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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Galaxy Slut Galina (MMF, mf, preg, foot-fetish, sci-fi) by Sakka (sakka66@aol.com) *** In the distant future, shoe-nut and space pilot Galina Barding meets her idol (a famous shoe designer) and offers him a ride aboard her spaceship. Much sex ensues, as Galina also couples with one of her superiors and reminisces about her teenage years--unaware her idol's semen has some unexpected abilities. *** "Computer...set approach vector." "Vector set." "Ungphh...! Oh, fuck...!" "Captain Barding? Are you okay?" Despite herself--shuddering from her sudden climax-- Galina Barding couldn't help but smile at the innocence of Holly, her flight computer. As unmilitary as a pilot could look, the blonde, 25-year old scout pilot was hunched down in her chair with her khaki blouse tied in a knot beneath her breasts and her feet propped up on the flight console, digging into the flatscreen displays with the high heels of her platform sandals; her shorts, meanwhile, were pulled down around her knees while she slammed her quivering cunt with a slick, black 20 cm dildo. "I'm fine," Galina said, pausing to let the oozing sauce drip from her hole--then resuming the urgent slamming of her pussy. "Steady--ungh!--on course--unph!--zero-two- zero..." It also occurred to the scout ship pilot, as her pussy trembled and clutched at the flexsteel invader, that her superiors in the Galactic Scout Service might not approve of her conduct. In contrast with the regular fleet, the Scout Service was mainly composed of free spirits like herself--people with the initiative to make decisions on their own, light-years from the nearest base. That was why the Scout Service was willing to let Galina- -just 25 years old--fly a 100-meter Mail Courier single- handed through the Deep Frontier, but it was still annoying to them that the public viewed the service as a bunch of sex-crazed rabble and troublemakers. "Well, okay," Galina muttered, finally slowing her frigging of her hole, "maybe we are sex-crazed. But I think I'm doing pretty well, considering I haven't seen a real man in 3 months." "Excuse me, Captain?" "Forget it. Time to dock?" "Twenty minutes, Captain." "All right, Holly," Galina said, pulling out her dildo and setting her sandal-shod feet back down on the steel deck; "I'll take over." "Are you certain, Captain? You sounded occupied..." "No, that's okay," Galina said, grasping the joystick on her pilot's chair with her right hand, and the drive throttles with her left; "you know, flying is my second- best skill." "After what?" "Well...fucking." * * * A few minutes later, the cylindrical form of Way Station Gamma came into view--1000 meters long and 200 meters in diameter-- orbiting high above the planet Marqano. Actually a starship in its own right, Gamma was essentially an instant starport for Marqano, which had no orbital facilities of its own. As such, it would be host to jump shuttles, free traders and scout ships alike... whoever had business in this godforsaken back-of-beyond. For Galina, however, this would be a brief stop. Her current mission was to ferry data and parcels back to the Core--data that would otherwise take centuries to send by radio--so there was no time to goof off; she would take on tritium fuel, fresh stores and soon be back on her way. It came as a surprise to Galina, then, when Base Commander Gerhard Bazyl called her during final approach. "Galina Barding--long time, no see." Galina smiled, recalling a lift she'd given him a few months earlier--and the 18 cm penis he'd serviced her with, for two straight weeks, in hyperspace. "Likewise, Commander. I'm afraid I won't have time to drop in, though..." Secretly, Galina hoped that this was an overture for a quickie during refueling, but she didn't want to be too obvious about it. "I understand," Bazyl said. "I wonder, though--do you have room for a passenger?" "Uh...sure. Who is it?" "That's a surprise." "Excuse me?" "Well, you are the girl with that huge shoe collection, aren't you?" Galina rolled her eyes; for some reason, people always seemed to find her collection of spike heels, plats and 'fuck-me' sandals peculiar...to say nothing of her lingerie collection, and her arsenal of dildos and vibrators. It seemed perfectly natural to her. "Yeah..." Galina said, finally. "Well, then you'll appreciate this passenger." * * * Genuinely curious, Galina waited until her ship was secured inside one of the cavernous docking bays of the way station, then unbuckled herself from her flight harness and clip-clopped aft to the main exterior hatch. This was located in the ceiling of the ship's upper deck, and Galina was about to ascend the ladder into the interior of the station when she stopped to consider the matter of her appearance; just in case her passenger was somebody important, she untied her blouse, then buttoned it up and tucked it into her shorts before ascending the ladder. Not surprisingly, many of the men (and several women) inside the way station recognized Galina when she debarked; she wasn't all that picky about who she fucked- -male or female--and it gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling to recognize so many familiar faces. When she caught sight of the stocky Commander Bazyl and his guest, however, she was momentarily stunned. "Oh my God--are you Berrman Van-Meyo?" Bazyl's guest--a dapper gentleman with black hair and graying temples--appeared surprised. "You recognize me?" he said. "Recognize you? You're only the greatest shoe designer in the entire galaxy!" Bazyl turned to his guest. "See? I figured you'd have something in common." "This is so cool! But...what are you doing here?" "That wasn't my choice, I'm afraid. I was on a starliner bound for Reinheit--in the Core--but the hyperdrive malfunctioned." "Wow...this is so cool. I hope this bum Bazyl has been treating you well." "Hey!" Bazyl said. "Yes, everyone's been most hospitable. But I understand you're headed toward the Core yourself...?" "Well, Core Sector's still 12 weeks away--I don't have the fastest ship in the service. I would be honored, however, to give you a lift." "I'm most grateful, Captain. Oh, but I guess I'd better get my luggage." Galina watched him turn to go, and Bazyl followed her eyes as she watched his trim, nicely-shaped ass. "You know," he said, finally, "it's amazing we actually pay you to do this job." "Yeah, whatever. Want to fuck?" * * * Although Galina didn't tell Bazyl--knowing how fragile men's egos were--she couldn't help but fantasize about the