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Stardust
by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)

***

In the wake of an NEO comes a dramatic shift in power 
for earth's dominant species. (FFM, nc, rp, cast, sn, 
sci-fi)

***

As the sun sets over the snow glazed peaks, the red hue 
bathes the inside of the cave with a warm glow. The 
shadows deepen, and I struggle to my feet for another 
bucket of snow to bathe my throbbing gonads in as I lay 
by the fire. Within a day or two, I know I will need to 
venture to the small market several hours distant to 
replenish my now dwindling food supply. For now, 
though, all is well and I wonder how many of my other 
male companions have survived. 

Struggling to my feet, my groans awaken Rascal, my 
trusty Labrador companion, and he accompanies me on my 
brief trek into the snow covered twilight. Returning 
quickly to the warmth of the fire, I gingerly expose my 
still tender ball sack and smother it in a handful of 
snow, easing the fires within and the inflammation that 
has stubbornly refused to subside. My sighs encourage 
Rascal to join me by the sleeping bag and we settle in 
for the night.

My thoughts wander back in time to the eternity that 
has passed in such a few short weeks. I had just 
married an adorable waif that I happened to encounter 
while stocking shelves at the local department store. 
Shy and lovely was she, with a small frame, dark round 
eyes that could warm the coldest winter night, and 
youthful innocence that concealed her practical wisdom. 

Within a few short dates, we had moved into a small 
two-bedroom apartment close to work and within walking 
distance to most any convenience. A small wedding soon 
followed and we began our lives together, with passion-
filled nights and play filled days. Our dreams began to 
mutually form, and I wondered how I had survived the 
lonely life that I had before. 

The world news report had mentioned as a footnote that 
a small near earth object would be passing close to 
Earth and although a small amount of satellite 
interference may be encountered, all of the fragments 
would easily dissipate within the upper atmosphere. We 
stepped out onto the balcony, with her head resting 
against my chest and we watched the brief flashes of 
the NEO's as their timeless life flickered out against 
the darkness of the moonless sky. 

The lights suddenly flickered off and the surrounding 
city was darkened for a few seconds, before the power 
was restored, and we returned to the comfort of our 
second-hand couch to enjoy each other once again. Far 
above us the tiny molecules began their gradual 
descent, covering an unsuspecting world with a hormone 
altering mist that would forever alter the foundations 
of humanity.

In the first hours of the new day, I awoke to the 
haunting, lust –filled gaze of my beloved. Without a 
word she tore the covers from us, and ripped my 
underwear from my torso in a wild frenzy. She dove, 
face first onto my flaccid member and began sucking and 
gnawing in wild abandon unlike I'd ever experienced 
before. 

As I began to rise to her administrations she quickly 
straddled me and forcefully pushed my glans past the 
tight sopping entrance of her vagina into the warmth 
within. Riding me in wild abandon with her head thrown 
back and her tiny hand clinging almost painfully to my 
chest, she shuddered with her first orgasm. There was a 
shiny sheen to her soft olive skin as she rode out the 
orgasm and her brown beautiful hair seemed to tremble 
with her ecstasy. 

With nary a pause, she pummeled my torso again, rocking 
back and forth on my now hard manhood, as her nipples 
jutted proudly into the cool night air. The muscles 
surrounding her vagina tightened with a second, then a 
third orgasm, each seeming to build in intensity until 
she became a trembling, thrusting mass of femininity, 
shuddering almost continually in orgasmic bliss. 

So erotic was her countenance that I could no longer 
hold the passion that so quickly grew within, and I 
released into her warmth with a back bending thrust and 
growl, that sent Rascal cowering and sent her over the 
edge once again. Her vagina went into overtime, 
rippling continually down the length of my shaft and 
milking everything I could offer into her hungry womb. 

She cooed erotically and then resumed her attack, 
thrusting her hips unmercifully, with her eyes rolled 
into her head, and a small stream of drool escaping 
from the corner of her full lips. Another orgasm 
erupted throughout her frame while her torso continued 
to assault my softening member. Our pubic hair had 
become painfully abrasive and the skin above my pubic 
bone bruised to where pleasure became pain. Unable to 
endure any longer, I rolled quickly from beneath her 
trembling form and ran to the comfort of the bathroom 
for damage assessment. 

