She woke with a cold shiver, as something pressed chill against her left nipple. The last thing she remembered, she thought muzzily, was…what? It felt like she was pulling herself up through a thick tunnel of taffy, as she worked towards wakefulness. So groggy. So disoriented.

A sudden hissing sounded near her head, and a sharp and unpleasant tang met her nose.  With a sickening snap, and a roil of her stomach, she was suddenly totally awake and aware.

“Arise, female.”

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, and everywhere. Her eyes  moved around the small space. She looked like she was in an airlock, sans window.

Remembering came with wakefulness. She’d been on the bridge of her small scout-about, when an alien creature had materialized right in front of her. There’d been only a moment to gasp, before it had shot her with some strange gelatinous goop. The blue stuff had hit mid-chest. Moving to wipe it away, she’d been shocked to discover that her limbs were locked in a sudden stasis. In seconds the blue gel had completely covered her and she remembered the sensation of falling, then nothing.

Another shiver, and a soft tinkle came to her ears. What the fuck?

She moved to sit, realizing at last that she was naked, and that there was a dull ache in her left nipple. A small ring lanced through it, with a bell hanging down, thus the jangle. Though she searched for a way to remove the item, it appeared to have no opening.

“You will need to earn your tag. For now the bell will signal your whereabouts. Your release to habitat suitable for your breed commences in 1 minute, standard.”

“Wait! What the fuck is going on here?” she yelled, her hand on the panel before her.

“Don’t be caught; earn your tag.”

There was a chime, not her bell, and a sudden whoosh of pressure against her ears. In seconds, she felt the floor fall away, and all merged into a pale gray fog.

When the fog cleared, she stood on a grassy knoll. The sun was shining in the clear blue sky. Turning full circle, she saw a meadow before her, a forest behind. In the meadow, tall grasses waved. In the trees, shadows beckoned.

“Don’t get caught, female, earn your tags.” What the fuck did that mean? At the farthest point from her, the air distorted, and she heard the sound that presaged her displacement from what must have been a holding cell.

“Your hunter has arrived. You must evade for one standard hour.”

The voice was gone.

Dropping to her knees, she slithered through the grass trying to not create a ripple in the grass. There was no way to tell if the hunter had seen her, but her head told her that the trees was likely the safest place to hide. Then again, isn’t that what most hunted would think? She crept around the bottom of the small rise she’d been on, looking back at her telltale trail.

Quickly she headed for the woods, reaching the firmer loam there in minutes. Doubling back, she returned to where the trail divided, and headed there. It ended at a small pond. No way to tell how deep it was, she made tracks in the mud to the water’s edge, then backed and turned away, to the grass trail. Hopefully her hunter would think she had come this way, turned away, and headed to the woods. Back she went, leaping across her trail, and into the water, covering her breast with one hand to quiet her bell. Fucking bell!  It was cool in the water, but bearable. She walked deeper, grabbing at reeds as she moved along the edge. By pure luck she discovered that they were hollow, the one in her hand breaking as she slipped on the bottom muck. An older reed, it was broken at the top as well, blackened and ruined.

She felt suddenly, that time was closing, the hunter would be close, and wrapping her hair into her hand, lest it float to the surface and betray her, she sank down amongst the reeds until only her eyes could see. She held the reed steady, amongst the other reeds, and set one end in her mouth. Trying to breathe slowly through it, she heard the faintest rustle in the grass.

He emerged upon the path she’d trod, then looked carefully around at the muddle of tracks she’d made. He was gorgeous, tall, tanned, dark of hair, and muscular. She nearly gasped as she saw a tag on his right nipple. Instead, she held steady, hoping to not create ripples with each breath. After what seemed an eternity, he stood, gazed around the pond, and turned back to the trail.

She had a feeling he’d turn back, and moments later, she was glad she’d remained in place. He leapt into the area, gazing around the pond with brilliant eyes. She imagined dark skies, stars through her viewfinder, and ignored the cold that was making her skin shrivel. A moment, another, and he moved off again, this time at a trot.  She counted seconds until she reached 300, then slowly rose, backing one step  at a time, away from the pond where she’d first entered, and eased out of the pond upon a flat rock. Grasses towered above her, and she sat for a moment, shivering, holding her bell quiet. Awkwardly, she moved off, into the grasses, squatting, clutching her bell, and hoping to find where he had emerged into the scene.