dashing, intergalactic superstar gathering up his luggage as she straddled the commander on her bunk, impaling herself on his throbbing-hard penis. Fully naked, Galina moaned with the pleasure of full penetration--feeling Bazyl's penis up to his balls in her cunt, with his bulging helmet nudging her cervix, she curled her feet underneath his thighs and ground her hips into his crotch--but her mind was elsewhere. Even as Bazyl cupped and fondled her breasts--grunting as Galina's pussy sucked and pulled at his cock--Galina closed her eyes and imagined Berrman Van-Meyo in her pussy. Then, as she and Bazyl began to move together, humping and fucking, Galina's mind went back to the fondest of memories from her youth... Back on the planet Krakatoa, 15-year old Galina had been keen to lose her overripe virginity, and did so by jumping on a boy named Blain (boyfriend of her best friend Lyza) while Lyza stepped out of her house for a few minutes. Unfortunately, that weekend quickie only lasted about 30 seconds, but Galina decided to parlay that first unsatisfactory encounter into something a lot better, and secretly met Blain in a cafe the next day to discuss her idea. "Listen, Blain," Galina began, sitting beside the young man at a table in the back of the cafe, "Lyza tells me she's hoping that you'll finally pop her cherry at the homecoming dance next month." "What? I didn't know that..." "Well, now you do. So here's the way I figure it; since I dearly love my friend Lysa, I would like her to get the fucking of her life her first time...unlike me." "Hey, now, I thought I did pretty well..." "Shut up. What I figure we'll do is spend the next month fucking, so I can teach you about the various sex positions. Of course, we'll have to do it at your house-- after school, I guess--since your parents aren't there." "Wait a minute; how do YOU know about sex positions...?" "I downloaded a sex manual from Krakatoa University," Galina said, suddenly reaching down to grasp and squeeze Blain's penis. "It's very thorough." "Okay..." Blain said, watching in disbelief as Galina fished his penis out of his pants. "Now, since I want you to last more than fifteen seconds," Galina said, stroking the suddenly rock-hard boner, "is there anything in particular that turns you on? Frilly underwear? Fishnet stockings? High heels?" "Yeah, high-heels are good. You do have... mrmph!... nice legs..." "You're so sweet," Galina said, increasing the pace of her stroking...and prompting Blain to blow his load all over her hand, his pants and the underside of the table. "Now why don't you go rest up." "Good idea," Blain said, weakly, watching Galina suck the sperm off the back and sides of her hand. Two days later--the next school day--Blain would be stunned to see Galina greet him at the school gates in a short black skirt and a pair of black, ankle-strap Berrman Van-Meyo sandals. Those caught the attention of plenty of other boys at school, too, but it was Blain who would start his 'sex education' six hours later-- delightfully blowing his first load in Galina's mouth before returning the favor with introductory cunnilingus, and concluding with a furious half-hour of fucking in the missionary position; quite happy, Galina kept her spike- heeled sandals on throughout their frenzied coupling. "You do have protection, don't you?" Blain grunted, slapping his nuts into her ass, and feeling his balls begin to boil. "What do you think, I'm stupid? I just got an implant yesterday." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "What about that first time?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Oh, shit, I forgot about that...!" Whereupon, Blain finally reached his climax; straining to drive his penis up to its full length inside her--and aching with lust for Galina--he went off like a like a gun in her pussy, pumping stream after stream of potent, youthful sperm into her belly. That Galina might already be pregnant with his baby was, of course, the farthest thing from his mind... ...ah, memories. Happily, Blain hadn't knocked her up, and they had gone on to fuck like rabbits for the rest of the month-- man-above, woman-above, sitting, standing, rear-entry, side-entry, inverted-X...pretty much every position Galina could think of--and Lyza was utterly oblivious. Yet, sure enough and per the plan, Lyza was fucked to a dizzy climax by Blain after the homecoming dance. Hearing about it later from Lyza (in blow-by-blow detail), Galina had the pleasant satisfaction of a job well done. But back in the present--even as Bazyl grabbed her hips, punching his penis into her hole like a steam-driven piston--Galina's strongest memory of that time was the hot, erotic rush she'd got in the starport mall when she'd purchased the sexiest pair of Berrman Van-Meyo sandals she could find. They were insanely expensive--120 credits!--and a little tight on her teenage feet (more accustomed to flats and tennis shoes), but in some weird way, that was her transition from a girl to a woman. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming...!" Galina gasped. "Oh, Baby, you're so tight...I'm not gonna last much longer..." "Let it cum, Baby," Galina said, feeling her cunt-muscles suddenly begin to spasm--clutching and grasping at Bazyl's penis; "fill me with your cum..." "Unghhh...!" And then, suddenly, it was over. Galina felt the penis pulsing inside her, then a rush of wetness as her friend plastered her womb with his seed. Of course, the J-25 contraceptive implant she had in her arm put up a virtual force field around her eggs, but it was still fun to feel a boy spill his spunk in her tummy. "So we're even?" Galina asked, rolling forward onto Bazyl's chest, "for you letting me have Mr. Van-Meyo?" "Oh, yeah, sure," Bazyl said, finally letting his penis pop from her pussy. "Now let's put some clothes on before he gets here." * * * As Bazyl dressed, Galina decided to update her image with something (slightly) more dignified than she had been wearing; thus, she opted for a double-breasted uniform tunic, a purple wrap skirt, and the same Van-Meyo sandals she'd worn the second time she fucked Blain. "You're going to give me a boner," Bazyl said, glancing at her legs. "Oh, get off my ship." Bazyl grinned and departed. A few minutes later, Van-Meyo arrived with his luggage on a grav sled, and a bag over his shoulder. "The Stuzzi model," Van-Meyo said with surprise, glancing down at Galina's sandals; "year 3086, I believe." "These are my favorites," Galina said, mock-bashfully, hooking one foot behind the other. "I remember designing those," Van-Meyo said. "I don't