Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Zorlond Title: Survival of the Excellent Part: Chapter 01 Summary: A new planet, a new start... and a species that seems to be built for sex. Keywords: Hsolo, futa, futanari, non-sex-viol, breast size, penis size, mast, ScFi Day 1 A glimmer in the sky. That's how it began. A tiny speck of light, barely seen, so little that it's color could not be discerned. But then it grew, turning red, and a pressure upon the ears resolved itself into a whistling whine, growing in volume. Within a second, the promise of violence arrived, as a massive shape slammed into the ground almost horizontally. Dirt and plants flying, the shape bouncing solidly off the ground to flip over and strike again, tearing a fresh divot in the earth. Striking one last time, the shape ground to a halt, smoke rising from the metal cylindrical pod. It was a flat grey, undecorated save for blackened streaks of char and partial crumpling from the impact. It sat there for a moment, until something could be heard moving inside. A groan, a muffled curse, and then banging, insistent, strong. A chunk of metal came free, landing heavily. And from the smoke stepped a figure. Tall and muscular, yet very strongly feminine. Wide hips knocked another loose hunk of metal aside as she got free of the wreck. The woman brushed wet red hair from her eyes as she stepped out into the clear air, breathing hard to clear her lungs. Hunching over for a moment, hands on her knees, her breasts hanging massive and heavy. Her clothes were basic, a white top made brief by the scale of her chest and sturdiness of her back, and a belt on her curved hips bearing two rectangles of cloth to cover front and back, leaving toned legs completely free. Standing clear of the smoke, she raised a hand to shield her large green eyes, looking up into the sky. The trail of her pod was a rapidly-fading plume. But there, ahead of it, was that a tiny shape in the great distance? She peered at it, but couldn't make any details. For all she knew, it could be a local creature high in the sky. But she suspected that it would be the last glimmer of the life behind her. She watched it for a bit, as if it might offer something more. It merely shrunk further, until it could not be seen. Sighing, she turned to look over her pod. Other than smoldering smoke, which seemed to be rapidly fading, there seemed to be no immediate concern there. So, she turned to deal with another concern. Sitting heavily on a rock churned up from the earth by her arrival, the woman pulled aside the cloth hanging in front of her hips, revealing a shaft of flesh hanging from her crotch. As long as her arm, only just staying behind her waist-cloth. Heavily veined, it throbbed as she took a hold of it, needing both hands to get even close to encompassing it. She groaned as she stroked her absolutely massive cock, rising upwards to full hardness. As it came up, she let go with one hand to yank her top up, baring her huge tits, large conical nipples tightening as her cock nestled between her boobs. Her breasts surrounded her cock completely, leaving only the end sticking up out of her cleavage. The head of her cock right there in front of her face, she opened her full lips wide, fist-sized cock head fitting easily in her mouth. One hand holding her cock steady between her tits, her free hand went downward, squeezing and stirring a pair of nuts the size of her fist. Feeling the flow within them, her hand went lower still, finding that hot, damp slit between her legs that demanded attention too. Four fingers slid easily within her pussy, to the knuckle for the first few slow thrusts, before she added most of her hand, leaving just the thumb out to nudge and tickle her hanging testicles. She moaned into her cock, the entire head in her mouth, lips stretched wide and cheeks bulging from it's girth. Up and down her head moved, slobber dripping down her cock to make her tits a slippery tunnel to fuck. Grabbing her cock again, other hand still deep in her pussy, she stroked furiously, trying to work it faster... The moment came, and all was forgotten as cum rushed up her cock and into her throat, massive gobs of it that she tried to swallow as fast as she could. Below, her pussy fired off, fluids gushing out of her to soak her hand and the rock beneath her. Pulse after pulse of pleasure, her mouth overflowed with spunk, splattering across her tits, her pussy spraying the ground to the beat of her cock. It kept coming and coming, ten heartbeats, twenty, fifty... She had to pull back, gasping for air, another mass of white splattering her forehead before she got her cock back into her mouth, back to swallowing her own still-flowing cum. It was a few minutes before the sensations, and the flow, dwindled, trailing off slowly. Her hand, soaked with pussy juice, slid free as the last aftershocks played out. Taking her cock in both hands, she pulled it out of her mouth, making a loud pop as her lips crossed the edge of her cock head. She gave a brief, gurgling belch, before starting to clean herself. Tongue coiled out to lick her cockhead, wrapping completely around it to get into every crack, licking up loose semen to take into her mouth to swallow. Rubbing with her hands, she switched to licking them clean as her cock went soft. And then it was a general attempt to clear her face and tits, briefly done as she stood up from her rock, stepping cautiously around the large puddle of mud her pussy had created in it's joy. Going back to the wrecked pod, she tugged her top back