Reeon woke up in the morning to noises echoing through the ship, groggy, stumbled out the bedroom to see many aliens and pieces of the ship scattered about, just in nothing but boxers.
“Good morning,” two of them greeted him.
He gave a noncommittal wave.
“Hope you don’t mind, but we made something similar to what you humans call coffee. You can have some, if you like,” said a female.
He looked at her light gray muscular body, four arms, face that was mostly mouth. What looked like more than a pair of breast, and what looked like a bulge in her pants. He couldn’t look away, and found her oddly sexy. She noticed.
“I might break you.”
“Might be worth it—I’m sorry.”
She glared up at him and snorted. “You don’t know what I am, do you?”
“I was… somewhat sheltered.”
“I’m guessing sex is on your mind?”
“Sorry.”
“I might think about it… it’s been a while since I’ve mated. Understand that my species is a bit rough, and probably not what you’re expecting.”
His eyes went wide, all of this was a surprise. “I’m… going to take a shower, and try some of that… coffee stuff.” He pointed.
“I would give it some thought if I were you. We’ll talk later.”
“Umm… you speak and understand English really well, by the way.”
“Galactic Basic? Once you humans found space travel, spread all over the place… it’s not as impressive as you think. Some languages are so complex, that Basic is really easy… rudimentary.”
“That sounds like us,” he said with a light chuckle.
“What’s really impressive is when a human learns languages they can speak.”
“I suppose I should try and learn those things, if I’m gonna be shipping all over.”
“Don’t try to impress me. We might see about that later, if I give you the offer, and you take it.” She walked away.
Reeon walked to the bathroom and passed Jazzibelle charging. He hoped there was even water to use, started the shower and cheered when water started to spurt, pulse, and flow steady. It dawned on him that he had no wash cloth or towel. Jazzibelle opened her eyes once she couldn’t ignore the noise, stopped charging and pulled her coveralls up. She opened the door and stepped out. She saw a lot of the interior opened up, sounds of tools, aliens working away. She walked and noticed he wasn’t in his room, and asked one in their language, if he had seen Reeon. He said he never left the ship, and asked what color should the ship be painted.
Reeon didn’t want to be seen naked, so he waited until there was a lull in noise, to make a run for it. Jazzibelle heard a door and footsteps, stepped into the hall to have him bump right into her, his feet slid on the metal floor when he tried to stop, and fell.
“Why are you running around naked?”
“I was in the shower and realized I didn’t pack a towel.”
She looked at his toned body, up and down, as he got up.
“Thanks for the assist,” he grumbled.
“They wanted to know what color you wanted the ship,” she asked, eyes still on his cock.
“Orange, I guess. If they don’t have that; then I don’t care… purple, like your hair, or something.”
She watched him walk to his room. “Curse this programming… and him for actually being attractive.”
“Let me know if that car things ready, too!”
“I suppose he’s not too bad, if you’re into that kinda thing,” that female alien said as she came out of the kitchen with a cup.
“I’ve been offline for way too long. There’s nothing special about him.”
“There’s not?” She pointed at her crotch.
“Like I said… it’s been cycles, and that’s just faulty programming from a… nonstandard part replacement.”
She cackled. “Ah. You probably just need to get it out of your system. Been a while for me, too.”
Jazzibelle just nodded.
“Better finish up lunch, and get back at it,” she said with a sigh.
“Oh… he said he wanted orange paint, or purple, if you don’t have it.”
“I’ll relay that. You know… it’s kinda funny that he has you, and tried to hit on me, of all things here.”
“He’s an idiot.”
She cackled again, as she walked away. Reeon stepped out of his room in dark jeans, a long sleeved white t-shirt, and black vest.
“Does this say space captain?”
She looked, the t-shirt was tight on him and she could see his shape.
“Well?”
“They wear whatever. That looks like you’re going to be hot and sweaty.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“I don’t sweat.”
“No, but you will get hot.”
“I’ll be fine. I don’t know why you’re worried about my attire.”
“I don’t know why you want that thing so much, knowing it was Winston’s, and you hate him.”
“You’re right,” she said, thoughtfully. “You’re getting me clothes.”
They made their way through the mess and outside, found the exterior in process of being stripped, panels removed with cannons ready to mount.
Jazzibelle tried to process what she heard; Reeon hit on a Pherixian. There was a possibility he had no clue what he was flirting with, that he did, and he’d rather sleep with anything with a pulse, than her, or that very thing, despite not knowing what he was trying to get into. Because she knows about them, and how their race has mutual penetration.
“So there you two are! I was just coming to talk to you,” G greeted.
“G, morning,” Reeon greeted.
“I never introduced myself to you, young lady.” He gave his real name. “Most people just call me, G.”
“I’m Jazzibelle, his partner.”