remember them looking so good, though." "Oh, go on," Galina said. "No, I'm serious; you have very pretty feet. Have you done any modeling?" "Uh...no." "We'll have to talk," he said, taking the bag off his shoulder; "in the meantime, is there a safe place I could put this?" "What is it? Money?" "Actually, it's a shoe prototype." "Cool!" Galina said, grabbing the bag. "I'll keep it in my quarters." "Okay..." Van-Meyo said, following Galina toward her stateroom. When she opened the door to access her personal safe, however, Van-Meyo was stunned. "Are those ALL your shoes?" he asked, taking in racks upon racks of sandals, pumps and wedgies. "I'm sorry; they're not all your designs," Galina said, securing the bag and returning to the main passageway. "Your shoes are kind of expensive." "I wouldn't worry about that," Van-Meyo said, suddenly taking her hand. "I will make you a goddess...a rich goddess." Galina blushed again--this time for real. "I've got to go...fly the ship," Galina said, after a long moment looking into Van-Meyo's blue eyes. "You can...have that stateroom over there." * * * Galina launched her ship in a daze, and allowed Holly to plot and steer a course toward H-Point--a point about a half-a-million kilometers from Marqano, far enough away from the planet to activate the hyperdrive safely. "Are you all right, Captain?" Holly asked. "I think I'm in love," Galina sighed. "Again?" "Just fly the ship," Galina said. "Time to H-Point?" "Two hours, roughly." "Say, Holly, what do you know about Berrman Van-Meyo?" "Berrman Van-Meyo," Holly replied, "born Day 155, Year 3047, age 46. Raised on Terra and educated as a mechanical engineer; later became famous as a designer of shoes and haute couture fashions. Unmarried, with no known offspring. 'Galaxy 5000' estimates net worth in excess of 50 million credits..." Galina sighed. "Shall I continue?" "No that's all right. Take over the conn, Holly." "Aye-aye." Going aft, Galina then startled Van-Meyo--who expected her to be on the bridge. "Shouldn't you be flying the ship?" "Oh, don't worry about that. Holly can fly the ship." "Who's Holly?" "Holofractal Synthetic Personality," Galina replied. "The flight computer." "Ah. So how long will it take to reach Reinheit?" "Well--as you know--we can't make it all in one jump. We'll need at least eight hyperjumps, and each hyperjump is about ten days." "I guess we'll get to know each other a lot better, then." "I guess." And so Galina began what she expected to be a short process-- stirring up Berrman Van-Meyo, getting him to fuck her brains out and fall in love with her. However, it did not go as expected. Van-Meyo clearly liked her--he asked her about her background, places she'd been and things she'd seen--but he appeared reluctant to go any further. As the ship went into hyperspace, Galina let him catch a glimpse of her coming out of the sonic shower, left her door open strategically so he could watch her change, and even wore T-shirts that revealed the bottoms of her breasts...yet he did not seem to take the hint. "I'm sorry," Galina said, finally--sitting on the padded arm of Van-Meyo's arm chair while he read in the galley; "are you gay?" "Excuse me?" "I know you're used to being around pretty girls," she speculated. "Am I just too common?" Van-Meyo put down his flatscreen and looked up at Galina. "Common?" he asked. "Galina, you're gorgeous." "So why don't you notice me?" Galina said, pushing her breasts forward between her arms. Between her half T- shirt, shorts and platform sandals, she was not wearing much. "Galina," Van-Meyo said, with a sigh, "there's something you need to know about me. I have a medical condition..." "Oh my God; are you impotent?" "No..." "An STD?" "Not exactly..." "Well, then, we should be fucking," Galina said, sliding down off the arm of the chair and into Van-Meyo's lap. He didn't appear to be upset--indeed, Galina could feel his boner beneath her ass--and she gently bent down to kiss him...meanwhile picking up his right hand and lifting it to her left tit. Sucking at his lips and tongue, Galina then felt him slip his tongue into her mouth, even as he began to cup and knead her breast. "You are a goddess," Van-Meyo said, finally, when they broke for air. "I'm wet," Galina said, reaching down into her shorts to rub her pussy. "It's not every day my pussy gets to meet a celebrity." "Well, it's not my cock that's famous," Van-Meyo said. "It's pretty stiff, though." "Come on," Galina said, standing up on her high heels, and extending a hand to Van-Meyo. Together, the pair then walked forward to Galina's stateroom...its lighting already nicely subdued. "Listen, Galina," Van-Meyo said, holding Galina and kissing her; "how would you like to see that prototype I brought with me?" "Would I...? Cool!" Van-Meyo smiled, watching Galina move to open her safe and retrieve his bag. "You know, my cock is going to be jealous of these shoes," Van-Meyo said, taking the bag and sitting down on the edge of Galina's bunk. Galina, meanwhile, sat beside him and watched with interest as he opened the fingerprint-scanning lock. Inside the velvet-lined interior was a pair of black stiletto shoes--half-boot, half hard-core fetish sandal--and certainly unusual. "Actually," Van-Meyo said, "this isn't the secret. The secret is these shoes are made from PMA--Polymorphic Material Analog." "You mean they can change shape? How?" "Well, basically, you think about a design, and they form it." "That is so cool! Can I try it?" "Actually, I'm the only person who can make them change shape; the customer will be able to do that with the commercial model, but not with this prototype." "Well, can I wear them anyway?" "Okay," Van-Meyo said, sliding down onto the floor on one knee, and surprising Galina by unbuckling the straps of her sandals. He then pulled them off, and slipped the insanely unwearable shoes from his case onto her feet. "Like I said," Van-Meyo explained, "these are experi- mental. But I can show you how they work, if you'd like..." Galina's eyes--wide with wonder--revealed her reply. "Suppose," Van-Meyo said, "you wanted a pair of pumps..." He then closed his eyes--wrapping his hands around Galina's feet-- and Galina was stunned to feel the simuleather straps of the sandals suddenly melt and flow across her skin, reforming into red pumps with slightly lower heels. "Wicked!" "Or...perhaps a dress sandal..." Whereupon the uppers disintegrated again and flowed across her feet to form the vamp and ankle straps of a pair of golden sandals. Feeling the spike heels lengthen and lift her feet slightly, Galina realized