These characters and this setting have been in my mind for a while, just begging to come out. It may be a series, or maybe just a hot one-time thing. We'll see.
Also, please look for the attached picture/drawing I made for it. If it's not in the story text, it's in with my submitted pictures. Hope you like it as well. Enjoy.
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BattleBikes
BattleBikes were a mix of technology from all cultures and races, fitted with weaponry, or modified for speed and agility. Courses were set to allow smarter riders to use tactics and strategy to outwit their opponents, or simply load their vehicles down with enough high-end weaponry to blast them to atoms. Some bikes were purely defensive or designed with shield systems to withstand punishment. Some were fitted with ablative armor, or stealth tech. The limitations on size, weight, and lethality were governed by a commission formed of several races, but the only real rule that existed was kill, or be killed. It was the ultimate test of skill.
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Kaylen awoke with a jolt, startled out of her slumber by a crash in the garage adjacent to her module. After a close loss in her most recent race only a day before, she had spent hours in the hangar tinkering with her bike, trying to work out how she'd lost her position on the last lap and very nearly her life as well. As she sat up in bed, alerted by the disturbance, she reached for the heavy metal spanner on her night stand, throwing off her covers and making her way to the source of the noise that had woken her.
Kaylen was human, a third generation futanari; born and bred for combat in the outer rim conflicts. She had served in three campaigns in her life and knew how to fight. Futas were exceptional at that. With heightened reflexes, stronger muscle fiber, and much more stamina than a typical earth human, futanari were highly considered to be the next step in the evolution of the species. In appearance, Kaylen was a young human female, with short cut strawberry blonde hair, freckles, and the budding body of a teenager. Her perfectly rounded ass, firm perky breasts, and girlish face and smile left her beauty without question, but her bad girl attitude, wicked nature, and the heavy cock and balls between her thighs defined her most. She loved to fight, drink, and fuck, and whoever had been stupid enough to invade the sanctity of her hangar was about to learn she was far from the adorable pixie she appeared to be.
Storming into the garage, Kaylen snapped on the lights, powering up the impact spanner in her hand and causing an arc of blue light to snap back and forth between its prongs. She was clad only in a pair of white cotton panties that hugged her perfect rear, the retro Hello Kitty design on the back stretched across her world class ass, and the front straining to contain her fat dick and grapefruit sized balls.
"Who's there?!" Kaylen roared. "What do you want written on your tombstone!?"
Slowly, from behind Kaylen's half disassembled bike, a pair of green hands rose into the air, a figure behind them in a pose of surrender. Kaylen at once recognized the large almond eyes and smooth bald head of her intruder, two expressive antennae protruding from her forehead drooping forward in a show of submission. She knew that long lovely neck, those small shoulders, and those large beautiful tits barely confined to a black mylar vest. The embarrassed look on her visitor's face was one she had seen many times before as well.
"Ori!" Kaylen spoke with confused frustration. "I could have bashed in your skull. What the hell are you doing sneaking around in the middle of the night? We broke up. You told me you were leaving on the next shuttle."
Ori stepped out from behind Kaylen's bike, lowering her hands and tucking them behind her back as she looked down at her feet abashedly. She was wearing Earther jeans that conformed to her attractive hips and thighs, and a pair of grav boots that served little function rather than fashion.
"I didn't want you racing the Dapvarian." Ori spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was sure you were going to get yourself killed. He won his last four races by annihilating the other riders, and you were bound and determined to beat him. I thought if I threatened to leave, you might back out. I didn't want to lose you."
Kaylen laid her spanner aside on a workbench as she approached her ex-lover. She stopped before the pretty green skinned Orion and reached out, bringing her eyes up to meet her own with a finger at her chin. The look in Kaylen's eyes was one of concern and hurt, but she couldn't keep the ghost of a smile from showing as well.
"The money was too good to pass up." Kaylen spoke, stepping in closer to Ori and sliding a hand around her bare midriff into the small of her back. "Just surviving paid enough to cover the mods I have in mind for the bike and our next five races. I bought a shuttle ticket as well. I was going to find you on the station tomorrow before any flights left. You don't really think I would let you get away from me that easily."
