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Just a little blog where I will put images which I have captioned as if they were part of a greater story, in the style of science fiction. The artwork will not be mine. The writing will be.

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In which not a drop is wasted.

"Trainer Fama, how ever did you hear about this natural rejuvenating extract?" Vorti giggled. "I mean, it's... weird, but... it definitely already feels like, uh, like it's working." "Trade secrets of the planetary guides, ha ha! I have plenty more to show you, apprentice. The moment I met you, I knew, this girl, she's a special talent." "Oh thank you, I- oh! Oh, no! I think one's going inside me? Get it... uh, wait, no. It's probably much to, mmm, hard to get out, I'll just - oh my goodness

In which blood is thicker.

The half-elf Miona stood above her defeated opponent, gloating as servants secured the loser's wrists in chains and shoved her gently but firmly into a straddle on the humming cylinder. "Not so cocky anymore, are we? Are you sure we have the same mother, Princess Kandria?" She spat the title out as if tasting rotten food. "You folded like a first year duelist. And for what? A chance to wrap your thirsty loins around my Tylo? After all that you have over me - the riches, court, the throne,

In which there is unexpected education.

The Kulari Overlords were never a species to be trifled with, combining bizarre psionic powers with a lack of ethics and insatiable curiosity. Their tendency to take everything somewhat literally was not only a well known fact - and source of jokes - but also a reason that Marielle now decided her response to the inquiry about how, exactly, humanoid reproduction works, should not have been an offended, "Eat me, freak."  

In which flora is slippery but silence is golden.

"Trooper! Why the fuck are you standing around? Where's the insurgent we're chasing!?" "Sir! Dead, sir. She fell down one of the tentacle pits. Right here." "I can't see shit in that dark hole. Did you see her die, soldier?" "No sir, but I've seen trooper bodies recovered from those. These things don't tolerate invaders." "... you sure? She's a local. One of those freak plant mutants." "Absolutely - sir. She stopped screaming real quick. Listen close. Hear that? It's probably ripped he

In which career changes come naturally.

The royal courtesans of the slave planet Zerge held a coveted position. Respected and trained in the arts of love, they were yet at the complete, sexual disposal of the emperor as well as the cadre of the male concubinators. Luckily, martial traditions and various genetic modification made for very impressive male members, and the courtesan applicant positions were always well filled. Moneda gasped as the seventh concubinator filled her up. to the hilt There were a total of seven for every trial

In which lessons may or may not have been learned.

The Serpentis Vidar of New Europa are well known for their endurance, and territorial nature. Though normally rare, any intrusion is bound to be detected by their keen sense of smell, and reprisal comes quickly. Despite the humiliating ordeal mere trespassers are put through, the Serpentis are often amused by the complete failure of some species to learn their lesson. Fortunately, a few hours worth of play time suffices to send most of them crawling away in exhaustion and shame - at least until

In which medical interns rejoice.

Despite the planet of Greater Sirezo being a general hellhole, an unusual strain of altered humans still managed to thrive, adapted to extreme temperatures and running at incredible core temperatures. A fair amount of tourism exists to general surprise, complete with post card holos saying things like "Too hot too handle," and "Hot Sauce Central," to nobody's surprise. Greater Sirezo also attracts a great number of medical professionals looking for hands-on experience with burn wounds of a sensi

In which "diplomacy" is interpreted loosely.

Solar Marine Ryen stared down the barrel of his x15 inertia carbine. Signs of life or not, this wasn't what he'd expected to find on recon. Was the thing in front of him striking a menacing pose, or preparing to pounce? Suddenly he recalled how earlier in the day, on the drop ship, he'd stamped out a crate bug. "If it's got six limbs, fuck it," he'd said. Well, if it comes down to it, turnabout's fair play, he decided, flipping the safety off. At least there's more than one way to get fucked...

In which hard help is good to find.

Tasteful classical music whispered through the hidden speakers of their sumptuous prison room. Berkely, of the house Sterling, and heir to half a dozen planets on the outer rim - along with her sister Saffron, of course - could not have thought things more surreal. Just hours before, they were upper crust tourists about to land on the safari planet Wynn-Jackstadt for a vacation with the family, plus, of course, the maid-slave. On landing, to their shock, masked and armed men had emptied all the

In which buyers try to get in early.

Another day at the market for slave girl Feria. She would be up on a stage, on display, all day, followed by a shameful walk home, still sloppy from sex. When interest was scarce, she would be made to prance around the stage, flaunting her curves until mistress got bored of doing lewd things to her. When the crowd was interested, she would be made to offer her body to any potential buyer willing to pay the small fee for a sample of her skills. And, of course, whenever she could, she would be dis

In which you buy it if you break it.

"Welcome to Syla's Sex Dungeon & Emporium, sir! Please, have a complementary slut for the duration of your visit. She has a name tag, which I think I stuffed somewhere... Ha ha, no, really, she is yours to use as you see fit. After all, she won't be released until she's paid off all the damages, so you're actually doing her a favor! Oh, let us know if she squirts on you, the other merchandise or the carpet, acts in a manner to displease you, or just can't keep up. We're always happy to exten

In which cash cows are not necessary.

