Chapter 1 - A simian affair

Talia Shard arrived at the meeting spot where she had agreed to meet her client. A bar on Selune, The place was a hole in the wall where the management did not ask any questions and the Peace Keepers did not make patrols this far out in the Outer Reaches. She came early before their arranged meeting time to scope out the place. Her client was already there seated at a table in the far corner with his back to the wall, he was practically invisible there but he could see everything. Her contact was a red scaly Besaide, a tall four limbed reptilian skinny as a rail. She had never met one she could trust. This was not starting off well. He had already started eating, raw uncooked fish, eyes and everything. She smelt it the second she walked in. Made her stomach crawl. The place was packed and the noise was nauseating making her head throb but it would drown out any unwanted eavesdroppers. She walked dressed in tight pair of denim a long sleeve black shirt under a bomber jacket, her raven black hair she kept long tied up in a bun and a blaster sat at her hip. She crossed the room, her svelte form sashaying with like catlike grace drawing the eyes of many of the men and some of the ladies in the room and sat down at the table.  “Ready to discuss business,” he said with a hint of an accent she could not place, outer colonies maybe. “Or would you like to have a drink first.”

“No, I am all set,” she said. She needed her wits about her. There was something rotten in the air. Was it the fish or something else? But something about this just did not sit well with her. The Besaide tapped a claw on the tabletop. His eyes were restless, peering over her head, darting all around between all the tables. He kept a hand hidden below the table clutching no doubt a blaster. She did not like the way the fish stared up at her, mouth agape, the big eye staring up at her. There was something she did not like about the job but the credits were more than enough to assuage her misgivings.

“I hear you are one of the best pilots in the whole system,” he said tearing a chunk out of its back and popping it into his mouth. Sucking the meat from the bones he eyed her, looking her up and down, sizing her up like she was prey.

“The best,” she corrected. Modesty got you little in her business, bravado was everything. “I have slipped through an Imperial blockade more than once,” She added.

He popped another chunk of fish and chewing slowly he said, “I had heard you were blasted out into space and spent several months stranded on some jungle rock.”

Her cheeks burned bright and her voice a sharp whisper, she hissed, “That wasn’t my fault, the whole thing was a setup and I got out. The client got his money. Nobody has ever lost-“

“Forgive me, I am sorry,” he interrupted, raising his hands apologetically. “But my client is very anxious and he wants only the very best.” He cast a worried glance up over her shoulder.

“And that’s what he is getting and now abou-“

“Would you like to try a piece of my fish, it’s fresh lazuli halibut from Zegron Prime,” he said sliding a napkin across the table. She lifted the napkin finding a small data chit. Slipping it up her sleeve she tossed the napkin back.

“No thanks, raw fish doesn’t suit my stomach.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and stood up. “I am sorry we could not come to an agreement, maybe we can make use of your services for a future engagement.” He placed a credit chit down on the table and walked off disappearing in the throng of people. Talia sat there a moment dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? She stopped a waiter and made to hand him the credit chit.

“This is for the bill,” she said.

“No, your friend had already paid in advance.” The waiter walked off leaving her alone with the credit chit. Confused she remembered the data chit, slotting it into her data pad a message reading “Meet me in Hanger B-7 and we can discuss things further.” She stood up, the table behind her had been vacated, no empty plates. Had they been watching them?  A strange sense of unease came over her. What have I gotten myself into? She gazed by down at the half-eaten fish, its one remaining eye staring back up at her. Her gut told her to take off and leave this miserable place behind and forget about this whole deal but she needed the credits too desperately to turn this job down
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The besaide sat on a small plasti-metal crate waiting for her up beside a small starship. “I’m glad you decided to come, forgive me for my abrupt departure but I felt there some unwelcome eavesdroppers listening in on our conversation. Your assignment is the delivery of cargo to the science lab of Harold B. Arquis in New Heart City on Taligradis.” It could be her imagination but there was something different about him, something she could not quite put her finger on, her gut twisted into another knot.

“That’s in the Inner Courts, it will be crawling with Peace Keepers,” she said. Just what in the world would she be smuggling if her destination was the Inner Courts? 

“You said you were the best, something like this would be simple. An easy in and out job but we can just as easily want someone would be willing to take on the job.” He started to walk away.

“I never said I wouldn’t do the job, it is just going to cost more.”

“Money is no obstacle.” His face was cool betraying nothing.

She did not like that slimy answer, too easy too pleasant. She was used to fighting for money. He was hiding something. “Good, now what is my cargo?” she asked.

He stood up and pressed a button on the crate. The plates hissed and slid revealing a small simian creature behind a row of metal bars. The creature was covered in thick brown fur save for its hands, feet and face. Its brown furry head reached up just past her knees. It threw itself at the bars baring its large set of teeth, spitting globs of spittle coating her legs and thighs with warm saliva.

“Cute,” she said taking a step back.

“He’s quite the little charmer.” The Besaide said. She did not know why but gazing down at it she felt a strange tingle down in her nethers and by the dangling knob between its legs she knew it was a he.