“At least you did something right,” he said with a laugh. “A gorgeous droid to help you out. So here we have two front facing charged particle cannons, and two point defense, rapid fire, triple barrel ionized plasma auto cannons. The auto cannons can be manual controlled.”
“Sounds good, like great power,” Reeon stated.
“Yeah, well… don’t go picking any fights with warships. They’ll rip you to pieces before you make too many dents.”
“It’ll be a good job, right?”
“Of Course! It’s just another part of the salvage business.” G stepped closer to him. “Besides… didn’t you say something about a job? I guess you could say these additions were paid for, and since I got to save money, and my usual guy has… retired… I’ve got a shipment for you, until I find a new guy. Pays pretty good, too.”
“I could use the cred.”
“Great! It’ll give you time to test the weapons system, too! Good thing you have her to translate.” He walked away.
“Test the weapons? Aww yeah!”
“Wait, don’t tell me you’re broke,” Jazzibelle whispered in his ear.
“Would I be planning a shopping trip, if I were broke?”
“You said you needed cred.”
“Two things can be true. I still have a decent sum left. Ever heard the old adage; if you want to make a million dollars, you gotta start with two? That’s what I started with. It’s true I dunno shit about spaceships like that, but I know they’re expensive. I talked Winston in to a deal with a fourth of that, and a car, and got lucky with you and the ship. I probably still got stuff to pay for, and I don’t wanna operate at a loss.”
“So you are shady?”
“Kinda, I guess. I’m gonna walk around some.”
“I guess things won’t be that boring with him after all,” she muttered.
—
After a while of meandering about, and watching them install equipment, the two realized G was more than just on the outskirts. They were in the ship and watched the workers inside.
“Excuse me… uhh… miss?” Reeon caught the attention of the woman he talked to earlier.
She was carrying heavy cables, and turned. “Yah? You having second thoughts?”
“Not… not really. I don’t know how to ask this… your ummm… uhh—”
“What am I?”
“Yeah, that.”
She looked at Jazzibelle and gave a smirk. “I’m a Pherixian.”
“Ah. I just was wondering.”
“So you knew what you were trying to get into. So is it going to be a problem?”
“No, no… no problem. Now I know.”
“Yeah. Now you know.” She chuckled and walked away.
“You really don’t know, do you,” Jazzibelle asked.
“I don’t, but I can’t let her know that.”
“So what was that all about?”
“Nothing for you to worry too much about.”
She gave him a look.
“I have some… important stuff to do real quick.”
“Important what? There’s nothing to do.”
“Captain stuff,” he said as he went towards his bedroom and shut the door.
“What important work needs to be done in–‽”
Her curiosity got the better of her. Reeon didn’t know anything about that alien he wanted to fuck. She walked to the common room.
“Okay… now I gotta know. He’s not the only one who wants to get laid,” she said as she plugged herself in the console, her eyes dimmed, and she was in the ship’s system.
When she said she could access all systems, she meant it. She saw that the spare power system was on standby, on account of the generator connected to the ship, what systems weren’t online, due to the work. And Reeons current net activity.
“He’s really looking up Pherixians. I wish I could see his reaction. Is he still interested in her, or completely grossed out?”
The net results were of Pherixian biology. There were pictures of the female reproductive and mating organs, four breast that seemed too large for their short body, four muscular arms, a toned stomach, no curves or hips, plump, but taught butt. Their reproductive and mating organ appeared as a large mound when closed, that appears as a prominent bulge in cloths. It appears to be a prehensile penis-like appendage that is kept inserted in their vagina, locked, while the rest is bent up over, as a natural codpiece. When aroused, the tensions relaxed, it uncoils, then is pulled out of her wet vagina, and on average about the length of their thigh, as it hangs between their vagina and rectum.
“Is he really into this‽”
During mating, females use that appendage to insert into the rectum of the male, and help lock them together, along with her lower arms, so they can neither escape, and to make sure the male is present until his climax. It’s sensitive enough that she can feel his heartbeat, and movements that tell her he’s close to ejaculation, and serves as her clitoris. It also serves as protection against sexual assault, for forced removal can rip her vagina apart. All while males can’t force themselves on the females, the latter when in heat, are driven mad with lust, and on some occasions are just aroused and want sex, will assault a male for that release. Which is another function of her clitoris; it forces an erection by stimulating the male prostate.
“Oh I wish I could see his face! Could he be freaking out at the idea of anything like a dick in his ass? What else has he been looking at?”
She reviewed his search history to find he looked at porn, that he had narrowed his search for aliens with penis-like appendages.
“Is this what he really wants? Some woman, or what he thinks is a woman to… mount him? Does that mean that I—this isn’t a curse that’s impacted my sex life, since I’m not allowed to have sex with anybody, but my master?
She didn’t realize it, but her body reacted.