the amount of material composing the shoes must have remained constant between the base model, the pumps and these strappy sandals. "That is so cool! Weren't those the sandals Ether Nova wore to the Galaxy Awards last year?" "A personal favorite," Van-Meyo said, caressing the bare flesh of Galina's feet, her heels and insteps; "you'll note the asymmetrical silver strips on the soles and heels." "They're beautiful," Galina said, pushing herself upright onto her feet. "And comfortable!" "Size 6." Galina shifted her weight in the sandals, took a few steps and spun around. "No, I mean they're really comfortable! How do you do that?" "Well, we do have antigravity recoil compensators in the heels...and the PMA is very sensitive." "I want to buy these. How much?" "Well, THOSE are appraised at 500,000 credits--by our insurance company." Galina drew a deep breath, then stepped over to Van-Meyo on her 12 cm heels. "I don't have that much," she said, bending down to free his cock, then grasp the shaft--warm and thick in her grip, nearly 18 centimeters long--in her hand; "but maybe I can borrow them while we fuck." * * * When Berrman Van-Meyo finally entered Galina several minutes later--slipping his drooling cockhead in between her swollen pink labia, then pushing his vein-studded member into her hole, splitting open the muscles of her pussy as he sank up to his balls inside her--she was already swooning from the aftermath of his cunnilingus. Galina had gone first, sucking her idol until he was close to a climax, then wrapping her boobs around his cock and letting him fuck her chest until he came, squirting rivers of sperm across her breasts, face and neck; but Van-Meyo was more than generous in return; with the patience of a master, he first explored her shaven pussy with his fingers, then lovingly brought her to a climax with the flicking of his tongue on her clitoris, complemented by tongue-fucking of her cunt and playful pulling and sucking of her labia. "Oh, God, you're so hard...!" Galina gasped, looking up at Van-Meyo as he sunk his penis into her cunt--and wrapping her sandal-shod feet around his back. "Are you sure you're not married?" "Not the last time I checked," he replied, pulling back slightly, then slamming his next thrust deep into her belly. She gasped again--clutching his cock in her pussy muscles--then felt him begin to fuck her. He went slow at first--grinding his penis in and out of her hole--but soon he was fucking her fast and deep, slapping his balls against her ass with every stroke. "Oh, I'm cumming...!" Galina cried, suddenly feeling her inside muscles go into spasm. "My God, you're beautiful," Van-Meyo replied, slowing down slightly. "You going to cum, too...?" Galina gasped. "Not yet." "Roll me over, then." It was, Galina had to admit, some of the best sex she'd had in years. Impaling herself on his penis, Galina felt Van-Meyo's cockhead kissing her cervix, and ground her pussy slowly and forcefully into his groin. Bending forward slightly, she then felt him suck on her nipples, and curled her feet underneath his thighs, feeling her ankle-straps pull at her heels even as they twisted away from her shoes. For his part, Van-Meyo was hard as a rock, and Galina soon began to fuck him harder, letting her juices run down her thighs and onto his legs. "You're so wet...!" Van-Meyo said, wrapping his thumbs around her spike heels, and touching the bare flesh of her feet with his fingertips; "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight...!" "Oh, God, Baby..." Galina said, slowing down; "now do me from behind." She was, frankly, amazed he hadn't come yet, but she supposed he probably had lots of experience. At any rate, Van-Meyo obligingly moved in between her thighs as she knelt on her bunk, and slipped his throbbing penis back inside the mouth of her pussy. Holding her by her waist, he then sunk slowly inside her, up to his balls, and teased her--pulling almost all the way out, then pushing all the way back in--before starting his next cycle of fucking. "Ohhh....!" Galina moaned. "You like this position?" Van-Meyo asked. "It's so damn deep..." Galina said, wrapping her feet around the backs of his knees and bending down to clutch her pillow; "you're gonna make me cum...!" And sure enough, she soon came again, trembling and shuddering as Van-Meyo slammed her fast and hard. With his hips smacking into her buttocks, and Galina's spike heels grazing the backs of his thighs, Van-Meyo became like a man possessed, forcefully punching his cock into her belly. "Oh, fuck....!" Galina cried; "fuck...!" "Galina," Van-Meyo said, "I'm getting close--I've got to pull out..." "No way," Galina grunted; "pump me full of your cum..." "You don't understand; I could get you pregnant...." Galina closed her eyes, amused by his sentimentality; she wasn't about to let him go, however, and wrapped her feet around him even tighter, curling her toes downward in their tightly-binding vamps. "Oh, go ahead," Galina said, "squirt me full of your babies..." "Oh, God...!" Van-Meyo cried, suddenly straining as he clutched Galina's hips, crushing his balls into her labia and ramming his cock in as far as it would go. Then Galina felt it--his cock leaping and pulsing in the grip of her pussy--squirting jets of warm, thick semen into her belly; it was amazing--she could actually feel his cum hitting her cervix--and she moaned as she felt him filling her hole with his seed. Although she knew it was impossible, she almost wished he could impregnate her, and clenched her muscles on his shaft, milking still more of the sperm from his cock. Soon she could feel the gooey spunk overrunning the mouth of her pussy, and drooling down the backs of her thighs; yet she could feel him thrusting inside her still, straining to push out every last drop. "Galina, I'm sorry," he said--giving her a last, ass- slapping thrust--then pulling out. With Galina's feet still wrapped around his legs, he rolled over awkwardly to his left, and Galina rolled over with him. "Oh, Baby, don't worry," Galina said, enjoying the feeling of cum oozing from her pussy; "you're not going to make me pregnant." "But you are fertile, aren't you?" "Well, I CAN make babies...but I have a contraceptive implant." "That's what I was afraid of," Van-Meyo said, drawing a labored breath. "Galina, you need to know--I have an artificial heart made out of PMA, the same stuff those shoes are made of..." "Okay. So...?" "Well," Van-Meyo said, pausing to take a deep, sucking breath, "the PMA in my heart was originally used for something else--for treating infertility. I found