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Lust Of The Stars
by The Post Man (atlas8193@yahoo.com)

***

On a far off world populated by humanoid animals, a 
young woman is forced into prostitution to survive. Her 
life then takes an interesting twist with one customer. 
(MF, reluc, anal, beast, sci-fi)

***

The crying sky was a nearly black sludge gray as Susan 
stood out on the street corner, huddling around herself 
for warmth. It was really a typical day for Krylos 4-at 
least where she was. The densely packed urban area of 
Bylock seemed to be a magnet for foul weather, even by 
standards elsewhere in inhabited space.

Since mankind had first made its brave leap to the 
stars, countless species had been encountered-and not 
all of them had been entirely friendly. Of the 
thousands of alien races out of the known universe; a 
great number had seen humanity as little more than an 
obnoxious pest. Not that much-if anything-mattered to 
Susan at this time. All she wanted was to save up 
enough of the local currency to get her out of her 
current situation as a whore and hopefully enough to 
buy a ticket off this horrible planet and it's 
dominating inhabitants; the "zoo's" as they were 
referred to.

Through some strange twist in evolution, Krylos 4 had 
given birth to a race of animal like humanoids-the 
derogatory slang of which was "zoo". If there was an 
animal on Earth, it almost surely had a zoo equivalent 
here; though for some odd reason, the horse-like ones 
seemed to have taken charge of everything and seemed to 
be the most influential species on the planet-though 
she had seen less than a dozen since she'd arrived here 
when she was sixteen.

She couldn't remember the last time a human had used 
her services. She had been used by tigers, dogs, even 
at one time being used by a zoo that had to be a 
dolphin of some kind. Another quirk about this planet 
was that a zoo could possibly knock you up, if you 
weren't careful. This led to her having to buy the 
expensive local human birth control medication from a 
variety of sources-not all of them reliable or trust 
worthy.

She shivered hard in the driving rain. Her skimpy thong 
and top (that barely covered the fairly small nipples 
on her average sized tits) did nothing to insulate 
against the cold rain. Her naturally red hair had long 
since been matted to her head and the waist long length 
of it stuck to the small of her back in a cold wet 
clump that further added to her misery. The tight thong 
dug slightly into the skin around her flawless hips as 
it pulled itself into the beautiful crevice that was 
her ass. 

Though she was twenty-two; she looked closer to sixteen 
because of her youthful features and fairly small size. 
Her small size had allowed more than one of her zoo 
customers to rough her up a bit as they went to town on 
her tight little cunt. Some of those encounters had 
left her nearly incapable of working; it had bruised 
her so bad. Luckily zoos didn't really care for anal-
some of the creatures that had had her would have 
killed her if they'd stuck there cock up her puckered, 
virgin hole.

Car after car drove by and splashed the filthy gutter 
water on her like the shattered remains of her hopes 
and dreams. Eventually one car did slow down and pull 
up in front of her.

It was a limousine-a true oddity for her part of town. 
The rain beaded up on the roof and rolled down the 
sides of the elegantly sleek, black hover car as it 
came to an easy and smooth stop in front of her. Why 
would a limo be down in this end of town? The few that 
could afford a limo on this planet had "professionals" 
that could service them and a few even kept literal 
harems of women to use for their pleasure. She crouched 
over and tried to peer in the black tinted rear window. 
It was then that not the window rolled down; but the 
driver got out.

The driver was a canine-which wasn't really surprising 
given his role as a driver and possibly butler. He no 
doubt was able to call in a fortune for a living 
looking like the greyhound he was. The greyhound race 
of canine zoo was unusually graceful and well mannered 
from what she'd seen and heard of them. His presence 
alone meant that the passenger was undoubtedly very 
wealthy.

The rain falling off his black umbrella obscured his 
long, graying muzzle (a sign of growing years) making 
it difficult to tell much else outside of his race. 
When he spoke, it was in a clear voice with only the 
faintest of taints from his native language.

"My master wishes to know how much for the night?" He 
said. Though it was difficult to see him clearly, she 
could tell he had an ear piece in due the steady blue 
light that came from within one of his tall, pointed 
ears. She noticed that and that he had just licked his 
big and black nose. There was something about an 
intelligent race capable of licking its own nose that 
annoyed her.

She quoted a price off the top of her head-one that 
implied quality without sounding too outrageous. "I 
don't do a single customer a night, though. I've lost 
money doing that before. Sorry." She added.

