Out of this World (closed for the time being)

Minks had always been curious and had finally graduated to "Explorer" class. She looked over the postings to see where she had been assigned, she started at the top where the top of the line crews were listed, and finally near the bottom was her name. She sighed this is what she got for being clumsy, with above average intelligence and a pair of above average breasts to match. She'd been too proud to sleep her way to promotion, and too sexy to be considered for intellectual missions.

So here she was roughly 20 Terran years old, as space years had been rounded off to 350 local rotational days, and her space station was set to a 25 hour day. She'd been born in space, and the slightly lower gravity had graced her with full round, bouncy breasts. She undid her long chocolate brown hair, finger combing the strands in frustration before twisting it up again. At least her breasts weren't so big as to cause back problems or balance issues. She supposed she was lucky she was very smart or she would have been put into the pleasure program.

They hadn't made her any friends among the women, and had only made enemies among the guys as she refused to be groped to the top. She sighed, and did what she always did, hummed a happy tune as she heading to the "Joke" yard, one step up from the Junk Yard, where the vessels worked, but barely.

She'd been assigned a remote "uncivilized" sector of space and a credit for an one person exploration vessel redeemable at Equipment Yard Z. She listened to the attendant double check her credentials.

"So half pint I hope you know how to spread your legs," he said as he offered her the keychip.

Minks thought he was joking, but evidently some perverted engineer had jury rigged the pilots section so the seat vibrated sporadically such that she found herself cumming all over the seat during blast off. Once in space it wasn't so bad and she put herself into cryosleep for the voyage out.

She woke up to warning alarms, and after wiggling her body into her space suit, set off to find out just what wasn't working. After making the needed repairs, luckily she had plenty of spare parts laying about, she heard a new alarm go off.

"Fuck a distress signal?" she banged the machinery and upon realizing it was genuine she set course for it, and buckled into the pilot's set as she was heading further into parts unknown. Biting her lip as the seat trembled and bucked at the most erratic moments. It was too bad she couldn't take a cold shower before she reached the signal. At least she had a spare space suit, as the crotch on this one was going to be very wet by the time she arrived.

Ceranus had been resting between bouts of exercise, which were necessary to keep him physically strong and mentally fit, in order to be able to mate with his chosen concubines.

Due to the nature of their existence, cruising through space, guided by their instincts and nomadic ways, the survival of the tribe was growing ever more difficult.

As his concubines grew older and became infertile, he found it more and more difficult to sire new offspring, so the tribe had begun to dwindle.

Hi thoughts were disturbed by a klaxon.

He drew himself up out of his seat and to his full height, which in earth terms would around seven feet tall, and grumpily walked over to the console to see the long range scanners had detected another ship.

He could only hope that there would be suitable…..prey on this one, if they came to investigate.
Most races were curious and had good intentions of helping a fellow space-farer in distress.

He flicked the various switches & toggles on the control panel, to release exhaust gas from some auxiliary exterior ports and released some debris, to make it appear the ship had suffered a collision, and needed assistance.

This would hopefully lure some of the crew inside.
With little money, and even less prospect expanding his crew, his day seemed to be getting worse. Perhaps he could capture some slaves, or maybe a new plaything?

He settled back into his Captain’s chair to watch the approaching ship intently.
He couldn’t see any weapons, but you could never be completely sure….

Her curiosity overcame any sense of danger as she emerged from hyperspace and approached the craft. It was like nothing she had seen before and her own sensors were going ballistic with the new information. Her only caution was to tell the ship to auto send the info back home in bursts every ten minutes until she came back.

If she never came back, well then at least someone on Terra would be delighted with the new info. She changed her space suit, the new one her outside suit so it was form fitting, and a bright electric blue color. She was looking for an airlock of some sort when her tether was cut.

"What the fuck," she said now stranded against the hull of the alien vessel. She had no way to know her words were received as an invitation.

Ceranus watched the craft approach intently.
It was small, and looked old but spaceworthy. It certainly wasn’t a floating derelict.

He was surprised to see a hatch open and a scout emerge in a containment suit.
‘They must be primitive if they don’t have variable bandwidth scanners!’
He thought, as he would have floated as close as he dared before launching a full spectrum scan of the vessel to see what it contained from the safety of his own ship.