“Maybe… if this just isn’t some curiosity, or strictly fantasy, we could do it, actually do it. What’s he doing now?”
She went back to the current activity, discovered he had searched for porn videos of Pherixians. He had moved to them while she went through his search history.
“Damn. No, he really wants this. Nobody goes this deep into anything, just to keep it a fantasy. He’s going to fuck her, or try. I bet that ass of his won’t even be up for it. Those girls have pretty big clits. He needs prep… needs something to start him off, get him used to it. Me. I can do it. Besides; he’s my captain, my master, I should be first, anyway! I will be first. If he doesn’t like it, then he really won’t like her, and I’ll be his last. He might even fix me. I might win either way. As much as I’ve hated this thing… if it’s what gets me laid; I’ll be d him over, and make him scream my name.”
She didn’t know it, but she had a full erection as she stood at the console, and it caught the attention of a few workers. She tried to figure out how to use the communications to see him, but it would override if the video feed was active. So she watched with him a video where a Pherixian had sex with another alien race, then disconnected, and walked out of the common room. She bumped into that woman again, who talked with another worker.
“Excuse me,” the other female worker asked. “Th’ boss said the grav-glider fixin’s finished.”
“Thanks, I’ll let him know. Is there anything still open in town?”
“Yep. We were talking about goin’ to’s a bar after work.”
“What got you so excited,” the Pherixian asked.
She looked at her hard-on. “I told you earlier… faulty equipment.”
They looked at each other and laughed.
“We’s thought you were spying on your captain watchin’ the porns.”
“Oh, no… you see… that’s not—look I,” she couldn’t form the words, embarrassed, she went to knock on his door. “Hey! The grav-gliders fixed if you want to go to town!”
“Give me a minute!”
Jazzibelle turned back to them. “Umm. If he does say yes… can you go easy on him? There won’t be a need to force him in submission.”
“I don’t think I’ll need to, but it’s been too long, and at this point, I can’t promise I’ll let him say no, if we get into it.” She looked at Jazzibelles slowly deflating cock. “I might make an exception if you wanna take his place.”
“I don’t have cum, so even if I did, you wouldn’t let me go.”
“I’d get tired eventually,” she said with a smirk.
Before Jazzibelle could speak, Reeon stepped out of his room.
“Finally, we get to get supplies!”
The other worker tossed him the key.
“Yeah, let’s get going before it gets too late!”
The Pherixian stopped her. “So he seems interested, right? Does he not know about your… accessory?”
She shook her head. “It shouldn’t even be there. I was maliciously repaired and I hate it.”
“If he likes me… he’ll like that. And maybe you’ll grow to like it. It’s not like you can’t be fixed.”
“That’s true. I miss my fat ass and thick thighs.”
“Jazzibelle, c’mon!”
“Coming!” She ran after him.
—
“Okay… I need your help with this shit. We need food that I can eat, ship supplies, weapons.”
“This place is a melting pot.” She looked around. “You might not find earth food here, you’ll just need to settle on that. There’s a supply hub, right there.”
Reeon pulled into a parking spot, they got out.
“Whew! This place looks okay.” Reeon looked around.
“A city’s a city. Just be careful.”
Reeon purchased several bags of supplies and general maintenance things for the ship, Then went for food.
“Yeah… I guess I’ll take your word on these things, but we’re definitely going back to earth to get things… especially food.”
“Where you’re wanted?”
“There’s other states and countries.”
They found a weapons depot, where he was like a kid in a candy store.
“Reeon, I thought you were trying to save money? We’re a shipping company, not mercenaries.”
“I know, I know… but they’re so cool, never know what we’ll run into. And I’ve got you your personal sidearm!”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you should have one. I’m sure you’re used to having one.”
“Not really,” she thought to herself. “Umm… thanks.”
“No problem. I’m gonna be wearing this one out. Now we can turn one of those storage rooms into an armory.”
With the cases of weapons and ammo in the cargo area, they went clothes shopping.
“This looks good!”
“I think that’s more superhero, than space captain.”
“Pfft. You don’t know style,” he said as he stood in an orange leather-like trench coat with black metallic shoulder plates, short sleeves, a black t-shirt, purple baggy canvass cargo pants, tucked into mid-calf boots.
She rolled her eyes.
“Okay, let’s see what you got on terms of style. And don’t say coveralls are all you want. All that talk of how sexy you claim to be, it’s time to show it off, right?”
Jazzibelle didn’t think she could dress how she used to, despite the chance he might like her current configuration.
“Fine.”
“Good. Let’s do it.”
She came out of that store with a few pair of coveralls that fit her better, and nothing really risqué; baggy pants, boots, regular shirts, a coat.
“Wow. You’re gonna be quite the eye candy in that.”
“I know sarcasm when I hear it.”
“You’re the one that claimed you were, so be it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the clothes I picked!”