The hounds' eyes angled toward the side of his head 
that had the earphone in it. There was a quiet, "yes 
sir," and then he looked at her again.

"He agrees to your price-but only if you are to be his 
only customer of the night." He stated to her.

She shook her head. "No way."

He bent his head down and gave another glance toward 
his earphone. This one was much longer than before 
though. The hounds' head canted several more times as 
whom-or what-ever was on the other end talked at length 
to him. There was a sigh of obedience from the 
greyhound as he once again returned his brown-eyed gaze 
at her.

"My master says that he will pay you your price per 
service over the night and by the hour. He is willing 
to pay nearly any price you ask of him for your time." 
He said. "He also offers you a place to stay for the 
night and clean yourself rather than that filthy alley 
you call home. That part comes with the trust that 
nothing he does will be publicly talked about."

The hounds' boss just wouldn't give up. With a sag in 
her shoulders she accepted the offer. In the very 
least, she could use a shower and a real bed for a 
night. She was reaching for the rear door handle when 
the hound smacked her hand-hard. With a shake of one of 
his clawed fingers, he led her around to the passenger 
side front door and opened it for her. Once she was 
inside, he walked around and got in.

Their journey took them up the street and around the 
corner; which put them on track to up-town. The 
streetlights improved and so did the roads and 
sidewalks. It was still raining-though for some reason 
it seemed to be a lot less depressing in this part of 
town. She was starting to almost-almost-look forward to 
it. In any situation it beat a grimy hotel room where 
the sheets reeked of bizarre sexual escapades between 
cleanings.

They pulled up to a tall building and stopped. She 
asked the driver if she was supposed to get out which 
earned her a scowl and a shake of the head.

"You will get out once we park. My master wants you 
prepared before the start of the evening." He said in a 
half sigh of resignation. She got a feeling that 
despite the fact that there was no doubt about his 
loyalty, his master bestowed countless less than 
fitting tasks upon him. "He also has some business to 
take care of before he is ready for you."

The limo pulled into the basement-parking garage and 
they got out. The grey nearly pushed her over into a 
service elevator and tapped the button for the third to 
top floor-the fifty-seventh. Whoever it was, they were 
most definitely fabulously wealthy-a floor that high up 
in a building this nice had to be expensive to live in. 
She hoped in the very least.

Once on the appropriate floor, they disembarked the 
elevator and she was almost forcefully ushered into a 
hallway and told to stand outside the door. The hound 
used a purple key card to open the door and then pushed 
her inside. She was growing tired of his rough 
treatment-and he wasn't even the one paying for the 
privilege!

He motioned her into a bathroom and told her to strip. 
The hound used the tips of his claws to pick up her 
soiled laundry and tossed it into a laundry chute. She 
gasped and made to slap him for throwing out her only 
clothing-she had never seen a laundry chute before.

The hound caught her hand shortly before impact. "Such 
an act is ill advised in the very best." He snarled at 
her, baring his sharp and well-kept teeth at her. "A 
new set of clothing will be brought to you in the 
morning-a set much better than…those pathetic rags we 
found you in. Now lay in the tub so that I may bathe 
you properly."

She did as she was told. The hound filled the tub with 
hot water-a little too hot; but not bad-and grabbed an 
organic sponge, bar of soap, and a bottle of shampoo. 
She thought something looked strange about the label on 
the bottle but wrote it off.

The canine eyed her lithe body with a combination of 
lust and envy. He started off by scrubbing her back 
with the sponge. With the dirt and grime that had built 
up on her body, it took several applications and a 
great number of rinses before the soap was actually 
clean enough to build to a decent lather. From there, 
he moved to her breasts where he used the sponge to 
only apply the soap-even the loyal grey wasn't above 
copping a feel when his master was paying. She 
shuddered in pleasure as one of his well-groomed claws 
grazed her sensitive nipple.

By the time he had finished with her body, the water 
was gray with filth. The hound drained the tub and 
refilled it with fresh, clean water before wetting her 
hair and applying the shampoo. Keeping her hair wet, 
the hound brushed her hair free of knots and snags; 
which freed up even more dirt and grime into the water.

