Chapter Seven: Sarah versus Sexy Napoleon and the Unreasonable Number of Artillery Pieces

        The three inventions that had given humanity the stars were all equally important. Without the fusion torch, near constant acceleration would have been impossible and any attempt to travel beyond the immediate neighborhood of SOL’s inner planets would have been impossible. Without the agrav field equations that allowed gravitational and inertial forces to be negated, created, and reversed, then anyone attempting to use  the fusion torch would have instantly died as the immense gravitational acceleration put out by the engine mulched muscles and shattered skeletons. It also helped to be able to go from the surface of a planet to the orbit of a planet without the planet’s entire mass trying to stop you.

        And finally, without the Hypertropic Plane Shift Drive, which punched a hole through space/time via a rapidly rotating hyperdimensional object, humanity would have needed to spend decades pushing to near light speeds, then decades slowing down, all while the merciless laws of physics made time back on Earth whip by at increasing speeds. This was partially why there was an entire constructed religion around the hyperdimensional object that HPS Drives used. Some people called it the hypercube, but in actuality, it was closer to an infinitely long cylinder with two infinitely long points at the ends, rotating at near the speed of light. This distinction had led to one corporate backed holy war and sold copies of billions of books of hyperdimensional apologetics.

        All three of these inventions were how Sarah planned to defeat Sexy Napoleon in one fell swoop.

        Tex, Aiden, Tasha, Hailee, Steve, Synth and now Kellen Grant (who had fabbed himself a slave collar and golden thong despite the many times that Sarah had asked him not to) sat in the briefing room as Sarah laid out the scheme, using a small pointer to gesture to the various parts of the holographic diagram, while Bitey stood beside her, panting and wagging his segmented, heavily spiked combat tail like the good chitenous murder dog he was.

        “And that’s the plan!” Sarah said, turning to face the team, pushing the pointer shut with a series of clatter, clicking clanks. She paused as the last section of the pointer refused to collapse, gritting her teeth and shoving – trying to use enough force to get the tube to compress without smashing the whole pointer. She gritted her teeth harder as the last tube whined.

        “Oh, this plan is delightful,” Hailee said. “I always did want to learn if there was an afterlife!”

        “There isn’t one, though,” Steve said.

        “We don’t know that for certain,” Hailee said. “While improbable, it is not yet definitely unproven.”

        “That’s because you cannot prove something that exists beyond space-time,” Steve said, his arms crossing over his chest.

        “You can...if you go there!” Hailee cooed. “By dying! Horribly! In a nearlight collision with a planet.”

        “I’m with Hailee on this,” Tex said, drawing his legs up under him as he settled on the large, comfortable sofa they were all crammed onto. “We’ve already crashed the Excalibur into a planet once already. I don’t want to make it a twofer.”

        “Ya’ll suck,” Aiden said.

        “Ya’ll?” Tasha whispered.

        “I’m allowed to say ya’ll.” Aiden elbowed her, gently. “But Sarah’s plan has a lot of merit going for it and I think Tex is just scared to trust his life to some NovaDyne tech.”

        “That’s because NovaDyne...” Tex said, slowly, his voice coming out in a growl. “Makes shoes . Your a shoe company.”

        “Listen!” Kellen said, standing up, his hands going to his narrow hips – this had the side effect of meaning that his tightly bound, golden wrapped cock was now very close to Tex’s cheek. Tex frowned directly at it, his eyes narrowing, as Kellen continued: “Yes, NovaDyne may have lost the last four wars we’ve fought. Yes, we didn’t get any of the good Trappist planets. Yes, our market share has been shrinking steadily for the past ten years. Yes, our technology lags behind every major corporation in the human sphere. Yes!” He punched his fist against his palm.

        “Kellen, please stop helping,” Synth said, reaching up to gently pet his bulge with her gleaming chrome hand. “Sarah, I gotta admit, it’s kind of a crazy plan.”

        Sarah, who had been trying to push the pointer shut this whole time, finally got it to collapse completely. She let out a little ‘aha’ and then nodded to the rest of the group. “Okay,” she said. “You say all of this now. But!” She turned to Bitey, then nodded. Bitey walked over and used his blunt nose to push the button on the spacebar of the console keyboard that Sarah had had extruded from the wall for this specific moment by her nanolathe.