“Accept they hide everything.”
“Oh… then why don’t you pick things out for me, then‽”
“I will at the next store!”
“Good!”
“Awesome! Now let’s go!”
“What did I just do,” she thought to herself.
“And whatever I get has to be worn! That’s an order!”
“Not fair!”
At the next store, he picked out the most revealing things he could find; booty shorts, halter tops, fishnets, knee-high boots, bikini shirts, bikinis, thongs, tight pants, short jackets. Things she actually liked.
“Now pick something to wear, so we can toss that.”
“Really? I don’t have the body to show off some of this stuff, anymore.”
“So you don’t have that fat ass anymore, you still got more than some women got. Get over yourself, and make an outfit.”
“This stuff makes me more uncomfortable with my looks.”
“Well, maybe it’ll help get your confidence back, when people are checking you out.”
She sighed and went in the changing room. She put on red knee-high boots, shorts her old ass would’ve proudly hung out the bottom of, a halter top that showed a lot of boob, and a red halter canvass long-sleeve jacket.
“Are you happy now,” she asked and stepped out.
“Damn. Sexy as fuck. And you said I didn’t have style.”
“Can we get back to the ship now?”
“No, we need two more things; dinner, and booze. And to show you off of course.”
“Show me—I’m still dirty from being stored.”
“Get cleaned up later. I’m hungry.”
—
She felt a bit uneasy as they walked around, like people knew she was messed up from the waist down. She missed the jiggle of her ass, when she walked, and hated those toned, slender legs. He found a place that seemed to cook earth cuisine, and had imported drinks. They went to buy alcohol, and ran into G’s two employees.
“So that’s your casual wear? Looks good on you,” the Pherixian stated.
“Looks good, right,” Reeon boasted. “Told you!”
“Why are you dressed like an action star,” the other asked.
“Told you!”
“Ehh… looks good on him.”
“Yeah, babe!”
The Pherixian wore a tight unitard that showed both of her cleavage and legs, and had on platform shoes.
“You look good, too.” He eyed her up and down.
“Good and drunk,” the other said.
“Yeah. Been thinking about the thing, too. I’ll really need it if I get nothing tonight. Have you thought it over,” she asked boldly.
“I… think I might be able to help you.”
“Help her with what,” Jazzibelle asked.
“Oh! Uh… something to ship, that’s all.”
“Yeaaah. I got a delivery for him,” she said with a smirk. “I’ll stop by tomorrow night to talk about it.”
“Great. Great. We have a bit work to do, and I plan on getting some kinda drunk, doing it. So much shopping today.”
“Damn shame, captain.”
“Might as well have a drink or two before we leave.”
—
More than a few drinks later, Jazzibelle drove back to the scrapyard, they unloaded the grav-glider, she was surprised he was still functioning. He said to sit it all in the common room, and they’d sort it out later, and went to his room. Jazzibelle looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and saw how dirty she was. It wasn’t long before she heard a noise echo through the ship, erotic noises. She walked and found his door open, him watching porn, his cock out. It looked nice and thick, she felt her own press against her shorts.
“Fuck yeah… I need that,” he said.
“And I need that,” she replied, covered her mouth, and ran.
Jazzibelle started the shower, stripped down, went to look for body wash and shampoo. She looked at herself in the mirror, big breast, toned stomach, no hips, no butt, cock stood straight out. She poked it with her finger and dragged a nail down it, the sensation made her shudder. She looked in the mirror and watched herself gently use her nails on it, she let out a small moan and it twitched.
“You’re doing this for him, not for yourself… it doesn’t matter if it feels good. He wants something like this, so bad, and I can give it to him… how he wants it,” she said as she stroked herself.
Another moan brought her out of it. She quickly shook her head and stepped in the shower. The thought of mounting him and going deep in him, kept her erect. She watched all the old dirt and dust wash away. She started to reject it less and less, as she washed, and her urge and lust grew. Even if he was fairly average, she found him highly attractive.
Reeon was lost in himself and his new porn obsession, he watched more Pherixian porn. He had seen how rough they can get and figured if he was willing enough, she wouldn’t need to fight him. In the video, there was a foursome; one guy laid under her with his cock in her ass, another mounted her on top. A woman was backed up to the three on her knees, while the Pherixian penetrated her with her clitoris. There was a cacophony of moans, heavy breathing, and dirty talk.
Jazzibelle stroked her cock in the shower once she was clean. Her shoulder-length hair near plastered on her skin.
“No… I need to stop. Control myself. I’m saving my orgasm for him.”
She turned the shower off and stepped out, walked down the hall, and watched him from the doorway. A newfound fantasy she wants to explore. A thought that if he wants it, and likes it, then maybe she can too. She can accept her new self if he can, she can do her full job and keep her purpose.