down as she entered it. The smoke was cleared now, and she could see the vertical clear tube, broken and slowly leaking what little greenish fluid remained, that had contained her and shielded her from the impact with the ground. It sat dead center of the pod, and there was only barely enough space to squeeze around it on either side. Other than that, there was almost nothing else to be found, other than a conspicuous red arrow pointing down to a latch in the wall. She pulled the latch, and the container popped open, dropping it's contents across the floor. Grunting in annoyance, she bent down to gather things up and carefully inspect them. Fortunately, most of it looked undamaged, although a couple packets had burst, revealing very preserved rations inside. She quickly ate the small amount of food that had been burst from it's packing, grateful for something solid to go with the mostly-liquid 'meal' she had just had. What remained was less than a week's worth of food, a couple days worth of water, a backpack, a utility belt, two sharp knives with sheathes, and a climbing pick. Glancing back inside the hatch, her eyes lit up as she saw something strapped firmly to the side. Reaching inside, she tugged the square of black material free, turning it over in her hands. Noticing a slight glow in one corner, she touched it with her thumb, and the whole side lit up. The tablet loaded up, immediately opening some kind of animation file. A bland figure, a clinical symbol of a person, climbing from a suspiciously intact pod to look around at a similarly bland landscape. Then followed crude images of gathering supplies, finding food, water, and shelter, while avoiding some kind of creature. Some of the crude images were paired with much more real photos. Plants, some animals, all either seemingly paired with a desire to get or avoid. The animation ended, the tablet immediately opening another file. A map, this time, taken from high altitude. It had no legend, no hints as to where to go. Touching the screen, she got it to zoom in, even pan across the landscape. But the map didn't seem to cover much, ending abruptly. Pursing her lips, she closed the map to peruse later, to find the tablet had opened another file behind it. Another bland figure, still this time, performing some action with two rectangles and a squiggled line, leaving them sitting under a sun symbol. Frowning, she looked again inside the hatch... and groaned. Reaching inside, she pulled out another object, this one dripping little sparkling bits that tinkled across the floor. It used to be a solar panel, damaged in whatever had hit the supply hatch. Maybe three of the eight squares were intact. Looking it over a moment more, she furrowed her brow. Making a decision, she quickly left the panel there and took the tablet outside. Calling up the map again, she turned this way and that, looking to the horizon. Mountains, hills, and forest edge revealed to her approximately where she was. Looking closer, she quickly tried to memorize the nearest area, and specifically the nearest river. Once confident of her mind's grasp of the short-term area, she turned the tablet completely off. It would need to last as long as she could make it. Returning to the pod, she gathered up her supplies and tools, carefully packing the tablet and the remains of the recharger panel, slinging the pack across her back, and utility belt around her waist, from which she hung one knife and the climbing pick. Once again, and for the last time, she left that cold metal pod into the early dawn light, bare feet padding across the open ground, without hesitation. The hike took hours, the slightly-blue sun rising into the sky to keep the landscape warm and tolerable. Patches of large plants offered occasional shade from the sun, but the land was mostly open, gentle rolls on a slight overall descent, short blade-like plants that just reached her ankles covering most of the ground. She paused at the base of one of the larger plants to look it up and down. It's core was thick and hard, bigger around than both arms could reach, but only about twice as tall as she was. Above her head it quickly spread into a multitude of smaller branches, each bearing a single, huge leaf. It didn't appear to have any fruit, at least not at that moment. Just taking a few mental notes, she continued on without further investigation. Eventually, she reached her destination, a ribbon of water lazily snaking down the slopes. She walked down to the river's edge, hoping it was reasonably potable. As she approached, however, her foot sunk into the ground, up to her shin. Stepping back with her free foot, she tugged at her leg, having to pull several times before the mud finally released her with a wet slurp. Annoyed, she wiped her sole off on a patch of grass, the rest of her foot covered in globs of greyish-green muck which would not shake loose. She had to actually reach down to rub it off with her hand, and then clear her hand with another patch of grass. Looking around at the river's edge, she sighed and started walking upstream. The mud covered most of the ground here, and she had no idea how deep it went or even if she could get herself out of it if she tried to go straight in. Her situation was tenuous enough as it was without openly courting disaster like that. Several minutes of walking upstream revealed a narrower patch of mud, where the river tumbled down a small ridge, a patch of dense foliage to either side. Rocks also crested the mud here, in a random scattering of stone among the deceptively