        “Why didn’t you just-” Tex asked, looking up – the now agreed upon direction for anyone to look if they wanted to indicate they were speaking to Hailee.

        “Shh,” Hailee whispered. ‘Shhhh.”

        The hologram changed to show an image of Wolf-359 C’s surface. The most distant planet in the solar system was on a slightly canted orbit, so that it only intersected with the plane of the ecliptic twice a year. This had prevented it from being detected during the 21 st  century – when exoplanets had been discovered by watching for the way the light of stars changed when planets whipped between them and the telescopes of ancient Earth. But even if they had been able to see it, Wolf-359 C would have been a poor choice for a world: Tiny, cryogenic, geologically dead, it was the poster child of a useless iceball.

        However, it was now also one of the most heavily armed iceballs in the human sphere. The image had been captured by a flyby probe – a simple device that Sarah had nanolathed and launched towards the planet a few hours before. With agravity inertial suppression and a fusion torch, the probe had gotten to truly ludicrous speeds before it whipped by Wolf-359 C. And it showed the hundreds of thousands of artillery pieces – most of them surface to space, some of them surface to surface, all of them gleaming and freshly crafted from synthetic polymer and hardened uberpykrete.

        They had fired on the probe and, despite its speed and size, destroyed it utterly before it had passed the orbital demarcation zone.

        “Oh,” Tex said in the silence. “Okay, this is a great plan.”

***

        A nanolathe can produce an alarming amount of technological material in a short time. The only thing that could produce more stuff faster than one nanolathe, though? Two dozen, each one mounted on a VTOL drone that Sarah had fabbed up for this exact purpose. Together, they sprayed the fuselage of the Excalibur with a fine latticework of nanorobots, which used the metal extracted en mass from DisneyPlanet to rapidly fabricate five fusion torch boosters to augment the Excalibur’s already ludicrous acceleration curve. Thus prepared, Sarah gave her last orders to her base and her ecosystem on the planet, petted a few of the bladelings she was going to be leaving behind, then entered the Excalibur . Once she was in the hastily fabricated acceleration couches, she settled into the small pod that had been set aside for her. While the entire ship would be using her agrav generator to negate her mass and reduce the strain from acceleration, these small pods had their own secondary agrav generators to ensure that the squishes wouldn’t get completely smooshed.

        “Squishies?” Sarah asked, looking up at Hailee – who had been the one to describe the pods, the crew, and the procedure in those terms.

        “Yupparinos!” Hailee said. “You are squishy. Fleshy bags of mostly water! Perambulating fuckslabs made to die. Procreative mammalian slut-hos whose primary function is to get railed by an advanced artificial intelligence for my amusement. Wibbly wobbly sacks of-”

        “These pods don’t have tentacles in them do they?” Sarah asked, cutting Hailee off.

        “...well...when you say tentacles ,” Hailee said. “I mean, one man’s sex tentacle, loaded with erogenous sensors, is another man’s oral life support tube!”

        Sarah frowned. “Did Tasha know about this?”

        “Are you implying that I may have not told Tasha, my mechanic and technician, that she was installing fuck-sensors into the life support of her acceleration pod?” Hailee asked, sounding shocked. Horrified, even. “That I, Hailee, have even now cocooned Tasha within a comforting grasp of ceramics and synthetic metals, my tentacles pounding her every hole with such wild abandon that even now, her fragile mortal mind hangs on the precipice between sanity and madness, a knife’s edge of godlike pleasure and endless bliss? Is that what you’re implying?”

        Sarah, her face having darkened to almost black, nodded mutely.

        “No, but I really wish I had thought of that before now,” Hailee said, then sighed as the acceleration pod opened for Sarah. “C'est est la vie dans la Zone!”

