You may have seen that I am now writing stories when I get a request for a commission. Here’s my longest story so far- the idea was commissioned and it was so involving and fascinating that it turned into a much longer story than originally intended, and completely sexy!
Whenever I make the longer stories there is no additional charge, I simply send all that hot kinky sex to the commissioner and then get working on more naughty stuff! I will be posting this in installments, one per week. If you’d like the next installment before the week is up, you can donate 3$ to my PayPal account and I will post the next part right away and follow up on the planned date with the part after that.
The theme of this story is that three astronauts land on a planet where dogs are the dominant species and then are enslaved by their horny canine masters. Enjoy!
In the large front window of the space ship Destiny was a sight like no other. A beautiful planet, largely blue but shot through with electric green and splashes of turquoise was taking up almost the entire view. The atmosphere was so clear that the crew of Destiny would have thought there was no atmosphere and thus no gravity if not for their ship keeling toward the planet, ever so lightly pulled despite its own engines.
The three astronauts on board had been traveling for several months and were ready to land anywhere that offered safe harbor. They had been sent to explore Alpha Centurion, a planet similar to their own Earth but by the time the ship got close enough to actually observe the planet their ship’s mechanized systems had already run toxicity reports and warned them to steer clear.
When trying to head back to Earth they had unexpectedly passed too close to a supernova, nearly getting destroyed as the star exploded and sent them careening and untellable distance into the void of outer space with every monitor displaying a reading off the chart, something that left the ship’s computer so badly confused that they felt there was no hope of navigating back home. Now they simply sought safe harbor.
With a crew of only three, it was sure to be a lonely future. Brandy had spent most of the trip since the supernova rocking back and forth in her seat, staring out the window and twisting a strand of her long black hair around one finger again and again, her ice blue eyes clouded over with sadness as she turned the situation over in her mind again and again, wishing that she had done anything but become an astronaut.
The other female crew member, Sally, was a perky redhead. Much shorter than Brandy, she nevertheless had a stronger constitution. It was her who suggested that they keep looking for any habitable planet when Brandy and the sole man on board, Eric, were cursing and desperately punching controls into the computer’s navigation system that only lead to error messages. Now she sat beside the forlorn Brandy, rubbing her friend’s hand and trying to comfort her in any way possible.
Eric was standing, too stressed and full of nervous energy to bother sitting down. He remembered being a teenager and wishing to be the only man on the planet, surrounded by beautiful women. Now that he was facing that reality, it was hard to muster up any excitement. Not that the girls weren’t hot; they were. Brandy had the long, long legs he loved to see on a woman, especially wearing heels. He could imagine her legs wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he pounded away at her, leaning forward to rest his head against her large breasts. He was no expert at guessing bra size or anything but surely they had to be Ds at least, if not double Ds.
Sally though, Sally was something else. She was short with those big, green eyes. When she looked up at him and wrinkled her little freckled nose in regard to some teasing remark he made it always reminded him of the girls in his high school, thinking they were so mature but still just a young woman with more attitude than experience. He would love to have some time alone with her, banter back and forth while he had his way with her. She seemed the type to enjoy some kinky stuff. Probably would be into bondage or something like that.
Destiny had been slowly drifting closer on autopilot and as it reached critical distance an alarm sounded, signaling the crew members to begin steering the ship. Eric went to his station at the head of the cockpit, punching in numbers on the control panel and adjusting their trajectory. At that point Sally pulled Brandy up by the hand, leading her to the gear they would need to wear during landing. Eric had already been fully suited but the two women had been lounging around in their tank tops and thin cotton pants, preferring comfort over duty now that there was no mission to accomplish and no one to report back to.
“Here goes nothing,” Eric said into his mouthpiece as he aimed lower, preparing for a crash landing among the foliage of their strange new planet.
* * *
The next morning, all three crew members awoke with the sun. When the ship had landed the night before only darkness could be seen through the windows. Realizing it must be night they had elected to remain within the relative safety of the ship until there was better visibility. They had no idea what kind of creatures lived on this planet or even if there were any animals at all. Supposing there were, any number of dangers might lurk out there and they did not want to take unnecessary risks.
Sally was the first to venture out, her bangs sticking up in all directions from the uneasy sleep she’d had. Brandy was sticking close to her side like a lost puppy, wanting to be close to the only comfort she had left now that everything she had ever known was lost to her forever.
Eric followed the two of them, unable to keep his eyes from their asses and swaying hips as they led the way out. Once on alien ground he was able to smoothly and seamlessly switch to business mode, which in this case meant survival.
Walking around the ship in a circle, he pointed his signal flares in front of him, hoping that the heat and brief flames would offer him some protection if anything dangerous did show up.
What he saw was no danger, simply trees and bushes and flowers that looked much like those on Earth. He was relieved to note that there seemed to be many parallels between the colors of the plants and their overall shapes. He knew enough basic biology to say that they should probably avoid the scrubby little plants with curled, greenish-red leaves and that the purple and blue berries growing in the ivy on the bases of the trees were probably edible.
“Guys, come here,” he called out to Sally and Brandy, who were still close to the entrance of Destiny, examining the soil and seeing if there were bugs or any other sort of life forms to give them an idea of what type of course evolution had taken here.
Their footfall came rapidly and he heard from their labored breathing that they were rushing to his ‘rescue’.
“Sorry you two,” Eric called out as soon as they were within eyesight, “I didn’t mean to startle you, I just wanted to show you some of these plants. We’ve got edible berries, that much is almost certain. See how they’re growing in clusters rather than individually, and they’re almost like little raspberries or something? And this plant with the reddish tones, don’t eat that one. Might not want to have it rubbing your bare skin if you can help it either. Colors like that usually signal danger or at least unfriendliness, if you could attribute that to a plant.”
“Alright, whatever Mr. fucking Naturalist,” Brandy said bitterly, “you had us scared to death! Now you think we‘re worried about some goddamn plants?”
Eric sighed and shook his head. “We’ve already discussed our options. Unless we need to leave, we stay here. This is the only remotely hospitable place we’ve found. If we are staying here then you’re not doing yourself any favor by not learning these things but what the hell, find out for yourself what is and isn’t food but don’t bitch to me if you get sick or poison yourself.”
At that Brandy burst into tears, running back into Destiny. Sally grimaced. Eric looked at her until she met his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment before looking away. “Sorry, you know we’re all going through a lot. I’m sure it wasn’t personal, Brandy just doesn’t seem like she can really handle this.”
“Tell me about it,” Eric grumbled. “I would’ve said I couldn’t either, if anyone asked me back home but when your only options are keep going or die, you don’t really have a choice.”
“I understand,” Sally said, her green eyes filled with compassion. “I hope that things work out okay, for all of our sakes. Don’t worry Eric, whatever happens I am not giving up. I’m not going to let some shitty planet be the end of me.”
Those were the first truly hopeful words she had said all day, and Eric appreciated being there to hear them. He put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “Me too. I’m here to help you out, kiddo.”
She playfully slapped him away. “Oh cut it out Eric, you don’t get to call me that anymore. What am I, the second oldest person on this planet?”
Both of them laughed at that, grateful for the little bit of humor in their day. Feeling somewhat invigorated, they headed back to the door of the Destiny, ready to go see Brandy and try to boost her morale as well.