Before I could close the door, as some form of rabid 
animal, she was upon me again knocking me on my butt 
into the tub. With a painful thud, I landed, as she 
wrapped her legs around me and fumbled for the sticky 
lifeless flesh between my legs. Just outside the 
apartment I heard a male screaming, further 
intensifying my growing anxiety, and I struggled to 
free myself from the slippery form that once again 
trembled in orgasm above me. Although she was locked in 
an orgasmic death grip, I was able to over power her 
and fled, grabbing the large bath towel as I bolted 
from the apartment. My eyes locked on to the scene 
immediately in front of me. 

Our neighbors, whom my wife and I had affectionately 
coined the lesbian sisters, had pinned the old man from 
down the hall to the floor, one rubbing her genitals on 
his face savagely, as the other tried to coax life into 
his wrinkled member. Suffering from acute asthma, I can 
still hear him gasping for air amid their mindless 
assault; his wheelchair on his side blocking the only 
route of escape. Summoning what little athletic skill I 
possessed, I vaulted over the gruesome scene knowing 
that any attempt at rescue would be fruitless. 

Operating in panic mode, I bolted for the parking lot 
which was now a cornucopia of writhing bodies filling 
the air with the squeals of animal passion and the 
scent of sex. I heard the appeals of my wife, as she 
screamed my name from our balcony while thrusting her 
torso wildly against one of the floral deck chairs we 
had just recently purchased For a moment I hesitated, 
but I sensed my survivability was in question and ran. 

I ran from the nightmare. I kept running, dodging heaps 
of copulation, and corpses of spent men. I ran as fast 
as I could, with my lungs burning and my bare feet 
bleeding. I ran until my legs buckled beneath me and my 
adrenalin was spent. As I lay in a field of tall grass, 
gasping for air, I tried to reason what could have 
happened and why. With my heart beating like a runaway 
freight train, I reasoned reasoning was beyond my 
understanding, and survival was the priority. 

As I struggled to rise from the brief respite two sets 
of hands roughly pulled my naked form onto my back, and 
a slight framed blond abruptly sat on my chest barring 
any chance for escape. Although I could not see beyond 
the peach fuzz that had just begun to sprout between 
her legs, I could feel the warm tongue of another 
lather my genitals feverously, trying to evoke some 
hardness into the chafed flesh her warm mouth now fully 
enveloped. 

I tried to think of anything non-sexual – even 
disgusting to delay the inevitable. Puke, backed up 
sewers, dirty diapers – nothing seemed effective; and 
when a tiny finger forced its way through my anus to 
massage my tired prostrate, I could only succumb. As 
she guided my abused organ into her warm silky depths, 
I resigned my fate to my Creator, and closed my eyes in 
anticipation. 

Although I have written of the ecstasy my young wife 
gave me, her pussy paled in comparison to the sweet 
folds that engulfed me as my captor guided me into her 
moist depths. As she coaxed my essence from me 
fervently, the young girl sitting on my chest was 
frigging herself in a wild masturbatory frenzy, until 
with a disarming squeal she squirted a long stream of 
clear velvety ejaculate on my face and neck. Somehow, 
any resistance crumbled upon savoring this delicious 
cream, and my hips began to thrust mindlessly in rhythm 
to my unseen rapist. 

Beneath the orgasmic flesh riding me, I was overcome 
with lust and soon felt the all too familiar burning 
deep in my torso signaling my impending release.A 
series of high pitched squeals came from the girl 
riding my hips as she was swept up with her own orgasm 
while the girl on my chest scooted up to plant her 
tender young pussy on my mouth. My tongue lashed out 
against the tiny bud of her arousal, lapping the dew as 
quickly as it formed as my seed boiled through my torso 
and erupted, somewhat painfully into the unseen pussy 
so passionately milking my thoroughly chaffed organ. 

I gave a silent scream as the three of us exploded in 
simultaneous orgasms. Surprisingly, my last conscious 
thought was that I would never see the face of she who 
robbed my masculinity as my essence bathed her delicate 
internal folds. Darkness enveloped me gratefully.

