Star Queen

Lorrin watched, grinding his teeth in anger, as the sun set across the violet palm trees and the green sea of Segra Prime.

Disgusting.

Absolutely disgusting.

Not the scene, which was naturally stunning, as it should be for a resort world. Instead, his ire was fully directed at the woman below his hab block.

Every hab was built on tiers, descending towards the beach and the shining waters. Riots of foliage that scented the air with alien flora sprang down between each building, which were connected by thin paths that wound their way to the glittering shoreline, while also offering unrestricted views for the esteemed guests. Of the surf and sands, yes, but also of the lower habs, which were all reserved for the residents of the resort.

Moomas.

Lorrin glared down at the hab below. The patio was blatantly visible, as was the alien lounging in a seat like half an egg turned on its side. The smooth white substance hovered on an antigrav belt an inch above the ground, and among its rich purple cushions reclined the mooma.

It was no surprise they were so famous across space. Beautiful didn't do her justice. She was perfection in feminine form. Almost an exaggeration of it, like some overzealous genemodder, only all natural. She was all but naked, baring her full green curves to the fading light. Her hair was a mane of fiery red spilling about the violet pillows. Her face was both matronly and ageless. Mature yet unblemished and seemingly filled with wisdom and confidence.

Despite loathing everything about her, Lorrin couldn't help but watch her. His eyes tracing over the figure, lingering on the crude pasties that barely covered her nipples and a third delicately masking her pussy. Who could resist her?

No one, of course.

And Lorrin intended to prove it.

Even as he watched he heard the screen door below open. The mooma sat up and smiled as a young human man walked into the open. He was only dressed in a pair of latex trunks that clung to his body, masking nothing to the point he may as well be nude. Fit, trim, well muscled, Lorrin grimaced. He recognized the other man as the heir to a major interstellar shipping megacorp, out on vacation after graduation. He'd come down in the same shuttle as Lorrin, and while Lorrin had dodged the resort moomas eager to welcome their guests, the young heir had been easily swept up by the buxom beauties.

"Clark," the mooma breathed, rolling lazily onto her side as he came up to her. "There you are. I was wondering if you were going to leave me alone all day."

"Never, Mazia," Clark said, breathless worship in every word.

The mooma smiled in warm affection, reaching up and drawing him down. Clark went eagerly, bending over the gorgeous alien and kissing her. She hummed in pleasure, her huge green breasts squashing against the human as she drew him into the hoverbed, which bobbed before its antigrav engine adjusted.

Their hands roamed over each other. But while his were eager, almost feverish in their motions as their lips locked and kissed, hers were confident. Slow. Stroking him in ways that made Clark twitch and buck, helplessly enjoying her playful touch. Her hands gliding over his ass, squeezing it as she pulled him against her fertile curves.

Their lips broke, Clark panting like he'd just run a marathon. "Sweetie," Mazia breathed, petting his cheek fondly. "Such a good boy."

"Th-thank you, Miss Mazia."

"You're so very welcome, my darling. But I'm afraid you've gotten me a bit worked up."

Lorrin scoffed silently. She looked utterly relaxed. Clark on the other hand was all but humping her like a randy dog.

"S-sorry, Miss," the heir panted.

"Shhh. Don't be sorry, my sweet thing. I just can't help myself when I'm around you. But you must take responsibility for this, don't you think?"

"Yes. Yes! Yes, Miss Mazia."

"Good boy."

Lorrin watched as the mooma lazily planted her hands on his shoulders, pushing the soon-to-be CEO down her body. Clark kissed every inch as he went, adoring the heavy softness of her breasts, the tautness of her tummy, until he found himself kneeling at the bottom of the hover bed, crouched between the mooma's green thighs. Her legs rose, wrapping around his head with shocking flexibility and tugging him down towards her delta, where the pasty glowed over the delicate lips of her pussy like the target at a laz range.

"Make me moan, sweet thing," the mooma purred. "Make Miss Mazia happy."

"Yes, Miss," Clark whispered huskily, peeling the pasty off, and Lorrin actually saw a shudder work through the other man as Mazia's pussy came into view. As he inhaled its scent like an obsessive.

No.

An addict.

Clark whimpered in joy as the mooma's legs pulled him in, burying his face in her folds. He moaned, instantly beginning to lick her out, his hands grasping her hips as he got to work.