out after I got several girls pregnant...the PMA sloughs off in my bloodstream....and concentrates in my testicles. Then...if I cum in a girl...the PMA reverts to its old mission, and induces her to ovulate..." "Oh my God," Galina gasped, feeling suddenly faint. But then, suddenly, Van-Meyo trembled, grunting in pain. "Urrgh...!" "Berrman? What is it?" "Oh, it's my heart...!" he replied, clutching his chest; "my doctor warned me about this...!" Even as Berrman Van-Meyo felt consciousness slipping away from his body--relieving the sudden, constricting pain of his artificial heart malfunctioning--he felt his spirit begin to float away, out of his body and into the air above Galina Barding's stateroom bunk. 46 years old, Van-Meyo was a designer of women's shoe and haute couture, and it was a peculiar set of circumstances that had brought him to the bunk of 25-year old Galaxy Scout Galina--who had just knocked his ticker out with an hour of nut-slapping sex... Six months earlier, his doctors told him that he would need a new heart, and suggested an artificial heart made from an amazing new material. "It's called PMA," they said; "Polymorphic Material Analog. It's a substance that can mimic the form of virtually any material." "I know--we're using that for a shoe prototype. Is it safe?" "It is experimental...this batch we're going to use was last used for fertility research; it was programmed to break up in a woman's bloodstream, repair damage to her reproductive system and induce normal ovulation." "And you want to put this stuff in MY body?" "It's that or die, Mr. Van-Meyo." Faced with that choice, Mr. Van-Meyo allowed his diseased old heart to be replaced with a new model molded from the miracle-putty PMA. To his astonishment, he was fully recovered and up on his feet within a week. "This is amazing! I'll actually have time to show my prototype at the trade show on Reinheit!" Thus refreshed...with the trade show well over four months away... Van-Meyo bought passage aboard the most luxurious starliner he could find, a 500-meter beauty named 'The Song of Sirius', for the 15-week trip to Reinheit. As a gimmick, most of the 50-odd crew were women, including a stunning middle-aged vixen named Oona Veldt--the ship's captain. Like the other officers, her uniform was a navy blue tunic with a double row of gold buttons, an obscenely short skirt and the sexiest black stiletto pumps, complete with ankle straps. "Those were made by Helsing and Helsing," Van-Meyo noted, during a party one evening. "Jealous?" the brown-haired woman asked, swirling her brandy. "It's a crude design," Van-Meyo said, disingenuously; "you'd look better in a pair of my sandals." "Perhaps you could show me," she whispered in his ear. "And you can fuck me too, if you want." Van-Meyo--not accustomed to being healthy again--leapt at the chance to put his new ticker to the test. A few minutes later, up in the captain's palatial stateroom, he slipped off her pumps and opened the sealed case containing the prototype he was taking to Reinheit. It comprised a pair of wickedly high-heeled fetish sandals made from the same PBA now beating in his chest. When he slipped the shoes onto the captain's feet, then held them and concentrated, they reformed into a pair of elegant black dress sandals, with simple vamps across her toes and reversed straps that crossed the front of her feet, wrapped around the backs of her heels and buckled at her ankles. Propped up on their 12 cm heels, her feet were indeed pretty, with the slight wrinkles at her heels complimented by the slick black finish of the tightly- binding sandals. "Amazing!" Veldt said; "they're so comfortable!" The captain then lifted Van-Meyo up off his knees and pulled him onto her bed. Still wearing her uniform--and his sandals--she then assaulted his now-aching hard-on, sucking him until he blew his load in her mouth. She gulped it down, then peeled open her blouse to reveal the breasts of a very-well preserved, 48-year old woman. "You wouldn't believe this," he said, watching her suck his cock back to stiffness, "but I do have a heart condition..." "I'll be gentle," she said, with a husky voice, crawling forward until her oozing vagina was positioned over his rod, then sinking down until he was up to his balls in her tight, muscular hole. "Damn, you're tight..." Van-Meyo huffed, feeling her start to hump him, and pumping her back. "I wonder...unph!...why girls like shoes so much," Veldt mused, tucking her feet under his thighs and letting her heels twist away from the soles of her sandals. "Well, women's hands and feet are longer and thinner than men's," Van-Meyo mused, pausing to feel Veldt's cervix caressing his cockhead as she pushed down especially hard; "uh...that's why girls like things that compliment their hands and feet...rings and shoes and gloves..." "Well, I like your fucking cock," Veldt replied, suddenly rolling to one side and pulling him over on top of her. "Fuck me...!" Van-Meyo obliged her, crushing his balls into her ass, then fucking her fast and deep as she wrapped her legs around his back. Soon, he could feel his cum starting to boil in his balls, and-- driving in deep--he came like a cannon, splashing her womb with gush after gush of his creamy sperm. "I want more..." Veldt purred, squeezing and milking his cock in her pussy. "Captain, please! Give me a minute here...!" As it happened, he did fuck her three more times that night, and was gratified that his new heart held up better than his old one ever had. Of course, his doctors had warned him to avoid any 'unusual stress'--it would accumulate over time, and damage his heart--but he certainly didn't see any ill effects yet. And it was certainly hard to resist when first the Executive Officer, then the Command Pilot, then the Chief Engineer--then all the rest of the ten female officers-- took him aside to ask him for sex, and their own personal showing of his prototype. Some weren't terribly attractive--Dr. Burleigh Waters, for example, was a 52- year old matron with a generous midriff and ponderous breasts--but even she looked pretty hot in a pair of red platform sandals, grunting and crying as he slammed his hips into her quivering buttocks and poured a load of creamy, thick sperm into her hole. Last in line, two weeks later, was Ensign Himeko Yamada-- the radio operator--a charming little bundle of energy with short black hair, a cherubic smile and wire-frame glasses. All of 22, she appeared to be delighted by a pair of parti-colored wedgies that tied around her ankles, and made him chase her around her stateroom before he