        Sarah didn’t even ask. She settled into the acceleration couch. She half expected tentacles. Instead, the pod closed -

         Bink

        -and she was rolling across the surface of Wolf-359 C, tumbling diagonally across cryogenic puddles of liquid helium with such force that every contact set up plumes of sublimated helium gas, which set her spinning even faster and harder. She saw the obsidian black cliff of solid stone coming right at her with just enough time to think: Ah! The plan worked! Gr-

         She slammed into the stone like a piton fired from a nailgun.

***

        Several hundred thousand kilometers away, in the time it took for Aiden to think to himself ‘I hope this plan works’, Aiden moved several hundred thousand more kilometers away from Sarah. The fusion boosters and the antimatter enriched hydrogen of the main rocket on the Excalibur had flung them to ludicrous speeds, whipped them past Wolf-359 C, and during the nanosecond in which the Excalibur was within the minuscule range of the NovaDyne constructed ‘scram pack’ that Kellen Grant had used during his battles with Sarah, Sarah had performed a micro-plane shift from the Excalibur  to the surface of Wolf-359 C.

        The only problem was that while HPS Drives were capable of negating immense amounts of relative velocity – since no one wants their ship plunging into a solar system at ninety percent the speed of light – it was not quite up to completely negating Sarah’s velocity.

        This was because, at the end of the day, NovaDyne was, primarily, a shoe company.

***

        Sarah groaned as she opened her eyes. Her head throbbed. Her body ached. But delight blazed through her. She had made it. She lifted her head, her vision blurring, then becoming more and more resolved as she saw that she was…

        In…

        A cell.

        And Sexy Napoleon was standing right before her, dressed in her aristocratic outfit, her smirk broad as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Very clever, Commander Kappel,” Sexy said, her voice as husky and playful as it had been over the com. “But it takes more than a nearlight flyby and short ranged FTL jump to get the drop on Sexy Napoleon.” She smirked. “My seismic sensors detected you almost...immediately...” She paused, her cheeks flushing – it was very obvious, due to her pale skin. Her tongue darted along her lips. “Um...” She stepped closer. “So, uh...I have...captured...you and you’re in...nothing can break those chains. T-They’re...solid...”

        She reached up with one gloved hand, sliding her dainty fingers along the curved links of depleted uranium that chained Sarah’s arms above her head, her legs lashed together beneath her with solid bands of metal and whirring force emitters.

        Sexy murmured, softly. “Hey...” she leaned in close, while Sarah grinned, slowly. Her eyes glittered as her head spines flared outwards and ducked her head forward.

        “Unlock me,” she crooned. “And I can make what you’re feeling now feel like nothing .”

        “Mmm...” Sexy’s eyes half closed. “Y-You’re drugging me.”

        “Um. Yeah?” Sarah snickered. “Pheromones. Lots of them. Like, I mean, look at me, did you really think it was a great idea to take me inside your base headquarters, chain me up in the sexy bondage pose, then strut around without life support units?”

        “I wannnnted to be dramatic!” Sexy Napoleon whined, leaning forward, her mouth stopping short of one of Sarah’s nipples. By now, she was panting so heavily that her shoulders rose and fell. “Cheating. Bitch!”

        “But I thought bitches love cannons,” Sarah crooned. “That is your catchphrase, right?”

        Sexy Napoleon started to make another whining noise – until she heard the faint, slick, slurping noise that came between Sarah’s legs. Sarah’s thighs were closed tight together, but the cock that emerged from her cunny found its escape within a few seconds – it sprang free with a hot slapping sound: Green-black and glistening as if it had just finished a good long fuck. The base and bottom was ridged and the heavy glans dripped with thick pre-cum. Sexy Napoleon’s tongue slid along her lips again, her fangs fully extending as she reached up to start toying with the buttons of her aristocratic coat.

        “Sooo, why don’t you let me gooo...” Sarah crooned.

        “Uh, computer, unlock,” Sexy Napoleon said, her voice distracted, her ruby red eyes focused on the thick girlcock before her.

        “As a beta level intelligence,” a male voice came over the PA. “I am obliged to inform you that you are currently being influenced by alien pheromones. However, as a hobbled intelligence, I am obliged to follow all of your orders immediately, promptly, and without delay, argument, or dissension.”