flat ground. Considering it briefly, she turned and walked over to one of the trees, poking around near it's base until she found a fallen branch. Quickly breaking the giant leaf off of it, she was left with a length of wood that reached her shoulder. With this, she carefully poked and prodded the ground ahead of her as she approached the river. The mud seemed to be content to be only a tiny depth, not even enough to hide her toes, until she reached the nearest large rock. Standing on the rock, she poked ahead... And nearly pitched over forwards as her stick went straight down into the mud. She caught her balance quickly, then frowned at her stick, there in the mud about half it's length. Crouching down, she took hold of the end and pushed it down further. It sank with little resistance until her hand was nearly touching the mud. She pulled on the stick, but the mud refused to release it to her. Scowling now, she stood up and considered her next action. A low guttural sound caught her ear, and she turned her head slowly. Behind her, just now coming out from the stand of plants, was a creature. Huge, reptilian, with six legs ending in massively clawed feet, it's head nearly a part of it's shoulders. Short triangular snout with many out-jutting teeth, below small slit eyes. It made a hissing snort, and then began to run straight for her. She turned back to the river, jumping quickly forward over the mud, going from rock to rock as quickly as she could, most barely big enough to hold even one of her feet. Behind her, the creature stuck a foot on the first rock she had been on and took a wide swipe with the opposing leg. One claw snagged a little bit of red hair before she got far enough away from it. She kept going, having to use rocks that were further and further apart to stay up out of the mud. And then, there were no more rocks, just the river before her. She dove right into the water, cool and clear, using momentum to propel herself a good ways before sticking her head up. Swimming across, she got a hold of another rock close to the far shore, and only then did she look back towards the creature. It was still there, long tail thrashing behind it as it stood where she had first seen it. It looked at her, then down at the ground, placing a tentative foot gently down before pulling back, mud sticking to the tips of it's claws. It hissed at her again, then looked back down at the mud before it, uncertain. It was clearly wary of the sucking hazard, and looking up and downstream didn't offer it any apparent solution. She pulled herself up onto the rock she clung to, water sheeting down her toned form, massive breasts heaving from the brief but intense flight. Crouching on her rock, she watched the creature try to puzzle out a solution. Most of the rocks she had used in her flight were either too small for it's thick legs, or too far apart. The creature was just too big to give chase across the rocks. It continued to trade it's glance between her and the mud between them. Straightening up, she turned, and carefully picking her way, she crossed the similar mud patch on this side of the river, eventually making it to dry ground. Turning back to the creature, she saw it finally come to some decision. It made a begrudging snort towards her, before stepping back from the mud's edge and loping back into the trees. She had escaped it, for now. But she knew it would keep on trying. She walked over to the treeline on her side of the river, stopping at it's edge to take her pack off her back and set it down. Going down to hands and knees, she glanced over her shoulder towards where the creature had gone. She didn't see it, which wasn't comforting. But she should get this done before it decided to risk crossing the river, or found a way around. Reaching under her hanging loincloth, she took hold of her cock, already stiffening. She needed to take care of this. She didn't want it making demands just in time for the creature to catch her off-guard. As it was, a brief need tickled the back of her brain, and she started curling her half-hard cock back down... No, not yet. She shouldn't, yet. Consciously, she straightened her massive cock out, lifting it up to again nestle between her hanging tits, still dripping wet and slick. Holding herself up with one hand, pushing her tits together with that arm, she reached behind her to grab at her large and padded ass, sticking up into the air. Tugging one ass cheek up and away, she opened herself to the world at large, pussy hungering for something long and thick to enter it. But the hunger went unanswered, until she put her fingers up into her pussy. It wasn't what she really needed, but it was what she had. Pushing her hand into herself up to the wrist, she started humping her hips, hand slipping in and out as her cock was pushed into a slow tit-fuck. The red helmet of her cock right there in front of her, she stuck out her tongue and began licking all around it, making sure to tickle the underside just so with her tongue-tip. Again, not what it really wanted, but what she had. Body starting to dry from the dip in the river, she kept on humping herself, both ways, until she felt the orgasm coming. Pulling her hand out of her pussy for a moment, she brought it up to steady her cock enough to get it into her mouth. As she did, the scent of her pussy, already dripping in anticipation, hit her nose, as the feel of it tickled her cock. She moaned as she was thrown ahead into the feelings. Her cock jerked and pumped, fluid rushing up it's length, the action making