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I

Only a few days into space, Jon was beginning to feel the strain of solitude.

Tavos lay a few lightyears behind. His ship, the Errant Venture was still a month away from making port at Tarkus where he'd offload not just his cargo but his frustrations. Frontier worlds like Tavos weren't exactly bustling hub of sexual opportunities, and after a rather hefty dry spell, the freighter captain was practically bursting at the seams.

Aileen wasn't exactly helping in that respect.

Resident AI-133-November, better known as Aileen appeared in a swirling cloud of bright red pixels. Piece by piece the sultry curves of her human body were puzzled together until a three-foot-tall woman appeared atop the holo-tank. Machine code and decorative glyphs ran down her naked body as the light of the holo-tank gave the bridge a dim sort of reddish aura that would be more at home in a hooker's boudoir.

It was Jon's first warning sign that he ought to bail. Yet he didn't, just in case Aileen had something important to share.

No such luck.

“We've passed the solar rim," she reported with breathy seduction and a slight wag of her eyebrows. Her hands slid down her mid-riff and over her sleek hips, drawing attention to the curves as she slowly turned on the spot. “You know what that means."

She bit her lip, bending over for Jon. Almost immediately he could feel a painful strain between his legs. He knew exactly what that meant. They were alone, and as such Aileen wasn't presenting herself as the well-spoken librarian type anymore. She'd spend the next month of space transit floating her avatar about the ship, butt-naked and cooing with heated anticipation about how she'd want him to 'interface' with her.

Jon cursed Aileen's programmer for failing to iron out her personality bugs. He wouldn't normally mind so much. But it wasn't as if he could actually fuck Aileen. Instead he had a shapely woman, who could appear as anyone or anything she wanted to, practically drooling over his cock… but at the end of the day she was a hologram. Jon couldn't afford the new hard-light holo-tanks. So the only physical company he would have for the long haul back to Tarkus was his right hand.

Unfortunately, that never proved quite enough, and often only served to double his frustrations in the long run.

Grabbing his tablet and limping out of the bridge with obvious effort, Captain Jon Keller escaped to the one place he could get some peace and quiet. Aileen had no presence in the cargo bay, so with the manifest of cargo he picked up on Tavos in one hand, Jon got stuck into another cargo check to distract himself.

The effect of the boring, mind-numbing and repetitive task was slow acting. But over the course of maybe ten minutes, the immense swelling and lancing ache in the front of his pants began to subside. Although that annoying, impossible to hide bulge never went away. On first glance, many unsuspecting women had assumed he wore tight pants to accentuate his package.

Upon realisation he wore baggy cargo pants and still sported an immense bugle at the front of his trousers, many more were instantly intrigued. Jon never had many problems attracting the fairer sex. A reasonably good looking man, a lifetime of working the docks and then in freight meant he was fairly ripped. But then a few years ago he decided he wanted to be something truly unique for the ladies passing through his life to enjoy. He gave in to a little bit of peer pressure and answered the advertising calls for one of the various body-mod companies offering transformative drugs.

His intention had just been to add a few inches of length to his privates, maybe boost a little bit of stamina and virility too. What he ended up with was… well… a nightmare, to be totally honest.

Now and days, any time a woman excitedly tore open his pants to take a look at what he had packing, their eyes would widen and they'd go screaming for the hills as a ten inch trouser snake was unfurled, dangling over a pair of testicles the size of tennis balls.

After a few mutations resulting from his chosen body-mods, Jon ended up with a cock that would grow to just over a foot in length when hard, rapid fill balls that could spew pints of cum at a time, and a virility that was more of a curse than a blessing. The slightest thing would tip him into the cloudy realms of lust. A slightly shorter than average skirt, a fine ass packed into yoga pants, a little bit too much cleavage and Jon's cock would man the battle stations. Even now, just reminiscing his first couple of oopsies where he had glimpsed a nice bit of side-boob or a shapely derriere and resulted in ripping the front out of his pants, and already his semen-factory balls were going into defcon-one.

He could feel them swell, filling in preparation to irrigate a non-existent woman's body.

A few minutes of monotonously checking cargo reference codes and double-ticking them on his tablet was enough to power down his hyper-drive libido. Letting out a sigh of relief, he did his best to keep his mind out of his dick and just get on with his job. But he couldn't help but wonder how boring this trip was going to be if he passed every day for the next month this way.

Just as he thought this though it seemed lady fate had other plans. There was a rattle of metal, something getting knocked over followed by a yelp. An intelligent yelp, and while Jon was glad he wasn't hearing alien skittering, he was still disconcerted. He was supposed to be alone on his ship, with the exception of Aileen of course.

Grabbing the nearest wrench, Jon immediately honed in on the sound. The cargo bay was cavernous and threw sounds all over the place during the busy times laying in port. But the disturbance came from nearby, which was why Jon was so startled. And that also made it easy to hone in on.

Squeezing through a narrow alley of tall containers, Jon found a little hidden cavern between the towering boxes and found the doors of one cargo box were wedged open. There was the glow of a work light inside and Jon snuck in with the wrench held high.

What he found was more startling. Inside the container he found a fort the likes of which he'd made aboard his dad's ship during the long hauls between planets when he was a kid. A work light dangled from a wire above, and much of the cargo contents had been repurposed into makeshift furniture. There was a suitcase nearby, open and stuffed with personal belongings of what looked to be some sort of model. Ladies underwear, swimsuits and other skimpy bits of attire dominated the luggage.

And laying on he makeshift cot of low crates and bundled blankets lay the wet dream owner of said attire.

The figure laying there was absolutely gorgeous. And whereas any other man would be drooling at the sight of her, Jon couldn't help but be disappointed. His cock throbbed and in the back of his mind he wondered if whacking rats in the cargo hold could have distracted him all the way to Tarkus.