Being comprised of a layer of fur in most cases; zoos 
had designed the finest hair care products the universe 
over. The shampoo felt glorious in her hair as it went 
to work. Also due to the fact of fur; was a flawless 
sense of how to get it clean-and the greyhound was no 
exception to this. He used the perfect amount of force 
from his claws to get to her scalp and render it clean. 
The cleaning of her hair alone made the water once 
again dirty with her filth. When she stepped out of the 
tub; she felt fresh and renewed.

"My master will meet with you in due time. Until his 
arrival you will where this." The hound said. He handed 
her a blindfold after drying her off. Once she put it 
on, she was guided-blind and naked-to the bedroom.

She didn't know how long she'd been waiting. Mainly 
because she had no sense of time and she knew she had 
fallen asleep on the plush sheets of the unusually 
large bed. A stern voice awakened her from her slumber.

"You may remove the blindfold now." The voice said to 
her.

She did as she was told. She dared a glance at her 
customer for the night.

The zoo was already naked, which revealed the well-
muscled form of what was to be her first stallion 
customer. His fur was a shiny, jet black that gleamed 
in the dim light of the room. His hands bore well-
trimmed hoof-like fingernails. Despite having evolved 
into humanoid forms; they still had a few animal 
traits-the nails were one, animal legs and hoofed feet 
were another in most cases, such as his.

Her eyes slid down to his cock despite her best 
efforts. Even in its un-erect state, it was nearly 
intimidating in its length and girth. It was nearly an 
inch in diameter and the head was nearly the size of a 
kiwi. His tennis ball sized nuts dangled at the hilt of 
his massive, ten-inch organ in a hairless sac. It was 
all she could do to keep her mouth shut from the 
amazement of its size.

He motioned her closer with a hand gesture. She 
diligently obeyed him. He ran his finger through her 
hair and then harshly grabbed her tits. The hand upon 
her back slid between the two shapely mounds that made 
up her ass and slid a finger up to the knuckle into her 
clenched hole.

His sudden rough treatment surprised her. She gasped in 
pain and trembled in pleasure as his rough hands 
caressed her breasts and twisted in her anus. She 
ground her teeth and inhaled as she fought the urge to 
cum right then and there. The combination of the two 
feelings was almost too much for her. When she opened 
her mouth to exhale; the hand that been in her ass 
quickly moved behind her head. 

Her head was crudely pushed against his muzzle as he 
shoved his tongue into her mouth. He probed the inside 
of her face with his long, rough tongue; forcing her to 
taste the strange beverage he'd finished only moments 
before. When he withdrew and released her head she 
gasped, her breath breaking the thin string of saliva 
that still connected the two of them.

"Now do what I'm paying you for, human." He ordered 
her.

She dropped to her knees and began to stroke his 
already large cock. In less than a minute, it had 
swollen to fourteen inches and the head was about the 
size of a large lemon. She started by giving him a hand 
job, which was usually enough to satisfy at least a few 
of her clients. She hated having to do more than she 
had to.

Her deft and experienced hands wove intricate patterns 
around his shaft and it quivered with pent up pleasure. 
She worked his member until he started to groan.

When she stopped to see if he wanted to begin fucking 
her, he looked down at her and glared as he spoke. "I 
didn't say to stop!"

She quickly resumed her chore. When would it be enough 
for him? When was he going to fuck her? She had to 
admit though; that being gored by that enormous cock 
sounded rather appealing to her. That was what she was 
there for after all…

Her thoughts of how much longer it was going to take 
were abruptly cut short as he grunted and came on her 
face.

She was suddenly covered in his deluge of thick, white 
zoo seed. It splattered her face and tits and ran down 
her chest in great white rivulets. She quickly scooped 
as much of it up as she could and licked a hand clean 
while she smeared the other hand load upon the 
throbbing mound between her legs. A few of her fingers 
dove into her cunt while her thumb slid into her ass. 
No matter the species or race, she still loved the 
taste and feel of warm jizz.

She recovered and stayed kneeling at his feet. He 
sneered at her and took his still hard cock in one hand 
and her head in another. Surely he wasn't seriously 
going to force her to give him a blowjob?!?

He forced her jaw open as he slid nearly the entire 
length of his shaft into her face. She gagged and 
sputtered as he forced her to take most of it into her 
mouth.

