunges through Orion Prime’s outer atmosphere. Again, you breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps this is your lucky day after all. As you streak towards the lush green surface of the planet, you realise something’s wrong. The pod is becoming increasingly hot. The shot must have done more damage than you realised. You can feel beads of sweat running down your face and you realise you have a choice to make.
Stay and burn to death
Leave the pod and plummet to your death
You’re not about to jump out of the frying pan and into the fire. Maybe the escape pod will make it to the ground with you just lightly toasted rather than well done. You grit your teeth, sweat pouring off you as the temperature steadily climbs. Acrid smoke begins to pour out of gaps between the panelling. It smells like the electrical components are alight. You cough on the fumes, your eyes streaming and pray you are nearly to the ground. The confined space quickly fills with the thick smoke and it burns your throat and lungs as you are forced to breathe it. You retch and begin to feel faint. You grit your teeth, trying to fight it and knowing if you lose consciousness, you will never awake.
“Stay with it, stay with it.” You murmur, but your eyelids are heavy. The darkness closes in and you drift off to oblivion long before the flaming escape pod plummets down onto the surface. With the systems fried, it hits the ground hard, your burnt corpse squashed to a pulp by the impact.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
Deciding that a quick, though terrifying death is marginally preferable to a slow and painful one, you reach for the emergency release on the hatch and pull the chunky red lever through ninety degrees. The explosive bolts fire in unison and the circular hatch cover flies outwards away from the escape pod. With the pod tumbling through the air, you struggle out of the cylinder, the casing scalding hot. You throw yourself out and away from the capsule, the wind rushing around you as you plummet towards the ground. While you try to control your tumbling body, you don’t notice the wildly out of control escape pod swing back around. You wince as it smashes into the back of your head. Gritting your teeth against the pain, you blink, trying to fight back the fog threatening to overwhelm you. It is futile and as your vision darkens, you reflect that plummeting to the ground while unconscious will be a mercy.
You stir, your eyes flicking open to find yourself gazing up into a leafy canopy with shafts of sunlight shining through the gaps. You can hear the wind whistling through the branches and the distant sounds of chirping wildlife. The woodland air smells clean and fresh and you can’t remember ever feeling so tranquil. For a moment, you wonder if this is the afterlife. You raise an eyebrow, having always assumed that you’d end up somewhere a little warmer and sulphurous. The thought is swiftly dispelled as you stretch and move your limbs, pain lancing through your body.
“Fuck!” You grimace. No, you are very much alive and despite a few aches and bruises and a right ankle that hurts like hell, you seem to be in one piece. You gingerly sit up and immediately lie straight back down again, fear clawing at you. Rather than lying on the forest floor, you are instead on a small platform high up in the uppermost branches of towering trees. You cautiously sit up again, fighting back vertigo induced nausea and examining your surroundings. The platform has been constructed from several branches roughly lashed together with furs thrown on top. Your shirt and trousers have been removed and you notice that a broad leaf has been bound to your ankle. You lift the edge, finding that a gash has been cleaned and dressed with some strange wispy organic wadding. You glance around you, but whoever attended to your wound is not with you. You look for a way down to the forest floor, but can see no ladders or ropes. You cautiously crawl to the edge of the platform and peer down. The first branches of the tree are far above the ground. A long drop down even if you can manage to climb that far. It also begs the question as to how you got up here in the first place…
Wait to see if your saviour returns
Attempt to climb down the tree
Deciding that you need to be master of your own fate, you crawl over to the edge of the platform and carefully inch across the thick branches towards the trunk of the tree. The treetop sways disconcertingly in the wind and you fight the temptation to look down as you wrap your arms around the trunk. You begin to slowly clamber down, gripping tightly onto the branches as you lower yourself from one to the next. You make slow but steady progress until you reach the lowermost branch, the leafy brown forest floor still far below you.
“Shit.” You curse, trying to work out how to descend the final third of the gigantic tree. The bark of the trunk is rough, but still smooth enough that there is nothing other than the occasional knot to use as a foothold or handhold. The trunk is so thick that you can no longer wrap your arms around it. You decide the only way is to hold on as best you can and slide down, hoping the friction will be enough to slow your descent sufficiently to avoid a serious injury. You grip the trunk, grit your teeth and step off the branch. You cry out with pain, grimacing as the bark of the tree rips into your fingers and arms as you slip down the trunk. You dig the insteps of your feet into the trunk, but it does little to slow you. You plummet down the trunk completely out of control, your cries of pain rapidly becoming shrieks of terror before you smash into the ground with a sickening snap as your legs both fracture. You lie there on the forest floor, clutching your shattered limbs and writhing in agony. You glance at the damage and see bone protruding through the side of one leg, thick blood seeping from the wound. You look away, cursing yourself for your recklessness. As you teeter on the edge of consciousness, you hear a growl. You look up to see a pack of this planet’s equivalent of wolves. Lo
w, muscular hairless bodies, six powerful legs and thick, leathery skin. Their red eyes gleam malevolently as they close in, mouths filled with razor sharp teeth opening and drooling as they anticipate an easy kill…
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
Assuming that whoever saved you would not patch you up simply to abandon you, you lie back down. Feeling a little exposed lying there in just your underpants, you pull one of the furs over your body and patiently wait for their return.
The hours tick by and the sun moves higher in the sky and grows hotter. Your lips are dry and you find yourself increasingly thirsty. You peer over the edge of the platform again, but you quickly dismiss the idea of attempting the climb. Better thirsty than crumpled in agony on the ground with two shattered legs. As you lie back, you hear a rhythmical beating sound high above you. You shield your eyes from the sun as you look for the source. You can see a strange beast flying towards you. The glare stops you making it out too clearly, but it is some sort of winged creature and it looks as big as you. You glance around you, wondering if there is anything you can use as a weapon. Perhaps you could break the off one of the branches from the platform and use it as a club. As the creature looms closer, you realise you have no time and are completely at its mercy. You glance towards it, your eyes widening as the silhouette draws closer and you realise it is a humanoid with wings. The figure hovers for a moment, wings beating powerfully, before swooping down towards you and gracefully alighting on the edge of the platform. Your eyes focus on the fur clad form of a woman, her long, feathered wings folding neatly behind her back, the tops visible above her shoulders. You blink in surprise, wondering if you died in the crash landing and have somehow entered Valhalla. The Valkyrie looks young, perhaps nineteen or twenty. Her long reddish-brown hair is wild and tangled and her dark eyes gaze at you warily. Garments made from roughly stitched skins are wrapped around her curvaceous hips and chest, while her bare midriff and legs are slender and toned. She speaks softly, but you don’t understand her strange language. She smiles shyly at your blank expression and points to your wounded leg.
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