He assumed she was about his height the way she lay on her side, long legs dangling over the side of her cot. She was propped up on one elbow, wide innocent eyes fixed on the wrench-wielding human in front of her. Seeing those eyes looking at him like that nearly had Jon jizz in his pants, they were so bright, so vibrant and while innocent, had the glint of something lewd.

He quickly hid the wrench behind his back, then looked the young woman over once more. She wasn't human, or maybe she had been at one point before her extensive transformative modifications. She appeared to be an anthropomorphic pegasus mare, her feathered wings folded neatly along her sleek back. She was built like a swimsuit model, narrow, trim waist flowing out to a decent sized bust and nice wide hips. What Jon could see of her ass, the way her light blue bodysuit was moulded to the sleek curvature of her body, impressed him to no end. He's always been a connoisseur of fine tushies, and this was a rear end to end all rear ends. So perfectly sculpted, whatever god created this girl no doubt scooped its own eyes out, knowing it would never see another sight so glorious. The firm globes, like the shapely mounds of her breasts were begging to be touched and it took Jon immense sense of self control not to leap forward and hug her close.

His mind wandered to what it might feel like to put his cock across those gorgeous ass-cheeks. A little precum dribbled down past Jon's knee and he clenched a little. It only served to strain a building erection against the front of his pants a little more.

The young woman seemed to notice, her eyes lingering at his crotch before those beautiful green irises flitted back up to his face again.

Covering her body, as far as Jon could see thanks to the sky blue suit keeping her modest and still leaving very little to the imagination, was a light tan coloured layer of fur so sleek it was like a second skin. It was the same colour from the tips of her ears down to the ends of her toes, with only the feathers on her wings going a shade lighter. A few golden rings and studs decorated her wings, with several more in her left ear.

Her mane and tail were long flowing locks of auburn hair. Much of the hair was coiffed over to one side of her face in an elegant wave giving her the sexy allure of an old-fashioned night-club singer. Her voice suited the same aesthetic.

“I'm sorry," she said with a perpetually husky, seductive tone. The tenors of regret and innocence didn't seem to suit her, but she couldn't help descend into ill confidence considering her situation. “Please don't hurt me. I just need a lift."

Jon blinked. “I… uh… whu-… um…" That was about all he could get out, looking the young woman over as she sat up straight and bent her elegant legs, hugging her knees to her chest.

“I'm Wild Spice," she introduced in a small voice, looking at him pleadingly. She was probably still aware of the fact Jon was holding the wrench.

“Jon," the human said very slowly. “How… where did you come from?" He leaned back to check the hold doors to make sure they were still closed, as if this girl had only just now magically embarked from the cold wastes of space.

“I was on Tavos," Wild Spice said. She was relaxing a little, realising Jon wasn't coming closer, nor berating her for stowing away. Her ears pricked up a little, and the concern in her gaze quickly gave way to curiosity. “I needed to get off that world as quickly as possible."

“Well, Wild Spice, you done fucked me in the process," Jon blurted out. “Stowing away is no joke. If I'm caught entering a system with unregistered passengers I'll be done for people trafficking. I have to turn the ship around and take you back."

Wild Spice's eyes widened and she jumped forward. “No! Please! Don't do that! I can't go back. Please, I'll do anything."

As she went forward, Jon stepped back, his grip on the wrench tightening just a little. Noticing, Wild Spice stopped, then kept her distance. She pressed her hands together in the universal gesture for begging. Her voice even took on a more pleading tone.

“I've been travelling the stars on a soul-searching journey for several years now," Wild Spice explained. “But while I was partying at a nightclub on Tavos, I was jumped by slavers. They were going to sell me into sexual slavery, so I escaped. I saw your ship taking on cargo and stowed away. Please don't take me back. I don't' want to be a pompous governor's private fuck-toy."

Jon's cock may have twitched to life a little more when Wild Spice said 'fuck-toy' and his mind wandered into fantasising about tying the girl up and using her every hole… but then the civilised part of his brain quickly overrode the primal and he sympathised with her predicament. There were plenty of reasons to believe her story, first and foremost being sexual slavery was popular among the Tavos elite. Jon knew in the dark, repressed recesses of his own mind that if he was a corrupt planetary governor and saw a specimen like Wild Spice gyrating on a dance floor, he'd deploy slavers to jump her too.

“Please, Jon," she continued pleading. “You can drop me off at the nearest space port. Anywhere but Tavos. I won't be any trouble. I promise."

Jon paused a heartbeat, taking in her story. Something about it resonated with him. He'd seen his fair share of slavers, shot at and had been shot at by his fair share too. They weren't the merciful kind, and the shady figures they took commissions from were no better. He didn't see any lies in those eyes, and Jon was a damn good judge of character. He couldn't run her back to Tavos now knowing what she was running from.

Swallowing, he nodded slowly. “Okay… alright, you can stay. I'll… I'll figure out some credentials, pass you off as a member of the crew." He snapped his gaze at her and pointed warningly. “But you gotta act like crew if you wanna stay. That means making yourself useful, understood?"

Wild Spice's eyes brightened, and keeping her hands folded over her cleavage she bounced excitedly on the spot. The sight was rather cute… and painfully arousing considering the jiggle of her breasts.

“Oh, thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

She lunged forward to embrace him, but he stopped her advance by holding up the data slate between them. She froze mid-leap and gingerly took it with a sheepish look.

“You can start by finishing the cargo check," Jon ordered, masking his lust for her with a terse tone. To be honest, he kind of wanted her to hug him. But then he might go totally hard and spear her in the gut with his dick.

She took the tablet though, and with a big grin snapped into a comical salute. “Ay-aye, mon-capitein!"

Jon rolled his eyes and left her to it. “I'll prep you a room too."

The journey to Tarkus had been predicted to be agonising. And now, with a ravishing new crewmember aboard, Jon suddenly realised things were about to get a thousand times worse…

Or… maybe it wouldn't be all that bad.