It was night, cool and crisp when I awoke to the sight 
of a million stars and Rascals wet nose. She always had 
a way about her, that smart old dog! Somehow, I had 
been granted another opportunity to live and I would 
not allow it to pass through my penis. Crouching, I 
made my way through the field and into a nearby glen. A 
small creek of ice cold water was meandering through 
the trees giving birth to my survival plan. Bathing in 
the crystal clear stream revitalized me and I set out 
for the source of the streams origins, undoubtedly high 
in the nearby mountains. 

For several days, I crept through the available 
foliage, moving ever closer to the mountains, while 
grabbing the necessities I would require to live 
somewhere high on the snow covered peaks. On the second 
night, I found a jeep parked in the middle of a bridge. 
Ever so cautiously, I approached the vehicle and found 
a park ranger sprawled out on the front seat with his 
grossly abused genitals exposed and a look of sheer 
terror on his face. His final moments must have been 
horrible. I carried his body over to the side of the 
road and covered it with some small boulders I found 
there, and with silent thanks, fired up the jeep and 
sped of for the hills with my trusty canine companion.

Occasionally swerving to dodge corpses, and on one 
occasion, flooring the jeep to flee from a band of 
female maniacs, I made my way up into the back roads of 
the mountains and came across a small one room cabin 
with a storage shed and a gas pump. Sending Rascal out 
first, knowing she would find any signs of life, I hid 
on the floor boards. I wasn't content to leave the 
locked jeep until darkness fell. The cabin was well 
stocked with food, and the bed was more than 
accommodating and most importantly, the shower worked.

With great caution I took extraordinary measures to 
secure the cabin before finally relaxing. I learned how 
goldilocks felt that night as I took a true Hollywood 
shower, fixed a great meal for the two of us, and 
banked the fire to fight off any night chill before 
climbing into perhaps the most comfortable bed I had 
ever slept in. Although my mind was trying to process a 
multitude of information, my exhaustion was more than a 
match and I soon fell into a deep and troubled sleep. 

It was early in the morning when Rascals growl awakened 
me. One of the two small windows was broken and two 
women were already on their way to the bed while yet 
another was making her way in. My struggles were brief 
and unrewarded as my pants were torn from my torso and 
Rascal found refuge under the bed. The first women, 
middle aged and somewhat dumpy, threw her legs over 
mine and mashed her hairy pussy against my bruised and 
beaten genitals; the second dropped down onto my face 
and began gyrating her pussy in wild abandon as I 
gasped for air. The third crammed her pussy on my foot 
and began humping frantically, almost ripping off my 
toes in the process. I screamed. I screamed in both 
pain and humiliation. I screamed into the maw that was 
unceremoniously raping my mouth, giving my assailant a 
screaming orgasm, soon followed by her two accomplices. 

Almost on cue, the three changed places, and the dumpy 
gal was now on my torso, grinding my organ into my 
pubic bone in wild abandon. A cute redhead was now on 
my mouth, grinding and grunting as her labia swelled 
with yet another orgasm. The third was panting by the 
bed frigging her pussy so furiously that I could barely 
see the color of her finger nails. Unable to respond 
with an erection, the girl riding my torso grabbed my 
depleted gonads and squeezed tightly. I screamed into 
the thatch of red hair and saw stars until everything 
went black. 

When I awoke my penis was on fire, bleeding and limp, 
and my gonads were easily twice their normal size. A 
small dabble of blood and semen were dribbling from my 
penis pooling on my stomach and the bed beside me as 
Rascal sat beside the bed with sadder than sad eyes. It 
was a struggle to move, and it was extremely painful to 
walk. Gathering whatever I could find, I worked my way 
out to the jeep, knowing full well that another female 
encounter would surely be my last. Rascal jumped onto 
the seat beside me and kept trying to lick my face, as 
we left the cabin slowly and continued further into the 
hills. I was beginning to doubt there was anywhere safe 
now, and was almost delirious from the pains in my 
genitals. 

The gravel soon gave way to dirt as we passed the tree 
line and the snow deepened. Four wheel drive is great 
until the snow packs into the undercarriage and the 
light vehicle losses its traction. When all attempts to 
continue failed, Rascal and I set out on foot, hoping 
the abandoned vehicle would remain or future use. I 
would have to dig it out later when supplies waned. 
With a heavy backpack, snowshoes and a sled filled with 
provisions we trudged through towards the peak in the 
midday sun. 