her tits jiggle so deliciously, as spunk exploded in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, white still pouring out around her plush lips. Behind her, her pussy jerked and began spraying hot cum, trying to lubricate for something that wasn't there, clenching around emptiness in time with the throbs of her cock. Oh, how she wanted to fill that emptiness. She kept on cumming, splattering the ground from both ends. She had to gasp for air again, semen arcing across the ground to strike river mud before she got it back into her mouth. Her hand stroked her throbbing cock, encouraging the sensations to last as long as they could, drips of cock cream slathering her hand in the process. Eventually, it wound down, and she pulled her mouth off of her cock with a sighing moan. Sucking the last of the cum from the tip, she swallowed the last load in her mouth before starting to clean her cock, tongue once again curling all around it to get at everything. But, partially done, she had to stop and spit. A bitter taste was mixed in. Looking at her cummy hand, she gave it a tentative lick before spitting again. There were still traces of mud on that hand, and it really tasted awful. She had to settle for just rubbing the rest off before straightening up. Looking around again, she didn't see any sign of the reptilian creature. Apparently it had wandered off to find something easier to catch. But she had to assume it would be back. Taking a seat on a rock, she got her tablet out of her backpack, starting it up. She checked the file that had opened earlier, and confirmed that the creature had indeed been in the group of pictures associated with the 'avoid' concept. Understandable, that. But she didn't think she'd get the option. Checking the map again, she couldn't find another water source reasonably nearby. And there would be no guarantee a new water source would be unclaimed, in any case. She needed this water. She frowned in thought for a moment. Actually, did she need this particular water? She hadn't tested it, and a brief dip didn't count. Checking the tablet, she found what seemed to be a testing function, something that would work on liquids and maybe some solids. But it required putting a sample into a tube built into the side of it. She looked at the rough trail of stones across the mud on her side of the river. Considering, she turned the tablet off and stowed it in her pack. And then she looked at the large plants around her again. Grabbing a low-hanging leaf, she rubbed it between her fingers, then pulled out her knife and cut it down. It seemed pretty dense, and after hacking a hunk of leaf off she managed to fold and curl it into a crude cup shape. Leaf-cup in hand, she carefully stepped on the rocks to cross the mud patch to the water's edge. Crouching down carefully, she dipped the leaf cup in and held it up. It leaked a bit, but holding her hand against it's underside slowed the leak enough for her to get back and put a little of the water into the sample tube. The tablet tested the water and showed a crude green smiling face. Taking that as a vote of confidence, she drank what little still remained in the cup. It certainly tasted clean, tastier than she was used to, in fact. So the river was worth fighting for. Which meant she'd have to deal with the resident nasty. She checked the tablet a bit more, but found no more information. Just the picture of the creature connected to the avoid concept. Turning the tablet off, she focused on her memories instead. The creature was quick, at least for short sprints. It's skin was covered in scales, looking particularly thick down the center of it's back. The forelegs had long claws, but she couldn't recall any such weapons on the mid- and rear legs. It's mouth, lipless and heavily fanged, seemed designed to latch on and only allow things inwards. Overall, not a creature you wanted to be in front of. She wasn't even sure she could hurt it. Her knives might be good steel, but she had no idea if they could even pierce the creature's skin. The climbing pick, with it's needle-like point, might be able to punch through, but with no idea where any vital organs might be, it'd be a potentially deadly game of trial-and-error. All that remained was whatever she might be able to make out of the sticks and rocks around her. Which would probably only just make it mad... She frowned thoughtfully. Looked back to the river once more. A thought glimmered in her mind, and she seized upon it. Quickly, she began to work. An hour later, she stood on the creature's side of the river, feet on solid ground, back to the mud. The first safe rock was within easy reach behind her. At her feet were three crudely-made throwing hammers, nothing more than rocks tied to the end of sticks with strips of leaf. One more throwing hammer in her hand, the climbing pick ready in the other, and both knives hanging from her belt. Her eyes searched the treeline, seeking any hint of the creature. Something was clearly in there, slight rustles of leaves hinting at movement. Frowning, she cocked her arm back and waited a moment. At the next rustle of leaves, she swung and let the hammer fly directly at the sound. The forest went still again, and she did another hammer throw at the same spot. That did it. Something grunted in the foliage, and then the plants violently parted as the creature stormed out. She quickly snatched another hammer before stepping backwards onto the safe stone, tensing there until the creature raised a foreleg to swing. Jumping backwards, the claws passed