Wild Spice's arrival on board the Errant Venture had one unexpected positive effect. Aileen's personality glitch reverted her back to her 'civilised' self again, realising she was no longer alone on board with Jon. Like a switch was thrown, the austere AI returned, her avatar wrapping its massive tits in a blouse and jacket, her wide hips in taught short skirt with her slender stockinged legs ending in a pair of dressy high heels. A pair of horn-brimmed glasses over her eyes completed Aileen's smarter, although still marginally slutty avatar, considering the cleavage and short skirt. Still, her terse personality was a welcome replacement to the 'fuck me silly every minute of every day' temperament she took on when they were alone. Additionally, she focused on the navigation tasks as she was supposed to.

It was starting to get late. He'd brought Wild Spice something to eat while she worked, then carried her suitcase to her quarters so she could get settled in later. The Errant Venture was originally commissioned as a pleasure yacht and came complete with facilities to house up to fifty guests. Much of the quarters space had been repurposed to extend the cargo hold, but for the most part much of the space maintained a comfy pleasure-cruise sort of atmosphere.

Facilities such as the swimming pool and the hot tub Jon currently made use of were still fitted and functional. It seemed overkill, just for himself, which was why the pool was drained to conserve water, and the facilities he wasn't using were powered down. But he liked the little comforts. If you got 'em, might as well use 'em.

After finishing his own supper, Jon took a tablet down to the hot tub and worked on Wild Spice's credentials. Passing her off as crew turned out to be easy. He logged her in the system and made notes so the inspectors would see he didn't have time to log her upon embarkation. The authorities saw the like all the time with small freight operations like Jon's.

With all the cargo being loaded, vectors being calculated and pre-deep-space safety lists being triple checked, logging new crew sometimes happened a week after leaving port. So Jon worked it into his overdue captain's log so it didn't look suspicious, and finally closed down the tablet when Wild Spice was fully in the system.

The concern of being pulled over by the authorities for inspection left him among the wisps of steam rising about his naked body. He was up to his chest in the hot water and lounged against the side of the tub. He rested his head back and sighed contentedly.

The distinct tap-tap-tap of high heels dragged him out of his doze as quickly as he had drifted into it. It took him a moment to remember he had female company aboard the ship now, so the sound of high heels clicking closer shouldn't have surprised him.

Then Jon remembered he was in the tub… and naked.

Whipping his gaze about he spotted Wild Spice strut across the pool area towards him. She wore a skimpy robe that was deep black to contrast with her light fur colour. The sash was tied firmly about her narrow waist, with the plunging V at the front revealing plenty of the lighter fur between her breasts. The end of the robe barely covered her hips, and strapped about her ankles were a pair of sandals with a little more heel than was normally considered modest.

Blinking, Jon tried to sink into the bubbling water just a little more, hoping the fact he wasn't wearing shorts was unknowable thanks to he ripples in the surface.

“Evening," he greeted, keeping calm. “What brings you down here?"

“I finished the cargo check," she said, sidling up to the edge of the tub with a proud smile

“Already?"

She nodded with a proud grin. “I'm a fast worker… at most tasks," she added seductively, eyes drifting down his bare chest.

Jon quickly cleared his throat and pointed at his face. “Eyes up here, toots."

Her grin widened to a smile as her eyes drifted up again. At the same time a hand fumbled at the knot in her sash. “Works for me. It's all quite nice to look at."

He would have broken off the conversation there, but Wild Spice moved faster than Jon could send the signals from his brain to his vocal chords. As his mouth opened, the Pegasus rolled her shoulders back and swiftly shrugged off the gown. Underneath was the bare body her tight fitted suit had hinted at before. And despite the way it had moulded to her curves, for Wild Spice to be wearing any shred of clothing seemed to be a crime against humanity.

Underneath she wore nothing but a lime green bikini, a couple of scant triangles of fabric barely covering her nipples held together by what looked like tooth-floss. The thong was the same, a small strip of green fabric pulled over the juicy nubile lips of a cleft between her thighs, the strings holding it up riding between the cheeks of her perfect ass.

Jon's cock sprang to life and he had to quickly roll his hips forward so the tip wouldn't emerge from the water like a kaiju looking for cities to smash. His balls went into overdrive as the caveman in him started yelling “FUCK TIME! TIME TO FUCK-FUCK-FFFFFFFFFUCK!"

Jon smacked the hip-thrusting Neanderthal over the head with a club and stuffed the fucker in a mental closet as quickly as he could. Still, the strain on his balls as they back-filled with thick fluid was almost painful, and a fluttering of excitement made his head spin.

He managed a gulp, despite his parched mouth.

Wild Spice whirled around, and her ass practically at face level with him, she elegantly bent down to undo the straps of her sandals. The way she kept her legs perfectly straight a she worked indicated she was proficient in some kind of yoga. There was hardly any strain or effort in the way she flexed, and in such a simple move she not only accentuated the gorgeous slender length of her legs, but also the full magnificence of her ass. All within inches of Jon's grasp.

He dug his nails into the edges of the tub, desperately controlling himself from doing or saying anything stupid.

Stepping out of her high heels, Wild Spice elegantly perched herself on the edge of the tub then swivelled, swinging her long legs into the water before standing before him.

“What, uh… are you doing?" Jon asked, as if it wasn't really blatantly obvious.

Wild Spice giggled into her hand, which then slid down her neck following the slender curvature of her firm breasts. “Making myself useful, silly."

Her hands slid over the bare parts of her body as she gave a sensual little twirl of her curvy hips. She followed the sleek lines of her toned figure before her arms twisted behind her back. As she pulled out to one side she was revealed to have grasped the knot that held her bikini up. And as the knot came loose entirely her right wing flared out with a feathery 'floomph!' and she covered her breasts with the feathery appendage.

The bikini top came away a second later and she let it slip form her fingers with a suggestive wag of her eyebrows. Jon was very much frozen on the spot, as one could well imagine.

Her hips swaying again in a slow sensual dance to an unheard beat, Wild Spice cupped her breasts behind the fanned wing, bit her lip, then let her hands glide down over her mid riff to the bow on her hip holding up what little remained of the bikini.