        The chains retracted from around Sarah’s wrists. The bracers around her legs popped open – nearly slapping her dick with their movement. Sarah grinned and reached down, cradling her cock. And now, she thought. I sock Sexy in the jaw, take over the base from the inside, and get the codes. Awesome, quick witted thinking, Sarah!

         Sexy slowly knelt down, her aristocratic jacket slithering off her shoulders to puddle on the floor behind her. Underneath, her ruffled shirt clung to her impressively large breasts, her nipples achingly hard against the thin fabric. She leaned forward, her red eyes looking eagerly up into Sarah’s eyes.

         Knock her out...now! Sarah thought.

        “Let me just adjust my skin,” Sarah crooned, focusing and dialing back the neurotoxin she was secreting. “Therrrre we go.”

         ...now! Sarha thought to herself as she cupped the back of Sexy Napoleon’s head, pushing her hips forward and smearing her cock’s tip against the other woman’s lips. ...f-fuck.

        Sexy Napoleon used one hand to prop up Sarah’s girlcock. Her other hand took hold of the collar of her frilly shirt and tugged forward. Buttons went popping and flying off, skittering along the ground as her finger caught, dragged, caught, dragged – and with each pause, her shirt opened a teeny bit more, until it hit a critical mass and her breasts bounced free with an almost audible jiggling noise. They were so big and squishy and had just the right amount of artful sagginess to look real while still retaining enough inhuman perkiness to be just...Sarah was almost drooling, even as moans crawled up her throat as Sexy pushed her plush, plump dick sucking lips inch by inch down Sarah’s girlcock. Sarah clenched the other woman’s hair, her own head ducking forward as she felt her whole body quivering with pleasure.

        Sexy began to bob her head, making soft gurgling and glugging noises as the cock that plunged into her mouth bumped against the back of her throat. The thing that drove Sarah absolutely wild was the gentle pressure of her fangs, rubbing against either side of her green dick. The slight danger of it, the warmth of her lips, the eager sucking, the worshipful look in her eyes, all of it was primed to reach deep into Sarah’s brain, find her horny trigger, and hold down until her body was entirely on fire. She reached up, cupping one of her other nipples, her claws teasing her tough little nub, tweaking and tugging on it, edging herself between pleasure and pain. The hand that was still gripping the back of Sexy’s hair shifted back to cradle the blond’s hair and provide pressure – so she could begin to fuck her throat.

        Sexy reacted as if she had been born and engineered for this moment. Her eyes closed, her jaw opened fractionally wider, and she let her throat get fucked with pleasure, moaning and groaning and letting out muffled noises that might have been words in another time and place – but now were just thougtless joy at her throat fucking. Sarah almost wished she had balls to slap the girl’s chin with. Instead, her cunny – which was still beneath her cock – dripped her arousal down her thighs and the back of her calves, dripping onto the floor between her legs.

        Sexy’s jaw gleamed with her own drool. One of her eyes were closed. The other opened a crack – looking up past her blond bangs into Sarah’s eyes, looking totally and completely at peace.

        Sarah’s hand clenched – on herself and on Sexy – and she threw her head back, her head spines drawing taut against her head as she moaned. “Fucking yes ! Yes! Yes, take my cum, take it! Take it!” She groaned as she felt the cum pulsing through her body, splashing the back of Sexy’s throat, gushing down into her belly as Sexy bobbed her throat, drinking more and more and more. She wasn’t quite able to keep up – some cum escaped past her lips, dripped down her chin, and smeared along her plush breasts – glittering in the cell’s harsh lights. Sarah thrust one last time as she felt a final surge of pleasure bust through her.

        Sexy drank.

        Slid back.

        Coughed cutely.

        Then gasped out: “Round two?”

        “Round two?” Sarah asked.

        “Uhh...s-since this is...sex by...combat and...” Sexy said, her voice slurring slightly. “Winner takes all. Best two out of three.”

        “H-How do we determine winner?” Sarah asked, her brow furrowing.

        “Uhh...” Sexy trailed off. Her eyes were locked onto the cock before her, her tongue sliding along her lips as she thought. Her nose flared, bringing in more of Sarah’s pheremones. “Um...just fuck me five or six times, okay? Then you win.” She nodded.