Then he felt a pang of excitement, and triggered his own scanners, wanting to confirm his suspicions.
The scout seemed to possess mammary glands, if his sight was not deceiving him!
The scanner emitters were aimed at the scout.
The readings came back as humanoid, and female.

So, it seemed his prayers had been answered by the gods.

The readings told him she was approximately 1.6m tall and of average build. Although he had no other data to gather any advantages from, he assumed that she would be fairly young to be out here, and as a scout.

He scanned her ship then to see how many crew she held, and was surprised not to see any other life forms aboard.
The ship came back as a Human ship, according to the database.

‘Perfect!’ He thought. ‘Salvage and sex. Profit and pleasure!’ This trip might not turn out to be a complete waste of time after all!

He saw the lone female drift weightlessly towards his hull, no doubt searching for an entrance.
As she controlled her movements with small thruster jets on her suit, he saw she was anchored to her ship by a cord, or cable, no doubt as a safety device.

She had no idea she had become the hunted, and Ceranus waited until she was almost within touching distance before focussing a laser and severing the tether.
It only took a few moments before she seemed to realise this and floated against the hull of his ship.

He had activated another scanner which detected sounds and inflections of speech in particular, which allowed him to learn to understand new alien races far faster than was previously possible.

It picked up a phrase, he assumed which seemed to voice her displeasure, at being cast adrift.
He would analyse the recording of what she said later.

He had also developed a system of tiny electrodes, which when implanted in the subject’s skull allowed him to communicate and be understood, within a few hours of the subject’s brainwaves being detected and decoded.

Soon he would know more about this female.

He hit the switch on the panel which opened a segment of the hull almost immediately in front of her.
He activated the tractor beam, and dragged her inside.

He left two crew on the bridge keeping station with her ship and went to ‘greet’ his new guest.

He found her inside the passageway as planned, and she seemed to be trying to figure out if she could safely breathe in the atmosphere here.
He had already adjusted the environmental settings to suit her….according to his readings, she would prefer Oxygen at 20%, Nitrogen at approx.. 80%, and other minor gases in varying minute amounts. She didn’t seem to possess any fur, or external thermal protection naturally, instead relying on her suit to protect her from the hazards of space.
He had set the humidity at 22%, and the temperature at 25 degrees Celsius, as the settings were called on her world, Earth.

He approached, being so much larger than her, he felt he needed no assistance from crew or other weapons, so strode up to her and stopped - looking her up and down.
He had never seen a real human female before, and this one wore a form-fitting suit.
He felt a stirring in his groin, as he imagined the nubile, fertile female inside the suit.

“Gareeeetingsssss.”
He said, speaking the strange word. It tumbled out of his mouth sounding to him, as if he were trying to mimic the sound of a charging Haroo Bear, a vicious carnivore from his homeworld, which the youths from his tribe used as a practice tool for their own hunting skills, where they had to prove their prowess, unarmed in a test of nerves and skill, and only those who had killed their bear, would be permitted to Captain a ship, as he did, many orbits ago.

He looked her up and down, and held his arms wide, showing her he meant no ill will.

Minks ship was a specialized piece of junk, meant to detect plant life, minerals, and then only in large planetary quantities. So it basically read the ship as if it was an asteroid, since it wasn't in the registries. So Minks had no choice to go take a look.

Finding herself sucked into the ship, she was part terrified, part grateful. It took a few moments for her ship to tell her that the atmosphere was near Earth normal, and that it would be a good idea to remove her helm to conserve her oxygen tank.

She looked up at the thing, and was split between screaming in horror and remaining silent. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, and while his body language bespoke peace, his greeting sounded as if he wanted to eat her.

"Hello to you too," she awkwardly stood, slowly stretching making sure no muscles had been strained or pulled during her abrupt pull inside the craft.

Ceranus leans in for a closer look at the small human female.
He hasn't seen one before, other than in holo-pics.

He walks around her and smells her scent.
Although doesn't know what it is, it smells....sexual.

As she stretches her sinuous body, Ceranus can feel his arousal growing.
His phallus is also reacting and as he walks slowly around her, he can see she seems guarded, and ready to defend herself, which is only to be expected.

She seems to be trying to weigh up what to do.

He tries to speak the words his translator tells him will reassure her, but all that comes out is a garbled growl.
He tries again:
"Follllow Meeee, pleeassse."

He beckons her to follow him.