It took forever, rough vegetation scraping along her skin, to move across the meadow. Her legs cramped, she felt the persistent annoyance of mud drying under her toenails, and she smelled horrible. At long last, she found the rocky outcropping poking up from the meadow. Clambering up upon it, she peered over the edge, trying to see across the long, rolling grassland and into the dark wood beyond. She heard a shout, and saw him. He emerged from the forest, his body radiating annoyance.

The air around her filled with fog, and she heard a voice speak.

“My point!”

She awoke in her cell, clean, sweet-smelling, and hungry. As she sat up, she felt heaviness in her breast. Touching, she realized that her bell was gone, and a shiny tag was in its place.


Through a slot in the wall, food was delivered. She took it carefully, biting gingerly, thinking about exotic poisons. Yet they could have done so several times already.  One bite became two, then fully, rapidly, consumed. It even tasted pretty good-else she was too hungry to care. She ate fast, and drank from the pouch experimentally. Water. Clean, fresher than she’d ever had, and cool. She quaffed it down quickly.

“More water? H20?”

There was shimmer in the slot and another pouch of beverage appeared. She drank most of it, savoring the last few mouthfuls.  In moments she began to feel very sleepy, and slipped to the floor. Cradling her head with her arm, she was out in seconds.


She woke to the same mist as before.

“No!” she yelled, but the mist coalesced around her.

Again the feeling of falling, and the far-off sound of voices, arguing.

“No! No weapons! It was agreed.”

“She took point. I choose the bounty.”

A third voice interceded, an even farther off murmur that lay just on the edge of hearing, then silence.


It was dark. There were search beams crisscrossing the sky, reminding her of the old vid’s of Klieg lights back on Terra One.  She was naked, still, only the chill of her new tag against her nipple the one discomfort. The air here was musty, and it was hard to see what was around her. She remembered that the hunter came soon after her own arrival.

Looking around her, she didn’t see any sign of a usable weapon. Her handler must have lost that issue, then. The trees here were massive, and widely spaced, as in a park. There was a sudden, sharp ping against her breast; looking down she saw her tag was glowing.

fuck” she whispered softly. Placing her hand over her tag gave her a sharper jolt.

‘OW!’ she yelped, then clapped her stung hand over her mouth. Her tit tingled as well. So, she wouldn’t be permitted to hide it? It shone like a fucking beacon. She felt the shimmer in the air of his insertion.

The hunter had arrived.

She darted from her crouched position behind a tree, to the next, and the next. Not sure where she was headed, she listened, darted, listened, darted.

There was a dark blur against her vision…reaching out her hand she found some kind of bush. Dropping to all fours, she crawled through the tangle of low branches. Scratches made her hiss, as limbs dragged along tender flesh, scraping lines along her sides, her back, her legs. It was dark here, the lights not reaching into the depths of tangled growth. Her seeking hand found stone. Reaching up, she felt more stone…some kind of boulder? Pressing hard against the rock as she rose slowly, she discovered an outcropping rising high over her head. She pushed her tit against it, accepting the tingle in her breast as she hid the gleaming glow from the one who was seeking her.


He stood upon a tall rock cliff, gazing below. A large blur of forest flowed from the base of the hillock as far as he could see. The stray and random lights shone hither and yon, but did not reveal the prey he was seeking. She was, as he was discovering, clever. He didn’t know why he needed to find her, but the spirit that guided him assured him that finding her was of utmost importance.  He had only seen her once, from afar. She was lithe, and quick. He admired that.

He felt a tingle against his nipple. His tag glowed in the darkness.

Ah…she was close, then.


The tingle in her tit grew in intensity. For a moment she wondered if the minerals in the rock face were setting something off, and then realized it might be an alarm that the hunter was getting closer.

A pebble fell off the face far above her, bouncing its way down the sheer cliff, narrowly missing her as it popped onto the ground.

He was just above her.

She stilled, breathing slowly, carefully. If she moved an iota he’d know she was here. Still, it was a sheer face, and he would need time to get down. But he couldn’t know for sure that she was here. Her heartbeat quickened at the sound of feet scrabbling over rock, the loose jangle of pebbles bouncing over scree.  Yet she judged he was a good 40 feet or more above her. She wanted to bolt, but she hugged the stone closer, thinking only “granite” as she attempted to merge into the rock.


He knew she was close. His tag glowed and burned against his chest with a sensation that bordered on painful. He felt the *ting*  marking time points, and understood that his limit was nearly up. Because she had managed to evade him on the last chase, his time seeking had been shortened. The spirit guide had chastened him to be efficient and move with speed in locating her. But below, only the still and quiet forest moved.