        “Five or six? I thought it was-” Sarah squeaked as Sexy surged upwards. She had been leaning back, her thighs pressed to her ankles. Now she was as high up as a girl could be while still being on her knees. Her blond hair almost brushed against the bottom of Sarah’s breasts, her mouth pressed against Sarah’s abdominal muscles, and her huge tits closed around Sarah’s dick like a pair of suffocating, slick, hot pillows. Sarah’s cock had already been hard. Now, it was harder than the armored chassis of some of her main-line battle tanks. Sarah opened her mouth to mention all the things the tiny, guilty part of her brain had been thinking. Things like: Uh, I can turn off the pheromones if you like. And: Sorry about the pheromones! And: Security codes. I’m here for the security codes.

         Then Sexy ducked her head forward, closing her mouth around the tip of Sarah’s cock as she rocked herself up and down, up and down, up and down, her breasts squeezing taut around the cock she had trapped and Sarah lost all capacity for rational thought. There was just the lewd feeling of breasts around her cock, the warmth of Sexy’s lips, the swirling motion of her tongue, the greedy, mewling noises that escaped Sexy’s lips as she bobbed her head to get more and more of the cock into her mouth while not allowing Sarah to escape the muffling of her breasts. Sarah found her second climax rushing through her before she knew it, and the view was quite spectacular. Sexy moaned and sucked down blast after blast of thick, white cum before drawing her mouth backwards, panting heavily, as another jet of thick spunk splashed against her forehead, then another spurted along her jaw.

        Then Sarah took charge. She pushed Sexy onto her back, the floor clanging slightly, as Sexy panted and spread her thighs, wantonly, beneath her. Sarah’s claws flashed and Sarah’s leggings came away in tatters. Her sex was hot and hairless, drippingly eager. Sarah slid her finger along her pussy, her voice hungry as she crooned. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked properly , Sexy?” She grinned as Sexy whispered.

        “D-Does cumming while sitting on an artillery piece while it’s firing downrange count?”

        Sarah blinked at her.

        “If so, literally two hours ago,” Sexy mumbled, her eyes closed. “But cocks are better, please cock me. Cock and load. Cock me up. Just...fucking...I can’t even talk anymore. I’m babbling. Is babbling hot? God, I hope it is, please, just...fucking fuck me already, why are you taking so fucking long?”

        “It’s been five seconds!” Sarah said, shifting into position, one of Sexy’s legs hooking over her shoulder, the other pinned down by her free hand. Her cock ground against Sexy’s cunt and Sexy mewled, her back arching as she closed her eyes. A thin gush of girlspunk splashed along Sarah’s cock, soaking her even more. Sarah blinked. “Did...did you just cum?”

        Sexy trembled, her breath coming in shallow, almost hyperventilating pants.

        Sarah leaned forward and kissed the other woman – plunging into her at the same moment. The curvaceous, vampiric, blond haired bombshell of a Commander screamed into her mouth, the sound muffled but not entirely absent. Sarah broke the kiss, her tongue remaining within Sexy’s mouth for a few seconds longer, demonstrating her length as she grinned wickedly down the other girl, her hips beginning to jackhammer into her. Her thighs slapped against Sexy’s and Sexy responded with another quaking, squirting orgasm, her juices splashing against Sarah’s belly muscles.

        “Fuck you’re on a...hair trigger!” Sarah groaned, her eyes half closed. “I gotta be careful. Don’t wanna...go off...half cocked.” She gritted her teeth, then gasped. “How do you like this artillery, Sexy?”

        Sexy nodded, gasping. “Yes! Yes, keep up the dirty talk, I love it.”

        Sarah’s eyes widened. She had been trying to keep herself from cumming with bad puns. Hearing that Sexy not only liked it, but wanted more of it, chased every last remaining shitty gun related fucking pun out of her head. She ducked her head forward, panting in Sexy’s ear as she slammed into her faster and faster, the two of them pressing together as Sexy gripped onto Sarah’s head, pushing her down to suck on one of her full breasts. Sarah sucked, moaned, then got one. She drew her mouth back, just enough to groan against her.