Jon gulped as she tugged at the knot, bit by bit until one of the loops shrank to absolutely nothing. Then with another fan of her wings, the left this time, she covered the lower half of her body. The next thing he knew, Wild Spice was holding the bikini bottom out to her side. In an instance all she wore were the fanned feathers of her wings and a saucy smirk.

She let the bikini bottom dangle from her fingers for a moment before giving her hand a playful flick. The garment smacked into Jon's face and lay across his eye like a dashing eye-patch for a moment. He didn't even make any motions to remove it, eyes riveted to the show as the lime green bikini bottom slid down his face and draped over his shoulder.

The display was by no means modest. Her feathers fanned in such a way to just cover her nipples. Much of the underside of her breasts, and the soft valley of cleavage was on full reveal. All of her mid-riff too as she displayed impressive dexterity, gyrating her hips and flexing this way and that. She swirled on the spot in her silent dance, the wing covering her nethers sliding over her hip then gliding across her ass.

Jon had no doubt this was the routine which had caused her to be targeted by slavers on Tavos. In fact, Wild Spice's little routine was making her his target right now.

Realising his mouth was hanging over, Jon quickly reached up and forced his jaw shut, then subconsciously leaned sideways trying to get a glance past her feathered wings. The way Wild spice had turned offered a slight peek past some of the feathers, offering a few curves along the side of her bare breast, or just a little more of her supple hips and ass.

Somewhat aware of where his eyes kept drifting, Wild Spice leaned over and wagged her hips from side to side, pronouncing the curves of her rump, the loose strands of her tail floating on the water's surface and making side-to-side serpentine patterns as she moved.

Snapping her gaze over her shoulder, she caught him trying to peek, making Jon jolt lightly on the spot. Sitting bolt upright, he tried to look innocent, and Wild Spice chuckled.

Whipping about she set her hands on her hips and flared out her wings, finally presenting her full nakedness to him with a lewd little smile. Every part of her hourglass figure was pure perfection. There wasn't a curve out of place. The dark flesh of her nipples was mesmerising as Jon lost his way, tracing his eyes down to her navel, lower down to the tight cleft of her yoni, then travelled along her long slender legs.

His erection – no, his whole body pulsed with excitement. He yearned to slide into her body, to feel her tight orifice wrap around the sensitive flesh of his cock. Which crevasse didn't matter, he needed her body sheathed on him one way or another.

Wild Spice seemed to sense his need and leaned forward. Her eyes glistened eagerly, and Jon followed her gaze to realise his erection had finally broken the surface of the water.

“Oh my gosh, it's so big," she squealed, though not with the fright Jon fully expected. She was entranced and boldly reached out to clasp her fingers over the head.

Jon groaned and tensed, nearly busting a nut right there and then. He had to clench hard and suppress the urge to ejaculate, but that didn't stop several copious beads of precum squelching between Wild Spice's fingers, dripping across the back of her hand and about her wrist.

As she grasped, even Wild Spice gasped as if Jon had reached out and slid a finger into her pussy. He saw her abdomen tighten as she shuddered and struggled to keep her other hand from flying to her slit.

“Oh, stars!" she keened with unbridled desperation.

“What's wrong?"

Wild Spice's eyes flickered and the look she gave him was similar to how he was looking at her. The primal need to jump on his cock and ride him like the universe would collapse in on itself tomorrow was almost uncontrollable. Even her voice lost its evenness, wavering between moans and uncertain tremors.

“I can feel you! Your so pent up! Stars above… how do you function like this?"

Jon raised a confused eyebrow, and Wild Spice smiled. “You can feel me?"

She nodded. “One of my many skills. I can interface with your senses. Feel what you feel. Pain, pleasure… arousal. You need release, Jon. You need it so bad. And now I do too."

She wasted no time in guiding him to sit up on the edge of the tub. And when he did the full length of his cock bobbed in her view. Her eyes widened hungrily and a naughty smile plastered all over her face.

“It's why I'm travelling the 'verse," she went on to explain, her voice low and crackling with seductive tones. “Not just to explore my body, but to explore others too. Particularly those with similar body mods. I want to experience it all. Every shape, every size, every gender and every species. I've built up quite a little ledger." She bit her lip and leaned a little closer to Jon who was listening intently to her hands making wet noises across his cock, and the soft shuddering moans of pleasure that punctuated every sentence. “I've never had a cock this big," she added with mounting excitement. “I haven't backed down from a challenge yet though."

The heat between Wild Spice's thighs flared and a trickle of arousal ran down her sleek inner thigh. She was bent forward ever so slightly, one hand resting on her knee for balance while the other stroked her newfound discovery. She wasn't moving her slender digits up and down the shaft to bring Jon to orgasm. She used a slow, deliberate pace, just enough to get the juices flowing.

And flow they certainly did. Jon rolled his head back, feeling the seed swirl in his tight balls. It was almost agony as Wild Spice used her free hand to weight them with an approving smile. She explored every inch of his manhood with her slender fingers, revelling in every bump, vein, sleek patch of flesh like she was an adventurer discovering long lost treasure.

After all this time of being pent up, and now with Wild Spice's perfect body nude before him, his body was screaming for release.

Wild Spice bit her lip and shuddered as the feedback almost made her scream with equal frustration. All of his pent-up desire hit her lean body with the force of a freight train. The tingling of arousal buzzed in her fingertips, ran up her arms and warmed her core. She idly rubbed her thighs together, the sensation igniting a kindling of passion in her yoni. Her hands on his cock began stroking faster and the sensual feedback sent electric tremors through her clit so hard she involuntarily bucked her hips.

Watching her work was enough to set Jon off. All the times he'd tried to get himself off, pumping frantically with both hands; Jon had failed every damn time. No matter how he tried, whatever porn he watched, nothing quite beat the attention of a real woman like Wild Spice, bending closer to him and laying her perfect hands on him with impeccable skill.