With their hyper-elastic (and soft) design, the lagomorph hybrid species of Sponella V made up for it's inability to contribute much beyond offspring when the milking districts were built. Still, they baffled population engineers with their complete resistance to orgasm-boosted milk production gen-mods. That is, until they realized that a bunny species, engineered to be fucked like titanium fleshlights and give birth in litters, also needed industrial-grade stimulation.  

In which contracts are pondered.

Amelie had never been known for over-thinking decisions, so the opportunity to work in the adult industry for gratuitous pay had seemed an easy choice. Days of leisure, nights of pleasure, and all the cocks she could stand. Granted, maybe she could have paid more attention to the clause about bodily fluid requirements between orgy shots, but who would have expected that to be more than a few squirt scenes? So it turns out providing a "liter" doesn't mean she gets to be a litterbug on set...

In which suggestion boxes are skipped.

"So they thrive on breast milk," Pyra had said to the overseer. "And they can't be taken out of their growing vats. Do you think we servants have time to find that much real breast milk on the market - and carry feeding bottles around all day? Hah! You idiot," she had said. "You might as well pump Lact-X up your big ass and dangle yourself over the vats! ...wait, why are you looking at me like that?"  

In which diplomacy is disregarded.

The Kulari Overlords are never a species to be trifled with, combining bizarre psionic powers with a lack of ethics and insatiable curiosity. Their tendency to take everything extremely literally is just another reason that Marielle now decided her response to the inquiry about how, exactly, humanoid reproduction works, should not have been an offended, "Eat me, freak."  

In which goals are stretched.

Matrix Faye, bounty hunter, skip pilot extraordinaire, hammer of the Tarlen pirates. An enforcement veteran of many years, it was only in her last raid that she had learned of the lies the Corp Admin told to justify what was, in fact, their private war. Not that it mattered, as the Tarlen sprung a cunning ambush to finally kill their most hated opponent. To her luck, she survived, but how could her realization of fault be anything but a desperate ploy as she begged for her life? Now, her punishm

In which consumers are advised.

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In which tourists are attracted.

The tentacled Pannotians, well known for their quirky sense of humor, complete lack of a sense of personal space, and a sex drive that could best be described as ambitious, also had a territorial streak. Needless to say, terran tourists are well advised not to go fishing on a planet that, nevertheless, seems destined to be any fisherman's dream. Violence is rare, but more often a fisherman that ends up being a catch of the Pannotians will have to endure the locals idea of a joke that popped up a

In which locals are amused.

"Hey Gilson, have you seen the expedition guard?" "What - Vesta? No, she took her sweet ass and armor for a walk, had something to think about, she said. Why? Still got the hots for her?" "Shut up. Just wondering. Did you hear her asking that local about the old Furli Prime gemfly horseshit?" "Nah, come again?" "Yeah, supposedly, if you come out into these jungles with the right goop on you, a Furli gemfly will jump you and fuck you silly. Nine months later, you give birth to the colored

In which resumes are padded.

It had taken Jenella quite some effort to make it this far. The Empire's Royal Concubine corps only accepted the finest specimen with perfect poise. Locked into her training table and servicing yet another cadet with her finest asset - unquestionably, her ass - Jenella reflected with some pride on her promotion to trainer. Her own chamber, and a much better selection of cadets to hone her skills were the reward. Not to mention the attention of all the sensors trained on her body, instructing her

In which job perks are a fluid asset.

The species of Titan V were well known to astrobiologists for their compatibility. Nearly every one could breed with another; traits were primarily inherited from one parent, while the other provided only rare mutations. Research scientists dispatched to the planet with their advanced tech were immediately revered as gods, and the leading scientist anointed as Queen-Priestess. Enjoying nearly unlimited power did not, however, excempt her from the local traditional fertility ceremony. Just as Tit

In which a GMO comes around.

The Thripti of Fenrir's Landing are currently the only known human hybrid species that was not developed by human hands. Fenrir's Landing was destined to become an industrial mega-port, factories spanning from one pole to the other. When it was discovered to be lush with vegetation, the corporations deforesting it received a missive from a previously unknown alien civilization, asking them to stop the devastation. The last communication with corporate headquarters simply confirmed deforestation

In which an opening is exploited.

Courtier Asha had a history of settling differences with duels, archaic as the practice was in the New Gallian Empire. Her bionic implants and fibre-mesh skin reinforcement served her well. So when she discovered that her current amour, Mertin, had been imprisoned by Prince Jean of Gallus' 4th moon, the solution seemed obvious. Challenge him and force him to relinquish Mertin. Unfortunately, while Prince Jean was quick to allow her the choice of weaponry, she should have given more thought to hi

In which job reviews resurface.

"Doctor Sibelius? Check your mic, doc. Assistant Jane here. We just got back to the comm station, but it sounds like there's fluid or something in your gear. ...anyway: Your sacrifice to distract from our escape will not be forgotten. I've looked up records on this planet, and have what's uhhh, probably good news: it's a cross-species breeder, so it will, hm, probably attempt to impregnate you. If not, well, as soon as we get some weapons... hang in there. Oh, almost forgot - here's the best par

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