Another ting sent him plunging nearly blind down the side of the rocky tower. Pebbles slipped and slid under his feet, until he crashed through a small cleft of branches and undergrowth. The forest lay before him…and a clear trail just in front of him showed where someone had crawled through the loam.  His eyes tracked left, right, seeking another trick.

He moved behind a tree, touching where she had touched, crouching where she had crouched. He felt her closeness now, almost scented her. His cock roused as the hunt focused around him, as he followed the trail around tree after tree. Ahead was a thicket, but he wasn’t going to be fooled this time. He passed the obvious entry into the thicket, and watched, close to the ground to see where she had really gone.

The fog dropped suddenly, and he felt the ground move, heard a female sneeze behind him in the thicket. Fuck! She’d fooled him once more….


Point, again!

The deep, disembodied voice followed her back to her prison. She wasn’t sure what she’d done right, but the voice sounded jubilant. She shivered, touching the quiescent tag on her breast. Fog filled her chamber, before she could protest, and she fell to the floor once more, fast asleep, hand outstretched toward something she wasn’t fully aware of.


The mist swirled and she knew she was seconds away from yet another scenario. She wanted to cry out, to protest. She’d been hunted, and been stored, sleeping. Was it a dream she couldn’t wake from? She closed her eyes.

The sound of insects churring softly brought her to full awareness. Opening her eyes she saw the gilded silver of light from a far-off horizon. Dawn, or sunset, she wondered. The tag on her tit burned, and she saw that there was some sort of writing on it now. It tingled, burned, made her aware.

run well…

Did she hear it, that disembodied voice, or was it only in her head? Rising to her feet, she quickly scanned her surroundings.  She smelled water, that cool, damp scent that only came near a large body of water. Glancing up, she saw the sky was definitely brightening. Her tag tinged  and she knew the hunter was here, too.

There was low shrubbery here, and what may have been the haze of trees off in the distance- or maybe it was only the morning fog that came over water. She felt the sense of his presence drawing nearer and wondered if there was some kind of sensor in the tag on her nipple. She’d had minimal issue with the damned thing, other than the annoyance of having someone taking the liberty of piercing her in the first place.

She crouched, scanning the undergrowth. Somehow, she sensed that he would come from there. Yet the way forward was blocked by what was obviously a very large lake. Smooth as glass now, there was no way to get into it without leaving a trail of ripples behind. Having no idea what kind of creature might live in the depths, she decided to forego entry to the liquid, and moved just beyond the curving shoreline, moving away from the bogland.


He moved through the bushes with stealth, and speed. This time he would not fail to capture his prey. His tag almost chimed with her presence, and of a sudden, she came into view. She was moving slowly around the edge of the lake, darting fast glances over her shoulder.

Good, she was wary of him, as well she should be. His shaft hardened, his mouth smoothed into a firm line, as he began his approach. Vectoring her direction with his, he moved so that he would intersect her path…or drive her into the water. Somehow he thought that she would attempt to avoid that.


Glancing over her shoulder she saw him spring from the undergrowth. She rose from her crouch, and ran along the shore, the loose rocks slowing her. Attempting to veer away, head for the trees, she was abruptly airborne as he tackled her, taking her to the ground. They rolled together for a moment, and she could assess that he was almost a giant compared to her.  His arms were like cordwood, and about as strong as plas-steel, as they wrapped around her. She tried to kick, to knee him, but in moments she was face into the dirt, and he was upon her back.

His cock pierced between her legs as he entered her, yelling in victory. He fucked her, his shaft thick and long as it plunged into the space between her thighs. Her head ground into the dirt by his shoulder pushing her down, as his hands lifted her hips to better take control of her hole.

She growled, writhing to attempt to loosen his grasp, and he slapped her hard on her rump. The stinging swat was painful, and shockingly erotic. There was a humming buzz against her nipple, where her tag was pinned, and an answering buzz in her clit as the thick shaft pummeled her.

She didn’t want….. *ungh*            It had been so long since she’d last…..*uhhhh*     She couldn’t want……..*uhuhuh*          Her last lover had been…..*mmmmmm…ooooohhhh*

There was no coherency to her thoughts, each unfinished, unformed, as he hit her ass firmly, while stroking into her. When he stopped she felt a sharp pang of disappointment. She growled. His finger probed the slit of her ass, finding her resisting backdoor.