finally tackled her on her bed, and spread her legs to ease his penis into her squirming body. "Oh, you're so hard...!" Himeko cried, lifting her knees to press them against his sides. "Yeah, I'll give you that," Van-Meyo replied, sinking his penis up to the hilt in her quivering hole, then starting to fuck her fast and deep. "You know, you've been causing a lot of trouble," Himeko teased him; "did you know that Doc Waters is pregnant?" "What...?" "And so is the captain--I heard her talking to the X.O. about it." "Huh...?" Confused, Van-Meyo kept on pumping Himeko even as a startling thought began to creep into his mind. Knowing what he did about the PMA substance, it was possible that particles of the stuff had sloughed off in his blood- stream...particles that remembered their original mission of fertility enhancement. If they were concentrating in his testicles, no woman--even with birth control--would be safe... "Oh, shit--! Himeko, I've got to pull out!" "No!" Himeko cried, wrapping her legs around his back; "I've got protection..." "Oh, fuck....!" It was too late; feeling the girl start to climax--her muscles clutching and squeezing him, even as she held him tight in the grip of her thighs--Van-Meyo felt his balls boil over once again. Despite himself, he exploded inside her, dousing her womb with rope after rope of his thick, gooey semen. And sure enough--the next morning--the urine sampler in Himeko's toilet told her she was pregnant. In fact, all ten of the ship's officers were pregnant...along with three drive hands, a pair of rather cute waitresses, and a shuttlecraft pilot. For Captain Veldt--who had never been married or pregnant, it was the height of embarrassment, as she revealed when she finally took Van- Meyo aside in her quarters. "Mr. Van-Meyo," she said, stiffly, "in deference to your prior reputation, I won't throw you out the airlock. However, I am EXTREMELY upset; do you realize that you've impregnated fifteen of my crew members? And myself?" "I'm sorry...I didn't realize that could happen..." "You are a complete ass. Do you realize I'm six weeks pregnant... with triplets?" "I...you are?" "And poor little Himeko--she's pregnant with quintuplets!" Van-Meyo's mind reeled. Evidently, his little swimmers had been busy. "As I see it, our only choice is to make an emergency stop at Marqano." "Won't that take us off our course to Reinheit?" "Sir, once we reach Marqano in four weeks, you will no longer be a guest on this ship. With God's good mercy, I'll still be in my first trimester, and I'll be able to donate my babies to a gene vendor. But you will have to live with the fact that you've fathered 49 babies out of wedlock!" "Forty...nine?" "Now, get out," Veldt spat, turning sharply on her spike heels... ...four weeks later, 'The Song of Sirius' pulled into orbit around Marqano and shuttlecraft pilot Angie Popwite--a curly-haired 28-year old who was eight weeks pregnant with quadruplets and just starting to show-- ferried her babies' father to the orbital starport, Way Station Gamma. "Listen," Van-Meyo said, "I'll pay for your child support, if you need it...I'll pay for all of you..." Popwite ignored him, however, focusing on her mission. It was a pity it had come to this; he had enjoyed slipping a pair of clunky simuleather sandals onto her feet, pulling down her uniform trousers and humping her in the Number 2 shuttlecraft bay. At the time, it felt perfectly natural and innocent--bouncing around the bay in zero-G, tied together by a length of bungee cord--then landing on the deck with a thud and pumping gushing gouts of sperm into her pussy. He hadn't realized how much mayhem that sperm would cause. For the sake of passengers who had been too oblivious to notice the suddenly bulging tummies of the crew, Captain Veldt (now ten weeks pregnant herself) concocted a story about a hyperdrive failure forcing her ship's detour to Marqano, and Van-Meyo likewise used that story to explain his sudden arrival at the station. Oblivious to the havoc his guest had caused, Station Commander Gerhard Bazyl--of the Galaxy Scout Service-- then entertained the minor celebrity until he could put him on the next ship bound for Reinheit. That ship happened to be a mail courier with a crew of one, that one being Galaxy Scout Galina Barding--evidently Van- Meyo's biggest fan. A sexy blonde bush pilot with a major shoe obsession--she had dozens of pumps and sandals displayed in her stateroom--she teased and titillated him until he finally couldn't take any more. Giving in, he fucked her silly...and had good intentions of pulling out before he came. Wearing the latest incarnation of his prototype sandals, however, Galina wrapped her feet around the backs of his knees and literally forced him to cream inside her--oblivious to the danger. Ultimately, it was too much for Van-Meyo--his heart finally gave out, and he now floated in a blissful ease above his own body. Idly--even as he watched Galina, naked except for her golden high-heeled sandals--first attempt to revive him, then drag him aft to her ship's emergency cold sleep pod, he wondered if he would soon be bound for Heaven or Hell. Maybe, he thought, Galina won't get pregnant; I shouldn't knock up my biggest fan. Oh well, I hope she isn't too upset when she figures out the problem with those sandals... * * * Crying--and naked except for her sandals--Galina Barding stood looking down at her ship's emergency cold-sleep pod, observing the lifeless form of Berrman Van-Meyo through the frosted glass. Although she knew first aid, she could not re-start Van-Meyo's artificial heart; the best she could do was put him on ice and hope that doctors in the Core could resuscitate him. "You poor schmuck," she said, finally, bending down to unbuckle her right sandal. The ankle strap, however, would not unbuckle. "What the hell?" It was peculiar; Galina could feel the metal buckles, but they wouldn't budge--on the right sandal or the left. The PMA material, she realized, was locked into its current form...which only Van-Meyo could alter! "That's just great," Galina muttered, clopping forward toward the galley and sitting at the circular dining table. Lifting her right foot on her left knee, she then began pulling and tugging at the straps, sole and spike heel of the vexatious sandal; much as she tried, however- -flexing her foot, or hooking her thumb underneath the vamp and pulling--she could not induce the shoe to budge. Although the straps binding her toes and her ankles weren't glued to her feet, she could barely squeeze a single finger between the straps and her skin, so