The sight was worthy of a porno, and as much as Jon wanted to keep his eyes fixed on her, his eyelids fluttered. Her face positioned directly over his erection, her hand slid up and down, digits effortlessly gliding over the mixture of water and precum glazing his length.

Jon clenched as if trying to hold back, wanting the sight and feel of her perfect grip jerking him to climax last forever. Alas, nature took over and he unloaded, his first orgasm for months painting his new crewmember right across her equine face.

Several spurts went across her cheek, another over her nose and across her brow. The next blow hit her in the mouth as she opened wide, cum beading on her lips where she licked it up greedily and swallowed with a breathless gulp. The final spurts gushed into the roof of her mouth with several weaker jets delicately laying strings of pearly jizz across her tongue.

It took several long, breathless gulps to drink it all down, with excess dribbling down her chin. And like the good girl she was, her hips twitching from the shared orgasm Jon's senses fed into hers, Wild Spice swallowed it all, then ran her tongue all over his member, lapping up everything she had missed. As she was licking and cleaning, Jon teetered on the edge of consciousness, one hand tangling into Wild Spice's hair, petting her lightly with approval.

He could have passed out, but the power in his brain only flickered a second as a fresh bout of arousal made his cock throb, ready for another assault. His balls had only unleashed the taste test and were still yearning to give Wild Spice her main course.

Her eyes never moved away from the task at hand, those devilish bright green disks eying his cock like a succubus pining for a midnight snack.

From the moment her tongue lashed over his flesh to the final glowing moments of Jon's eruptions, his cock had been as hard as the Errant Venture's shielded hull. And even after shooting off a massive geyser of cum, his rod throbbed with readiness, and his swollen balls were big enough they still barely fitted in Wild Spice's petite hand.

She gaped with awe, a naughty smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Oh, my stars. That was such a big load! And there's still more?"

A smile slowly spread over Jon's face. He was fully intent to show her exactly how much more he had for her.

Nodding to the locker room, he said, “How about we take a shower and I show you exactly how much more there is?"

Biting her lip, Wild Spice purred and slipped up along his body. Her nipple rubbed across the head of his cock, making it throb excitedly, before the mare planted a little lick on the tip of Jon's nose. “I thought I was the mind reader here?"

Wild Spice quickly slid out of the tub and led the way. Her beautiful hips wagged seductively, giving Jon a clear target to lock on to and follow closely.

II

Getting to the shower – never mind getting in and adjusting the water temperature correctly – proved to be a chore, what with Jon unable to help himself from wrapping the gorgeous mare in his arms. Every part of Wild Spice's body felt amazing on his skin. Her lips on his were electric and her spicy cinnamon scent filling his senses as they kissed deeply the whole way to the locker room made his head spin.

Wild Spice in the meantime didn't let go of his cock, keeping a firm grip as if it were a leash to lead him by. She couldn't bring herself to be separated from the massive stem, constantly caressing and rubbing it lovingly between her hands.

They found their way to the showers and turned on the water somehow, and before Jon knew it, warm water blasted his back, shielding Wild Spice as she sank to her knees and boldly rubbed the bridge of her muzzle up along the underside of his cock. She planted several licks and sloppy kisses along the shaft before swirling her tongue over the crown. Jon almost thrust into her throat, held back only by the sobering compassion for the poor girl's ability to breathe. He didn't want to hurt her, let alone choke her and was perfectly content for her hands to just milk him dry. He doubted any part of him could fit in any part of her.

Wild Spice in the meantime was panting breathlessly as she worshipped his length across her cheek, drinking in the scent of the rood with deep, lusty breaths.

“Mmmmmmhm~! So big, and smooth, and hot. It's such a delicious cock." She pressed her tongue against his hefty balls, swearing she could feel the potent seed swirling about inside before she ran a long lick all the way up the shaft. “And it's aaaalllllllll mine!"

Long, wet licks left a slippery glistening sheen across Jon's cock and before long her hands moved up and down along the member with silky smoothness. Her skill was something else, and every time Jon wondered how, he was reminded how Wild Spice linked to his sensations.

As he was feeling the tightening knot of pleasure swell in his loins, Wild Spice moaned as the pleasure transferred into her own cunt in the form of a swirling combustion desperate to fragment its container and pop like a hand grenade.

Finally lifting her lips away from the spear, planting one last sloppy kiss on the head she sidled up on her knees and groped her breasts. The show was something to behold… until she wrapped those magnificent globes around his cock.

The firmness on his bare flesh was divine beyond comprehension and Jon's knees nearly buckled. She only had to rub the tight valley between her breasts up and down a few times before Jon's pure instinct took over. He immediately took charge of the situation, and bending his knees a little to get a better position, he fucked Wild Spice's breasts in earnest.

His heavy balls slapped her in the sternum repeatedly, and at the same time their breaths shortened into moaning gasps of pleasure and exertion. The whole time she had her mouth open as if to say “aaah!" and pressed her broad tongue firmly to the underside of his dick. The soft envelope of her breasts and the wet warmth of her tongue combined with her deep, panting breaths washing over his sensitive glans proved too much. Just a few moments into fucking her chest, Jon tensed, swelled between her tits and erupted across Wild Spice's face.

The first couple of spurts overshot completely, splattering the cubicle wall behind her, leaving only a few errant dregs in her hair. The next two laid thick ropes of musky semen over her face, one sprawled over the top of her nose, the other forced her to close her left eye.

She pulled back with a saucy giggle, wiping some of the pearls away as several more shots of cum were laid about her neck like a necklace. She bit her lip, savouring the warmth on her body before licking some of it from her lips, sighing at the flavour.

As before, just after spending all over Wild Spice, Jon was still hard as he had been during her opening striptease. And now with several globs of his cum dribbling down the underside of the shaft, Wild Spice leaned in to clean her toy.