She shrieked as he pressed against it, tried to scrabble away. She slipped from his grasp like she’d been oiled, half crawling away, as his cock fell out of her pussy with a wet sucking pop. She made it one foot, two, three, scrambling to her feet and running wildly. He lunged,  missed, lunged again, missed again.

He didn’t miss the third time, grabbing her around her slender body with one strong arm, while taking a fistful of hair in the other, drawing her to an abrupt halt, and throwing her back to the ground. Flipping her onto her back, he fell atop her, driving his cock into her belly with all his pent-up frustration.

She didn’t couldn’t wouldn’t….their nipple tags clicked together with an audible sound, and an incredible sensation slammed into her, centering on her breast, but coursing through every molecule of her being, as if she had been hit with a jolt of sexual electricity.

She came explosively, drenching the ground under her bottom, and his shaft as he plunged into her wet tunnel. He grunted, similarly affected by their touching tags, then grunted again, as his shaft exploded his juice into her waiting womb. Drained, utterly, they lay in a tangle of limbs as the mist fell around them, and the ground dissolved. She hung there, alone, until she felt the spongy floor of her cell beneath her. Yet the voices were clearly audible.

my point!

That was not “her” voice. But the voice of her manipulator came fast on the heels of that first claimed point.

you cheated!

did not!

you did, she was almost free and you supplemented your piece.

i didn’t…he was always superior in strength. you are a poor looser.

The voices were raised in anger, and there was a feeling of eminent scuffling. Then that other voice, just at the bare threshold of  her hearing.  She was too tired to make sense of any of this. She ached, scratched by his nails, the rocks and twigs. Her pussy throbbed, her body spent, utterly exhausted as she slumped on the floor of her cell eating.  She drank three bottles of the crystal cold water, and began to feel drowsy. She was so tired of this. Over and over again. She would sleep, and heal. No idea how long she had been gone. No idea where she was.  She felt the rise of tears, yet ruthlessly pushed them away. She needed to get out of here.

Wherever the fuck ‘here’ was.

There was a chime, soft and distant, but one that she felt more than heard. There was a heavy sense of presence and this time, she could clearly hear the firm, loving tone.

It is time to put your toys away now, my darlings.

There was another brief squabble,


oh no, we’re just having fun!

please, just a bit more? it was just getting fun…

There was a suffusion of calming waves, of gentle reprimand.

……you have had enough, now. it is time for us to go. let us release your toys, and be  be on our way, my darlings…

then the hiss of the mist surrounding her. Oh gods, not again!


She woke, stretching. Before her, the bridge of her ship winked with all lights green and steady. All was fully functioning, no signs of distress. She must have nodded off for a while. Checking the chrono, she saw that she’d been asleep no more than an hour.

She took care of some housecleaning chores after setting the bridge to autopilot, picking up soiled jumpsuits and putting them in the cleaning chute. She tidied up her small mess-hall, wiping the table, the dispensing unit, and performing a maintenance check. When her small ship was shipshape, she stopped, hands on hips, and surveyed her space. Nice. Tidy.

That her little nap had made such a difference in her energy level was surprising, but she’d been feeling a bit off of late. She sat in the captain chair, and plotted a course to the nearest star-base. She needed out of this small ship, some recreation, maybe some sex.


Oh, wasn’t that a necessary thing? She’d been carting her ass all over the fucking galaxy for nigh onto 8 months, and it was time for a break. She’d delivered meds to Praxus 3, flash-frozen livestock to Annabus, and a handful of packages to Alpha Centauri. She began to long for the scent of vegetation in the wind, the gleam of water, and the dance of real sunlight on her skin. It was time to go home to Terra Two, and soon. But for now, it was time to kick up her heels.

“I’ve been a good girl for too long.”

She spoke to the computer.


“Shut the fuck up,” she murmured, annoyed with the stupid drone. She needed an upgrade, to a companion unit. She turned in a fast circle, catching a whiff of herself.


She set the bridge to its new course, put on auto engage, and headed for her minuscule shower. Her left nipple was tender, just a bit. She didn’t remember hitting her breast on anything. Best to check it later. Doffing her clothing, and dropping  it on the floor, she stepped into the stall, pushing buttons marked “clean” and “hair” and “deodorize”. A rush of air, a whiff of cargo chemical wash, the sting of a fast deodorant rinse, and she was done. Stepping clear of the cleansing unit, she swooped up her dirty duds, and stuffed it in the cleaning chute, and punched buttons  on the Wardrobe box for something new. While the box hummed she checked her nipple in the mirror. A small bruise decorated her rosy orb, but nothing else. Might have done something in her sleep, she mused. The box chimed once, catching her attention.

