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."