A thick trickle of slimy vomit oozed out from around 
his cock as he moved her head back and forth. He moaned 
and withdrew to let her catch her breath. The reprieve 
didn't last long though. When he resumed; he stuffed 
the full length into her throat in one swift and 
painful thrust of his hips. She threw up again and this 
time it nearly erupted from her delicate mouth. The 
slime that had spewed from her stomach began to run 
down between her well-rounded tits. Tears brimmed in 
her eyes as he humiliated her. She thought she would 
die from lack of air because of his cock. Then he came.

Once again, the thick deluge erupted from his cock. 
This time however, it had nowhere to go but straight 
down her throat and into her stomach. She quickly had 
her appetite sated by his seed alone, as nearly a pint 
of the rich substance surged into her hungry and 
waiting gullet.

He released her and she fell to the floor, gasping for 
air. He strode proudly over to his bed and pulled the 
sheets off of it in one, swift motion. That action 
complete, he lay down upon it and snorted-a sign she 
was to get up and come to his side. She once again 
heeled to him.

"I need to piss, cunt." He said to her.

She kneeled again-she had a feeling that most of her 
time with him was going to be spent that way-and opened 
her mouth. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd 
had to sink to the level of toilet. He waved a finger 
at her and told her to turn around and to bend over. So 
he had a different approach-and it would no doubt hurt 
badly.

He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, 
exposing her puckered hole to the large tip of his 
dick. She felt the half limp head of his cock pop into 
her anus-the head of his cock passed painlessly into 
the orifice surprisingly-and then he released the 
contents of his bladder into her bowels.

She fought back the urge to puke in disgust again, for 
a variety of reasons. The primary reason was that he 
had more or less just fed her-grant it that it was with 
his cock and it was force-fed into her. The second 
reason was that he might throw her out the window if 
she lost it on the beautiful red carpet she was doubled 
over on. The feeling of this…animal using her body as a 
toilet disgusted her.

She felt his golden water flowing passed her rectum and 
into the confines of her lower intestine. The end 
result of his actions was an overwhelming urge to shit 
and piss as his boiling hot fluid softened her shit. He 
sighed as his flow dwindled off to nothing inside of 
her.

"Be sure to clench that hole of yours up! I don't want 
anything on the carpet!" He barked at her as she 
scrambled to the shitter.

Her bowels failed her just as her shapely ass came over 
the rim of the toilet. The wet and sloppy mess of piss, 
shit, and the slime in her lower G.I. track splattered 
the inside of the porcelain bowl in a nearly explosive 
eruption of bodily waste. She wept quietly to herself 
until he grew tired of waiting and walked in on her.

With a sneer that went from one side of his muzzle to 
the other, he reached between the delicate flesh of her 
ass cheeks and used his hand to scrape a palm full of 
the remnants of her movement off. He then smeared the 
slime across her chest and tits. She began to cry again 
at the humiliation of it all.

He gave her a nasal snort and told her to clean it off 
herself-but not to bother showering. Once she had 
cleaned herself up, she knelt beside his bed and 
awaited his next humiliating command.

Her mind raced as the massive stallion thought about 
what he was going to do to her next. How had she 
allowed herself to fall into this predicament? How much 
longer could she last before she finally grew sick of 
whoring herself out all the time and kill herself? She 
doubted she could hold out much longer-at least at this 
rate.

She'd been sixteen when she'd run away from home. Her 
father had abused her physically and her own mother had 
taken advantage of her sexually. She'd been more or 
less raised for the purpose of sexual exploitation by 
her parents. Her parents had used her to make money by 
selling her virginity to the highest bidder on Mars and 
after that, by whoring her out for days-sometimes 
weeks-on end. When she finally got the nerve to do it, 
she hid in a shipment of cattle that was heading for 
Krylos-4; not caring what awaited her on the other end-
anything had to be better than "home".

Shortly after her arrival, she'd been forced into 
prostitution again out of shear necessity. She couldn't 
get a job on this planet, and she'd left without a 
return plan or the essentials to do so.

She was brought out of her thoughts with a jar as he 
grabbed her by the shoulders and effortlessly tossed 
her onto the bed. So he had finally figured out what he 
wanted to do to her.

She relaxed in resignation as he used his knees to 
spread her beautifully shaped legs. Using one of his 
arms to support himself over her, he aimed his 
throbbing dick at the entrance of her wet pussy. He 
rubbed the head of his cock around in the nectar that 
oozed out of her gash, making a slurry of her juices, 
slime, and the cum still left on his cock.