She ran a long, sensual lick all the way up his length, catching every dreg of cum that had escaped her and with her lips pursed over the crown she swallowed it down. Inch by inch, bit by bit, in one smooth slick bobbing action of her head. It was like sliding up into a wet, hot pussy, at least twice as tight and doubly slippery, with the added bonus of her throaty gulps hungrily sucking him in all the way.

That doubt Jon had earlier; the one where he thought, with good reason, that his length wouldn't fit in any part of her turned out to be unfounded.

She swallowed his cock hungrily, without hesitation or even the slightest iota of discomfort. His length bent down, catching Jon by surprise and making him double over as she swallowed his dick down. Jon was sure he could see his shaft bulge out her throat a little, but like a snake swallowing its prey she eased forward unrelentingly until her puckered lips kissed the base of his cock.

Wild Spice then held him there, opening her large eyes and looked up with innocence, as if desperate for approval. To make it even better, she even slid her tongue out between her bottom lip and his cock to massage his balls, not once gagging or retching despite the obstruction blocking her throat.

Grunting, Jon tangled his fingers into her hair and panted as she started making swallowing motions, the powerful muscles in her throat rippling across the sensitive flesh of his member.

Before he could cum again, and Jon got damn close in just a few seconds, Wild Spice pulled back and sighed contentedly as her lips popped off the crown then gave the glans a little playful lick.

Jon was bracing himself on the walls of the shower cubicle, panting as he searched her face for the slightest hint of discomfort. There turned out to be none, leaving the human quite speechless.

“H-how are you not out of breath after-… after doing… well… t-that?" Jon stammered, and Wild Spice giggled as she stood up and draped her arms around the back of her neck.

She smiled, wriggling her nose cutely. “A handy body-mod allows me to breath through my nose even with something blocking my throat."

“Kind of like a snake?"

“Mmm-hmm," she hummed with a chipper nod. “And on top of that, I had the nerve clusters linked to my clitoris. So you can fuck my throat and I can still cum."

Jon blinked confoundedly, both impressed and immensely aroused. His cock pressed against Wild Spice's inner thigh as she whispered, “Would you like to try?"

Jon didn't answer – verbally anyway. He scooped her up in his arms, making the young woman squeal cutely, and he carried her out of the shower. In the locker room were several wooden benches between the rows of lockers meant to accommodate a full crew compliment. At full capacity this place would be bustling with activity.

But right now it was just the two of them.

Jon laid Wild Spice down on one of the benches, and the mare seemed to understand what was happening from there. Biting her lip, she tipped her head back over the edge of the bench and grasped his cock in both hands. With practiced ease, like she'd viewed her share of dicks from this perspective before, she directed his throbbing length down until the tip kissed her lips. Jon was on his knees, hands, rubbing across her breasts and massaging the sensitive nerve clusters that spanned her whole body. Every inch of her tingled with pleasure and Wild Spice was on the verge of cumming by the way he touched her alone.

She clenched and tried to suppress it, if only for a bit. She wanted him inside her when she came to her next orgasm. Opening wide, she wrapped her lips about his length, and Jon thankfully took over from there.

Rolling his hips forward, Jon thrust his cock into her throat as if he was fucking a pussy, filling her throat and squeezing her nipples at the same time.

Wild Spice's ass lifted off the bench, bucking her hips into the air as a long jet of femcum erupted from her slit. The soft flesh between her legs seemed to spread apart on its own like the petals of a flower, so aroused and desperate for attention.

As she was squirting with Jon fucking her throat in earnest, the human reached out and rubbed the sensitive pink flesh. His middle finger found the sensitive nub of flesh just above her opening, and massaged in wet, slippery circles. Wild Spice cried out, her throat vibrating around his cock before she started making swallowing motions again. He could feel the hot huff of her breath on his balls as she breathed steadily through her nose, her body convulsing under him as her gullet milked him.

Jon tensed, involuntarily clenching his hands. His fingers found her left nipple, squeezing hard enough that there was a brief flash of pain. It quickly turned to pleasure though, sending quivering ripples of ecstacy down her spine and through her inner thighs. Her toes curled and her sopping canal clamped down hard as Jon's fingers slipped into her pussy. Every part of her grasped on to him, from her throat about his cock, her pussy on his fingers to her nails digging into his sides.

With a deep blush reddening her cheeks, Wild Spice's eyes fell shut and she let out a muffled moan. Another warm orgasm sent a flow of her juices cascading down between her legs, across her ass and soaked the hairs of her tail.

At the same time Jon swelled in a way that was familiar to her and she felt a long geyser of cum shoot into her gullet, warming her belly like a pint of warm milk before bed. It was a delicious feeling, so comforting she could fall asleep right now with his cock still plugging her throat and still feel perfectly safe.

When Jon finally stopped erupting into her belly he gently pulled back, noting how her throat contracted a little as he slid from her body. When his cock came from her lips with a wet little pop, Wild Spice casually swung her legs over the side of the bench and sat up.

Cum and slobber clung to her chin and nose, her mascara had run leaving dark streaks giving her what appeared to be panda-eyes, her fur and hair was an absolute mess of liquid sexual gratification… and yet she wasn't even out of breath, nor did she give any sort of indication anything was wrong. She just bit her bottom lip and ran her hand over Jon's fresh erection, the twinkle in her eye demanding more.

Giving him a light squeeze, Wild Spice climbed to her feet and brushed past him on the way to the showers.

“I want more. Go to your quarters. I'll join you after a quick wash," she ordered, making Jon chuckle.

“I thought I was the captain aboard this ship."

Wild Spice paused in the doorway and smiled over her shoulder. Suddenly Jon felt like the prey in this relationship, in the best way possible. “Not tonight you aren't."

III

Jon didn't have to wait long enough to get anxious. Before he had even finished towelling off and sat on the foot of his bed, the door swished open. He'd tried not to think of what Wild Spice was up to and as such his cock had gone entirely soft, swinging around his knees idly as it usually did.