"Ohhhhh yesssss," Mazia sighed softly, her head going back, the mane of her red hair a halo around her as one of her hands touched Clark's head, urging him deeper. Her other hand cupped the immense globe of her breast, lazily bouncing and squeezing it. "Good boy. Ah. Such a good... good boy..."

Clark shuddered, moaning under her praise, redoubling his efforts at licking out the mooma beneath him. Even though he expected it, Lorrin was still stunned by the sight. When he'd seen the other man on the shuttle not even four days ago, Clark had been swaggering, cocksure and talking about how much he was going to enjoy showing 'those aliens' a fun time. A far cry from the obedient, adoring creature locked between the mooma's thighs as she rode his tongue towards her inevitable orgasm.

"Yes. Oh yessss," Mazia moaned, her soft lips parted, her hips working, the bed bobbing with the motions like a ship in a storm. "Keep going. Such a... ah... a good boy. A good boy. Oh, oh Clark. I love you. I love you! Love... love... love y-youuuuu!"

She came, crying out in ecstasy, shuddering beneath her plaything as Clark groaned in delight, all but sucking on her pussy in order to capture every drop of her essence, but only smearing it across his handsome face.

Mazia loosened her legs and laughed throatily at the sight of him. "Mmm. What a good boy I have," she cooed, reaching out and drawing him in towards herself. "You deserve a reward, sweet thing."

"Th-thank you, Mazia," he gasped.

"Of course, darling. And I know just what you want."

She drew him up and to the immense green globe of her breast. Clark's eyes were utterly transfixed as one of her fingers peeled the pasty off her nipple, revealing the puffy, thick bud, already beading with something pearly white.

"O-oh, Mazia," Clark whimpered.

"Go on," she purred, drawing him closer. "Have a taste."

He did, and with gusto. Clark's lips latched onto her nipple and began adoringly suckling. Mazia cooed, stroking his hair, even as her other hand slid along his back, hooked a finger into the strip of fabric he wore, and tugged it down.

Clark groaned, body undulating, and though Lorrin couldn't see it, he knew the young man was rubbing his cock against the alien's slick pussy. With a jolt of his hips, Clark buried himself within the woman beneath him.

"Ohhhh!" Clark cried around her nipple. "Love... love you, Mazia. Love... Love you!"

"I know, sweetie. I know," Mazia cooed, easing his face back onto her nipple, cradling him there as Clark rutted and suckled atop her, utterly dwarfed by the curvy beauty beneath him, who smiled lovingly down at him.

And gave a knowing glance up.

Lorrin flinched at the mooma's gaze and forced himself away from the balcony, though the sound of the pair's lovemaking followed him through the glass door and back into his room. He grimaced. He knew better than to watch. He knew that moomas were up to something. They'd become absolutely ubiquitous among the upper echelons of the corporate world. Never in the limelight, but always near. Advisors. Secretaries. Personal assistants. It seemed like every man of power and influence had a green woman nearby at all times.

There was more afoot, and he knew what. That it was a conspiracy. An insidious effort to undermine humanity among the stars. A shadow cabal taking control of every sector that ensured human security among the stars.

But not for long.

A blink on his side table drew him towards the data pad that lay there. He lifted the screen and switched it on. A smile lit his face when he saw the encrypted code. Finally!

"About time, Director," he said as he switched it on.

"

Sorry

," the distorted voice replied from several systems away. "

The encryption of the resorts comms are better than we thought. I can only imagine what kind of security they got down there

."

Lorrin laughed as he sat down. "You'd be disappointed. I can go almost anywhere on this island. These moomas don't even lock their doors. Hell, I've gotten invited to visit more than a few."

"

You said almost

?"

Lorrin grinned and leaned in, dropping his voice though there was no risk of being overhead. He'd swept the room for bugs when he first landed. "There is one part of the island that's off limits. Unless you're escorted by a mooma. They say it's a specialty spa reserved only for moomas and their guests, but I know better. It's where they finish the brainwashing. It has to be!"

"

Do you have proof

?"

Lorrin smirked. "I'll be getting it tonight."

"

Excellent. Find out how they're doing it, Lorrin. Find out how they're brainwashing people, and the Movement will finally be able to strike against them. Those green witches won't be able to hide for long

."