In seconds, a pair of tight black pants, and a sparkle top appeared. Sliding into the pants, she admired how they showed her trim calves off, and the round curves of her ass. The shirt was skin-tight, and rubbed against her nipples, making them rise.

Nothing said “fuck me” like a sparkly shirt, and nipples, she thought with a smile. A chime caught her attention.

“yes, comp, what is it?”

The mechanical voice droned, “intersect with Space Station Delta in 15 standard minutes”


“I do not compreh…”

“Shut the fuck up,” she muttered. Fucking company issue computer! It didn’t comprehend the most basic of niceties.  Ordering a pair of heeled sneaks to compliment the outfit, she spent a moment fluffing her now-clean hair, and applying a bit of paint to her face.

By the time she docked, she was ready to debark her little ship and have some fun.


Spaceports the galaxy over were the same, flying orbs that housed a variety of events for an ever-changing community of players. Some came to shake off space dust, as she had, some had come to transact business, and some were here for no good at all.

Those kind were often the most fun.

She strode into the manager’s office, and ordered her computer upgrades. Might as well take care of that while she was here. Better than dry docking anywhere else. Business done, she set off to find a bar.

Not a bar. Something a bit more exotic. Someplace with quiet corners and perhaps some music to move to. Right about now she was as randy as she’d ever been.


He stood at the copperwood bar, drinking. He’d had a hell of a week, a hell of a year, really. He was not cut out for space work.  The green hills and farmland of home called to his spirit, yet the lure of space riches had sent him skyward. It was a decision that he only partly regretted. He’d be heading home, soon, and well set financially to take up the family homestead. He thought of his mother, waiting for her boys, tending the garden, of the golden retriever that sat at her feet for companionship these days. He’d seen the corn planted, the fields filling with sprouts, the tasseling and harvesting and clearing- all through the vids she’d sent. He missed the clear blue lake near the house, and the call of birds, the sharp tang of skunk, all the things that living on Terra One meant to him.

Still, he had gone with his brothers, worked hard these last months. It was uninspiring work, the view out any screen of the deep ebony of space. Even the beauty of the stars had become mundane after a while. He worked hard for the first six months. He tried harder for the next three. And then the mind-numbing boredom began to wear on him, and he began sleeping. A lot. There was hardly a day when he didn’t oversleep. It wasn’t intentional, he told his siblings. It was just that the boredom was getting to him. Big time. He’d though the excitement of being on a space ship would be fun. That he would love it. He was dead-wrong.

He’d been late often in his short-loved career, but just yesterday,  he’d fallen asleep in his berth longer than he’d anticipated, causing him to miss nearly an entire shift. His brothers were not pleased, and only the fact that they were brothers kept them from beating the shit out of him when he’d finally shown up. He’d taken his older brothers shift to compensate, but visions from his dream-state kept him unfocused enough that they’d shaken their heads and sent him to the galley to make their dinner instead.

Closing his eyes, he could see her, the memories of the dream woman  were that strong. She was petite, pretty, with huge eyes,  and an even bigger rack. Her nipples were sweet and pink, and he remembered the feel of them between his fingers.  He remembered too, the feeling of the soft silk of  her hair as his hand fisted deeply in the long tresses, of her head bent back, those eyes staring up at him in fear. He’d dreamt of fucking her, hard and rough and fast. He was surprised that he hadn’t awoken covered in cum. In his dream-state, he’d shot string after string into her tight, hot, belly. His brothers would have teased him mightily – it was one thing to dream or watch porn, and another thing entirely to act like a randy teenager over it.

Now here he stood, mission finished. After a long  terran year out in the meteor belt, they had finished filling the payload and were heading back to Terra Two to deliver it. The brothers had decided to dock here for a few days of rest and relaxation, arriving late last night. He knew he wouldn’t be going on with them; done with adventuring in space, he was ready for some settle time back home. He hoped to make a connecting shuttle and head back to Terra One. His mother would be ecstatic.

She walked into Tropic Shores, a dimly lit “recreational playground for adults, only” with a cat-like stride that moved like liquid sex. Her pants were tight, her heeled sneaks, sky-scraper tall. A few heads turned, and an Austorian goat-man whinnied at her. Of course, they would fuck anything. She didn’t smile, not seeking to encourage the creature. Once on target, they could be difficult to dissuade. Deciding to grab a drink at the bar and survey the options before she found a table, she stopped in shock…and recognition.