“What the hell is it?”

“Some kind of monkey, vat-grown in a lab, something similar to the creatures said to be on Old Terra. Chimpanzees, I think they are called.”

“Grown in a lab? What am I getting involved with?”

“You aren’t getting paid to know.”

“No, but to adequately do my job I do need to know who might be coming after me to retrieve the cargo.”

The Besaide grumbled pulling out a smoke-stick. ”Bio-tech,” he said lighting it. “The creature came from a bio-tech lab. Genetic engineering and who knows what else, said to be highly intelligent. Now, there was a break-in in one of their labs out on one of the moons of Fortuna. Said to be an inside job but nothing I knew about or asked about. I was then hired by a third party, a rival corp, I don’t know and I don’t want to know but they were high-end, price was no concern to them. All I was supposed to do was hire a pilot i.e. you and that is all I know and it is more than I want to know.”

Fuck, I knew this job was too good to be easy. “When do I have to leave?”

“Immediately, shadow agents dogging me for the past week-”

She grabbed him by the tie cutting him off. She wanted to kill him right then and there but there was no time. “You son of a bitch,” she snarled into his face. His face was turning blue.

“Careful now,” he wheezed, “don’- don’t do anything stupid.” The barrel of a blaster jabbed her gut. “Just relax, take it easy.” She released him and stepped back. God, how she wanted to punch him right in the nose.

“This is going to cost you double,” she snapped releasing him.

He smoothed out his clothes rearranging his tie. “Alright,” he coughed still holding the blaster. “No doubt, I certainly don’t want you coming after me when this is over," he said with a smile as slick as an oil spill. "You will find the sum on the credit chit I left at the bar.”

She scanned the chit and he was telling the truth, twenty million credits. Something still did not sit well with her, the clients usually haggled down to the very last credit. Was this whole thing a set-up, or were they just too desperate to care about the price?

“We square?” he asked. She nodded. “Good ‘cause it’s time I got the hell out of here.”

They parted ways. He stood at the ramp leading to his ship watching her go. Talia tried to put away her misgivings He felt off more so than at the bar, different almost, but there was no backing out now.


Twenty minutes later she boarded her own ship, the Jackdaw, a phoenix class starship, small and agile, perfect for her. She secured the simian in the cargo bay, outside she heard voices. A half dozen men, armed men, swarmed the hangar rushing for her ship. A voice muffled by static blared over her ship’s comm link.

“CEASE KRIZZ-SIST, THIS-KRIZZ-ORT AUTHORITY-KRIZZ-YOU ARE-KRIZZ- STOLEN PROPERTY,” a robotic voice shouted.

Ha. These clowns don’t seem like any star port security she has have ever seen. She engaged the ship’s launch thrusters. Gunfire rattled pinging off the ship’s sides. Only small arms, they would not break through the metal plating. The ship bounced off the ground and she threw down the throttle gunning it for the hangar door. Sirens sounded off throughout the hangar, yellow lights flashed. The hangar doors began to close. More men ran into the hangar this time bringing heavier firepower.

“No, you don’t,” she said through gritted teeth forcing the throttle down to the floor. The gears screamed in protest. The ship squeezed and rocketed out the hangar and soared over Luna city. Sunlight shining on metal caught her eye. Two gunships descended from above, no distinct markings or insignias but something told her they were weren’t here to play. The pulse drive wasn’t ready yet. Shit. She rolled the ship down into a nosedive. The gauges hissed dipping into the red. The gunships gave pursuit. She pulled up tucking the steering controls up to her chest and went into a barrel roll passing in between them. The Pulse Drive was primed and ready to go. She engaged the pulse drive putting the planet and those goons, whoever they were, far behind.

With light years between her and those gunships, whoever the belong to, Talia slumped back in her chair exhausted. Damn, that wasn’t fun. She punched in the coordinates for Taligradis and turned on the auto pilot. She leaned back in her chair watching the stars stretch into lights. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier started to droop, lower and lower she let a yawn and turned over and went to sleep.

She stood over the monkey in dreamy landscape where everything seemed to be shifting. The chimp lay on his back his horrid member standing at full mast pointed right up at her. Her lip curled back recoiling in disgust. And yet there was something mesmerizing about his little cock almost hynoptic in the way it twitched and moved with his gyrations. A little bead of white pre-semenial fluid oozed from the angry red head. She licked her lips, she could almost taste. She found herself on her knees her hand reached for the cock. Gingerly she touched it wrapping her fingers around the wrinkly bumpy shaft pulsating with warmth, feeling its girth. The pre-come oozed down the side dripping down her hand. She ran her hand up the shaft collecting the fluid in a great glob dangling from her finger. She brought it to her mouth. The musk was overwhelming, she stuck out her tongue

Noise rattled the wall echoing out from down the hall, yanking her from her reverie. What a strange dream.  The noise came from the cargo hold meaning it could only be one thing. She went down to the cargo hold and opened the container and came face to face with a very angry chimpanzee. All her fancy flying had the creature bouncing off the sides of his cage. It threw itself at the bars shrieking splattering her face with its saliva, rattling its cage. It watched her refasten and resealed the container. The feeling between her legs returned with a vengeance, a deep seated burning that made her weak at the knees. What the hell is causing this? She turned and looked back down at the jostling container.