But when he saw her enter, framed there with a slender hand on each side of the door frame and a slight cock to her knee to accentuate the curve of her lingerie garnished hips, Jon went from soft to hard in less than a second. The blood rushing into his dick so quickly nearly drained it all from his head and he shook off a moment of vertigo.

The lingerie Wild Spice wore was the same tint of lime green as her bikini. A bra with black frills did more to plump up her gorgeous breasts than cover the nipples that were erect with anticipation. About her slim waist was a garter belt, holding up the dark green stockings running form her mid-thigh down to the glossy black pumps on her feet. She was missing her panties to boot, leaving the tight quim that glistened with arousal in Jon's full view. Though the sight was but a taster compared to the beautiful globes of her perfect ass, revealed as Wild Spice did a sexy half-twirl and gave him a half-lidded look of seduction over one shoulder.

“You like what you see?" she asked with a smile.

Jon tried to answer, but all that came out of his mouth were wheezing, groaning sounds. Her eyes flicked down to his throbbing erection, glinting with excitement before she turned and walked closer.

“Poor thing," she cooed, wrapping her slender fingers about his cock and giving him a little shove. Nothing hard, just enough to make him collapse flat on his back on the bed. Her hand still stroking up and down the immense shaft, Wild Spice squatted between his legs and nuzzled the crown just a little, drinking in the sight and smell of his arousal. “Just lay back and let me take care of you."

Pushing his knees apart, Wild Spice leaned up and wrapped her tongue about the tip of the member, humming proudly as she felt it throb in her mouth. Then with one slick motion she slid her lips down across the thick shaft until she was kissing the base, much of the cock sliding into her throat effortlessly. She drew a breath through her augmented air passages and shook for a moment. Jon had no doubt she was pushing down an instant orgasm there and then.

Lifting up, she let the cock escape her mouth with a pop, then spun on her heel with a smile. Gripping Jon's knees for balance, Wild Spice kept her legs closed and seductively lowered the curvy cheeks of her ass down into his lap. The sensitive tip of his member missed her cheeks and she rode the valley of her ass down along the underside of his cock to the base.

Reaching back, Wild Spice found the spear and pressed it tightly between her cheeks then slowly rode up and down across the saliva slick shaft. Her deft fingers were skilful as always, and the softness of those furry globes hugging him so firmly was divine.

Then came something Jon wasn't expecting at all.

Wild Spice lifted up until she was practically standing, then gently eased the tip of his penis between her warm ass cheeks. Jon gasped and fought the urge to catch the pegasus by the tail and rip her ass down over his cock. He'd find out soon that his patience would be rewarded.

His crown met the tight ring of muscle leading into her ass, which reflexively relaxed. She stretched open with a loud gasp, mouth agape and her eyes rolled back. But little by little, the warmth of her asshole drifted down to engulf all of Jon's tip, then began to suck him in further, inch by agonising inch.

Jon curled his back off the bed for a moment, clenching so hard he thought he might fill her ass there and then. And he was only halfway in that tight, hot forbidden tunnel. The base of his cock ached to be hilted all the way inside her, to feel her innermost core with the throbbing tip of his dick before he filled her. Jon hadn't felt this in so long and groaned with mind-numbing pleasure. He loved anal sex, more than even a tight throat about this member. And it was the reason he hated the body-mod that had given him this stupid gargantuan cock. It scared off most women, especially those who loved anal as much as he did. And really, could he blame them for not wanting to be impaled on twelve inches of fuck-meat?

And yet Wild Spice eased down even further, keening with joy, sitting deeper and deeper on his lap without a worry. She hadn't been afraid to throat him, and now she was taking him in her ass without the slightest bit of hesitation. She really was a one-in-a-million gal.

Plenty of times in the past Jon had wanted to get new body-mods, to try and fix this cock problem of his. But the same way the transformative drugs had mutated his dick into a mindless monster begging to smash pussy every minute of every day, he'd always been afraid another mod would fuck him up even further. His dick could turn back to normal of course. But then it could also turn into a tentacle that spat hydrochloric acid. Or maybe it could shrink entirely out of existence and turn into a pussy. There was just no telling with these things.

And how Wild Spice's body-mods had turned what had once been a regular person into the perfect woman made the pegasus even more of a unique blessing in Jon's mind.

His hands darted up and slapped both her ass-cheeks at once. His fingertips dug into the firm flesh and he yanked her down the last inch of his cock, hilting it in her right down to the base with a wet smack of flesh and fur. Wild Spice's head tipped back and she cried out, but it was a cry as far from pain as it could be.

Her voice undulated as her whole body shuddered with a wet orgasm that Jon could feel trickling down his balls in long, warm waves.

Moaning in the aftershocks that jerked her body back and forth involuntarily, Wild Spice set her nails in Jon's knees and looked at him over her shoulder. Her mouth hung open a little with amazement as her eyes smouldered with raw, untamed passion.

“So much," she whispered. “It's so big. I'm so full, I've never… oooohhh~!"

Her eyes slammed shut and her face contorted into another blissful expression. Her body tightened about Jon's throbbing member and he felt another rush of her feminine orgasm dribble down his balls; the simple act of clenching on his cock making her cum again.

Pushing through the drunken pleasure clouding her senses, Wild Spice began to ride in earnest. At first her strokes were long and slow. She'd lift up a good ten inches, then slide back down Jon's girth until he was nestled deep in her belly again. Then as she progressed, she would rock her hips round and round, twisting this way and that like a dancer. And before long she was bouncing hard, Jon helping her ride up and down the immense pole. Each wet slap of flesh on fur was punctuated by Wild Spice's orgasmic cries. She screamed such things, goading and pleading him to fuck her faster and harder and to do such things; if they'd been sharing the ship with other passengers they'd have died of fright.

“Oh, Stars! It's still so hard!" she cried. She smiled at him over her shoulder, enjoying the effect her tight ass was having on Jon. “I've never gone for this long! I've never made a cock cum so much. Most just cum once and wilt for the night. But you've cum four times and you're still hard as iron."

