The Mothers Ship
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Adult +
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The Mothers Ship
The muthering ship
by Urth Angel
You require verbalised names, let it be so. Idents at this stage Howard, Valusia, Pearl. Colour schemes triune : full human this time round ; vivid viridian with dark chromatophores ; rippling pastel hues and a daintily mottled clamback. Theirs was deemed a proof of concept mission. The concept of a 'green' but 'dirty' bomb is exquisite - the re-usability cames about through the use of a substance which maintained a relative cohesion amongst the 'hot' aftermath. Of course bots did the recycling per se, out there gathering in the explosive residue of whatever isotopic compound resulted on any particular occasion (some elements were relatively stable). Reaping sufficient material for the next phase might, if they were lucky, only take months. Mostly it took on the order of years. Which gave openings for a cropful of 'Now' moments.
When Howard made love with Valusia it felt like a cross between intercourse and manual manipulation. Her body drew him in past the balls, her vaginal sac milking him as he lay within the ante-chamber to her womb. The pairing often lasted several hours. No hurry to the mating of persons. As he lay in the afterglow one of Valusia's suckered arms swept inside Valusia for hir share of the spermatazoan mix. Then the thick muscular tongue of a suckerless pair entered the beloved, the cilia tickling their lady's fancy until her eyes rolloed round once more in sweet ecstasy. "Come, come, my love." As Howard's virility rose again he took Pearl while the juice ran down. Once her congery of eggs was fertilised he withdrew and softly clipped into Valusia from behind. As he dived this way and that the unit soared in further pleasures, his tongue grazing Valusia's shell-like as her tiny flickering tongues tasted for completion, Pearl delving deep and full.
Fathers two, mothers two, persons three. One dissolving into none. Now plus future crew. Satres, Chitra, Ananta. An ever-spinning wheel.
by Urth Angel
You require verbalised names, let it be so. Idents at this stage Howard, Valusia, Pearl. Colour schemes triune : full human this time round ; vivid viridian with dark chromatophores ; rippling pastel hues and a daintily mottled clamback. Theirs was deemed a proof of concept mission. The concept of a 'green' but 'dirty' bomb is exquisite - the re-usability cames about through the use of a substance which maintained a relative cohesion amongst the 'hot' aftermath. Of course bots did the recycling per se, out there gathering in the explosive residue of whatever isotopic compound resulted on any particular occasion (some elements were relatively stable). Reaping sufficient material for the next phase might, if they were lucky, only take months. Mostly it took on the order of years. Which gave openings for a cropful of 'Now' moments.
When Howard made love with Valusia it felt like a cross between intercourse and manual manipulation. Her body drew him in past the balls, her vaginal sac milking him as he lay within the ante-chamber to her womb. The pairing often lasted several hours. No hurry to the mating of persons. As he lay in the afterglow one of Valusia's suckered arms swept inside Valusia for hir share of the spermatazoan mix. Then the thick muscular tongue of a suckerless pair entered the beloved, the cilia tickling their lady's fancy until her eyes rolloed round once more in sweet ecstasy. "Come, come, my love." As Howard's virility rose again he took Pearl while the juice ran down. Once her congery of eggs was fertilised he withdrew and softly clipped into Valusia from behind. As he dived this way and that the unit soared in further pleasures, his tongue grazing Valusia's shell-like as her tiny flickering tongues tasted for completion, Pearl delving deep and full.
Fathers two, mothers two, persons three. One dissolving into none. Now plus future crew. Satres, Chitra, Ananta. An ever-spinning wheel.