He was here.

The hunter.

Something deep and primal made her want to turn and flee. Memories returned with a rush, of running, hiding, and his arms like bars around her.

Of his fingers squeezing her plump nipple.

Of his cock buried in her pussy.

Of his seed flushing her womb.

Of his mouth on her throat.

Of his fist in her hair.

He stood, drink half-raised to his mouth, equally shocked. She watched him transform to the Hunter in seconds. It wasn’t a physical transformation, so much as mental. His eyes grew steely, his hand fisted at his side, his body went alert.

“Oh honey, if I was 75 years younger, I’d go gobble him right up! Whatcha waiting for? Go, sizzle.” She turned to see a native of Senglad, purple eyebrow raised. Her lips were curled into a smile, looking more like blue cauliflower, really. She frowned when the female poked her shoulder with one long finger, also blue.

“Go on with you, you silly thing. He’s lookin’ like he wants to just devour you, lucky girl.”

That was pretty much her assessment as well. Before she could make any decision, to stay and confront, or turn and flee, he strode up to her, stopping a scant inch in front of her. He was definitely intruding on her personal space.


It was peremptory, and raised her hackles. She heard, vaguely, the happy squee of the Sengladian, as His hand closed around her forearm,  all but dragging her to one of the dimly lit grotto seating areas. Sounds from the area behind them made her very aware of what was going on there, and she felt a fresh surge of lust. Squashing it like an unwanted insect, she glared up at him.

“I’m not going with you…you …barbarian!”

“It appears you have.” He shoved her into a couch with no trouble at all, then straddled her.

“How did you do it?” He growled at her, as she lay under him. How familiar that was, the fucking bastard.

She lay back, propped up on her elbows, looking at the irate man pinning her to the lounge.

“What? What? Do what? I just got here, and…”

“You put me into your web and played a game with me.”

She shook her head, vehemently.

“Oh no, buddy boy. I fucking well did not.”

“Manners. You need not sound like a cruiser pilot.”

“Buddy, I AM a cruiser pilot. And I didn’t do a fucking thing to you. YOU did. Hunt me, will you?” She swatted his broad chest.

Damn he smelled good.

Her pussy stirred to life, even as his eyes narrowed. He looked at her tits, as her nipples roused, poking out the fabric of her shirt.  She thought about bucking him off of her, while her tits distracted him, the stupid bastard.

Yeah, right.

She thought about fucking him, more to the truth. Damn him.

“Look. Let’s agree that neither of us have any idea of what the fu–” she paused, then deciding the better part of valor was restraint, continued on “…..heck happened to us.  I can tell you that I heard voices, but that might make you think I was star-crazed or something-”

“no…I too heard voices,” he interrupted her. “As if we were pawns in a game.”

“Yes!” She sat up further, excited now. “Yes, that’s it exactly! And I’d forgotten it until I saw you, you cocky bastard, standing there at the bar. I wonder what the hell it all means.”

She felt the heavy lump against her thigh, her eyes drawn to the hidden treasure at the junction of his legs. Her eyes rose to his. She knew what that meant, at least. Something spurred her on, words that she didn’t know she was going to say all but spurted from her mouth.

“I’d like to try it again. Without the titty tags, and all the woo-woo stuff.”

“Try ….again?” He sounded disbelieving.

“You…I…” she flushed, suddenly embarrassed. The guy had fucked her, for gosh sake. It wasn’t like they were total strangers. They’d been naked in those scenes…yet it all had an element of the surreal to it.

“You. Me. Maybe a meal? A few drinks? And a bed. A really big, big bed.” She grinned. His cock understood, if that sudden growth spurt was any indication. Looking at her, into her, he finally slid back, moving off of her.  Standing beside the lounging couch, he proffered his hand, and led her to a proper dining slot, silently agreeing with her, and began to talk.

“I make my home on Terra One….”

she turned away from the monitor with a smile. her children stirred up troubles from time to time, and she was glad that this incident was readily repairable. the two terrans would make good mates.  taking their two metal tags, she popped them together, fusing them with a single thought, then placed them up in a jar with similar paired discs. another task completed, she moved off to her next chore,  softly singing a song of love under her breath.

the end

2 thoughts on “Tagged

  1. Thanks cille! I’d actually forgotten all about it!
    Very glad you enjoyed it (and of course the storybook ending! I do love my HEA;S!)


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