When the snow gave way beneath our collective weight, 
we stumbled into our new temporary home; a small cave 
of ice. Unable to continue as the jolt from the brief 
fall had traumatized my genitals even further, I lay 
quietly as Rascal took station next to me. Don't know 
how long I slept, but when I awoke, I was able to clear 
my head enough to assess our position and needs. 
Firewood was plentiful just down the slope. With a 
little effort, I would be able to make our snowy abode 
livable and quite comfortable. The crisp air was 
marvelous, and with only a few animal tracks about, I 
felt safer than anywhere I could think of.

Several days had passed since then and now, I wondered 
what remained of society. Were women the new dominant 
species with no male counterparts? Were there some male 
survivors, maintained purely as "toys?" Or maybe women 
had returned to the way they were before the 
"stardust." How could I safely find out? What of my 
beloved wife? What about my gonads? Long ago I learned 
curiosity has its consequences and what is might best 
be left to the memory of what was. 

Rascal and I would survive; maybe someday return to 
find answers. Sleep offers a peaceful realm of fantasy 
and reality and it's a safe place to find refuge in. As 
the last rays of light faded from the sky, so too did 
my wakefulness and an easy peace enveloped me in sleep. 
A falling star flared briefly and disappeared over the 
horizon.

I awakened to Rascal barking at a helicopter hovering 
over head. Before I could struggle to my feet, several 
soldiers approached the cave dressed in combat fatigues 
with weapons poised.

"You alright," one barked, harshly. 

""I think so," I yelled over the sound of the chopper 
blades.

"Let's get you checked out," he barked again and 
motioned for me inside. Rascal leapt in with me. 
Several other men were laying on the floor with 
bandages on their crotches and in obvious agony. I 
glanced up towards the flight deck and saw a woman 
pilot as the chopper lifted of into the clear mountain 
air. A member of the aircrew came over with a clipboard 
and I gave him my name and vitals. 

He explained the CDC had isolated the viral strain that 
had emanated from the NEO debris and that a vaccine was 
being synthesized to neutralize the effects. Most 
females had developed antibodies within 48-hours 
although there were still rogue bands that were being 
rounded up and placed in isolation until they could be 
inoculated. Male casualties were catastrophic – over 
70% neutered, and numerous fatalities. The 
administrative offices were basically controlled by 
women now who would undoubtedly remain in power for at 
least a generation if all went as predicted.

We landed at the hospital and were guided into a large 
room where medical staff scurried to and fro. A young 
nurse gently exposed my genitals and almost reverently 
cleaned away the caked blood pausing only when I 
winced. Gently cradling my scrotum, her warm gentle 
hands explored the wrinkled sac and she smiled.

"You'll be able to keeps these," she said and smiled 
warmly. "You're one of the lucky ones."

The man next to me was softly sobbing as I heard the 
doctor say he would need a penectomy. Apparently his 
assailants had bitten off his gonads in a frenzy to 
ingest more sperm, and had torn the underside of his 
penis away in the process. I was given a mild sedative 
and escorted into a comfortable waiting room where a 
big screen TV was showing a family movie and warm 
coffee was brewing. A short time lady my teary wife 
appeared by my side with Rascal, and after some 
instructions from the nursing staff, we were on our way 
home. She put me into my own bed and gently exposed my 
genitals, kissing them over again amidst profound 
apologies and tears. 

Despite the trauma of the past few days, the all too 
familiar stirrings replaced the dull throbbing that had 
been a constant companion since it all began. Her 
delicate fingers once again found the sensitive places 
that reawakened the reproductive instincts in me. Soon 
my battered flesh rose to its full misshapen glory and 
as she made gentle circles around my corona, I knew my 
release would soon follow. Gently and persistently, she 
coaxed new life into my genitals; licking my scrotum 
lovingly while lovingly kneading my battered shaft into 
ecstasy. Too soon, I felt my seed boiling from their 
origins and erupt with a tiny stream that trickled from 
my glans onto my torso. 

The last cognizant thought I remember was her soft warm 
mouth encasing my gonads and a infinitely sharp pain as 
she tore them savagely from my torso.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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