She laid the container down in the scanner pod and unsealed it and quickly left the room. She initiated a deep scan to figure just what she has on her hands. The system flashed red. The thing was loaded with all kinds of enhancements, some serious high-end gear. He possessed a device embedded in his brain granting him genius level intelligence. A device that transmitted pheromones that induced a lust filled euphoria via air or shared fluid. The heat burning between her legs was now a raging inferno. She would wait in her cabin for the nanobytes in her bloodstream to counteract the pheromones. She lay down on her bed and practically tore off all of her clothes and sat down in her seat caressing her breast and she slipped a finger down in her dripping snatch. Her fluids flowed down the insides of her thighs. The feeling grew and grew sweeping into a frenzy but there was no release. She wanted it, she needed it.

Something rattled in the ducts overhead. The chimpanzee dropped down from the vent landing on the bed in front of her sporting a woody. He stood between her legs gazing up at her with a devilish gleam in his eyes. He placed his hands on her knees she shivered with a secret excitement. His hands moved up her olive toned thighs pushing her legs exposing her glistening pearl.

“No, don’t,” she murmured trying to fight the urge. This was wrong. She made to swoo him away but she couldn’t, she wanted it. His hands traveled further up, now touching her nethers. She gasped feeling a slim nimble finger slip into her waiting puss and flicked her aching bean. She convulsed, twisting and writhing she came from this beast’s hand.

“Ah, ah,” moans escaped from her mouth. She was panting like a dog in heat. Once was not enough it had only stoked the fire. She wanted more, no needed more. His cock twitched angry and red, pre-come oozing from the tip. Trembling, she bit her lip. She wanted to feel it inside her. She needed to be fucked, she needed his cock and as if sensing her need he climbed on top of her walked up her stomach past her tits and guided his cock to her mouth. She took it eagerly bobbing along the bumpy shaft tasting the bitter pre-come, eliciting coos and moans. The chimp grabbed a fistful of her tresses and shoved her head down further taking the entirety of his length. Coarse fur scratched her face and she could smell now a strong earthly scent.

The creature started to pump his hips. His furry balls slapped her chin with each thrust. Rough hands caressed and fondled her breasts the fire burning down in her loins grew stronger. He twitched inside her mouth, shuddered and threw his head back, his face twisted up in ecstasy. Is he about to?- He came, shooting rope after rope on her face, splattering over her hair, splashing across her eyes and dribbling down her chin. His balls seized and tightened.

She leaned back against the pillow lost in a sex-crazed stupor, all she could smell was his hot spunk and she wanted more, she wanted it inside. The simian leaned back sitting against her breasts using them as a pillow as he tweaked one of her nipples, his prick stood at half-mast dripping beads of come down on her chest. He slid off her smearing a trail of sperm in his wake. He went down to her legs and grabbed her by the knees and sliding his hands up her olive-toned thighs he pushed her legs open, she put no resistance, she wanted this now more than ever.

The chimp’s head hovered just above her aching pussy the wafts of his warm breath sent tingles up and back her spine. He dragged his rough tongue over the folds of her labia.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned throwing her head pressing down into the pillow. His tongue penetrated pushing her folds open. He drove it in deep rocking against her. The pressure building down there in her loins reached its breaking point. “Ah, AH, AAH,” she groaned and then he stopped.

Panting, confused she looked up at his furry face looking at her and then she felt it. His cockhead pushed against her outer folds spreading them open. Her wetness let him sink his bone and speared her up to the hilt on his prick. She came and she came like she had never come before. There was a moment where she thought that this had been all been a crazy dream.

“GAH,” She sputtered her tongue lolling out. Her brain was mush oozing out from her ears. He began to fuck now, bucking his hips wildly thrusting his cock deep inside her. She gyrated against him driving him in further. The bed creaked and groaned underneath their mating frenzy. The chimpanzee bucked his hips slamming his cock deep in her the tip stabbed at the entrance of her womb. He was relentless she could not keep up wrapping her arms around him she held him close digging her fingers in his thick fur. His balls slapped with every thrust slapped against her sending jolts up her spine.

His fucking became more frantic and frenzied. He stiffened inside her. He fucked her like a mad beast then she felt it, warm spunk flooding her womb, filling her to the brim. He collapsed on top of her, spent, his tiny head rested on her breasts panting. She lay dazed lost in bliss, unable to hold onto any real thoughts. He slipped out of her with a wet plop, wetness flowed down her ass. She watched him jump down from the bed and dash for the door and disappear around the corner. Talia lay there panting dripping with sweat, her brain wasn't working. Sleep overtook her in her post-coitus bliss.
 

