Accident
(More Voltranks, more girls, futanari, and a bit of self-repetition in the name of an iron-hard erection.)
(May Vasily Golovachev forgive me for some plagiarism:-)
The only clothing on me were silk panties and regulation boots. The panties were the standard-issue black, and the glossy, form-fitting fabric boots were custom-made. There were perks to serving in "long-range reconnaissance." The flight was proceeding normally, without incident. The week-long patrol was coming to an end. The Humes system was a rather boring border world. The only entertainment was the very occasional freighter and the asteroid belt. The freighters readily responded to friend-or-foe queries
and vanished from the ship's sensor range. The asteroids maintained a sullen silence, majestically moving along their endless orbit around a nameless, utterly unremarkable sphere that hadn't even been given a name, just a catalog number.I absentmindedly watched the instruments and autopilot, preparing for the final jump that would set the ship on course for home—the orbital long-range detection station. Human colonies were spreading through the galaxy like a cancerous tumor, to the delight of the Earth Federation and the utter horror of other inhabitants in the discovered systems.
"A naked girl in panties and boots fighting alien filth with her bare hands. Barbarella, no less. I don't need weapons anyway. The onboard systems vigilantly protected me anywhere on the ship. Leaving the bridge, I entered a short corridor. Everything here was calm and intact. The surprise awaited beyond the next bulkhead.
The right side of the ship had ceased to exist. The impression was as if they had first breached the hull and then hastily patched it up with makeshift materials, bowing and sheepishly shrugging their hands in apology for the mess. The materials, however, were clearly not of Earth origin. A disembodied AI voice rustled in my head, informing me that an unknown substance twice the size of my scout had been detected on the starboard side. Analyzers began probing the foreign material, and data trickled into my brain in a thin stream. After half an hour, the picture became somewhat clearer.
The AI, meanwhile, began analyzing the potential threat and, for some reason, found none. I received a feed from the external cameras and could see what my ship looked like now. The Voltran ship—and it was one—resembled a spindle, its port side firmly attached to my scout. It had no other visible damage.
The boring, routine patrol had turned into an exciting and possibly dangerous event. Without much thought, I decided to make a friendship visit. The first in the history of our civilizations. No matter how you slice it, the Voltrans would have a hard time wriggling out of this one. Maybe they'd even give me a medal on Earth, a cheerful thought flashed through my mind. The only complication for my plan was that instead of my cabin, I was surveying the hull of an alien ship and found myself in an awkward situation. It's not proper to go for first contact wearing only panties. The repair robots were completely absorbed in their task, and I didn't want to distract them with such trifles as creating a new cabin for me and growing clothing. I rummaged through the ship and finally found my old jumpsuit, torn and dirty after a botched repair operation conducted with the connivance of the onboard AI and out of sheer boredom. Fashioning it into a sort of cloak, I covered my chest and decided that, under the circumstances, there was no choice anyway. The result was quite amusing: a petite brunette in a shapeless cloak tightly hugging her ample chest and barely covering her buttocks, panties, and boots worn barefoot. The Voltrans would be in shock.
I returned to the breached hull and ordered the AI to create an opening. However, that proved unnecessary. As soon as I approached, an opening large enough for me to pass through appeared.
I cautiously boarded the alien ship and looked around. Nothing special. Uniform design, an abundance of white and beige with splashes of silver. No visible controls. Clean, smooth walls emitting a soft light from their entire surface. A small corridor gently curving, apparently following the ship's contour, and at its far end, a Voltran awaited me. Or rather, a Voltranka.
"Hi," I squeaked, unable to think of anything more meaningful on the spot; the alien looked too unusual.
"Hello," the girl said in a pleasant voice.
Well, a start has been made, I thought.
The alien girl smiled, a bit surprised, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"I'm Mira," she replied, and after a slight pause, "just Mira."
I smiled awkwardly, figuring out what to do next. The situation was somehow strange. It was like stepping into a rabbit hole, flashing behind my back, and I'm falling headfirst into a madhouse. Two ships collided in open space, and their pilots are chatting as if nothing happened. How is such a meeting even supposed to go? There must be procedures? Think, Vika, think.
"I think it would be better to continue our conversation in a more comfortable place," Mira said before I could start doubting my sanity. "Follow me."
The short corridor led to a spacious oval hall, again without any visible signs indicating the room's function. Mira comfortably settled on a couch that appeared behind her and gestured to the spot opposite. A second identical pouf literally materialized out of thin air, and I obediently sat on the edge.
"Our exit points coincided," Mira said calmly. "But you already know that." I nodded obediently, and Mira continued.