"You can count on me."

"

Good luck, Lorrin. For the Movement

."

"For the Movement," he echoed.

The feed died and Lorrin closed the pad. He grinned, easing back in his chair, hands pillowing the back of his head as he stared at the ceiling, taking a moment to relish the thought. When he had his evidence, it would throw out every lie the moomas told. It would destroy their shadow government, and return the destiny of humanity into their own hands.

And it had taken a lot of work. A hell of a lot of work, requiring more than a few forgeries, blackmail, and even cosmetic surgery. Moomas took their offworld security very seriously. No surprise, considering their little paradise was the favourite retreat of the rich, powerful, young and stupid. But he'd done it. And soon, it would all be worth it.

"I'll bring it all down," he muttered to himself. "And finish them!"

He relished that thought a moment more. That feeling of impending vindication. Then he shook it off and stood back up. Time to get moving. He pulled his bag out from under his bed and turned it upside down, the plasteel covering shining in the low light of evening. He hit the hidden mechanism under the side and the secret panel hissed open, revealing the black nanofiber bodysuit beneath.

Lorrin shed his clothes and slipped into the suit, the sleek black material clinging to his body perfectly, shimmering faintly with screen scrambling nodes. Every stitch a meticulous piece of infiltration hardware. He'd be all but invisible to cameras, and his own stealth skills would handle the rest. He blinked, allowing his cybernetic sensors to come alive in his eyes, formerly disguised as standard augmetics. He pulled up the hood over his face, painting him totally black like a void in reality, the mesh suit adhering to him like a second skin, connecting to the access port in the base of his neck and down his spine, reacting to his mental commands. A shimmer coursed over it, mimicking the background, rendering him less than a ghost.

Perfect.

He went out by the balcony, ignoring the sound of fucking coming from below. Seemed Mazia wasn't done. Nor would she be until late into the night. Well, that was fine. One less mooma wandering around. He hopped down from the rail and into the foliage without making a sound.

And then he was off.

He kept to the shadows of the jungle, and was again gratified that the moomas let their paradise grow wild. Not that he was surprised. Just getting down to the planet was almost impossible. The gear he'd managed to smuggle in had already been pushing it, and he wasn't even sure where the planet was. Moomas kept their secrets well, but not for long.

Like a shadow he glided through the island's hab blocks and jungle. Several times when moving along one of the buildings he heard telltale moans and saw shadowy figures moving behind the windows. Few guests were getting much sleep tonight. But if that kept more moomas occupied, that was fine with him. Stars, he couldn't wait to get this job done with and leave this planet far behind.

He soon reached the outskirts of the resort's central control hub. It lay dead in the center of the island, led to by several walkways. Its external structure was a marble white dome that rose out of the rocky cliffs of the island, inaccessible on foot for a single path to the front doors.

He'd considered trying to hack through the front security systems and enter that way, but though the moomas kept security light over the island, the control center was a different story. He'd often walked by it on his casual strolls, and noted state of the art sensor arrays, security drones, and more. And though his suit could fool cameras and the naked eye to some degree, he would only trust it so far.

Fortunately, an alternate entrance had presented itself to him

As he slipped among the branches of another palm tree he looked up at the shimmering field that surrounded the dome. It was only visible at night, but that shield would keep out even a salvo from a Therax warship. He squinted, and through the shimmer he spotted a balcony overlooking the sea. Near as he could figure, that was some administrator's office, and as good an entry point as any.

Lorrin touched the naked stone of the cliff, his suit's suction pads adhering smoothly to the rock. With care he began to scale the rock face, trusting in his suit's innate camouflage tech to hide him on the very slim chance that someone happened to look up.

Soon enough he reached the humming shimmer of the shield. Pausing, He pushed a hand into a pocket and pulled out a field splitter. Setting up the two prongs on the cliff, he pressed the activator, and grinned as the splitter slid its arms into the barrier, buzzing as it overrode the shield's field and parted it like a curtain, forming a hole in the defence.

"Perfect," he murmured as he crawled through the break and continued up the cliff.

He slowed as he reached the point where the raw rock made way to pristine white stone. Moving along it, he reached the edge of a balcony. He listened intently, but even his enhanced hearing didn't pick up a sound. He pushed a little higher and peered over the ledge.