just inches wide of her breasts, her feet touched the next rock and she crouched, both arms out to balance, huge breasts bouncing with the movement. Pausing just a fraction of a second, she leapt, rolling to the side, as the other foreleg made a pass at where she just was. Her body curled into a ball, floating over the swinging claws, to come back down on a pair of smaller stones, a foot to each. As the creature regained it's balance and reset it's forelegs, she flung her last hammer right into it's face. The blow struck and bounced off. But the creature actually paused for a heartbeat, solely to growl at her, deep rumbling as it's throat vibrated visibly. When next it lunged at her, it was with both forelegs coming down at her. She flipped backwards, hand reaching out to latch onto one small pointed rock, pushing off from that to continue her flip, going feet-first into the river water. Sinking far with the momentum, she eventually rose to stick her head up. There was the creature, groaning and straining, it's forelegs firmly stuck in the mud. It's midlegs were scrambling, having hit a patch of shallow mud, hindlegs struggling to pull from dry ground. Yanking, the creature managed to get one foreleg free, but in the process forced the other even deeper in, almost up to the shoulder. She continued to watch the creature as she swam over towards the shore, seeking a rock path that went well clear of the creature. It snarled and swung it's free leg at her, far out of reach. She watched it continue to struggle as she made her way to dry ground. Unable to turn, the creature snapped it's tail at her, cracking like a whip. Ducking in and out, she judged the reach it had with the tail, and then rushed in just after the tail passed. Jumping up, she struck hard with the climbing pick, the needle-like head piercing scale and hide. Using that as purchase, she climbed up onto the creature's back, striking again and again with the pick to continue her ascent. The creature roared, shaking it's back side to side, trying to throw her off. But she refused to let go, working her way up it's back. As she neared the front end, she rose up on her feet, and then jumped, landing square on it's shoulders, forcing the creature down before slamming the pick in again to hang on. With her blow, the creature was pushed into the mud again, it's face striking the muck. Struggling to rise, to keep it's mouth clear of mud, the creature put it's free leg down without thought. Realizing it had put it's other foreleg right into the mud, it struggled to free it, but every movement only served to get it more and more stuck. She looked around briefly, trying to figure out how to finish this fight. Taking hold with legs and spare hand, she yanked out the pick and brought it down hard between the creature's eyes. It barely went in, the creature's skull proving far tougher than most of it's scales. Striking blows around the edges of the head only seemed to make it even angrier. Reaching further down, trying not to slip off of the creature's back, she took precise aim and struck at it's eye. On the second swing, she hit it. The creature roared in pain. She yanked and wrenched, but no matter how the creature roared, it would not die. Grunting in anger and frustration, she yanked the pick free to try something else. Looking again at the broad layered scales right down the center of it's back, she brought the bloody pick down hard on them, only to have the pick completely bounce off. Two more swings of the pick didn't garner any improvement. Swinging across, she tried going around the center scales, and though the pick did pierce, it couldn't reach whatever was being so thoroughly protected. The creature still heaving and thrashing, she reversed her grip on the pick, and this time brought it up under the scales. The pick slipped between two of the back scales and found purchase. Wrenching hard, she pulled back on the pick, forcing the scale to lift away. There, under the scale, she found tender, pink flesh. Grabbing frantically for a knife from her belt, she brought her off-hand in to stab at that exposed spot, shoving the blade in as deep as it would go. The creature let out a choked-off roar and flopped forward, it's entire body going limp within seconds. She wrenched the knife one more time, not even yet realizing she had won, until the sound of her own breaths caught up to her. Looking over the body under her, she looked for any hint that it was about to move. Only after several moments had passed did she yank the knife and pick free, standing on top of the corpse, hands and clothes bloody. She stood there for a moment, just staring at the dead creature, listening to the silence around her. And then she stepped forward, jumping from it's snout and into the river beyond, swimming to the other shore and making her way to the trees, where her backpack was sitting, waiting for her return. Sitting down, she looked back at the silent scene, breasts heaving, letting the adrenaline fade. Eventually, she took out her tablet, opening a new text file. And she began to type. "My name is Pat. I am an excel." ***** This is a work of fiction, if that wasn't clear enough. Nothing I write about has ever or will ever occour in reality. Any resemblence characters may have to real people is entirely coincidental and unintentional. And I can not and will not condone real sexual activity involving minors. I do however, condone positive feedback, and encourage it. :) If you feel like sending me some feedback, you can reach me at zorlond AT yahoo DOT com.