perfect was their fit. "This is fucking stupid," Galina said, opening a panel in the table and taking out a small serrated steak knife. It didn't get much use since Galina's food was mostly reconstituted algae, but that was all the better, since the blade was nice and sharp. Carefully--keeping the sharp edge pointed away from herself--she slipped the knife between her heel and ankle strap, and started sawing. Several minutes later, the strap was still in place, but the knife was appreciably duller. "What the hell is this stuff?" Exasperated, Galina then stood up and clopped forward to the ladder to the upper deck. Most of her tools were topside, and-while she wasn't about to experiment with fusion welders or power saws--she speculated that a good old fashion crowbar might work. And the closest thing to a crowbar was a 60 cm titanium alloy rod in the space suit locker--fitted with a hook so she could stand on the lowered belly ramp and reach up to release the water intake hoses from their storage compartment, should she ever crash land in the wilderness and be forced to synthesize her own tritium fuel. "Okay," Galina muttered, sliding down to the deck opposite the airlock control panel. Bracing her left heel in a seam in the floor plates, she then lifted her right foot once again on her left knee and attempted to wedge the rod between her right foot and the sole of her sandal; eventually, flexing her right foot and straining with the effort, Galina thought it was just about to budge... ...when--suddenly--the rod slipped from her sweaty hands and shot through the air, flung directly at the airlock control panel. BLANG! Like a bullet, the rod then ricocheted back in Galina's direction and she barely ducked in time to miss it. Of greater concern, however, was a fine wisp of white smoke now starting to rise from the ventilator grill. Oh, shit...! Galina thought, feeling her heart thumping fast in her chest. Then--without warning--the airlock siren began to honk, and the corridor was bathed in red emergency lighting. "Emergency!" said Holly--the flight computer--over the ship's intercom; "decompression imminent!" "Oh, shit!" Galina swore, rolling onto her knees and scrambling for the hatch to the lower deck. She just made it--climbing down the ladder and dogging the hatch behind her--as the air lock began to cycle. Then, as she heard the whoosh of air and loose material blown out the open airlock above, she sat gasping, winded--and still naked-- on the main deck. "This is not good," she said, finally. "Not good!" * * * Since the ship was in hyperspace, it was naturally sensitive to changes in the ship's configuration...such as an open airlock and ejected debris. Thus, Galina was not surprised when Holly indicated a 75% probability of hyperdrive failure. When the ship eventually came out of hyperspace some time in the future, it would probably be dozens of light-years from its target point. "And I would add," Holly noted, "that the hyperdrive has become unstable. Once it shuts off, we will probably be stranded." "Go figure," Galina replied, clopping back to her stateroom in her heels. Although there was no one to see her, she pulled her baggy khaki shorts and blouse back on, so she wouldn't feel completely naked as things went to hell around her. She had been stranded by drive failures before, and knew there was not much she could do; she could not guess when the hyperdrive would disengage, so all she could do was conserve food and water, and try to keep her mind off the prospect of being stranded in deep space without fuel, supplies, and....eventually...air. At least, she thought, it can't get much worse. * * * It got worse the next morning when she went to relieve herself in her stateroom's head. CONGRATULATIONS , announced the display above the toilet, YOU ARE PREGNANT. PER GSS REG. 1228P, OBTAIN MEDICAL ASSISTANCE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. IF DESIRED, PERSONAL PSYCHOLOGICAL COUNSELING MAY BE OBTAINED FROM SHIP'S LIBRARY FILE 2151G: 'NOW YOU ARE A MOTHER'. Galina stared at the message, stunned. She hadn't actually been pregnant since she was 18, and she'd tried to 'wing it', doing a gravball jock without protection. Of course, that time she got to an automated family- planning booth in time to donate her 6 week-old embryo to a gene vendor; as an alternative to outright abortion, that embryo might have been purchased by another woman to be implanted in her own womb, or frozen for harvesting of fetal tissues. But this time--on a crippled spaceship heading for God-knows-where--she might never even see another inhabited planet. "Oh, fuck..." Galina moaned, dropping onto her knees. As if it would help, she then idly slipped her thumbs between her heels and her ankle straps, but they still wouldn't budge. * * * Six weeks later, the ship finally fell out of hyperspace and the hyperdrive promptly exploded, filling the drive bay with acrid blue smoke. On the bright side, the ship had stumbled across a star system with at least some planetary bodies, but Holly confirmed that they were at least fifty light-years off course. Out here, the chance of rescue would be pretty darn slim. "How far to the nearest planet? In the habitable zone of this star, I mean." "Six days," Holly replied. "What do the scanners show? I noticed our tritium is nearly gone, after that extended hyperjump." "That is correct. Fortunately, I am picking up oxygen and water on the scanners, with a high albedo." "Ice," Galina surmised. "Well, it's our only hope. Steer for that planet." With matters of survival in mind, it was certainly a minor annoyance that Van-Meyo's sandals still refused to come loose from her feet. With the top deck--and most of her tools--now open to space, Galina simply got used to wearing them all day, and still wearing them when she went to sleep. Certain areas of the ship were trickier than others--such as the perforated deck plating in the drive section, but it became her regular routine to take her sonic shower, dress, eat and stand her watch on the bridge with the dress sandals as her constant companion. Then, she made a truly startling discovery. Since she was only nine weeks pregnant as the ship approached the planet, Galina found it peculiar that her belly--normally taut and trim--was already starting to bulge. Curious about the health of her baby, then, Galina finally ran a diagnostic scanner over her belly...and discovered she was pregnant with sextuplets. "Fuck!" Evidently, Van-Meyo had been right about that stuff making her ovulate! With her water and fuel supplies running low, then, Galina