Milo didn't know what hit him.
Oh, right. A planet.
Three months and nineteen days after the day Milo had gone crazy, as had been happening regularly for the past two weeks, Earth time, a sleek black pod blasted down from the stratosphere and rocketed towards the surface. Here, in the verified atmosphere breathable by humans, the shield casing around Milo's hijacked pod engaged it's final activity in its lifetime. The side panels on the four reinforced support struts that adjoined the top cap to the bottom cap that made up the external generator system blew open, revealing compressed parachutes. With a whump, four adjoined chutes shot open above the pod like a blooming flower. Dramatically the pod slowed. Now, in the bottom cap, the half of the external shielding facing the ground, a small network of micro thrusters engaged. These began to take the weight of the entry and right the human carrying pod. It wobbled, but steadied, and by the time it reached the surface of the planet, it was totally under control.
With cool efficiency, the automated thrusters ensured the pod was level, brought it to a complete halt about ten feet of the ground, and then disengaged. With a crash, the pod slammed into the soft grassy soil and remained there, the base dug several inches into the ground, thus holding itself upright. Now the pod began it's work. First it began to assess the surrounding area, checking oxygen, soil makeup, toxicity, water sources, food sources and everything else. Once it was assured that the planet was safe for it's occupant, the shield casing disengaged the shielding. With a fizz an invisible screen shimmered and disappeared from around the capsule. Then the four supporting pylons cracked and shot away from the pod, ejecting itself from it so that the pod itself stood freely, sitting in the cup that the lower shield generator made. Inside, it began the repriming sequence. A series of soft beeps and whistles echoed about inside as various screens and dialogues flashed up on the window before the unconscious face of Milo.
Milo was dreaming. He was running, hard. He was moving faster than ever before. Three guards were shooting deadly blisters - bullets that carried a neurotoxin that seeped into the skin and fried the brain slowly, starting with the parts that control lying and secrecy - a tool perfect for questioning a prisoner before that prisoner dies of "unknown" causes - and they were missing him by inches. One cracked against his shoe and the force of it knocked his foot painfully into the ground, disrupting his running and making him stumble. It didn't help that a girl, a beautiful white skinned female with glorious breasts and cute freckles on her face, a face with a sexy pointed little foxy nose and, bizarrely, two small fangs jutting from where her canines would be, was clinging to him, one arm around his neck and her legs around his hips, her other hand plunged into his pants and massaging his length, milking him, coaxing him to carry on, to keep going.
The girl was small, about 5' 4, with two fluffy little ears jutting from the top of her head. She looked like a human cat, not the ridiculous anime cats kinky tight-cunted little Japanese girls used to dress up as in the Freedom era of the 21 century, but a human like cat. Something about her flowing curly red hair, her little cat ears, her pointy nose and little canines and her freckly face made her absolutely adorable. She also knew in total clarity how the male body works, as her fingers expertly swirled around his meat, tenderly massaging his tip and coaxing cum onto her fingers. More bizarre about her though was her visibility. She was... See through. Crazy as it was, Milo could see through her. It was like someone had turned her opacity down to half. Yet he still carried her weight, or some of it, and her hand still massaged his member professionally under her control.
Milo was running for a pod. He had to get to their planet, had to get himself to them. She wouldn't let him go, she needed him, wanted him, he wanted her... She was here now, making him come, and making him cum. Somehow she had visited him and now she had him in her hands, was tenderly loving him, and he couldn't resist her. He had to be hers. Her eyes glowing a bright blue that shone in the darkness, Milo pounded towards the conveyor of pods and swung himself into one. Within seconds he saw the shield casing clamp around him and his ghostly female companion before him, her body pressed into his, her breasts firm against his chest, her hands plunged into his pants. She used both fists and pumped on him. A rumbling started that shook them both crazily in the cabin. Her back was pressed against the glass, and his into the shaped cabin. As the rumbling increased she tore her pants away and he tore her shirt back, grasping the ghostly breasts and kneading them. They felt absolutely glorious. she moaned a cute, high pitched meow and pried her cunt open, dripping and soaked with cum. She held his length out and maneuvered herself onto it. In seconds she was rocking her hips in circular motions back and forth, up and down his length, her breasts tightly clasped in his hands.
The pod blasted out into space.
Milo was temporarily dazed. He gazed out, starstruck. My god, he breathed. It was beautiful. Stars surrounded him. Everywhere he looked was a glowing, burning point of light. The Milky Way stretched off before him, a glorious colored arm of light. Slowly, as though in a dream, his eyes focused on what was before him and he found himself gazing dreamily right into the glowing blue eyes of the cat like girl before him. Hazily, mesmerized by the intricacies of her eyes, he realized that, in the rocking and bumping, he had cum. His cock still pumped here and there, and when it did he felt her clenching around it. She was sucking it, absorbing it, seeping it all up with her tight little cunt. Her back was arched, her butt pressed against the glass, her chest pressed against him, her chin on his. He gazed into her beautiful bottomless eyes and lost all thought, drifting deeper into them as their lips met and soft pillows of ecstasy soothed his whole being and seduced him into total calm. He drifted into sleep as easily as he drifted into her eyes, all the while drifting deeper into space.
He was coming.
Coming for her.
No one could change that now.
Milo roused from his dream slowly. He was groggy, tired. His eyes wouldn't open; something bright was on the other side of them. Slowly he felt his body not respond to him, then, eventually, begrudgingly reply. Eventually his arms and legs started to respond and his eyes cracked open. After some time to get accustomed to the light, Milo saw lush green vegetation around him. Big, happy trees stood proudly before him and long damp grass was all around. Flowers of every kind yet none that Milo had seen before grew in thick patches.
Was this... Heaven?