"The ship says repairs will take 3 days. But I suspect that's overly optimistic. We got hit pretty hard; I can't say more precisely until the AI completes the initial repairs."
"To the nearest inhabited world at normal speed, a month's journey. My ship retained that capability; yours probably did too, the engines have no external damage," Mira informed me competently. "So, we wait for the repairs to finish, and in the meantime, I'd be glad if you stayed as my guest."
I thought about it, remembered that such an opportunity comes once in a lifetime, and that I don't even have a cabin anymore.
"I'd be delighted to accept the invitation."
"Excellent," Mira smiled. Her smile was very beautiful; if I were a man, I'd already be lying on the floor, legs up. Although there was something about this girl. I couldn't pinpoint it right away. I'm aroused! That's it! Maybe it's perfume? Maybe something is affecting me? I've never been attracted to women, let alone alien ones, yet I was clearly drawn to this alien girl. I shivered, trying to hide my excitement and tensely crossed my legs. Mira, as if nothing was wrong, walked around the cabin, and against my will, I watched her. Her graceful, sated-cat gait. Her enticing curves.
"You have questions, I'm sure," the alien girl purred. "Ask, don't be shy."
"You're very beautiful," escaped my lips before I realized how silly it sounded.
"Oh, thank you, you're very pretty too." She instantly moved closer, sat down next to me on the couch, and asked with a charming smile.
"But perhaps you have other questions." Her eyes practically radiated goodwill.
"Uhhh," I honestly tried to concentrate. Clichéd phrases swirled in my head, completely unsuitable for the situation. In this situation, everything was just wrong. Mira was sitting very close; I could feel the warmth of her body and a very pleasant, unidentifiable scent.
"She's an alien," I thought, "it's ultimately unnatural." But I was drawn to her. The whole world could wait because I was about to explode if I didn't touch her body, her full lips.
Mira watched my internal turmoil patiently and amiably. She gently ran her hand through my hair, and it felt very natural, as if it was meant to be.
"I can't understand what's happening, but I want you terribly badly," I squeezed out, blushing with shame. "I can't formulate a question."
"Well, then why resist," Mira replied casually and brought her lips closer to my half-open mouth. I timidly reached for her and pressed my lips to hers. They were soft, hot, and very tasty. I opened my mouth and, losing the last remnants of shame, devoured that lovely little mouth. Mira responded. She deftly wrapped her arms around my neck and waist, pressed me against the couch, passionately returning the kiss. Her tongue insistently nudged my lips, and I opened my mouth to let it in. Hot, wet, agile, and also tasty. And huge! I opened my eyes in surprise when I realized Mira's tongue was like a giant worm filling my entire mouth. Had I not been so aroused, I would have immediately jumped up and run away screaming. But strangely, I liked it now. I leaned closer, taking in this strange tongue, and Mira plunged it deep into my throat, cutting off my air and seemingly licking all the way down my esophagus. She let me breathe and began moving her tongue in and out of me. Saliva flowed over our lips and chins, dripping onto my chest. Mira, skillfully using one hand, pulled off my strange cloak and began caressing my breasts. I relaxed, completely surrendering to the power of the alien girl and her gentle, insistent hands. My panties were already soaked through, and arousal threatened to flood my brain and blow it to hell. My heart was pounding wildly. The thrilling prospect stirred my imagination and inflamed me.
Mira mumbled something approving, covered my hand with hers, and squeezed my fingers. I obediently squeezed the girl's nipple. I tweaked it and dug my whole hand into her plump breast. Mira moaned contentedly and smiled at me.
I added my other hand and began diligently stroking, tweaking, and caressing my companion's breasts.
Mira's clothing was designed such that it didn't need to be removed for sex. I left one of the girl's breasts alone and reached into her panties, where I discovered, to my surprise, a penis. I was stunned. How could she hide it, and what kind of creature was she?
Mira raised an eyebrow playfully and winked at me. I decided not to be surprised by anything else and began feeling the alien girl's erect penis. It was large, thick, and long. A massive cock, you could confidently fuck horses in batches with it, and I'm so petite, I thought with apprehension. Besides the penis, the girl only had an anus or an opening resembling one. I still couldn't figure out if it was a man or a woman before me.
"I'm a woman, and we don't have a vagina. I can retract the penis too," Mira whispered with a smile, as if reading my thoughts.
"No, don't retract it; I liked it."