was quite depressed as she steered her ship in low over the surface of an unexplored, as-yet uninhabited world wrapped in glaciers and punctuated by the odd volcano. Eventually, she spotted a smooth patch of ice and set down on her tripod landing gear, thawing the ice immediately below into a shallow pool of slightly warmer ice water with her thrusters. With the ship's fuel processor, that melted glacial ice could eventually make more tritium--and would supply drinking water ad infinitum--but there was no obvious multicellular life on the scanners, making hunting and foraging unlikely. And, since her hyperdrive was shot-- with the hyperdrive regulator sustaining irreparable damage--she would soon be trying to stretch a six- month supply of survival rations indefinitely. With six babies growing in her belly, that would be a trick--and her mind began to run to a nightmare vision of the future; some--if not all--of her children would probably abort spontaneously as her womb was stretched to its limit, and any that survived would have a short, cold, miserable life. "Is it safe to go out?" Galina asked, finally, shaking herself from her dark thoughts. "Pressure and gas mix are within acceptable limits, but the temperature is well below zero." Galina rolled her eyes; with her stupid sandals, she couldn't well wear any boots, but she would have to go outside to lower the water intake hoses. Bitter and grumpy, she thus slipped on a thermal survival suit and parka, and clopped aft to open the lower hull ramp. Sure enough, a rush of cold air blew up around her feet and she wondered if maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Resigned to misery, however, Galina stepped down the ramp with ginger, mincing steps. The slight tugging of her ankle straps at her heels, and the slight pinching of her toes by their vamps, were familiar by now, but Galina desperately wished she knew how to change them into a pair of fur-lined boots. "Oh, that's fucking cold!" Galina swore, finally stepping into the water at the end of the ramp. She would have to go a bit further to reach the access panel for the hoses, but presently she felt the water rush over her toes and flow around her insteps, instantly numbing her feet. To hell with boots, she thought; why can't this damn PMA stuff fix my hyperdrive! Even as Galina clenched her teeth and took a sucking breath, however, she felt something peculiar. At first she thought she was slipping in the water--and fell backward onto the dry portion of the ramp; however, looking down, she saw that her sandals were beginning to melt, the vamps and ankle straps pouring across her flesh and into the water. Numb with shock, Galina did not react until the shoes were completely gone. Go figure, she thought--stumbling back up the ramp on her hands and knees--cold water! Freezing cold water dissolves those fuckers! * * * Back aboard ship, Galina crawled to her stateroom and wrapped her feet--numb and sore beyond belief--in the blankets from her bunk. Minutes later, aware the aft hatch was still open, she called Holly on the intercom. "Captain," Holly replied, "good news. The hyperdrive is back on line." "What? How?" "Unknown." "Oh, very well. Plot a course for the nearest scout base- -best guess. I'll go lower the water intakes." * * * Six weeks later, Galina--wearing a loose white dress gathered with a sash below her bulging belly, and a pair of wedge-heeled mules-- squeezed through her topside airlock hatch, and into the interior of Way Station Gamma. Along with a three-man medical team, Commander Gerhard Bazyl was stunned when she finally pulled up to her full height before them, revealing the grossly distended swelling of her abdomen. Ironically, the effect was all the more striking with her dress gathered up as it was--she looked as if she was ready to drop any minute--and Bazyl immediately tried to calculate where he was nine months earlier. Oh my God, he thought; I was on a mission with Galina! "Uh, Galina...?" "I think I might be pregnant," Galina said. "Oh, by the way, I've got Mr. Van-Meyo on ice." Acknowledging that, the medics promptly rushed aboard. "What the hell?" Bazyl said. "This is a joke, right?" "No, I'm pregnant, all right," Galina said, holding her belly. "Some polymorphic matter from Mr. Van-Meyo's heart interfered with my birth control, and now I'm in a family way." "Okay..." "I was stranded, actually, for a couple months, but the most amazing thing happened. The same polymorphic matter- -well, from my shoes--crawled up inside the engine well and fixed the hyperdrive. Apparently, this stuff can actually absorb impressions directly from the mind of the user, and it actually absorbed my knowledge of the hyperdrive, and my desire to fix it. I think it actually morphed itself into a new hyperjump regulator, which was the part that was broken." "Huh?" "I'll...fill you in later. Meanwhile, is there a gene vendor on this boat?" "Galina, you can't donate a full-term fetus!" "Actually I'm just 15 weeks along," she said, adding-- sheepishly, "I'm pregnant with sextuplets." Bazyl stared at her, dumbfounded. "Holy shit..." "Oh, and I can feel them kick!" Galina said, resting her hands on her belly and looking up with surprise. "Jesus, we'd better get you to a doctor..." Bazyl said finally, extending his arm to her. "In a hurry." "You're so gallant," Galina said, accepting his arm and waddling along beside him. "Sextuplets...wow," Bazyl said, after a long moment walking beside her. "You know, there was a rash of pregnancies on the last ship Mr. Van-Meyo was on." "You don't say." "I only just found out about it. The skipper, Oona Veldt, resigned her commission--and now she's six months pregnant with triplets! She's even bigger than you are!" "Thanks." "And you should see her radio chief! Quintuplets!" "Why didn't they just give them up to a gene vendor?" Galina asked. "I don't know. Poor Oona's never had a baby...maybe she feels guilty about letting them go." Galina shook her head, imagining those poor women. For her part, she knew she had no business being a mother, and was glad to turn her brood over to mothers who would actually want to raise them. "Well, one thing's for certain," Galina said. "Van-Meyo's going to be paying on some paternity suits--him or his estate." Bazyl nodded. "Say, Galina," Bazyl said, after a long moment, "are you absolutely positive that I didn't...you know." But Galina simply smiled, declining to reply. In fact, she wasn't positive about that at all...but things were complicated enough as they were! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 15