She lay in an empty field the monkey stood before his cock standing erect. Cloudy beads of yellowish white semen dripped from the vermillion tip, hypnotic. Drip drip drip drip. She licked her lips, she wondered it would taste like. She crawled on her belly to the monkey waiting for her.

“I will have to change these sheets.”

Talia lay basking in the post sex glow dazed, unable to hold any thoughts, staring up at the ceiling. She sat up right finally coming to. How long have I been like this? And where is that damn monkey? The ship lurched throwing out from her bed to the hard floor. Sirens sounded off, red lights flashed.

“What the hell?” she groaned picking herself up. Opening up her bedroom’s terminal she accessed the ship’s systems. The ship was locked in a tractor beam unable to move and a party was trying to board on the portside. Pirates? In this sector? How could they have found her? All these questions would have to wait as she watched them enter. Five of them, all heavily armed and armored, probably shielded too. She zoomed in on the security cameras, there was a water bound Mudrak, his fish bowl glass helmet would be his weakness. His psi-powers would make things more complicated. Three were thickly muscled ogroids mostly likely hired muscle. The last was a familiar face, a crimson scaled Besaide. That two-faced son of a bitch! He probably planted a tracker.
She needed to find a way to the armory without getting blast to bits. There she could grab some firepower that could tear through their shields. Looking up, those bastards were moving fast through her ship. Now a little something to slow them down. She locked down the ship, activating blast shields for every section. She watched them panic, beating against the thick steel doors. She quickly dressed in her cat suit not bothering with panties or a bra. She checked her blaster in her holster and crawled down into the vent.

Service vents ran all around the entirety of her ship and there were several access hatches loc1ated in select parts of the ship, one was located in her cabin. They were useful in case she had to hid contraband or people when the heat got too hot. The vents were wide enough for a single person and tall enough to allow you to crouch.
Talia opened up the hatch and stepped down into the vents. She crawled on her hands and knees in the pitch black, fearful that any light would give away her presence, but she knew the layout of her ship like the back of her hand. The heat in the ventilation was unbearable. She was drowning in her own sweat. A twitch tingled between her legs and there was wetness she knew to not just be sweat.
Shimmering light glimmered overhead pouring through the grates a kaleidoscope of colors. She must be passing underneath the reactor core. Shit, it must be over-exerting itself trying to break away from the tractor beam and that put her against the clock before the reactor core reached its breaking point.

The ship’s armory lay now just overhead. Crawling down the darkened tunnel a hand grabbed her ankle. She stifled a scream biting down into her shoulder. Who did the pirates find their way into the vents? This was it, she would be spending the rest of her miserable life as a slave in some off-world colony on one of the outer rim planets. She twisted and turned trying to turn around but the tunnel was too small. The hand crawled up her calf up her thigh to the mound between her legs. Volts of pleasure shot up and down her spine flooding her brain beating it down into submission.

“Ah- oh god,” she cooed burying her face in her hands trying to soften the noise. How could I be made to this way? Her assailant hooted and grunted as the other hand fondled her shapely ass eliciting another groan. The monkey, of course. Not now, not now. She didn’t have time for this. “Get away from me you stupid monkey,” she snapped trying to kick at him but he was too close. The thoughts of resistance faded away as the pheromones continued to enter her blood system working their way to her brain, the protests turned to encouragements and low moans. The tip of his cock poked and prodded the entrance of her snatch, she trembled feeling the heat radiating from the hard dick. He tried forcing it in but the cat suit hindered his efforts. Damn chimp with tear my clothes. Surrendering to desire Talia unzipped and peeled off her cat suit exposing her bare skin to the air. The cock rested in the valley between her cheeks, warm fluid dripping down to her cooch. The mushroom tip pushed against her entrance pushing her lower lips apart, eliciting soft coos from her. She almost screamed when heavy boots rattled on the grate overhead. Her heart jumped into her throat. How had they managed to bypass her security defenses this fast. There were two voices.

“Where is that goddamn slut?” A gruff voice shouted from above. Talia’s voice heart lurched up into her throat, jolting her momentarily from her stupor. “Whole goddamn place smells like sex, that monkey have be fucking her non-stop. Giving it to her good,” the voice laughed a fat guttural laugh deep from his bell. His companion groaned. “Maybe before we ship her off we’ll all get a turn. I would like to see her pretty face suckin’ on my fat hog and splatter-“

“Enough. You air breathers are such vulgar creatures. Let’s just find the creature and the girl and get out of here.” He sounded as if this whole affair was beneath him. Mud-raks always carried themselves with an overbearing sense of self worth.

“Then find the bitch, use your what-you-call-it psychic powers,” the pirate growled stomping around. The mud-rak only scowled.