"You were? You wouldn't?" Ori asked, searching her lover's eyes with hope.
"You think I would ever let that gorgeous green ass out of my bed?" Kaylen asked, grinning as she moved in closer, brushing her nose against the featureless bump in the middle of Ori's face where she lacked a nose of her own. Kaylen slid her hand down over the curve of Ori's incredible ass, tracing her cheek and pulling her in closer, pressing their crotches together. They groaned with familiar pleasure as their endowments touched. Even separated by Ori's jeans and Kaylen's panties, their cocks knew one another and began to bulge and grow as they held each other close.
Ori couldn't keep her desire in check. Orions were legendary for their inability to ignore their strongest emotions. They were hedonistic creatures, who acted on instinct. For Ori, nothing she had ever experienced had been as intense as her love for Kaylen. From the first time her human lover had bullied her big futa cock into her ass, Ori had been obsessed. She was addicted to Kaylen's flavor, intoxicated by her attitude, and dominated by her will. She could no more leave than breath in the dead of space, which was likely why Kaylen had not taken her lover's threat seriously in the first place.
Ori groaned, bringing her hand up alongside Kaylen's face and guiding their lips together. Her wet Orion mouth searched out her human lovers own, and their tongues found one another in a sensual coupling within. Ori's tongue was much longer than Kaylen's, with a tapered tip that secreted a thick fluid that acted as a mild narcotic to humans. It tasted like cum, and Kaylen began to nurse at it as she wrapped her lips around her lovers offered treat and gulped down what she was given. Small trails of milky love trickled down her chin from the corners of her mouth as she drank deeply.
Together they worked their way out of their bottoms. Kaylen reached out to unbutton and unzip Ori's jeans as she eased them down over her hips, exposing soft lime green skin that felt like satin to the touch. Ori wriggled her hips, allowing her lower half to be set free, and slid her own hands down over Kaylen's body, removing her lover's panties to unleash the pleasure giving cock within.
Ori's vest came away with a flourish, and for a moment the two girls stood staring in awe of one another. Ori's breasts were quite a bit larger than Kaylen's, with thick midnight black nipples and fat puffy areolas. Kaylen's own tits were smaller, with tiny pink gumdrops and a dusting of freckles in the valley between them. Ori often counted the freckles on her lover's chest, comparing them to the stars. She would drag her long seeping tongue from nipple to nipple as she painted Kaylen with her oral milk.
By now both their cocks were fat and bulging with desire. Kaylen's heavy weapon was as thick as her wrist, and easily 16 inches long with a delicious banana curve. Her body at the root of her beautiful weapon was dusted with the same sweet and sexy freckles that she had across the bridge of her nose, upon her shoulders, and in all her other most adorable locations, but the length of her cock was a perfect peaches and cream color with a thick sleeve of flesh covering half her shaft. The knob and several inches of Kaylen's dick were a light pink and always wet and glistening when exposed. She had a piercing in the cum-hole of her fat apple sized bulb; a ring of shiny chrome that glinted in the dim light of the hangar.
Ori's own dick flesh was even larger than her lovers. Orions only had two sexes, and females all had sizeable endowments, but Ori's was a thing of perfection that Kaylen had grown to lust after like no other. Like Kaylen's dick, Ori's cock rose up with a gentle curve, but at the base of her shaft her green skin faded within a fingers width to a dark ebony black. Along the length of her thick flesh there were multiple ridges that drove Kaylen insane with pleasure when Ori took her ass. Her dick ended finally at a gorgeous 20 inches, the fat knob at the end of her weapon wet and dripping with pre-cum. Kaylen often just stared at the beauty of her lovers big cock, stroking it slowly with both her fists and allowing the thick sap that seeped nonstop from it's cum hole to drool down over her fingers before diving in and gobbling it up greedily with her mouth. Like the cum that Ori's mouth produced, the delicious milk that drooled from her Orion cock was intoxicating, but rather than have the effect of dulling a lover's mind, it only fueled Kaylen's lust even more. It was a drug she could never go without.