As the tip pressed harder and harder against her 
clenched love tunnel, she could already tell that it 
was going to hurt-and very badly. She screamed 
involuntarily as he suddenly shoved the entire length 
of his shaft into her. Tears once again erupted from 
her eyes as he savagely fucked-more like raped-her.

He was thrusting so hard that she was moving up toward 
the headboard with each brutal thrust of his iron hard 
meat. She could feel the entire length of it inside of 
her tight birth canal. The head of his cock pounded 
against-sometimes even past-the internal boundary of 
her cervix. When she looked down at their alien 
coupling; she could see a long lump where his cock was 
in her body.

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his large, 
powerful shoulders in an involuntary act of passion. 
Her back arced as she began to meet each one of his 
powerful thrusts into her cunt. Her clit throbbed in 
unimaginable pleasure as the top of the hilt to his 
massive organ pounded against it.

Despite the pain and abuse he was dealing to her and 
her insides; she was quickly approaching a mind-blowing 
climax. She hoped that after she came; that he wasn't 
far behind-she didn't really want to know how much more 
of it she could take.

When she came, it was earth shattering. As the rush of 
sexual energy flooded her every thought, her vision 
blurred and stars danced before her eyes. As she lay 
limp and trembling, he continued to pump her faster and 
faster with each passing second. He knew he was close 
and was going to savor all of the time he had with her 
body.

With three more thrusts, he came. He yelled his orgasm 
to her. His balls tensed and jumped as they jettisoned 
a thick torrent of his baby making cream directly into 
her uterus. She could feel it splash against the far 
wall of the body cavity and quickly fill her literally 
to the brim and beyond. As her cunt continued to spasm 
in the throws of her orgasm, she squirted a fair amount 
of his copious load onto the sweat soaked sheets 
between her legs.

As he collapsed on her, she lost control of her bladder 
as another orgasm overtook her body. He smiled as he 
laid on top of her, his cock between them. The stink of 
urine quickly filled the room. She was afraid of him 
and what he'd do to her because of her lack of control 
of herself. He returned her flattery by pissing on her 
as well. Lovers on his world urinated on each other-it 
marked them with each other's scent and effectively 
stood in place of a wedding ring.

"I love you too." He whispered to her as he held 
himself above her silent but deeply breathing form. It 
fell on deaf ears-she had fallen asleep right after 
pissing herself. "But I still want more of your body…"

He gently rolled her onto her piss-drenched chest and 
once again parted her ass cheeks with his hand. With 
the other he aimed at her sphincter and thrust into her 
in one swift stroke.

She suddenly awoke and screamed in utter agony as the 
stallions cock tore passed her rectum and began to 
slither around in her guts once again-her anal 
virginity was now totally gone. It hadn't hurt this bad 
even when she'd had her cherry busted! The feeling of 
something that large moving in her ass aroused her 
greatly though... She came at least eight times before 
he stiffened and buried his cock to the hilt in her ass 
as he came. For the third and final time, he emptied at 
least another pint into the bowels of her small body. 
They fell asleep with his cock still buried in her 
asshole.


THREE MONTHS LATER

She smiled as she scampered out of the doctor's office 
toward the awaiting limo. The greyhound returned her 
smile as he opened the passenger door to the sleek 
vehicle that had once held nothing but the potential 
for getting off this world.

"Link me to Stahn please, Grav." She asked the 
greyhound. She couldn't wait to tell her husband the 
good news!

His voice came through the earphone right after the 
grey connected her to him. "Yes, my love?"

"I have great news for you! You're going to be a dad!" 
She practically yelled into the microphone.

There was a moment of silence. Her tension built to an 
unbearable level in no time flat. Then he replied. 
"Sorry about making you wait for a response-I was 
canceling all my appointments and meetings for the day. 
I'm going to need plenty of time with you tonight to 
celebrate and plan! This is truly a glorious day for 
us!"

Over the three months they'd been together, she had 
learned to love his strange sexual preferences. He had 
learned to be a lot gentler with her frail human body. 
She was no longer just another whore or one of his 
employees-she was his wife; and eventually in a year or 
so, the mother of his child.

After so many years of nothing, a nearly routine job 
had given her a second lease on life-a chance to start 
over. A chance for a new beginning with a person she 
truly loved. The birth was going to be far from easy-
she knew that. However, she would die for Stahn if he 
merely asked it of her; she loved him so much.

Life for her was looking up for a change; and she loved 
every moment of it.

END

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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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