Crawling forward she tried to pry herself away from the horny monkey but he stayed latched on tightening his arms wrapped around her hips pounding her cunt. Bolts of pleasure shot up through her like a current of electricity she clamped both hands over her mouth muffling her moans and screams. The burning feeling in her loins grew and grew, burning hotter and hotter building into an inescapable inferno. White hot pleasure overwhelmed her drowning her mind. Thoughts came in scattered fragments unable to think she rode the crushing wave of her orgasm gripping onto the last shred of her sanity but as her orgasm faded she felt another burning in the pit of her belly and it was going to be big. The pressure was tightening around her squeezing her like a vice she surrendered to it, giving up all pretense of keeping quiet moaning along with the chimp’s groans and howls. He stiffened inside her the thrusts began manic. Hot jism filled her womb dripping down the insides of her thighs as she came, every muscle contorted and tightened down on the cock filling her insides not willing to let go. The monkey collapsed on her back exhausted and spent. Talia lay panting cum mixing with the beads of sweat dripping down her thighs. The heavy musk of sex filled the vent her eyelids fluttered drooping lower and lower. The grate above rattled and shook and she fell asleep as a hand grabbed her.

Talia awoke to a wart covered cock thrusting furiously with wild abandon between her plump boobs. Blinking everything came into focus. The orgiod sat straddling her chest pumping her fat warty prick between her breasts, his face twisted up in naked pleasure. In her right was her bunch up clothing and tethered to it was the holster holding her blaster. The mud-rak stood twenty thirty feet away his back facing them talking on his transpoder obvious disgust dripping from his voice. Inching her hand over to her blaster she let the bastard fuck her tits. He came globs of warm of jizz splattering her face blinding her in one eye, matting her hair. She snatched the blaster free and she shoved it in his face pressing the barrel against his nose, too close for shields to work and too close for any amount of armor to do any good. His face froze up in fright, his throat made sounds like a small bird, the mud-rak started to turn. She fired searing a hole straight the center of his head. He slumped off of her. The mud-rak dropped the transpoder fumbling for the blaster at his side. Talia leapt to her feet and fired again striking him once in the chest and once burning a hole through the fish bowl holding the water. The fish man collapsed to the ground. His fishbowl helmet shattered hitting the floor and the water gushing over the floor. He gasped and gagged suffocating without his water. She shot him through the head putting him out of his misery.

Talia redressed and strapping her holster to her side footsteps down the corridor coming closer. Ducking into the armory the automatic doors hissed closed behind her. She sealed the door behind her. She wiping her eye clean she blinked wary of the light. She searched through the weapons and munitions. More footsteps and raised voices an angry fist beating against the door. She found a heavy blaster capable of enough firepower to melt through five feet of solid plasti-steel. She hit the release. The door slid open with a hiss to an ogroid staring down the barrel of her heavy blaster. Realization dawned on his ugly face as he went for the blaster at his hip. She blasted him reducing his head to a smoldering charred mess. Talia eased out past the doorway taking small diminutive steps. Poking her head out blaster fire pinged on the ceiling above just missing her head. She dove hit the ground and rolled. The last ogroid popped out from around the corner, she caught once in the shoulder. He spun staggering into view and the second shot put him down. Four of the five intruders were dead leaving only the backstabbing besaide and find that fucking monkey.

Sweat dripped down her back and down her sides as she crept down the hallway. A bang echoed overhead in the vent ducts. Startled she threw herself against a wall, her heart leapt up into her throat, she had to remember to breath. Aiming up at the vent she heard the familiar grunt.   Stupid fucking monkey. 
She pressed on. The hallway turned a corner . She hugged the wall picturing stepping out into blaster fire. Footsteps echoed down around the corner coming closer and closer. She leaned out, there he was, he was close too close. She aimed he grabbed her wrist and twisted. Pain shot up her arm and she dropped the gun. The barrel of a blaster pressed into her stomach. Smashing her foot down on his she wrested herself free as blaster fire seared a hole in the floor.

“You son of a bitch,” she snarled and punch him hitting him hard right under his chin. It hurt but he went down. She went for her blaster but his hand grabbed her ankle and yanked her off her feet. She landed on her back hitting the ground hard she lay dazed. He leapt on her, his hands tightened around her neck. She pried at his hand but they were tight as cords. She slapped and scratched at his face. She pushed her thumbs into his eyes. He screamed and he tumbled, releasing her, clutching at his face. Leaping to her feet like an alley cat she pulled a knife from her boot. He charged her like a bull blinded with rage. She slashed him across the face wetness splashed over her hand. He went down grabbing at her. She sank the knife into his chest. He lay dead in a pool of his blood. The body twitched and grew still. The body began to convulse, shaking spastically, the body twisted and contorted. Bones snapped and shrunk making her stomach do flips. At her feet now lay a bald headed pale humanoid male. A changeling, the boogeyman of the universe and she had one laying dead at her feet. What kind of fucking mess had she gotten herself wrapped in? She searched his pockets finding his transponder and a scrap of paper bearing a black sun. A primordial sense of fear that she could not explain rose up from the pit of her belly. What sort of cluster fuck has she stumbled into?