Wild Spice suddenly jolted as if electrocuted and her tongue rolled out the corner of her mouth, eyes turning white as her irises rolled into the back of her head. A long wave of hot fluids cascading down Jon's balls later, she added breathlessly: “I've never cum this often in one night either."

Jon wanted to hold out longer for her, but the seed churning n his balls ached for release. His cock swelled, and Wild Spice seemed to realise. She slammed down once more on him and held him in her inner depths as he ejaculated, a torrent of seed rippling up through his shaft and bursting up into her body, flooding her in sticky warmth.

She leapt up as if sitting on a pin by the third spurt of cum, which draped itself across her back and formed webs of sticky white across her feathered wings. Wild Spice had whipped around by then, dead set on a task, painting the fourth spurt messily into the roof of her mouth and across her lips before she closed her mouth over the tip. Sighing contently like a woman sipping her much needed morning coffee, Wild Spice hungrily sucked in the final torrents of cum and swallowed it down with greedy gulps.

Licking her lips, Wild Spice looked very content. And when she squeezed his shaft to realise his cock was still as hard as it had been an hour ago, her smile only grew.

“Well, I'm all out of ideas on what we're going to do about this," Wild Spice teased, giving the crown a teasing little lick.

Jon chuckled, standing up and shoving the mare onto the bed in his place. “Oh, I've got an idea or two."

The announcement only fuelled Wild Spice's excited expression. Hands on her thighs to support herself, she spread her legs wide, presenting the full heart-like shape of her ass to Jon as he leapt on top of her. She giggled in time with his laugh as they bounced in place for a moment, then hooking her legs on his shoulders, the flexible woman pulled Jon in for a kiss. She was effortlessly twisted into something of a sexual pretzel, hardly even noting any strain on her tendons despite her position.

They kissed furiously, making out for a moment, tongues fighting for oral real estate. Jon finally lifted his face a little and lost his way in her green eyes.

“Do you want my tight little pussy, Jon?" she asked suggestively.

Jon shook his head. “Your ass is amazing."

Wild Spice purred, biting her lip seductively. “Oooohh, good choice. Are you going to cum in my ass this time?" Of course Jon was going to nod. “Then take it, Jon. Take my ass. I'm yours. Fuck me silly and fill me to the brim with your cu-hhhhAAAAAaaah!"

Her eyes widened and her jaw went slack, squealing with surprise as he slid into her ass. Immediately she locked her arms about the human and held him as tightly as he could while Jon hilted into her ass, his hips slapping into the perfect, firm cheeks.

He immediately started rocking back and forth, fucking her in the missionary position, her legs hooked over his shoulders and her nails digging into his flesh. Her moans were desperate, pleading him to go faster, to slam her harder, to fill her right to her core…

Jon didn't leave her wanting.

Setting his palms into the bed, he balanced on his knees and really gave it to her, slamming in and out of her ass like a well-lubricated piston.

“Jon~!" she keened unevenly, her voice shuddering madly as she drooled and rolled her eyes. She was clawing at his back and shaking like a woman possessed. “Jon! Jon, its too… I've cum so much! I'm going mad! Fill me! Please, fill my ass with your cum!"

Jon was of course going to oblige. But no way in hell was he going to let her off easy. Leaning down he trapped one of her swinging breasts in his mouth, pursing his lips over the dark flesh of her nipple and licking madly. The pegasus' hyper-sensitive nerve endings were on fire and Wild Spice screamed with delight in a pitch he was sure might breach the hull.

Thankfully no such thing happened, but Jon figured with a sense of morbid amusement it would probably take an explosive decompression to stop him right now. He hadn't fucked an ass in… hell, he couldn't remember the last time. Plenty of pity-sucks or quick handies, but he hadn't felt an ass wrap his cock in far too long. He was going to enjoy this, and he wasn't going to leave any part of her unused before flooding her body with his seed.

His free hand ran up her inner thigh and found the sopping lips of her quim. Her snatch was swollen and soft, and practically sucked his two fingers into their slippery, quivering depths. That was the final straw for Wild Spice and she gargled unable to form even cries of orgasmic bliss anymore.

Her pussy contracted about his finger and Wild Spice came one more time. A jet of femcum soaked his hand as he felt her ass ripple about his cock. It was too much and Jon tipped forward. His lips locked on hers, the human rocked his hips forward with a sense of finality and spilled deep in her abdomen.

Wild Spice squealed happily through the kiss, her nails digging into his back as she shuddered pleasurably. Warmth filled her core and she'd never felt so full in her life.

Pulling back as torrent after torrent of thick virile seed jetted into her belly, Jon rocked back and trapped his cock between her thighs. Fucking her firm flesh a few more thrusts, he drained the final dregs out of his balls across Wild Spice, painting her from her belly up to her tits in cream.

His balls deflated, finally emptied to the bottom of the reservoir – a feat Jon never thought possible.

Panting for breath, Jon collapsed onto the bed beside Wild Spice, still undulating on her back. She scooped up a rope of cum from her nipple and popped it into her mouth, purring with happiness before rolling on her side and spooning up to the human. They were both slick and messy with a mixture of cum and sweat, and neither much cared about the filth.

And yet, after all her orgasms, after all the loads Jon had given her, Wild Spice still managed to close her fingers over her slippery, flaccid length and gave it soft, affectionate tugs.

“It's official," she whispered with a smile.

“What's that?"

“I think I found my favourite cock in all the 'verse."

No sooner had she made the lewd declaration, Wild Spice sat up then lowered her mouth over his soft length. And Jon couldn't help tense, patting her head affectionately as she swallowed the soft length with a gulp, suckling on it like a filly at the teat.

He had no idea what it was going to take to wear out Wild Spice. But Jon did know one thing.

This flight to Tarkus wasn't going to be nearly as boring as he originally thought.

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