He was looking at a balcony much like the one on his hab, although the glass door leading inside was tinted a strange, shimmering red, black and pink. Climbing up onto the ledge, he scanned the floor, spectrum fields washing over his eyes with every blink.

Ah, there. He knew it. An ultraviolet sensor field all over the ground, made to respond to any break in it. Clever, but not clever enough. He tapped his belt, activating the low grav generator and delicately pushed himself across, floating over the balcony.

He reached the glass and touched it, but his suit didn't detect any security systems. He blinked, activating a heat sensor vision, but other than some lamps and outlets, he couldn't see anything or anyone remarkable inside.

Aside from the familiar heat glow of a data node.

He grinned and slid his fingers along the seam of the door. The automated lock responded to his suit's hacking touch and deactivated with a click, allowing him to slide the door open

The room beyond was nondescript but comfortable. A soft lounge seat filled the corner and more of the rounded, white tables and lamps that defined mooma architecture decorated here and there. His eyes trailed over to the desk where a computer access station sat, and he gently pushed himself through the air and towards it.

He glided through without a sound, then hooked a hand on the desk to halt his passage, swinging him around behind it.

Too late did he hear the soft beep of a hidden pressure pad under his fingers. Not even his enhanced reflexes could save him as the burst of electricity seared through his nerves and veins in a white flash of agony. He convulsed, his suit tightening reflexively, his cybernetics shorting out, vision flickering and earpiece filling his head with a mechanical scream.

His antigrav belt died, and the world spun as he fell heavily to the plush carpet. Darkness rushed in, and he knew no more.

#

Lorrin jolted back to awareness with a shock. His eyes flew open and he tried to move, but found it impossible.

He blinked, trying to still the hammering of his heart. He took in the room at a glance. Plain, almost blindingly white walls surrounded him. He was lying down in an oval shaped bed that propped him up on a comfortable angle. Less comfortable was the subtle buzz of hardlight cuffs binding his wrists and ankles to the bed like neon green bands. He was also, it was impossible to miss, utterly naked.

He blinked again to try and activate his cybernetics, but nothing happened. They'd been disabled.

Not good.

He mentally attempted to activate any of his augmetics, but nothing. Shit. He did, however, feel the hypodermic micro nerve injector in his finger. Not electrical, so it must have been missed when they scanned him. A handy suicide tool, or possible weapon.

His eyes roamed around the room, then stopped dead. A table off to the side had his gear meticulously laid out on it. They were keeping his things here? Were they insane? Or just that confident he couldn't escape?

He relaxed a bit. He'd been careless, but so had the moomas. He wasn't totally helpless. He grinned. He still had options.

A hiss drew his attention as a door across from him sank into the wall and slid open. A mooma stepped through it, and just the sight of her made his heart leap and cock thicken and twitch despite his loathing.

She was bigger than any other mooma he'd seen, and if possible even more busty. Her red hair was woven into a pyramid of rolls about her head like some carnal idol, and she was utterly naked but for a pair of pasties on her nipples and a loincloth sliding between her thighs. A number of strange glowing blue tattoos marked her skin, gliding down her arms while others laced around her in curling patterns, radiating from just beneath her belly button and above her mound.

She smiled, her violet eyes lidded yet bright. An aura of authority and power radiating off her. In an instant, Lorrin realized that this was a mooma unlike any other he'd seen. He and others in the Movement had long theorized what the mooma hierarchy was. He'd always leaned towards there being some sort of queen of a hive.

Seemed like he was right.

"You're awake," the queen mooma said, her voice sonorous and gentle, and despite his revulsion Lorrin felt those tones tingles through him from the follicles of his hair to the tips of his toes.

"Wh-what is this?" he demanded, deciding to play dumb for now. "What am I doing here? Is this any way to treat a guest!"

"A guest? Goodness no," the mooma said as she approached, moving with such grace he suspected she was using an antigrav device. She must have been to lift those immense breasts. "But an intruder? I think that's reasonable."

"Intruder?" he said. "I'm sure I don't-"

"Shh," she said, stroking his head, which made him both recoil and shudder in excitement. "No more games, human. No need for them. Having a man so loaded with illegal cybernetics steal into my private office doesn't leave much room for doubt."