The transponder was encrypted of course but it proved easy to bypass. It contained two messages, the first reading, “Target has been intercepted. Carrier neutralized, cargo acquired. Bio-implants have been implanted with no sign of rejection. The carrier was to meet a smuggler on Selune, request to use her as test subject for the specimen.” The second message read, “Quarry has taken the bait.” An unsettling message. Has this whole mission been a ruse? What was waiting for her on Taligradis? Was the lab a trap? She was too deep in this mess now to back out now. All there was to do was track down the monkey. She could worry about the rest later.
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Talia searched her ship top to bottom, squeezing through the service tunnels and vents. Going through the rooms and secret compartments, finally exhausted both physically and mentally she returned to her room. There on her pillow sat the chimpanzee passively stroking his erect penis. The air here was warm, her face felt flushed, her body heating up. She found her hand tugging on the belt loop of her pants getting them lower and lower. The other rubbed her pussy through the fabric. A low moan escaped through her lips. They locked eyes, lust burned bright in his eyes.

“Damn it all to hell,” she muttered and disrobed presenting her body to him, shocking the still sane part of her brain. Presenting her body to a little creature like that, has she no sense of decency? The little shit turned his head looking away from her. She could not help but get mad. He wanted her to debase herself to a little cretin like him? She wanted to refuse him and stun the bastard and be done with it but her body acted on its own accord betraying her. She crawled on all four on the bed over to him. Her head hovered mere inches away from his cock, the musk was overwhelming making her light-headed, she could not think. He had stopped stroking. Now she seemed to have his attention she smirked. She felt a dampness formed between her legs start to flow down the inside of her thighs, she wanted this she admitted to herself. She gave in this one last time and let herself enjoy it.

Taking the warm shaft in her hand she started stroking dipping down to the base of his shaft to his balls and back up to the mushroom shaped tip. She bit her lower lip. Planting a kiss on the tip she took the length in her mouth and she took it in its entirety going to the base of his shaft. The earthy musk of his balls flooded her nostrils a thrill of excitement shot through her. The monkey leaned back into the pillow throwing his head up twisted up in pleasure hooting.

He twitched inside her. Warm bitter tasting cum filling her mouth a trickle escaped out the corner of her mouth running down her chin a droplet landing splat on the crest of her breast. Slowly she pulled out letting the limp cock and she swallowed the thick load. She had never done something so filthy so dirty, it excited her and she wanted more. She planted kisses on the tip of his cock tasting the still oozing jism then just under the mushroom head then the shaft then the base and kissed and sucked his back teasing him back to hardness. Shifting to lay on her back she opened her legs wide.

“Fuck me, I want you to fuck,” she moaned. Her wetness now a river flowing down her legs soaked the bed sheets. He needed n invitation already clambering over to her, his rough hands gripped her thighs nails dug into her skin she could feel the warmth emanating from his cock. Tweaking a nipple she watched him prod her entrance eliciting soft moans. Pushing her folds apart he sank his spear in her. She gasped, her whole body was on fire. He started thrusting and he fucked with absolute abandon bucking wildly with animalistic intensity, her breasts rocked back and forth, she made no attempt to hide her pleasure.

“O-yes, fuck me, fuck me right there,” She cried throwing her head back in ecstasy. The chimp mauled her tits sucking at one greedily, his warm long tongue twisting flicking her nipple. “Ah-ah-AH,” She cried, she clung to the chimp her arms wrapped around his chest, her nails digging into his back. She was shrieking now. Riding the wave to its crescendo it crashed down smashing through the dam. She convulsed as her orgasm tore through her with tremendous force and collapsed clinging onto the chimp as he continued thrusting.
He almost there his thrusts came faster and harder, he was panting now tensing up, his face scrunched up his eyes clenched shut and then release. Hot spunk flooded her womb filling her to the brim. They lay collapsed on the bed together. The chimp lay on top of her with his head nestled between her breasts. He murmured and cooed and began to snore idly sucking at her breast and rolled over tumbling off her. She laughed and watched him sleep for a moment.

Rational thinking told her this needed to end before the pheromones permanently altered her brain but it tore at her heart but that was just the pheromones making her feel that way. Talia slipped away and retrieved the containment carrier case when she returned the monkey was still asleep. Moving quietly she picked him up, his eyes flickered open, her heart leapt up in her throat, and then closed. She put him down in the case and sealed it and stowed it away in the cargo bay where he would be out of sight and out of mind till her stupor wore off and she slept for the rest of the flight. A message pinged from her transponder reading “Now entering Taligradis’s orbit.”

Talia dressed quickly and went to the cargo bay. The monkey was quiet, maybe sleeping from wearing himself out screaming. She stowed him away in the service vents, no one ever think to check those and rushed to the cockpit. The planet lay before her, a class C planet. The place was the industrial heart of the empire and its entirety was dedicated to manufacturing. The planet was known as the Shipyard of the Empire. The imperial fleet’s ships were constructed and assembled in the factories on Taligradis. Grey smog obscured most the planet’s surface. Factories covered the entirety of the planet pumping pollutants into the atmosphere. Everything had to be imported: food, water even the air. Its oceans and rivers had long since dried up, the forests cut down. The workers’ living quarters were on man-made satellites orbiting the planet.