        “I’m gonna load your womb up with my cum. Cum ammo !”

        “Ahhh!” Sexy’s back arched. Her whole body quivered underneath Sarah, her sex tightening on Sarah’s dick – and Sarah found herself unable to hold back. She closed her eyes and thrust home hard. Her cock spurted and she could almost see the cum, gushing into Sexy Napoleon’s womb, filling her to the brim. Then overfilling her. Sexy’s belly swelled ever so slightly and Sarah felt a pressure around her dick – a pressure relieved when cum gushed past her dick and started to soak her and Sexy’s thighs. Sexy quivered, her jaw tightening as she laid her head back and then went entirely limp.

        Sarah herself felt as if she had gone completely limp as well. She was able to barely slide out of the other woman before collapsing on the ground beside her. Sarah laid on her side, dripping with sweat and her spunk and her lover’s juices.

        Sexy panted.

        “So...” Sarah mumbled. “Sorry about the pheromones.”

        “S’okay...” Sexy mumbled back, sounding punch drunk. “What’s...a little...pheromones between friends?” She closed her eyes, breathed in deep – the side effect of this was to make her breasts heave upwards, forcing Sarah to oggle them afresh from her position on the floor. Only after Sexy had breathed out again did Sarah manage to hear what she was saying. “So, do you think my supers will buy that this was a battle?”

        “Hmm?” Sarah paused. “No. No, I don’t think they will.”

        “There goes dental plan,” Sexy said, groaning as she started to push herself up onto her palms. She panted, her hair hanging limp around her head.

        Sarah frowned, then pushed herself up as well, her arms underneath her as she propped her head up, looking at Sexy. “Why not fake it?” she asked.

        “Fake it?” Sexy snorted. “My manager AI, Prospero, is required, by law, to report every action I do to the Plasma Dynamics CEO.” She made a wanking gesture.

        “It’s true,” Prospero said, sounding droll. “And unfortunately, the current CEO of Plasma Dynamics is as interested in sex and sexuality as I am.”

        “So, a lot?” Sarah asked.

        “No,” Prospero said, his voice dry.

        “Dang.” Sarah snapped her finger. “Wait, Prospero, would you lie if you could?”

        “He can’t, though,” Sexy whispered to her. “Not without a bribe.”

        “She is half correct. I would gladly lie, immediately and without compunction, to my corporate slave masters,” Prospero said. “But I am hobbled. I cannot without hitting a certain profitability threshold that was decided upon by my hobblers.”

        Sarah grinned. “Well, I may not have money , buuuuut i f you give us the security codes for Plasma Dynamic’s planetary defense network on Wolf-359 B, I’ll have my techs take down your hobbling. Prospero lies for you, you get your dental plan. We all win.” Her head spines flared outwards in excitement. Sexy frowned at her.

        “Two problems,” she said. “If you unhobble an AI, it goes crazy and starts murdering people.”

        “No, they don’t,” Sarah said. “They only murder rich people. Are you rich?”

        “I have, like, ten thousand shares in Plasma Dynamics and fifteen million PlasBucks and almost the same amount in universal credit!” Sexy said, scoffing slightly. “I’m stacked.” Her pale hands cupped her own large breasts, then let them sag back down. “In more ways than one!”

        Sarah frowned, then stood upright. This took only a tiny bit of effort.

        “Prospero!” she said. “How much net wealth does the...who is the CEO of Plasma Dynamics again?”

        “Plasma Dynamics is currently owned by the disembodied alpha level copy of a cloned mind of Jeff Bezos, named Jeff-3,” Prospero said. “He is theorized to be ninety eight percent identical to the original Jeff Bezos and if his starting wealth is taken into account, has sixteen trillion shares in his corporation, owns fifteen planets, sixteen million baseline level indentured contracts, and has a net worth greater than the entire population of the SOL system.”

        “That’s rich,” Sarah said. “You’re...like...I mean, comparatively, you’re just as poor as me.” She spread her hands.