Wanting to reciprocate the pleasant sensations, I began sucking the penis more diligently, trying to take it deeper into my mouth. The hard, hot piece of flesh pulsed in my throat, depriving me of air. I released it just on the verge of losing consciousness. Greedily gulped air and then impaled myself on Mira's cock again. The alien girl smiled contentedly and squinted with pleasure, like a sated cat.
Having enjoyed myself and sucked enough, I was ready.
"Please fuck me," I pleaded.
"Aaah!" I exhaled sweetly. The feeling of fullness was magnificent. "This is divine! Keep going!"
"As you wish, dear."
The penis began moving in thrusts, very smoothly, delicately, gently. I didn't think I was that stretchy. Mira held me by the hips gently but firmly and fucked me smoothly, pulling the penis out completely each time. The penis twitched and glistened with moisture. I wanted more and more.
"Yeees! More!"
A sharp thrust, and I was filled with searing flesh to the hilt. Mira began fucking me diligently, holding me tightly in her hands and pressing her whole body forcefully against the bed. Her magnificent breasts bounced resiliently against my stomach, then my chest, then my mouth. When possible, I managed to lick or bite her nipples. My hands were busy with my companion's delightful ass. Her hips, strong back, powerful arms. I wanted to dissolve in this girl, merge with her. The pleasure was too great.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Yes! Yes! Like that! Harder! Like that! Yes!" I was like an insatiable nymphomaniac. Right now, I'd give myself to an entire football team without a second thought. Mira was fucking me enough for two football teams.
After an eternity of this frenzied sex, I was ready to come. Mira, like a perfect lover, came with me. It was like a bomb exploded inside me. Searing streams of semen filled every nook and cranny and splashed out over the spent penis, over the thighs, over the ass. Mira jerked out her penis with a squelch and then slammed it back in so hard it moved me. Semen splashed in all directions again, and the girl pressed against me, smiling contentedly. I reached for her, and we began kissing greedily.
Warmth and calm spread through me. I completely relaxed and wasn't afraid of anything. I felt no one would harm me. Complete trust, no awkwardness. I felt any desire would be fulfilled, and no one would look askance; it would be pleasant. I wanted to laugh and jump from this incredible feeling. And constant arousal. I had come, and how. But I wanted it again. I wanted this strange, unusual alien girl like water, like food. I needed her more than anything in the world.
I was so far gone that I voiced all these thoughts aloud. Mira lay beside me, smiling and nodding. Sometimes she leaned over to kiss a nipple on my breast. Then the other. Each time, a wave of pleasant languor ran through my body. Then she began gently stroking my clit, sometimes sinking her fingers deeper into the wet depths. By the time I finished, she had aroused me to the limit.
I nodded readily to the girl. Nevertheless, feeling a slight unease. One thing to take her club in the vagina, and quite another in an untrained ass. It'll tear me apart, for sure.
"Well, so be it," I thought, "I don't mind."
"Don't worry, I won't tear you," the girl sang reassuringly, again as if reading my thoughts.
I obediently pulled my knees to my chin, feeling my anus ring open and stretch. Mira placed a pillow under my lower back and settled beside me. She took her giant phallus in hand and positioned the head at my anus ring. Slowly pressed, and I felt my anus begin to envelop her penis, tighter and tighter. Mira watched my reaction, her eyes radiating care and kindness. I nodded to her—go on.
The penis moved further. The widest part of the head stretched my anus to the maximum and paused. It hurt a little, but I thought it would be just terribly painful. Mira pressed again, and the head slipped into the hot darkness. Centimeter by centimeter, in thrusts, the girl pushed her entire cock into my rear and paused, looming over me. Unbelievably, the penis was as thick as half my thigh, like one of my buttocks, and it was all inside my ass.
"Well, how is it?" the Voltranka inquired caringly.
It hurt a little; my ass was stretched to the limit; I felt the skin taut like a drum. But it was also pleasant; a hot penis inside my ass—it was pleasant and arousing.
"Keep going, dear, it's all good," I replied.
The penis moved in the opposite direction. I rolled my eyes in pleasure. And again, it plunged into me.
"Come on, don't stop," I whispered.
Mira continued, accelerating the pace. The penis, which initially moved stiffly and reluctantly, began sliding into my ass more easily. My ass seemed to fill with lube. Wet slaps and smacks became clearly audible as the penis slid back and forth. The pleasure intensified. I completely relaxed, starting to get into it.
Slap, slap, smack. Yes! Yeees! Like that! Come on! Fuck me! I shouted.
Mira diligently fulfilled my requests. Her penis, like a construction hammer, whistled into my flushed ass and shot back out like a bullet.
"More! More!