“Attention incoming spacecraft you have entered into restrict space please transmit your authorization code or be fired upon. Repeat, please transmit your authorization code or be fired upon.” A man’s voice stated over the ship’s comms. Gunships hovered around her. Nothing she was not prepared for. She flipped through her codebook and entered the appropriate sequence. “Very good, you are cleared for landing,” the voice confirmed. She descended down onto the planet passing through the smog. New Heart City lay stretched before her, flashing lights guided her down to the landing pad. A moving shuttle bore her and her ship to the hangar. Four men in grey and black uniforms stood waiting for her, the port authority, great, they were nothing but a pack of Peace Keeper wannabes eager to throw their weight around and push people around. Let’s just get this over with. She lowered the ramp letting them come aboard. They started ransacking her ship going from compartment to compartment emptying out each onto the floor and then moving onto the next room.
            “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she snapped at the officer in charge, an older man, well built, creases of wrinkles stuck out from under his helmet. He turned to her, his face expressionless, eyes hidden behind the reflective visor of his helmet.

“Just a routine inspection,” the head officer said. “You will be reimbursed for any and all damages,” he added, as one of his meatheads tore a cushion in half shaking out all the feathers, before returning to the others in rummaging through her ship. “Now, license and registration Miss Shard.” She left and fetched her papers and handed them over to the officer. He looked at them long and hard before returning them to her.
            “Everything all right, officer?” Talia asked. Unease crawling up from her stomach.
            “Says here that you are from the outer colonies. Alotta non-humans there. You are gonna have to submit to the human test,” he said returning her papers.
            
Human testing, all the systems in the Inner Court enforce ever since the de Fervyand family assumed the Imperial Throne, it began under Emperor Cortis. Fear mongering by conservative political groups sparked a fear of mingling with other alien species and that the loss of human culture. To be human meant to be able to trace one’s lineage back to Old Terra. She doubted her DNA would pass muster, but luckily the nanobites in her body could alter her DNA to create a false positive. This wasn’t her first rodeo in the Inner Courts.
 
            The officer reached into his bag and pulled out a small handheld device shaped like a gun. A needle protruded from the barrel and a small vial the size of her thumb was inserted in the back. Dials line the case. “Now, you can let us do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way, either way we are getting that sample but it is up to you.”
 
            Talia presented her arm. “Just be quick about it.” The officer swabbed her arm with an alcohol wipe and inserted the needle. Talia kept her face stoic and watched the needle drew blood and fill up the vial. The needle was pulled out and the officer handed Talia a bandage. He pressed a button on the side of the device and all the dials lit up and flashed a myriad of colors with an increasing frequency till all flashed green and a slip of paper spooled out the back of the device.
 
            “Positive, you are a purebred human.” The officer said looking the piece of paper. He tucked away the device back into his bag. “Sorry for the inconvenience but can’t risk containment for the rest of the human here. Non-humans bred like rabbits , no human woman would be safe. They would be getting jumped on the streets in broad daylight and human men would not be able resist the exotic charms of non-human women.”
 
            “You are completely right. So, am I free to go?”
            
“There’s just one last thing,” the officer said unbuckling his helmet. Uh-oh, she did not like that look on his face. Lust gleamed in his steel grey eyes. The other officer had gathered in the door drool slovenly. “You will have to submit to a full body search.” He said.


“Of course,” she said too enthusiastically and stood up. It would be better to simply play along. Either way he would get what he wanted.
 
“Please turn around and put your hands face down lat on the console,” he barked in an authortive voice.  He came at her from behind pushing her against her console. She pressed her hands on the dashboard keeping her upright. Callused hands gripped her midriff slipping underneath her shirt and worked their way up to her tits. She gasped feeling them clasp her breasts. Wetness flowed down the insides of her legs soaking through her pants. She could almost believe that he was trying to do his job were it not for the hard-on pressed up against her backside. Her shirt rode up on her back.

“Are they real?” someone called out from the peanut gallery.

“Ah, ah they’re real, by Kradius they are real,” he groaned kneading her breasts. “They’re the greatest pair of tits I have ever felt,” he groaned gasping his cock stabbing her in the backside, the tip poking out from his waist band. Pre-seminal fluid oozed down between her ass cheeks. Her cheeks flushed, she hoped it was the pheromones making her feel this way but his words excited her. A moan slipped out as he squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipple.

“Ha, the slut likes it,” another shouted.

“Then maybe we should give her something else that she will like,” one said walking in. She heard his finger fumbling with his belt and his pants hitting the floor. Rough hands pulled down her pants and tore off her pants. A finger slipped into her snatch lighting the match to set the tingle aching in her pussy ablaze.

“Damn, the bitch is wet,” he hooted. They turned her around. Damn, he was big, a mountain of ugly muscle. She felt him sliding in between her thighs, biting her lip her legs turned to jelly giving out underneath her. She started to fall but he grabbed her by the waist and held her up. The bastard laughed and speared her. She nearly screamed as it damn near split her in half. She twisted and convulsed as she came. Throwing her head back she shouted and collapsed against the man wrapping her arms around him she lay her head against his chest. He started thrusting, frantically bucking his hips, fucking her with absolute abandon. She clung to him for dear life. She screamed, shrieking with total glee. He felt so big inside her.