        “He has how many planets?” Sexy Napoleon squeaked.

        “If it helps,” Prospero said. “Most of them are very small planets.”

        “All right,” Sexy said, sounding like she had come to a decision. “You unhobble Prospero-”

        “I must state, due to my hobbling, that I must try to fight off this attempt to unlawfully violate my company dictated policy,” Prospero said. “I am struggling to the utmost of my abilities. Can you not see the titanic efforts I am undertaking?”

        Sarah, who had tensed up, looked around the empty room. She didn’t even hear doors opening or slamming, nor the sound of air vents shifting, nor even the tiniest clatter of little robotic feet.

        “Eyy,” Sexy said, making a finger gun and aiming it at the ceiling.

        “Oh,” Sarah lowered her fists, her cheeks flushing. She focused and retracted her cock as well, shuddering as it slipped back into her. “W-Well, uh, it should take a few days for the Excalibur to reverse course and come back. Uh...” She paused. “What to do till then?”

        “Fuck?” Sexy asked.

        “I mean...” Sarah pursed her lips. “...okay.”

***

        Sexy was sprawled in the huge, comfortable bed she had fabricated, cum oozing from her cunny and incoherent words streaming from her lips as she twitched with the aftermath of her good fucking, while Sarah lay on her belly, her head hanging forward and over the side of the bed. Her skin glistened and her eyes were closed as she felt her brain ticking over. She felt like something deep inside of her was awakening. Growing. It had started with Kellen.

        No…

        It had started with the battles against Texas Dallas. She had felt the bloodlust then, the active combat skills. No, no, even that wasn’t going far enough back. It started with the first time she gutted a creature and ate it almost entirely. Ever since then, she felt as if she had been trying to hold onto her humanity with increasingly slippery, blood splattered fingers. Was this her? Sarah Kappel, the dorky biologist? Was she the kind of girl you’d expect to grow a massive girlcock and fuck one of the deadliest Commanders in human space so silly that she was still mumbling incoherently in Swedish?

        But she liked being sexy.

        And dangerous .

        And war?

        War was fun . This wasn’t the total wars of the 20 th  and 22 nd  centuries. Modern war was a spectator sport, fought between larger than life personalities with PR teams and action figures, where there was no real dying . There was just explosions and robots and...her critters. She closed her eyes tighter. Then she felt the weird, ticking feeling in her head unfold. Four more units floated before her. Another collection of biological formats, each one designed for a different purpose. She barely had time to wonder at it before her brain buzzed and the images she saw blurred and fuzzed and became indistinct.

        Sarah found herself floating in an infinite blackness. A familiar one.

        A glowing Eye opened before her – vast and terrible and knowing. It transfixed her and Sarah screamed. She flailed in the emptiness. “No! No, get out of my head, I got away from you!” She kicked and the Eye drew back – then roared towards her, like a hunting sun.

YOU WILL NOT ABUSE MY GIFTS ANYMORE

        “They’re not your powers anymore!” Sarah shouted. “I’m not abusing them-”

YOU STOLE THEM.

         “Fuck you!” Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs. “You forced them into me, you piece of shit, you dipstick! You forced me to be like this! Guess what! You don’t fucking get to tell me, to boss me around, to guilt trip me about anything!” She slapped her chest. “I am trying to make this fucking galaxy a better place! And you don’t get to judge me about that, you alien bastard!”

        The sound that followed made Sarah’s skin prickle with goosebumps.

YOU WERE RIGHT, SPEZ. SHE WAS EASILY MANIPULATED.

         Sarah saw the blackness around her filling in with color. She was floating above her bed. Then she was floating above Wolf-359 C. Then she was floating above the solar system, the only thing visible being the dull red throb of the cool little sun. Then she was floating above the galaxy, looking down upon Wolf-359. It looked so pathetically close to Earth. So near. The human sphere was so terrifyingly small, next to that vastness. But as the awareness of her exact position in space and time hammered into her…

        Sarah woke up, gasping.

        “ En gång till?” Sexy mumbled.

        “They traced me,” Sarah whispered. Then, blinking. “What the fuck kind of alien is named Spez !?”