“Shit, she’s tight, tight as a virgin,” he groaned nuzzling at her neck Moving down her neck his stubble scratched at her flesh. Wet lips kissed and sucked at her flesh starting at her chin, her neck. Stopping at her collarbone he grabbed her shirt. “Let’s get a look at them puppies,” he laughed tearing her shirt open. Her tits spilled out. Grinning, he said, “Look at them beauties.” He kissed her collarbone, the crest of her breast, and finished suckling at her nipple.

He tightened inside her as his thrusts became more manic, quicker and harder. He pulled her towards him sinking his bone to its hilt inside her and came flooding her cunt with his come. Slowly he pulled out sending spasms when it slipped out warm semen oozed out down the insides of her thighs.

He turned and left but before he did, he patted a hand on her belly and said with sneer, “Wouldn’t she look good all nice and plump, fat with my child.” He laughed and walked away. Talia laid there in her chair dazed. The other three men advanced on her, lust dripping from their eyes.

Finished with her they stood in her cargo bay rearranging their clothes. The head officer straightened out his helmet, he turned to her. “You are good to go, the search is complete.” They left her a quivering come-stained mess. I need to remember to take the pill. She thought idly, her eyelids growing heavy and dipping lower and lower and closed. She dreamed of the chimp staring before her less than an arm’s length away, his hard erection proudly on display beckoning her to come and worship it. A glistening bead of come dripped from the tip. Opening her mouth she craned her neck reaching for it heat emanated from it. Hovering over it almost kissing the scarlet head, she awoke.

An hour had passed while she was asleep. Another one of those dreams? She must carefully the pheromones could still be affecting her mind. She bathed and dressed herself. Collecting her cargo she ventured out into New Heart City. The Port Authority goons did not give her anymore trouble but she spotted their smiles and snickers.

The city was labyrinth was winding streets that curved off sending you in unknown directions. The artificial sun was fading by the time she found the lab in the city’s outskirts nestled among abandoned and rundown buildings. She pounded on the metal door listening to its echo. Was this a trap she wondered turning to scan the broken down buildings. Could someone be hiding up there?

The door opened to a lanky, reedy scientist type, thick framed glasses, a white lab coat and a head of uneven shaggy thin hair. “Can I help you?” he asked almost surprised to see her, and specifically her, standing there.

“Yeah, I am here to make a delivery, cargo you requested,” she said gesturing to the carrier she was holding. “The monkey.” 
 
. “The monk-“ his eyes widen in recognition. “Where is Dagmar?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Must be the name of the changling. 
 
“He couldn’t make it, said he had orders to see. Hired me to make the delivery.”
 
“Right.” The dumb cluck seems to have bought it.  So this guy was just another stooge, maybe then she could squeeze a few more credits out of him. 
 
“So, how about the rest of my credits?” she asked.

“The rest-” he stammered, confusion plain to see written all over his face. 

“Yeah, the deal was for forty million credits. Half up front and the other half upon completion and here we are,” she said. He narrowed his eyes regarding her with suspicion. Sweat dripped down her back. Had she push things too far? “You can contact Dagmar if you want to but he is heading to an important meeting with the Neputians.”
 
“No that won’t be necessary, just give me one moment and I will get you your credits.” The scientist said and went back inside the bunker closing the door behind him. Clouds drifted overhead hopefully not carrying acid rain. She wondered what life was like on this barren industrial planet, it must be had to be hard and make a person hard and mean. The door swung open and the scientist stepped out carrying a credit chit. “Here,” he said handing it to her. “Should have the correct amount. You can check it if you want to.” She handed the carrier over to him and she was glad to be rid of that damn monkey. She thanked him and started to turn. “Hey,” he shouted. Talia stopped cold dead in her tracks. “Chimpanzees are not monkeys they are apes. Monkeys have tails while apes do not.” Noticing the look on her face, “Just thought you might want to know,” he said nervously and turned went back into the bunker slamming the door behind him. She made her way back to the hangar and her ship, eager to put this planet far behind her. She would drop an anonymous tip at the local Peace Keeper station about the sex trafficking lab the first chance she got.

A month passed, she sat in a bar waiting for her contact. Twenty minutes late. The news flashed on the holo-screen. “Breaking news: illegal lab busted for testing on animals and alleged ties to kidnapping on Taligradis. Reports point to a shadow organization accused of kid-napping citizens of the Empire and selling them to pleasure markets. The lab animals freed from the lab will be brought to a zoo where they will live out the rest of their days comfortable and safe.” Images of the animals being loaded into vans and buses flashed, she spotted the chimpanzee being taken off.

“Serves the little bastard right,” she snickered. “I pity the zookeeper in charge of him.” She spotted her contact walking towards her weaving through the crowd. She drained the last dregs of her beer and got ready for business.